One long walk through twist and turns of dead ends, no wonder I can't get to where i'm going. It was there at the slumping of hills and the darkening of lights that I stood on walk ways. We stopped to wonder why we're here and not there. Under the bridges trolls strolled in the shadows, they behold golden amulets and silver lightning rods. Low growls and disheartened looks take over lonely roads, they smell me in the air, alas but their poor sights hither them from accurately finding me in the thicket. Night has lain unmoved in the shadows for some time now, i"m unsure if its afraid or waiting for the right moment to move. If its a strategy, I know of such things. If it is fear, I hope we feel the same feeling.
I entered the the forest to enchant the colors of the trees and turn them to a autumn hue. My bags were heavy with magic and gems, colors and swords. I changed the world with my words and my sword. I am the most powerful when my words are few, like a bigger version of a dagger my words slice through. I am weary for, my actions are part of a bigger picture. I am on a quest from higher authority. I am sent by life to change the landscape that lays before me, but not to destroy.
Before I came to be hiding behind bushes, deep in crevices and beneath towering trees, I only headed where I needed to be. Those along the way that needed help and assistance, I offered. As always pain and death follows my wake, they do not accompany me for there is a fear in their eyes. They called me the wise man that walks among the darkness. For I lay with the beasts and the heartless. I was not revered nor loved for the things I've done. There is the same fear, that sparks up in the souls of those who have seen what I am capable of. My days won't end, they will simply continue. Like the sun and moon that sets and rises again and again. I too exists to be a necessity in the world.
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Lovers at times, strangers in places
Lovers at times, strangers in places
She’d call to say hello, one evening night
At the time, i’d felt like i’d, been in a fight
Though no bone broke in me, the body ached
With no tears that i cried, i heard my heart break
Lovers at time, we used to know
Strangers in places that we used to go
I’d thank you if i didn’t hate you so
Just like rivers, splitting on rocks
Baby it’s time to flow
Never one was i, not to say hello
She was a stranger, talking during my video
I’d share a laugh, maybe one or two
Who knew i’d fall in love you
All night long, even when the sun has gone down
There were those times, like we had it all figured out
Even during rain, we’d sneak a few
Even during pain, i’d still think of you
Lovers at time, we used to know
Walking by ourselves with our shadows
Strangers in places that we used to go
All alone but we don’t let it show
Should have know that the love you had
Was one that you could never leave
I should know this whole time that when you talked about loving
You weren’t talking about me
So if you ever want to leave, you can go
Just be sure that i don’t know
The love I had felt lighter than your touch
But it seems you didn’t care too much
Let us leave this story behind
You go your way and i’ll go mine
Memories are Fleeting
Memories are Fleeting
Our memories are the best parts of us. We live and we learn. We are shaped by the people in our lives, the strangers that we meet and the friends that we make. The worst thing that can happen to us is the disappearance of those memories. There are many way a memory can disappear.
When a person dies. The life that they’ve led parishes. The laughter and kind words that only they can convey fades away with them. All those long nights of talking, all those intimate conversations, all those tears and all the joys that were shared can only become a distant memory. They are destined to be buried in the footpaths of the future. The worst thing about someone passing away is not the day that they actually die, but the days beyond that. When you are stuck, alone with all the thoughts and memories eating at you.
When a person gets into an accident that renders their whole person immobile and their mind blank. When someone is in a Coma. All the potential that they were cultivating, all the energy they were gather and all the experience they were living, it all ceases. The linear trajectory that they were suppose to fly and climb, shattered and torn away. They are warm and breathing, but it all feels like they have all but cease to be. Existing at a bare minimum, is not the same as being alive. What’s worst is when the person becomes trapped in their own mind, helpless to act, to speak. To be able to hear everything, to feel the hair on your arms, tingle, but unable to move your fingers, to blink your eyes, to scratch an itch. You are the memory, slowly falling into a deep dark sleep.
When a person grows old and develops alzheimer. When you get to this stage, you’ve lived and loved a long life. You’ve seen the life of your children grow and develop into adults, All those long rides you used to go on. The feeling of the wind in your hair while you cruised down the highway. The feeling of the sun on your skin on that favorite vacation that took when you were discovering yourself. Your wedding day, the day you decided to that there was no one you’d rather be with than the person who stood you beside you on that day. The day your first born child was conceived, you once remembered how happy you were, how much pain you had to go through before that tiny little human being, resting and taking small sleeping breathes. All the pain and and wounds that tell the story of the scars on your body. All the heartbreak and hopes you found. All the dreams that awoke you in the middle of the night, all the nightmares that sent you racing towards your parents room. All the time you simply tried to survive even when the love had left your body and felt your soul and strength leaving you. All the morning sunrises, all the wishing, and yearning, despair and angry moments.
All of them, every single moment that you had been living will be gone. All the memories you created will cease. There will not be a next memory, there will not be a next time. There will only be what was, and what used to be. People will hurt, your loved ones will be crushed. People will seek isolation to run away from not being able to create a new memory. They will die on the inside. They will continue to suffer, they will continue to despair. They will also keep hope, they will also keep you close. They will keep your name private, they will speak of it with reverence. Perhaps someone will write your name in words for the future to repeat. Perhaps someone will keep you alive, even if memories are fleeting.
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Dreamscape
You know how you use to have nightmares instead of dreams? Where in those weird moments you forget that you can do anything because it started as a dream? The same things happen and many don't understand that the problem is not the images and pigments that are created in your dream through your fiendish imagination, the problem lies in the use of control. The control you have over your life, it can be your personal life, your family life, your social life, or your life in the public.
Dreams are amazing because, your brain is working miracles while you are not consciously controlling it. Do you remember the amazing details that you hold onto ask you gasp awake sometimes? Surely we all have the creative capacity to do amazing thing and write amazing stories if we can connect and establish some sort of usage of our brain. Like instead of worrying about minor problems and heartbreaks, what if we can focus our attention into other things. Imagine the energy and capacity we can channel and attain if we were to use our minds efficiently and effectively, we can achieve amazing and wonderful. And that would be pretty cool.
Dreams are amazing because, your brain is working miracles while you are not consciously controlling it. Do you remember the amazing details that you hold onto ask you gasp awake sometimes? Surely we all have the creative capacity to do amazing thing and write amazing stories if we can connect and establish some sort of usage of our brain. Like instead of worrying about minor problems and heartbreaks, what if we can focus our attention into other things. Imagine the energy and capacity we can channel and attain if we were to use our minds efficiently and effectively, we can achieve amazing and wonderful. And that would be pretty cool.
Conversations
If i had only the next 24 hours i would take the day off
Would i choose to take my 8 hours of sleep and put it off until tomorrow and eternity?
I am in no way, afraid of death, but i believe that deep down i am inherently scared of dying.
I am by no way, a person of significance. I mean i have shared and created beautiful and memorable moments with plenty of individuals.
I have Partied enough, and have engaged in enough drunk therapy. You all know drunk therapy, someone drinks way too much, and their emotions start pouring out of their pores. So someone, usually me for some reason, has to sit them down and dig through their trouble and tell them that all of their actions aren't actually mistakes, but decisions they had to make during a very intense moment. At the end of the conversation, hopefully i would have been able to share with them a thought, a thought that tells a story. A story of how every morning the sun rises and every evening it leaves as night creeps in. It's a story that has a simple message, although sometimes the light may disappear from your life, and you begin to dwell and wander in a state of darkness, it is but for a moment, for it shall pass. And in the next second, a light and flame shall appear before you showing you that the world was indeed never consumed by darkness. When we fall into darkness and despair, our heart and soul becomes engulfed in depression and sadness, and those thoughts and our situations lead us into a moment of broken dreams.
Like living a nightmare, every single step we take we are going backwards and in circle. I believe that to truly overcome our problems and our troubles, we have to understand where they began and what led us to this precise moment. Everyone needs to hear these words at time. We i am immersed in the sadness of my friends and companions, i simply can not go away nor ignore them. For even if they don't want nor desire my presence, my very being; i know that they still need me there. Even if they don't ask, i hear their souls, their sadness crying out for help. I get shivers, when i look at someone in their eyes, and all i see is a broken heart. All that which they desire is but a small and simple thing, but unfortunately that small thing can only be given to them. And when its taken away from their eager eyes and warm smiles, despair sets in. Silence descends upon their lips like seesaw.
I think that we all party for a reason. Its a detour, its a marginal escape from the problems that we dare not face. An angry father, a lost sibling, workloads that can cripple the strongest person. A broken heart is the hardest thing to fix. For i have a broken heart, and its not healed yet. I don't know when it will be, but i am not looking for a solution nor a remedy. For the only remedy for a broken heart is love. And love can only be received when it is given truthfully, honestly, beautifully.
Sometimes we fall into a broken cycle of attachment. We attach ourselves to the thing that we wish would give us what we want. I attached myself to a young lady, for i believed that what we had was headed for a future that i so desperately wanted. I knew the kind of person she was, her fears, her doubts. I knew that it would never work, for she was too hesitant, too impatient. But i kept waiting, i kept idling by watching time fly by, wishing and hoping that she would one day suddenly realize how amazing i was all along, and come running into my arms. Stupid, silly hopeful imagination. With all the positive hope i had for the future i shall never live to see, never live to touch, to kiss, to cradle, to embrace. I knowingly attached my feelings onto her in the hopes that it would be returned. For years i would be there to comfort her, and there were many a times where it might have been possible, but atlas each moment would only last minutes. Now i am broken and tired. My patience is running empty and my kind heart has become cynical and defensive more than ever. I shall no more wait for her, for it is time for me to gift myself with the love i so dearly needed. For that is the only option to being driven over the edge.
I know what it is like to see the darkness and walk into it knowing you are bound to get hurt. Telling yourself that it will be worth it, assuring yourself that it will get better. Repeating that there will be a light at the end of the tunnel you are running into, blinded by desire, craving for attention, yearning for affection. Only, only to be disappointed each and every time, for all your efforts again and again seemingly wasted towards nickels and dimes. All your strength, inside and outside of you, just to lie in the gutter, bawling your eyes out, blaming yourself for foolishness, for your kind heart has once again driven you into a corner where you so desperately tried running from.
After going through all those years, and suffering emotionally and mentally, psychologically and physiologically; i have come out alive. I have accepted my decisions. I have finally been able to look back at all the moments, and now i can say to each of those memories; thank you. Thank you for the lessons you have been teaching me, for the patience to let me know and understand concepts that i have not thought of nor could ever have grasped. Now i know that even the things i went through, those nightmarish hours of living in a body with a broken heart, becoming the embodiment of sadness, and desperation; those were also gifts from her. All those horrible things that happened, they were also gifts. I just couldn't see them at the time.
I don't advise and conserve with others because i think i know it all and am there to be passing out and sharing my knowledge with all the broken souls. I am not angel. I am not saint nor am i a sinner. I am merely a person. I am merely a man. I am just someone who had his heart broken; and have learned that that wasn't necessarily as bad as i thought; or as painful. Pain would be to lose my parents, to lose my brothers and sisters.
I Believe that Love a wonderful thing. Love is not limited to one definition nor is it locked in a shed with one explanation. It transcends all earthly proverbs, it surpasses the word love itself. It is truly a wonderful thing. For it is a gift, and it shall always be there. We succumb to depression and the feeling of be unloved because we desire a sort of reminder, an assurance that love is really there. We feel a need for the touch of love, a word from those we love. It begins with us. We know we are loved, but instead of accepting the love as is; we want more. As human beings, a bad side to being able to living life is this feeling that it is never enough, like it can never satisfy you for some reason. We all have it, and sooner or later or maybe never; but often times, you learn about your desires and you look at it, you take a while to look at it and understand it. The only thing you can do is accept it, accepting it makes it easier to have desires. You desire only because you are overcome with the feeling of a need for satisfaction, its beyond your control. Don't blame yourself, learn from it, understand it and move on. It will be easier to live with once you understand it, because once you truly understand why you feel like you need something, you can come to terms with the fact that you don't actually need it, and it is okay to want it, but you know you don't need it. At that moment, you can move one with having to worry whether you regret it or not.
Every so often, i would be forced to step into these kinds of conversations. Deep and personal conversations. Its okay to feel uncomfortable, it’s okay to want to bottle everything up, its not okay however to actually bottle everything up and live life with depression as a symbiosis. Talking about things is the best way to understand them, you begin to understand where you are coming from, and what kind of person you are.
Sometimes, i would have these conversations with someone, and i would feel like maybe they'll start to get on a better road. Only for them to fall right back into the same patterns over and over, drowning themselves in alcohol and tobacco, afraid to face their fears and problems. They do a lot of talking but when it comes time to put those words into action, they are afraid. That is the most selfish thing you can do, deny yourself the happiness you know you deserve because you are too afraid of facing the truth that you already know. At this point no one wants to talk to you about your problems and help you any more because they already know that you will fall into the same routines over and over and over again. Fat, lazy, good for nothing, selfish, ignorant, despicable, worthless. You have taken these words and have accepted their definitions as a suitable substitute for who you are. There is nothing even i can do, ultimately the only person who can help you is you, but you have to see the problem before you can fix it. Right now you can't solve anything in your life, and feel trap because your way of thinking and your decision making skills are poor, a lame excuse for a mind.
We all need to understand that we are the children of our parents, we are the decedents of the stars, we care the god child of the universe. We are each goddamn miracles, each one of us unique and amazing. Do not let the opinion of others define who you are. Its okay to trust strangers and to be betrayed by friends, because those are risks we put ourselves in everyday, they are the relationships that help us define who we are in relation to the people around us. Just because there are assholes out there and just because they ruined a small part of your life doesn't meant you sit around and mope and feel like death. Look, learn, and live. I just want you to know you are very important to me, and if there is anything i can do, just let me know, and i will try my best to be there. Best regards, Chong.
Monday, September 29, 2014
To kalian
The machines are humming, Emitting waves like a guitar strumming
It keeps you warm and holds you close Without forcing you And drowning you by holding your nose
I see deep in your eyes i see A smile in your soul that decided to be
As a flame from a fire As yearning lust from my desire
Rising eyes and widening smiles Lips locked kisses deep like a river
For her being that i feel Her prescence i try to find
I need her here As i need the sunshine
My dreams flow with her skirt As her kiss lingers on my shirt
Her breathe on my glasses A compassionate mix if poison and vice
Her breathe on my glasses A compassionate mix if poison and vice
Her heart beats from her chest I heart it as i lay by her side
Reaching for her hand in the dark Here i am searching for time
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Honesty
Let me Clarify.
I miss talking to you about things,
about ideas, about history, about issues, about human nature, about time and space, about the universe
I look back and see that all I have been asking of you, is you.
Your preferences as a person, your feelings, your past, your present and your plans for the future.
We used to talk about my regrets, my mistakes and my decisions. I Kept on reaping answers to satisfy my personal selfishness. I Keep asking only for my personal gain, to be able to make myself feel better; physically, mentally, emotionally, and psychologically. I used to talk about ideas, now it seems that I only talk about people.
I felt that by showing compassion and trying to embody and emulate all the great personas of individuals i have read about and researched, I thought that I could change people. That was very selfish and naive.
I want to talk with you and am telling you all this because i value your being and your opinion. I trust your judgement and accept your actions in response to mine. I know that all these talks and discussions only seem like a waste of time and will most likely lead nowhere, but i want them to be important for you and me.
The idea of discovering the knowledge of the universe we live in, in relations to us human beings. We see this relation that connects us to the universe as mathematics, Physics, music, dance, poetry and art. From what I can see, since we are a creation of the universe within itself, our creative outputs are merely a temporary manifestation of its endless capacity. The sights we see and the sounds we hear, the creations we touch.
I know this and i accept it as my reality.
All the dreams and hopes that i once had when i first discovered new things, and learned about their nature.
The zest and drive that i had, where ideas branched and words bloomed.
I can reject everything, but i can not reject this. I can reject everyone, except you. I feel like i can trust you with anything and everything, even know how little my being means to you.
I see the reality that is you and me. I see the gap between us.
Regardless, I am thankful everyday that in this reality you exist. I am so thankful to have known you. Sometimes I can feel you, and that makes everything okay.
To be able to have seen with sight, to have been able to have listen with a touch of sound and to have been able to feel with me soul.
Your kindness and ultimately your patience towards ignorance and selfishness. When I feel lost I turn to you for guidance. Your words are amazing, honest and true.
I am at peace with my failures. I forgive myself for my want of pleasure in forms that I cannot reach. I have gone through all my mistakes, I know that i can never be that person that I want to be, I am always unsure of my self worth. Always hesitant with the next step, always afraid for making more mistakes.
For i want to be here before you, my friend, as honest and as true as I can be. Because even if I am a horrible and incompetent person, I do not want to hide myself nor lie to you in any way.
For me, there is only you that I am willing to go so far for. Not to please or impress. Not to manipulate nor deceive. But to be right and true to you as the sun is to to our earth. As the running currents are to our rivers and streams.
I used to want to be around people so that I would not feel so alone. I would use their presence to accompany my lonesome self. For better or for worst, i accept their friendship because i saw that they needed be there as much as i needed them here. Now i want to learn to appreciate all those who have given me their time. To have been there for me when i lashed our, for when i was broken and couldn't go on. I appreciate you and all that you are.
Right now, honestly i can do nothing for you.
I can't give you anything to better your life.
I can not fix your reality. I can not remove past nor erase painful memories. I am just a helping hand that is only useful for conversations. I am of absolutely no use to you. With conversations, phone numbers, and our messages, I might as not exist as far as you are concerned. I know talking to me does nothing, but thank you for taking the time to reply.
I suppose that it is indeed a waste of time to share anything of yours with an undeserving outsider.
For anything that you share, are little bits and pieces that contain everything that makes you an living breathing person. Your past, your charm, what you like and what you hate. everything about you. All these information gathered into your perfect being.
Whats more perfect than imperfection, it does its best by not being the best.
I wish that I could have been stronger. So many wishes there are, and no genie to grant them. For they are all for you, these wishes.
I have known pain, and sometimes I wonder how simpler it would be to not have known pain.
I ask myself, just because i have known pain, do i really know how to overcome it.
I have known Fear, and sometimes i imagine myself going through life without fear.
I would ask myself, because i recognize fear, does that give me a choice to change how i react to it?
I would doubt myself, afraid that to beat failure was to run away from any chance encounters.
I was foolish and Naive. I am but a child of an organism adrift on a rock sailing through the universe on borrowed time.
I always wish that my brothers could stop trying to be my friends. And my friends would stop trying to be my brothers.
Life works and runs in strange directions. What we want, seems at a distance from us, and what we truly need comes off as a constant stream of nagging and tugging. We distinguish ourselves from the rest of the planet by telling ourselves that we are the different and detached from all around us. We earnestly seek out an moral individuality that can only honed and crafted by blossoming in a community.
I believe that traditions and cultures are the brick and mortars of a community. With positive guides making us better and selfish compromises, greed, ego and pride destroying us all. The idea of Not in My back yard (NIMBY) is horse shit.
Everything that happens in the world is interconnected, because we are all interconnected. From tentacle porn, to child abuse, from deforestation to human trafficking. What kind of monsters are we, that we know and accept that there are these horrible things going on around us and yet we choose to ignore them because we keep telling them that it does not matter because its not happening to us. This notion that I as the individual shall only act if needed on my own behalf for my own interests and well being, and until that precise moment, everyone can go fuck themselves.
I am in no position to place judgement on the human race, and the follies of my kind. I am only one voice, in the middle this busy intersection with cars honking and people hurriedly moving with their phones glued to their hands. I am also at the mercy of my mobile device, constantly checking and rechecking, reading and rereading.
I may be just one voice in a vacuum it seems. But just because i can not be heard, doesn't mean i don't try.
I am trying desperately my friend, and although i do not call out for help; i am never not in need of a kind word. In this society where i can seemingly and coerced and forced to always becoming something better than i am, and never appreciate for just being me. We are all trying so hard just to survive, we have no time to sit and think and find out who we really are.
I ask of you..
What are we if we are rid of our desires, released from our wants and needs, fears and failures
Would that be a good thing?
You must remember that Desires are connected to contentment
wants are connected to satisfaction
needs are connected to comfort
fears are connected to bravery
failures are connected to success
The darkness is always connected to the shining light
Now look at it another way
Instead of being connected to each other, one exist for in the presence of the others absence
You feel Fear when Bravery is absent
You want things in the absence of feeling satisfied
You feel like you need things in the absence of knowing comfort
You feel failure in the absence of achieving that you deem as successful
You feel overwhelmed by desires in the absence of feeling content
You only know darkness in the absence of light
When you understand these things, you are able to look at life a little differently
We all handle obstacles that come our way, starting from how we interpret them
By learning to see these problems and the source that stemmed them, we can come to understand them
You can never solve a problem you don't understand
This is your life, don't leave it up to guessing to find the answer
Sometimes i fear that the only way for humanity to know and truly understand compassion is for it all to suffer.
Those who know suffering knows that, no one every should need to know what suffering is
I want to everyone to know happiness, and immerse themselves in its bosoms. For it does not stay forever, it only visits us once in a while. And in during all that waiting, there is only you and me.
I am a lost soul, always looking for a way out. Never knowing that to truly escape, I need to relax and start by looking on the inside.
I miss talking to you about things,
about ideas, about history, about issues, about human nature, about time and space, about the universe
I look back and see that all I have been asking of you, is you.
Your preferences as a person, your feelings, your past, your present and your plans for the future.
We used to talk about my regrets, my mistakes and my decisions. I Kept on reaping answers to satisfy my personal selfishness. I Keep asking only for my personal gain, to be able to make myself feel better; physically, mentally, emotionally, and psychologically. I used to talk about ideas, now it seems that I only talk about people.
I felt that by showing compassion and trying to embody and emulate all the great personas of individuals i have read about and researched, I thought that I could change people. That was very selfish and naive.
I want to talk with you and am telling you all this because i value your being and your opinion. I trust your judgement and accept your actions in response to mine. I know that all these talks and discussions only seem like a waste of time and will most likely lead nowhere, but i want them to be important for you and me.
The idea of discovering the knowledge of the universe we live in, in relations to us human beings. We see this relation that connects us to the universe as mathematics, Physics, music, dance, poetry and art. From what I can see, since we are a creation of the universe within itself, our creative outputs are merely a temporary manifestation of its endless capacity. The sights we see and the sounds we hear, the creations we touch.
I know this and i accept it as my reality.
All the dreams and hopes that i once had when i first discovered new things, and learned about their nature.
The zest and drive that i had, where ideas branched and words bloomed.
I can reject everything, but i can not reject this. I can reject everyone, except you. I feel like i can trust you with anything and everything, even know how little my being means to you.
I see the reality that is you and me. I see the gap between us.
Regardless, I am thankful everyday that in this reality you exist. I am so thankful to have known you. Sometimes I can feel you, and that makes everything okay.
To be able to have seen with sight, to have been able to have listen with a touch of sound and to have been able to feel with me soul.
Your kindness and ultimately your patience towards ignorance and selfishness. When I feel lost I turn to you for guidance. Your words are amazing, honest and true.
I am at peace with my failures. I forgive myself for my want of pleasure in forms that I cannot reach. I have gone through all my mistakes, I know that i can never be that person that I want to be, I am always unsure of my self worth. Always hesitant with the next step, always afraid for making more mistakes.
For i want to be here before you, my friend, as honest and as true as I can be. Because even if I am a horrible and incompetent person, I do not want to hide myself nor lie to you in any way.
For me, there is only you that I am willing to go so far for. Not to please or impress. Not to manipulate nor deceive. But to be right and true to you as the sun is to to our earth. As the running currents are to our rivers and streams.
I used to want to be around people so that I would not feel so alone. I would use their presence to accompany my lonesome self. For better or for worst, i accept their friendship because i saw that they needed be there as much as i needed them here. Now i want to learn to appreciate all those who have given me their time. To have been there for me when i lashed our, for when i was broken and couldn't go on. I appreciate you and all that you are.
Right now, honestly i can do nothing for you.
I can't give you anything to better your life.
I can not fix your reality. I can not remove past nor erase painful memories. I am just a helping hand that is only useful for conversations. I am of absolutely no use to you. With conversations, phone numbers, and our messages, I might as not exist as far as you are concerned. I know talking to me does nothing, but thank you for taking the time to reply.
I suppose that it is indeed a waste of time to share anything of yours with an undeserving outsider.
For anything that you share, are little bits and pieces that contain everything that makes you an living breathing person. Your past, your charm, what you like and what you hate. everything about you. All these information gathered into your perfect being.
Whats more perfect than imperfection, it does its best by not being the best.
I wish that I could have been stronger. So many wishes there are, and no genie to grant them. For they are all for you, these wishes.
I have known pain, and sometimes I wonder how simpler it would be to not have known pain.
I ask myself, just because i have known pain, do i really know how to overcome it.
I have known Fear, and sometimes i imagine myself going through life without fear.
I would ask myself, because i recognize fear, does that give me a choice to change how i react to it?
I would doubt myself, afraid that to beat failure was to run away from any chance encounters.
I was foolish and Naive. I am but a child of an organism adrift on a rock sailing through the universe on borrowed time.
I always wish that my brothers could stop trying to be my friends. And my friends would stop trying to be my brothers.
Life works and runs in strange directions. What we want, seems at a distance from us, and what we truly need comes off as a constant stream of nagging and tugging. We distinguish ourselves from the rest of the planet by telling ourselves that we are the different and detached from all around us. We earnestly seek out an moral individuality that can only honed and crafted by blossoming in a community.
I believe that traditions and cultures are the brick and mortars of a community. With positive guides making us better and selfish compromises, greed, ego and pride destroying us all. The idea of Not in My back yard (NIMBY) is horse shit.
Everything that happens in the world is interconnected, because we are all interconnected. From tentacle porn, to child abuse, from deforestation to human trafficking. What kind of monsters are we, that we know and accept that there are these horrible things going on around us and yet we choose to ignore them because we keep telling them that it does not matter because its not happening to us. This notion that I as the individual shall only act if needed on my own behalf for my own interests and well being, and until that precise moment, everyone can go fuck themselves.
I am in no position to place judgement on the human race, and the follies of my kind. I am only one voice, in the middle this busy intersection with cars honking and people hurriedly moving with their phones glued to their hands. I am also at the mercy of my mobile device, constantly checking and rechecking, reading and rereading.
I may be just one voice in a vacuum it seems. But just because i can not be heard, doesn't mean i don't try.
I am trying desperately my friend, and although i do not call out for help; i am never not in need of a kind word. In this society where i can seemingly and coerced and forced to always becoming something better than i am, and never appreciate for just being me. We are all trying so hard just to survive, we have no time to sit and think and find out who we really are.
I ask of you..
What are we if we are rid of our desires, released from our wants and needs, fears and failures
Would that be a good thing?
You must remember that Desires are connected to contentment
wants are connected to satisfaction
needs are connected to comfort
fears are connected to bravery
failures are connected to success
The darkness is always connected to the shining light
Now look at it another way
Instead of being connected to each other, one exist for in the presence of the others absence
You feel Fear when Bravery is absent
You want things in the absence of feeling satisfied
You feel like you need things in the absence of knowing comfort
You feel failure in the absence of achieving that you deem as successful
You feel overwhelmed by desires in the absence of feeling content
You only know darkness in the absence of light
When you understand these things, you are able to look at life a little differently
We all handle obstacles that come our way, starting from how we interpret them
By learning to see these problems and the source that stemmed them, we can come to understand them
You can never solve a problem you don't understand
This is your life, don't leave it up to guessing to find the answer
Sometimes i fear that the only way for humanity to know and truly understand compassion is for it all to suffer.
Those who know suffering knows that, no one every should need to know what suffering is
I want to everyone to know happiness, and immerse themselves in its bosoms. For it does not stay forever, it only visits us once in a while. And in during all that waiting, there is only you and me.
I am a lost soul, always looking for a way out. Never knowing that to truly escape, I need to relax and start by looking on the inside.
Monday, July 14, 2014
The River and The Moutain
Fallen from rain clouds and into the streams, Living with the fishes and swimming into dreams.
How my wishes and my mind, They begin wander through the cracks of time.
Walking along the windy cold, Following the pavement and chasing the open road.
The sun shines through the trees, It dresses the leaves in sunlight.
The Branches, they dance with the wind, For it having been there since it began.
The water and soil, they keep it fed, Although knowing that its mostly dead.
Sometimes the leaves change color, from green to gold, Each generation has its own tales to be told. We fight to survive, our troubles and our trials, We run and run, losing breathe and gaining miles. My dear broken hearted friend, how i love you so, For years, each has been steadily growing old. Bright eyes and a smile full of secrets, you speak your words but your mind will try to keep it.
Each day you learn more about the value of those around you, Eventually one day you'll find out that a family is one you choose.
For sadness and a weary mind, need not be cured with hangovers and wine.
Sadly, only when we're intoxicated do we can to speak the truth, we whine and bitch, about how we're being used.
Red love and blue sadness, colors blind us when our emotions overwhelm us.
Let us dance beneath a moon lite night, To capture our gaze as we burn in the flame. We seek differences yet we settle for the same, How long will we work under titles and not our own name.
For cash does not rule the world around me, It just rules the world of honeybees.
The river runs rapid as the flood rushes in, The people drown one by one, the come jumping in.
Life and love are all lost in an glance, when you leave your fate in the hand of chance.
When you've worked so hard, you don't notice your trembling hands, You've lost sight of life counting the falling grains of sand.
When full moons rise above dense forest trees, and in the darkness you cease to be. The crickets they sing their songs to call, tempting me to beckon them and risk it all. Shall I go running, through the night, Jumping over trees and dashing from sight.
I will follow the fireflies to their graves, If it means in that in the light, I shall be saved. The flames they dance near the fall, Glittering eyes in them i swear i saw. Dragons they rise from the River, And Rams they charge down from the mountain.
The night hides the fighting, my blind sight, hides the sighting.
I can feel the forest as it whispers, I can feel the wind as it sinks and slithers. There is no more road on the path i travel, For now my present is uncertain as my future unravels.
Each step is heavy, as is the mind, Fruitless to forget past, and see futures as it is to measure time.
In all that space, i am infinite, In all that darkness, i might as well be nothing. Mere rustling in the woods, Running from the life i thought i understood. i am losing breathe as i go further south, knowing that i can only run so far in, before im running out.
Now here i am here beside you, sober and out of my mind, I've been taken here with help from all these sign. When you are hurt i shall be there, For when i am in pain, i know you are here.
You are no god, demon nor a sin, I only know that you are my friend.
So i shall be here for you in your time of need, Even with asking i can clearly see. We need yet we don't ask, That gives us a reason to stop looking back.
We construct mirrors and build solid walls, Seemingly just to watch bitches and assholes burn them all.
People are selfish, that doesn't mean you don't let them in, It is hard to know who will hurt you in the end, when at first you are what they're trying to win.
You are more than your body, and your face, you are a miracle, unique at every stage. Love is a miracle that you create, It is meant to be given, never to be a mandate. People who love you will show you what it means to love, selfish assholes will guess all the above.
Life has made me harsh and cynical, it sometimes blinds me to the plain and beautiful. So i strive to becoming a better me, instead of simply letting me be me.
My secrets i will keep, Until i find someone that makes me believe.
When i tell them my mistakes, they will understand, that because of the road i walked this is where i am.
Then they will tell me how lucky they are to know, how the one the loved travel so long on their own lonely road.
Just to meet them in the here and now, A love full of bursting rainbow clouds.
That is a love i need, not one i will seek.
For i will know when its my time, to cut through the wire and write my lines.
Now i know that everything will be fine, If only i laugh more and enjoy my wine.
The world is always in trouble, people will always fight, When greed runs through their mind, and they're as lost as I.
There is no light just because the sun shines, we must learn that it really begins by being lit from the inside.
This light really only keeps being alive, If all humanity unite side by side.
For at night lights are scattered across the world, Burning in the heart of every boy and girl.
For fathers and mothers they too must learn, That soon it will be their children's turn. The River will continue to flow, And in the starlight the mountain continue to glow. Life will find away, So as the river, let it wash your sadness astray.
How my wishes and my mind, They begin wander through the cracks of time.
Walking along the windy cold, Following the pavement and chasing the open road.
The sun shines through the trees, It dresses the leaves in sunlight.
The Branches, they dance with the wind, For it having been there since it began.
The water and soil, they keep it fed, Although knowing that its mostly dead.
Sometimes the leaves change color, from green to gold, Each generation has its own tales to be told. We fight to survive, our troubles and our trials, We run and run, losing breathe and gaining miles. My dear broken hearted friend, how i love you so, For years, each has been steadily growing old. Bright eyes and a smile full of secrets, you speak your words but your mind will try to keep it.
Each day you learn more about the value of those around you, Eventually one day you'll find out that a family is one you choose.
For sadness and a weary mind, need not be cured with hangovers and wine.
Sadly, only when we're intoxicated do we can to speak the truth, we whine and bitch, about how we're being used.
Red love and blue sadness, colors blind us when our emotions overwhelm us.
Let us dance beneath a moon lite night, To capture our gaze as we burn in the flame. We seek differences yet we settle for the same, How long will we work under titles and not our own name.
For cash does not rule the world around me, It just rules the world of honeybees.
The river runs rapid as the flood rushes in, The people drown one by one, the come jumping in.
Life and love are all lost in an glance, when you leave your fate in the hand of chance.
When you've worked so hard, you don't notice your trembling hands, You've lost sight of life counting the falling grains of sand.
When full moons rise above dense forest trees, and in the darkness you cease to be. The crickets they sing their songs to call, tempting me to beckon them and risk it all. Shall I go running, through the night, Jumping over trees and dashing from sight.
I will follow the fireflies to their graves, If it means in that in the light, I shall be saved. The flames they dance near the fall, Glittering eyes in them i swear i saw. Dragons they rise from the River, And Rams they charge down from the mountain.
The night hides the fighting, my blind sight, hides the sighting.
I can feel the forest as it whispers, I can feel the wind as it sinks and slithers. There is no more road on the path i travel, For now my present is uncertain as my future unravels.
Each step is heavy, as is the mind, Fruitless to forget past, and see futures as it is to measure time.
In all that space, i am infinite, In all that darkness, i might as well be nothing. Mere rustling in the woods, Running from the life i thought i understood. i am losing breathe as i go further south, knowing that i can only run so far in, before im running out.
Now here i am here beside you, sober and out of my mind, I've been taken here with help from all these sign. When you are hurt i shall be there, For when i am in pain, i know you are here.
You are no god, demon nor a sin, I only know that you are my friend.
So i shall be here for you in your time of need, Even with asking i can clearly see. We need yet we don't ask, That gives us a reason to stop looking back.
We construct mirrors and build solid walls, Seemingly just to watch bitches and assholes burn them all.
People are selfish, that doesn't mean you don't let them in, It is hard to know who will hurt you in the end, when at first you are what they're trying to win.
You are more than your body, and your face, you are a miracle, unique at every stage. Love is a miracle that you create, It is meant to be given, never to be a mandate. People who love you will show you what it means to love, selfish assholes will guess all the above.
Life has made me harsh and cynical, it sometimes blinds me to the plain and beautiful. So i strive to becoming a better me, instead of simply letting me be me.
My secrets i will keep, Until i find someone that makes me believe.
When i tell them my mistakes, they will understand, that because of the road i walked this is where i am.
Then they will tell me how lucky they are to know, how the one the loved travel so long on their own lonely road.
Just to meet them in the here and now, A love full of bursting rainbow clouds.
That is a love i need, not one i will seek.
For i will know when its my time, to cut through the wire and write my lines.
Now i know that everything will be fine, If only i laugh more and enjoy my wine.
The world is always in trouble, people will always fight, When greed runs through their mind, and they're as lost as I.
There is no light just because the sun shines, we must learn that it really begins by being lit from the inside.
This light really only keeps being alive, If all humanity unite side by side.
For at night lights are scattered across the world, Burning in the heart of every boy and girl.
For fathers and mothers they too must learn, That soon it will be their children's turn. The River will continue to flow, And in the starlight the mountain continue to glow. Life will find away, So as the river, let it wash your sadness astray.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Daunting Dusk
I seemingly walked through darkened alleyways and rode on shady bus stops in the dead of night just wondering the town when it was most alive.
There i was, aimlessly and utterly without a care for the world, but in truth i cared for the future to show me a path not designated by the constituents of man.
I muttered under my breath wicked words, and cursed deities i didn't even believe in.
I went down the list of supposed gods and half lings, asking them one second for a better road to walk on then refuting them for an instantaneous result that couldn't and wouldn't ever appear.
Jeans to keep my legs warm and shield me from the penetrating winds of deadly stares from undignified strangers.
My medium sized trench-coat that protects me from the wild and physical dangers of a deranged mind running wild and unleashed in the streets at night, under street lamps and post lights.
I venture for an answer of truth until the sun begins to rise over the horizon, leaving or deciding to end the night's conquest as morning worked magic against bellowed clouds. I stood unfazed as the sunrise awakens in me the dead-spot that lingers half past living beings.
There i was, aimlessly and utterly without a care for the world, but in truth i cared for the future to show me a path not designated by the constituents of man.
I muttered under my breath wicked words, and cursed deities i didn't even believe in.
I went down the list of supposed gods and half lings, asking them one second for a better road to walk on then refuting them for an instantaneous result that couldn't and wouldn't ever appear.
Jeans to keep my legs warm and shield me from the penetrating winds of deadly stares from undignified strangers.
My medium sized trench-coat that protects me from the wild and physical dangers of a deranged mind running wild and unleashed in the streets at night, under street lamps and post lights.
I venture for an answer of truth until the sun begins to rise over the horizon, leaving or deciding to end the night's conquest as morning worked magic against bellowed clouds. I stood unfazed as the sunrise awakens in me the dead-spot that lingers half past living beings.
A shard of glass: Reflections
I seemingly walked through darkened alleyways and rode on shady bus stops in the dead of night just wondering the town when it was most alive.
There i was, aimlessly and utterly without a care for the world, but in truth i cared for the future to show me a path not designated by the constituents of man.
I muttered under my breath wicked words, and cursed deities i didn't even believe in.
I went down the list of supposed gods and half lings, asking them one second for a better road to walk on then refuting them for an instantaneous result that couldn't and wouldn't ever appear.
Jeans to keep my legs warm and shield me from the penetrating winds of deadly stares from undignified strangers. My medium sized trench-coat that protects me from the wild and physical dangers of a deranged mind running wild and unleashed in the streets at night, under street lamps and post lights.
I venture for an answer of truth until the sun begins to rise over the horizon, leaving or deciding to end the night's conquest as morning worked magic against bellowed clouds. I stood unfazed as the sunrise awakens in me the dead-spot that lingers half past living beings.
There i was, aimlessly and utterly without a care for the world, but in truth i cared for the future to show me a path not designated by the constituents of man.
I muttered under my breath wicked words, and cursed deities i didn't even believe in.
I went down the list of supposed gods and half lings, asking them one second for a better road to walk on then refuting them for an instantaneous result that couldn't and wouldn't ever appear.
Jeans to keep my legs warm and shield me from the penetrating winds of deadly stares from undignified strangers. My medium sized trench-coat that protects me from the wild and physical dangers of a deranged mind running wild and unleashed in the streets at night, under street lamps and post lights.
I venture for an answer of truth until the sun begins to rise over the horizon, leaving or deciding to end the night's conquest as morning worked magic against bellowed clouds. I stood unfazed as the sunrise awakens in me the dead-spot that lingers half past living beings.
Dr. L WOrd
In that deep darkened alleyway, those flickering lights show the way to the end of nowhere, and in our presence the creepy crawlies lie and wait instead of venturing into the light. I hear the sounds of the crickets, with their orchestra they sway the garbage stench into the rising vents.They show those small little things that hoop and holler away at the shining blue moon. The clouds are rolling in, those dark thundering hur of mismatched naval warfare. The signal fire flies to land on burning lanterns and hug. Kissed through morality and having lived singular thoughts. This small and feeble as it may be, looms large over the horizon.
The bokning of cars and honking of horns keep me awake at night. I lose eyelids each night i lay my head on my pillow. with time going as always i am at a losing streak with slumber, the rings under my eye. Somewhere in the fast lane, slow drivers follow yellow signs. Fast drivers, driving fast cars racing ahead into that far off distance. Tired tracks of burnt rubber are the only reminder for us that they were ever here. Slow and steady hands for individuals who compete in the fastest sports. They carry pride and courage. Logos and ensigns labeled them misfit corporates. Believe, that which they do is design to achieve.
A need, in the integer mix they want to speed. Creed, remember the moral code they took to. so please. Out in the open road, look below and see the yellow stripes painted on the marble ground. Hollow rounds penetrate through deep flesh and casters cases filled with flammable. Enviable time committed treason lets me be three freemason that performs mastery of many arts.I swore to be true. Life defying and undignified landing of the moon rocks and space bacteria. Take this hand and learn to let go, fireworks bloom in the skies, lets start the show.
In rush amounts, calm springs bellow out loud orchestras. Mountainous winds bring in east chasing seamstress. Words colored in ink splotches leave hidden messages on will power, linger inside it tells, of one who came before others. In there, in that oxygenated room filled with valuables and idioms, luscious and full of volume downstream, in a forest bloomed a flower of yonder loren when nymph and creatures of half species roam and lived. They told us that the folly of man’s ignorance will be the fall of its kind. Ground, ground my bones after my body burns and scatter its ashes to the wind. My carbonated cartilages will blanket minuscule places of minimal proportions.
Leave with the fall and come home during spring.Rain withers during the thunderstorm and tears are a default. Wind wild and wondrous, jolly and joyful, a fearsome folly as a foe for mankind’s misdemeanor and mild manner mistakes. Never notice nearsighted sights, since sacramental sacrifices shall sincerely suffice. Going gongs, sound of the monks that took their steps on stairs; spiraling down into the never returning valley; looking or a piece of mind. Peaceful, tranquil, nervousness and deceiving antics. its actions and not in action that never was and therefore impossible to forever shall be.
There are the ifs and ands, buts and shalls, the wonders and questions that frolic and merry in mounds of stone and grounds of dirt; grass shooting from cracks and crevices bearing uncanny resemblance to bare bears and bare rabbit. Tsk tsk goes my microphones. on hilltop tree domes i made into welcomed homes. ANd she said selling shacked shellfishes shall service several silly seasons. Sewn into their skirted fabrics; mountains, rivers and streams. They team with the wild and untamed wilde eyes of beasts and shadows. The eloquent wind rises with the seams and falls rom cloth crack linens. Those small dashes and line told stories that descended from the word of mouth of great kings and peasants.
My name written in the wind, my voice streaming down rivers, label me mistaken for i’ve no idea for reason another more. Apologies are always being said, i'm sorry for all the dowries on the brides and the lostings of lost of loved ones. Hear me and love me; my one and only. I named you once and none shall take your place. Its a quiet afternoon; now that there's no one on the other side. no vibrant voice. no adorable laughter, and no tears and gasps for air. she is gone. Finally gone. BUt its unfair for me to say it was her when really she seems so far away. is it really that simple to have met once. Can anyone hear the screams she wonders.
Can no one be here to wipe away the shedding tears and misfortune and sorrows; the despairing past and its novelty stories. Regrets build like footnotes on their stories. Pages and pages by the dozens. Screaming with a sewn mouth; gasping for air through deflated lungs and loving with a broken heart; she sings songs to his written words. How lost both are; but together things seems a little bit better. Just a bit brighter, a bit more liable in nothingness .. its just better. bearable; that's the word. in all our searching the only thing that makes our loneliness bearable is each other, says carl sagan.
The bokning of cars and honking of horns keep me awake at night. I lose eyelids each night i lay my head on my pillow. with time going as always i am at a losing streak with slumber, the rings under my eye. Somewhere in the fast lane, slow drivers follow yellow signs. Fast drivers, driving fast cars racing ahead into that far off distance. Tired tracks of burnt rubber are the only reminder for us that they were ever here. Slow and steady hands for individuals who compete in the fastest sports. They carry pride and courage. Logos and ensigns labeled them misfit corporates. Believe, that which they do is design to achieve.
A need, in the integer mix they want to speed. Creed, remember the moral code they took to. so please. Out in the open road, look below and see the yellow stripes painted on the marble ground. Hollow rounds penetrate through deep flesh and casters cases filled with flammable. Enviable time committed treason lets me be three freemason that performs mastery of many arts.I swore to be true. Life defying and undignified landing of the moon rocks and space bacteria. Take this hand and learn to let go, fireworks bloom in the skies, lets start the show.
In rush amounts, calm springs bellow out loud orchestras. Mountainous winds bring in east chasing seamstress. Words colored in ink splotches leave hidden messages on will power, linger inside it tells, of one who came before others. In there, in that oxygenated room filled with valuables and idioms, luscious and full of volume downstream, in a forest bloomed a flower of yonder loren when nymph and creatures of half species roam and lived. They told us that the folly of man’s ignorance will be the fall of its kind. Ground, ground my bones after my body burns and scatter its ashes to the wind. My carbonated cartilages will blanket minuscule places of minimal proportions.
Leave with the fall and come home during spring.Rain withers during the thunderstorm and tears are a default. Wind wild and wondrous, jolly and joyful, a fearsome folly as a foe for mankind’s misdemeanor and mild manner mistakes. Never notice nearsighted sights, since sacramental sacrifices shall sincerely suffice. Going gongs, sound of the monks that took their steps on stairs; spiraling down into the never returning valley; looking or a piece of mind. Peaceful, tranquil, nervousness and deceiving antics. its actions and not in action that never was and therefore impossible to forever shall be.
There are the ifs and ands, buts and shalls, the wonders and questions that frolic and merry in mounds of stone and grounds of dirt; grass shooting from cracks and crevices bearing uncanny resemblance to bare bears and bare rabbit. Tsk tsk goes my microphones. on hilltop tree domes i made into welcomed homes. ANd she said selling shacked shellfishes shall service several silly seasons. Sewn into their skirted fabrics; mountains, rivers and streams. They team with the wild and untamed wilde eyes of beasts and shadows. The eloquent wind rises with the seams and falls rom cloth crack linens. Those small dashes and line told stories that descended from the word of mouth of great kings and peasants.
My name written in the wind, my voice streaming down rivers, label me mistaken for i’ve no idea for reason another more. Apologies are always being said, i'm sorry for all the dowries on the brides and the lostings of lost of loved ones. Hear me and love me; my one and only. I named you once and none shall take your place. Its a quiet afternoon; now that there's no one on the other side. no vibrant voice. no adorable laughter, and no tears and gasps for air. she is gone. Finally gone. BUt its unfair for me to say it was her when really she seems so far away. is it really that simple to have met once. Can anyone hear the screams she wonders.
Can no one be here to wipe away the shedding tears and misfortune and sorrows; the despairing past and its novelty stories. Regrets build like footnotes on their stories. Pages and pages by the dozens. Screaming with a sewn mouth; gasping for air through deflated lungs and loving with a broken heart; she sings songs to his written words. How lost both are; but together things seems a little bit better. Just a bit brighter, a bit more liable in nothingness .. its just better. bearable; that's the word. in all our searching the only thing that makes our loneliness bearable is each other, says carl sagan.
A River
A raging river streams against a stone in its central, it splits in two Lives in asunder. When in deed a doubt can never quite come in between the two, i was never the same; feeling uncertain and unsure of which ones to accomplish.
Can one just take a rose of thorns and listen to their singing voices.
Untamed and running while into the wide spectrum she strut her stuff, isn't she something, quite unlike any other you have seen before, nor do you ever wish to see some of them the same again, for the same thing just never quite happen when you want it most. And in its bosom, lives lives that are worth living and life's worth sacrificing for the better of the lesser, and while the greater does less than just devour and grow in strength, in its need to be the improvement that is in need it decreases the flow of life elsewhere in the whole drainage.
Can one just take a rose of thorns and listen to their singing voices.
Untamed and running while into the wide spectrum she strut her stuff, isn't she something, quite unlike any other you have seen before, nor do you ever wish to see some of them the same again, for the same thing just never quite happen when you want it most. And in its bosom, lives lives that are worth living and life's worth sacrificing for the better of the lesser, and while the greater does less than just devour and grow in strength, in its need to be the improvement that is in need it decreases the flow of life elsewhere in the whole drainage.
Lasko's Definitive
Dearest me be the one who worries when I have enlightenment just inches from grasp. When I Look out into the world, the only thing I wish is for someone else to look back at me and tell me it’ll be alright. I wished for comfort, I desire closure. I am human. I am man. I look into the world, or more accurately my computer screen and I see the news that are present everyday, arriving from different news sources, and with each new article I am able to read, I start to lose my hope for humanity. I read about children that are faced with hunger, death, and the ideals of hopelessness everyday. With each word I read, my heart gains weight, and it slowly fattens up, about to fall from its own weight and cease to be.
I set my sights far beyond the reaches of the telescope, and my hopes flies higher than the birds. You already know how this will end, yet you garnish my sensations at a moment's touch. You, so near yet so far an unfair representation, my mistaken imagination running wilder than wild things that infringe upon those most unholy. You are as warm as a sunny day’s breeze, as gentle as the fig trees swaying in the wind and so much more. I told you one day, the sun will not bring it’s light out, and the moon will not let its light shine, when in a moments notice time bends upon heavy hearts and people decides their decision are not as profound as their own thoughts. I walked among men, and in his presence I found contempt, in his presence I found peace, death, life, but most importantly, in his presence I found you. Women of my heart, lady of mine; the winds that changed my inner peace, one who brought the life back to this deceases heart, now comforting and heartwarming. We knew how this would end, but we loved it nonetheless, because while it did not last, it was the best.
There standing beside rocks and stones, we expected to be living in painted colors. Tis ve sa ve that brings said tears beneath even Buddha’s bodhi tree. We stared into space, and in all the right places, we smiled and shined brighter than the light an eclipse tries to hide. I remember summer days when we had our wayward says and conversation, you laughed at my meager jokes and I eagerly joked for you. For without days going by have I ever forgotten not so the whole of our conversation, but the lot of them. Find my soul within the darkened pits and find my faith lost with the wanderings. From grass lain with green coloring in pleasant shiny shades, I watched a movie through all the phone with you lain next to me. Such pleasantries, I shall never forget those sad memories of me and those thoughts of you. Be my fairy merrily maiden that you are, and never bedridden me when we need us most. For the last of us, we shall find locked in intertwining dreams woven from the reality that we called us. This love hate thing that we have, this two sided relationship that never was, already is.
You look into your parent’s eyes and you see loveless individuals living in animosity amongst one another, and in their lives you began to worry about your own. You contemplated what love stories you’d have, whether or not someone will come along your long road to whisk you off your feet. You imagined their likeness, their smile, the dim lights flickering from the corners of their eyes. You imagined the comfort, your head resting upon their chest, so that you’d feel their warm breath breathing upon your scalp when they come in to kiss your head. With your shoulders squeezed gently between their chest and their arms wrapping around you, showing you how much they want to keep you safe, and to themselves. For you are a rare flower amongst the ever present wildlife that nature has given man. Middlemist Red are you my sweetest. I dare not to bear witness to the Horatius nature of the world for that is too horrible. I dare not go against life. But dearest my dearest, you there standing so pleasantly amongst the wild shrubs, dancing beneath the light sworn trees, twirling amidst the vegetation. We made plans to meet one day, and sooner than our minds can imagined the day came in full bloom. I left early, leaving everything else behind, with only the thought of you in mind. I traveled alongside the highway, and heard the moving beast roar passed me, racing into their own never endings. I moved swiftly through the wind, weaving through shredding wind-scars and deciphering draft winds, I rode along cashew parks and ambien green-ways. I diverted routes and arrived unfathomed and unfazed. When I entered our meeting place, I noticed that I had arrived prior to our scheduled meeting, to eager was I, knowing I would be face to face with my future fiance. I say this with an extreme will and earnest attitude, for I know this gal was meant for me, and damn-est to the darkest pits of a sunset shall i send ill willed doubt if it darest come between and my awaiting lady.
Frailey promised
I know my words have not been said with the most refreshing of thoughts, and sometimes I may not be the kindest of people. My heartaches have only thus began, and yet I never imagine it would have been stuck on you for so long a period, a period my young mind grasp at as a long time. Are you all done with finding yourself in a moments instant, when will you find that perfection that is missing from your life. I wonder why you can’t be satisfied by the small things. The social norm is as screwed up as those who keep living on it, I know its wrong and horrible and it's the reason why no one can truly rise from it unscathed, but does that really matter, does any of those childish things matter. The only thing we should be talking about is how to make us work, how to make sure every day we awake, it’s next to each other. How every morning, I think of you, and to think of holding you close to me, just so I feel the guilty satisfaction of knowing that I have you for eons to come.
For time is a childish thing when compared to love, time eradicates everything away from a person, their youth, their mentality, their livelihood, but something it can’t take away is love, and a true love at that, for when the sands of time tries to fall from end to end, love will tip the sands of time on its side, and there we shall sit, comfortably with one another. For I promise my love to you, and along with that love, my hopes and dreams, aspirations and inspirations.
ONce you want it to begin, you can never really see the end. You begin to switch its name, sudden changings like you mistook its name. NOthing seem the same, yet everything always pulled in together as if they were somehow connected. THe string theories of our lives, as if every song we listened to and ever sight we saw was mean for us to see and for us to hear, something in our minds and our souls makes it seem like someone out there is reaching out to us, as if they’ve been paying attention to our troubles, and our deeds and at our lowest they were supposed to come and cling to our shoulders as to keep us on our own two feet. When the world comes tumbling down, when the ground that we walk on everyday gives way beneath our soles, will we disappear into it like quicksand vanquishes life. Subsidize my dreams and put my hopes on layaway, for when happiness seems out of the question and every time it tries to surface there suddenly appears a moral dilemma.
Sometimes we feel shaken, as if we’ve mistaken our clothings in the clothing store and have been walking around something not akin to our own skin. We start to feel these tingles crawling over our skin, and so very soon we start to feel like we’re living in a home that is not the same as our own, everything is out of place, hay wired and over the counter stairs, pictures on the walls that has people without faces. Thing of furnitures in location that makes them seem normal in mistake places, a bed crammed in the restroom, the sink built on its sides. We burn and boil with our passion subdued in our stomachs, we feel the quaking butterflies trying to spread their wings, tickling our innards and feed on our nectars. Oh, can’t you see the stars twilight sparkle against the heaven backdrop, when the sun rises beneath, it creates a shroud of massive proportion that mimics the size of the universe.
Streets stirring with black tars, moving molten dispatches of darkness that envelopes all that stands in its way. Volcanic ashes spring from volcanic craters that breaches the earth's surface, and suffice to say a welcome is not needed for this uninvited guest. The grasses, they are burning, and the trees, how they suffer in this weather, weather with temperature rising so fast and so soon that at any moments it will tear the bark off trees quicker than a visage of oil paintings dripping. Soon the world with stop hithered and so forth when gas of mass destruction start to pollute the airwaves, killing of the needless stretch of lives that smells of stench wrecks. Within days, the elderly, the sick and the young began to disappear with the gusting winds that blew over the land with a tremendous minimal forces, as if a hurricane wanted to see how human beings would look like if they were drunk.
Life, a sitting imagination that began to mean with little resistance, with the animal kingdom now broken into and rewritten and restructured, man now lies dormant with his invention of fire. Death seem to be on the very end of an endless spree, when the first ones came out, they came in gas masks at first, afraid of breathing in the breath of ol’ grimm. They took their firepower and their knives and weaponry, they looked for loved ones and searched for others. Strong was their bond that it laid in a lively puddle of death waiting to be picked up and dried off. IF this world ended, many loved ones with be gone. But I wish and pray that nothing happens to you, so that I may find a way to you. Nothing seemed more important, selfish to say and sufficiently significant are these sorrowful words that any loathful tale to entice you would be deemed meaningless and uncanny.
Clear Fragrant and Fragile One day omitted from our present live, one decisions that wasn't made, and one person we never met. This thing could have never been and could have been something else, some with a sweeter taste, some other thing with a more frequent smell, bring each other closer to something else other than each other. Fate steps on misfortune, and accidentally riggs implosions of famine and depression that lives off swelled emotions. I took my steps and try to align them in contemporary portrayal. Music and bluegrass depicting images over my shoulders for my head to imagine upon, it acts as mystifying dreams to try and confuse me, for reality I deem it fake, when my dream tis more real when i’m not awake.
Let the transit system of our war torn aftermath society agree on themselves to give us space and allow us room, let them give you and I time to find each other within this whole dividend, within this whole divide. Maybe it’s not a problem, for a problem is in deserving of a solution, and a solution to our issue has not yet made itself known, not even in hints and in riddles.
There sits a river that bleeds life, stringing with a festival of life. How deeming it is when a nightmare sits unfulfilled, with a strong gust of wind and whirlwinds of undying changes. Now that the unchanged and never ending has no story to tell and no history to pass on. wish merrily upon galaxies and many a dormant stars, there exists no more demeaning that existence foes for mankind. time sat still for them then. When nothing cared everything stands untouched. Sunsets and sunrise, both are visions we wished to bequeath unto our eyes. So tell me your story and your unmoved self. Redefining me and soon like nothing else.
Close off from the smell of stinking flesh as it burns up under the errant rays from a dying star, not very far off in another corner of the universe, does an inconvenient lie berates us as alien. Every night, before we head to sleep, and every morning before we wake, some of us let the troubles of the day consume our souls and pour ill wishes and disdained thoughts into their minds, bringing with them the troubles of yesterday into their ever present future. Others shrug the malice of a day’s worth of reality off from their skins before sleep and slumber. They are the ones that know better than to fight a hopeless cause, for to go against the waves of incoming troubles, is the same as shaking a locked door expecting it to be opened.
A falling star rests on nimbus, a shroud of clear viewed nitrogen wipes clean the memory that fogs the spacious living quarters of the present. One step at a time, and be careful to look both ways on that cross way before you hastily decide to clamp down your future on postage stamps and leave them in locked drawers. I hear a song singing of me and you, and in those hasty words we found a familiar tune. My lady waited for me at a place she forgot to mention to me, and thus i have to find it myself. Dear me, let the sunshine and rainbows lead the way, parting away the stormy weathers and dark clouds.
I set my sights far beyond the reaches of the telescope, and my hopes flies higher than the birds. You already know how this will end, yet you garnish my sensations at a moment's touch. You, so near yet so far an unfair representation, my mistaken imagination running wilder than wild things that infringe upon those most unholy. You are as warm as a sunny day’s breeze, as gentle as the fig trees swaying in the wind and so much more. I told you one day, the sun will not bring it’s light out, and the moon will not let its light shine, when in a moments notice time bends upon heavy hearts and people decides their decision are not as profound as their own thoughts. I walked among men, and in his presence I found contempt, in his presence I found peace, death, life, but most importantly, in his presence I found you. Women of my heart, lady of mine; the winds that changed my inner peace, one who brought the life back to this deceases heart, now comforting and heartwarming. We knew how this would end, but we loved it nonetheless, because while it did not last, it was the best.
There standing beside rocks and stones, we expected to be living in painted colors. Tis ve sa ve that brings said tears beneath even Buddha’s bodhi tree. We stared into space, and in all the right places, we smiled and shined brighter than the light an eclipse tries to hide. I remember summer days when we had our wayward says and conversation, you laughed at my meager jokes and I eagerly joked for you. For without days going by have I ever forgotten not so the whole of our conversation, but the lot of them. Find my soul within the darkened pits and find my faith lost with the wanderings. From grass lain with green coloring in pleasant shiny shades, I watched a movie through all the phone with you lain next to me. Such pleasantries, I shall never forget those sad memories of me and those thoughts of you. Be my fairy merrily maiden that you are, and never bedridden me when we need us most. For the last of us, we shall find locked in intertwining dreams woven from the reality that we called us. This love hate thing that we have, this two sided relationship that never was, already is.
You look into your parent’s eyes and you see loveless individuals living in animosity amongst one another, and in their lives you began to worry about your own. You contemplated what love stories you’d have, whether or not someone will come along your long road to whisk you off your feet. You imagined their likeness, their smile, the dim lights flickering from the corners of their eyes. You imagined the comfort, your head resting upon their chest, so that you’d feel their warm breath breathing upon your scalp when they come in to kiss your head. With your shoulders squeezed gently between their chest and their arms wrapping around you, showing you how much they want to keep you safe, and to themselves. For you are a rare flower amongst the ever present wildlife that nature has given man. Middlemist Red are you my sweetest. I dare not to bear witness to the Horatius nature of the world for that is too horrible. I dare not go against life. But dearest my dearest, you there standing so pleasantly amongst the wild shrubs, dancing beneath the light sworn trees, twirling amidst the vegetation. We made plans to meet one day, and sooner than our minds can imagined the day came in full bloom. I left early, leaving everything else behind, with only the thought of you in mind. I traveled alongside the highway, and heard the moving beast roar passed me, racing into their own never endings. I moved swiftly through the wind, weaving through shredding wind-scars and deciphering draft winds, I rode along cashew parks and ambien green-ways. I diverted routes and arrived unfathomed and unfazed. When I entered our meeting place, I noticed that I had arrived prior to our scheduled meeting, to eager was I, knowing I would be face to face with my future fiance. I say this with an extreme will and earnest attitude, for I know this gal was meant for me, and damn-est to the darkest pits of a sunset shall i send ill willed doubt if it darest come between and my awaiting lady.
Frailey promised
I know my words have not been said with the most refreshing of thoughts, and sometimes I may not be the kindest of people. My heartaches have only thus began, and yet I never imagine it would have been stuck on you for so long a period, a period my young mind grasp at as a long time. Are you all done with finding yourself in a moments instant, when will you find that perfection that is missing from your life. I wonder why you can’t be satisfied by the small things. The social norm is as screwed up as those who keep living on it, I know its wrong and horrible and it's the reason why no one can truly rise from it unscathed, but does that really matter, does any of those childish things matter. The only thing we should be talking about is how to make us work, how to make sure every day we awake, it’s next to each other. How every morning, I think of you, and to think of holding you close to me, just so I feel the guilty satisfaction of knowing that I have you for eons to come.
For time is a childish thing when compared to love, time eradicates everything away from a person, their youth, their mentality, their livelihood, but something it can’t take away is love, and a true love at that, for when the sands of time tries to fall from end to end, love will tip the sands of time on its side, and there we shall sit, comfortably with one another. For I promise my love to you, and along with that love, my hopes and dreams, aspirations and inspirations.
ONce you want it to begin, you can never really see the end. You begin to switch its name, sudden changings like you mistook its name. NOthing seem the same, yet everything always pulled in together as if they were somehow connected. THe string theories of our lives, as if every song we listened to and ever sight we saw was mean for us to see and for us to hear, something in our minds and our souls makes it seem like someone out there is reaching out to us, as if they’ve been paying attention to our troubles, and our deeds and at our lowest they were supposed to come and cling to our shoulders as to keep us on our own two feet. When the world comes tumbling down, when the ground that we walk on everyday gives way beneath our soles, will we disappear into it like quicksand vanquishes life. Subsidize my dreams and put my hopes on layaway, for when happiness seems out of the question and every time it tries to surface there suddenly appears a moral dilemma.
Sometimes we feel shaken, as if we’ve mistaken our clothings in the clothing store and have been walking around something not akin to our own skin. We start to feel these tingles crawling over our skin, and so very soon we start to feel like we’re living in a home that is not the same as our own, everything is out of place, hay wired and over the counter stairs, pictures on the walls that has people without faces. Thing of furnitures in location that makes them seem normal in mistake places, a bed crammed in the restroom, the sink built on its sides. We burn and boil with our passion subdued in our stomachs, we feel the quaking butterflies trying to spread their wings, tickling our innards and feed on our nectars. Oh, can’t you see the stars twilight sparkle against the heaven backdrop, when the sun rises beneath, it creates a shroud of massive proportion that mimics the size of the universe.
Streets stirring with black tars, moving molten dispatches of darkness that envelopes all that stands in its way. Volcanic ashes spring from volcanic craters that breaches the earth's surface, and suffice to say a welcome is not needed for this uninvited guest. The grasses, they are burning, and the trees, how they suffer in this weather, weather with temperature rising so fast and so soon that at any moments it will tear the bark off trees quicker than a visage of oil paintings dripping. Soon the world with stop hithered and so forth when gas of mass destruction start to pollute the airwaves, killing of the needless stretch of lives that smells of stench wrecks. Within days, the elderly, the sick and the young began to disappear with the gusting winds that blew over the land with a tremendous minimal forces, as if a hurricane wanted to see how human beings would look like if they were drunk.
Life, a sitting imagination that began to mean with little resistance, with the animal kingdom now broken into and rewritten and restructured, man now lies dormant with his invention of fire. Death seem to be on the very end of an endless spree, when the first ones came out, they came in gas masks at first, afraid of breathing in the breath of ol’ grimm. They took their firepower and their knives and weaponry, they looked for loved ones and searched for others. Strong was their bond that it laid in a lively puddle of death waiting to be picked up and dried off. IF this world ended, many loved ones with be gone. But I wish and pray that nothing happens to you, so that I may find a way to you. Nothing seemed more important, selfish to say and sufficiently significant are these sorrowful words that any loathful tale to entice you would be deemed meaningless and uncanny.
Clear Fragrant and Fragile One day omitted from our present live, one decisions that wasn't made, and one person we never met. This thing could have never been and could have been something else, some with a sweeter taste, some other thing with a more frequent smell, bring each other closer to something else other than each other. Fate steps on misfortune, and accidentally riggs implosions of famine and depression that lives off swelled emotions. I took my steps and try to align them in contemporary portrayal. Music and bluegrass depicting images over my shoulders for my head to imagine upon, it acts as mystifying dreams to try and confuse me, for reality I deem it fake, when my dream tis more real when i’m not awake.
Let the transit system of our war torn aftermath society agree on themselves to give us space and allow us room, let them give you and I time to find each other within this whole dividend, within this whole divide. Maybe it’s not a problem, for a problem is in deserving of a solution, and a solution to our issue has not yet made itself known, not even in hints and in riddles.
There sits a river that bleeds life, stringing with a festival of life. How deeming it is when a nightmare sits unfulfilled, with a strong gust of wind and whirlwinds of undying changes. Now that the unchanged and never ending has no story to tell and no history to pass on. wish merrily upon galaxies and many a dormant stars, there exists no more demeaning that existence foes for mankind. time sat still for them then. When nothing cared everything stands untouched. Sunsets and sunrise, both are visions we wished to bequeath unto our eyes. So tell me your story and your unmoved self. Redefining me and soon like nothing else.
Close off from the smell of stinking flesh as it burns up under the errant rays from a dying star, not very far off in another corner of the universe, does an inconvenient lie berates us as alien. Every night, before we head to sleep, and every morning before we wake, some of us let the troubles of the day consume our souls and pour ill wishes and disdained thoughts into their minds, bringing with them the troubles of yesterday into their ever present future. Others shrug the malice of a day’s worth of reality off from their skins before sleep and slumber. They are the ones that know better than to fight a hopeless cause, for to go against the waves of incoming troubles, is the same as shaking a locked door expecting it to be opened.
A falling star rests on nimbus, a shroud of clear viewed nitrogen wipes clean the memory that fogs the spacious living quarters of the present. One step at a time, and be careful to look both ways on that cross way before you hastily decide to clamp down your future on postage stamps and leave them in locked drawers. I hear a song singing of me and you, and in those hasty words we found a familiar tune. My lady waited for me at a place she forgot to mention to me, and thus i have to find it myself. Dear me, let the sunshine and rainbows lead the way, parting away the stormy weathers and dark clouds.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Like you I wish to tell you thus today that I like you I’m not saying this out of obligation as your friend I’m not saying this as a potential suitor I am saying this just as a person to another I don’t like who you were I don’t like who you’ll become I like you for who you are at present I don’t like you for your personalities I don’t like you for your brains Even though your look is what attracted me to you, it’s not the reason why I like you I don’t like you for the body parts you have I don’t like you for your wealth status too I don’t like you for what you can do I just like you because you’re you I should have said this long ago but sadly it just came to me today I hope you’ll listen to what I’ll have to say If you have someone close to you or fine just by yourself Even if you don’t want to hear Here a stranger says to you, I like you You say I don’t know you because we’ve never met You say I don’t know you because your past was somewhere I never was So you can’t see me, a stranger, in your future But a shadow has covered your eyes Because before me there is you
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Contemplate
Everytime you stretch your hand out for somehting you care about Fate comes along and snatches it away
Beautiful, Fragil, and haunting She can't escape the feeling that forces beyond her control are compelling her down a road from which she can not drawback. It's as if her whole life has been a prelide to this moment.. This fateful meeting that changes everything And sure enough, against her better judgement; she falls in love, but she doesn't trust it, shes not even sure if she believes in love.
If she loves someone, its doomes. Good things never lasts.
I have a cloak of dremas Woven from the joys of youth Affection is its decoration And adoration is its embellishment With my infinite thoughts,
I embroidered and set it carefully Then one day i met her I offered her my cloak of dreams She draped it over her shoulders And in that instant
THe sun, moo and stars shifted and darkened I asked you, aske you To treasure this cloak carefully
Nobody realises that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal It's weird that whatever else is on your mind, whether it's the downfall of gobal economics or terrible environmental troubles, the thing that always gets you most is when you fancy someone
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot The world forgetting, by the world forgot Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resigned
Beautiful, Fragil, and haunting She can't escape the feeling that forces beyond her control are compelling her down a road from which she can not drawback. It's as if her whole life has been a prelide to this moment.. This fateful meeting that changes everything And sure enough, against her better judgement; she falls in love, but she doesn't trust it, shes not even sure if she believes in love.
If she loves someone, its doomes. Good things never lasts.
I have a cloak of dremas Woven from the joys of youth Affection is its decoration And adoration is its embellishment With my infinite thoughts,
I embroidered and set it carefully Then one day i met her I offered her my cloak of dreams She draped it over her shoulders And in that instant
THe sun, moo and stars shifted and darkened I asked you, aske you To treasure this cloak carefully
Nobody realises that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal It's weird that whatever else is on your mind, whether it's the downfall of gobal economics or terrible environmental troubles, the thing that always gets you most is when you fancy someone
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot The world forgetting, by the world forgot Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resigned
Urban Hymms
I switched roles with a predominant deity There are always stories being told to kids, mostly to get them to go to sleep or just to sit still Our greatest stories are great, they are mythic adventures with legendary characters Most being based on facts Have you wondered what our story will be when we're decades in being dead Will you and I have mattered, Or are we just another failed love story to be rewritten, intervened then suddenly combining into one
Memory please remember me Your creator and as your client Done forgo me my memory Just leave them be I have my lease learned in full Tattered patches mix matched Superficial but not always as useful If you put limits on what you can do, it'll spread over into the rest of life.. There are no limits. A man must constantly exceed his level
Memory please remember me Your creator and as your client Done forgo me my memory Just leave them be I have my lease learned in full Tattered patches mix matched Superficial but not always as useful If you put limits on what you can do, it'll spread over into the rest of life.. There are no limits. A man must constantly exceed his level
Bloom beneath the fields
The yielding rose retracts its thorns to owe of merit and worth. It's hur reflects the sky apprehensively, with such torrent directions there is no distinct mistake to be easily found. The ever changing and ever adapting forms of lives struggling now to survivie. Changes yield life, yet too many uprubt and sudden changes can dramatically wand the essentials. Thought is formless and unhessitant, always conjuring thought and ideas from their electrical conductors.
Indegenous merely quotes the uncertainty
NUmbers count false variables for infinity
flowers breed each spring with colors around
their roots attached but not forever bound
where we sat, the wooden benches now decayed
where we stood, the bridge stayed unmoved
surely we question those moments
and in thought, that's where we'll always be together forever
So to live life happy and resound, in a lucid dream i wish to keep But destiny has need for us another place
when we do meet again, let gravity lighten
and like magnets, let you find me
I think I'm crazy about you, but you not so much me in return
ANd of all i've seen, love does exist on the silver screen
It moved our tears, you should know best because the gal i love is not you but the girl in your mirror
Entangled in laces and twine, you wished to live; enchantments in time and that you'd willingly give
You watched as the scar become bigger
but you'd figure fixing it would become a breeze
In the end we'll make a home, with our names in stone
I left a flag up in your heart, but you let the winds gone tear it apart
Life can be like a flute that doesn't sing
like a snowflake that winter doesn't bring
Step outside the door and unlock it from the inside
it would be better if you understand, but you'd have to try
you need not think this repeats like history
I'll be the mountains, to protect you from enemies
They all want to try and control you
Kiss me til your drunk sang the show tunes
This has all left my memory ached in Van gogh,
my ear windows are wide open and this winds cold
you asked me if it is and i tell you that its been so
we took our feelings and mush it like play dough
if it ain't been so so, then it might be hugs and kisses
We labeled them at the top and left the stamp.
Our vibes are so loud we rock and amps.
Paint a perfect picture they say and it could be worth a thousand words but snap a picture and all i feel are worth a thousand hurts.
Pin needles broken my nose with piercing pain derailing said feelings to live and let learn but i can't read these books after they've been burnt
What sort of fate is it that we've met again.
To hear your laughter again makes me happy. You look at me again and you give me fullfillment will that be enough to keep moving on with my life. Maybe i'll write down our story and put it away. Then one day we can find an appropriate ending to the story.
Indegenous merely quotes the uncertainty
NUmbers count false variables for infinity
flowers breed each spring with colors around
their roots attached but not forever bound
where we sat, the wooden benches now decayed
where we stood, the bridge stayed unmoved
surely we question those moments
and in thought, that's where we'll always be together forever
So to live life happy and resound, in a lucid dream i wish to keep But destiny has need for us another place
when we do meet again, let gravity lighten
and like magnets, let you find me
I think I'm crazy about you, but you not so much me in return
ANd of all i've seen, love does exist on the silver screen
It moved our tears, you should know best because the gal i love is not you but the girl in your mirror
Entangled in laces and twine, you wished to live; enchantments in time and that you'd willingly give
You watched as the scar become bigger
but you'd figure fixing it would become a breeze
In the end we'll make a home, with our names in stone
I left a flag up in your heart, but you let the winds gone tear it apart
Life can be like a flute that doesn't sing
like a snowflake that winter doesn't bring
Step outside the door and unlock it from the inside
it would be better if you understand, but you'd have to try
you need not think this repeats like history
I'll be the mountains, to protect you from enemies
They all want to try and control you
Kiss me til your drunk sang the show tunes
This has all left my memory ached in Van gogh,
my ear windows are wide open and this winds cold
you asked me if it is and i tell you that its been so
we took our feelings and mush it like play dough
if it ain't been so so, then it might be hugs and kisses
We labeled them at the top and left the stamp.
Our vibes are so loud we rock and amps.
Paint a perfect picture they say and it could be worth a thousand words but snap a picture and all i feel are worth a thousand hurts.
Pin needles broken my nose with piercing pain derailing said feelings to live and let learn but i can't read these books after they've been burnt
What sort of fate is it that we've met again.
To hear your laughter again makes me happy. You look at me again and you give me fullfillment will that be enough to keep moving on with my life. Maybe i'll write down our story and put it away. Then one day we can find an appropriate ending to the story.
NO one listens to what they really want.
These tears that are falling down my cheeks, are the best memories i have of you.I've lied to everyone around me, and i've never lied to you, won't you do the same.
you haven't lost yet man. Not by a long shot.
She's my best friend, and i love her. Life will be better with you by my side, i can't hold your hand and make you walk with me, i can how ever offer my hand and wait for you to take it.
I say forget what everyone says, the best feeling is the feeling of being in love. Nothing turns out how you want it to, why not do something to better you odds.
You might not know me know, but let me get a chance to explain; im not the the best looking guy out there, im not the the wealthiest guy,
life may be fair, it may be worth it it may not be life's little game is all to easy, why have we made it so hard-surfacing problems and drowning ourselves in artificial ingredient stake things for granted and feel bad for doing so in the first place...
These tears that are falling down my cheeks, are the best memories i have of you.I've lied to everyone around me, and i've never lied to you, won't you do the same.
you haven't lost yet man. Not by a long shot.
She's my best friend, and i love her. Life will be better with you by my side, i can't hold your hand and make you walk with me, i can how ever offer my hand and wait for you to take it.
I say forget what everyone says, the best feeling is the feeling of being in love. Nothing turns out how you want it to, why not do something to better you odds.
You might not know me know, but let me get a chance to explain; im not the the best looking guy out there, im not the the wealthiest guy,
life may be fair, it may be worth it it may not be life's little game is all to easy, why have we made it so hard-surfacing problems and drowning ourselves in artificial ingredient stake things for granted and feel bad for doing so in the first place...
By one loser
Look at yourself in the mirror. The person looking back at you, is it the person you imagined or is it someone you despise? Is it someone who you look at as a burden to life? Do you wish you could change yourself to be someone else? Do you wish life wasn't so unfair? Do you wonder why you can't be like the popular kids at school? Why can't you fit in? If that is you, you need to reevaluate your values. You're an amazing person no matter what the circumstance is. The only way the world will see you for the person you're destined to be is when you realize that you can't have everything your way. Realize that you may have other qualities that may not be seen through the human eye, but felt. Realize that you need to love who you are before great things can shine through. If you say you can't do such a task, then you're the only one to blame for your misery; no one else. If you can't help yourself, how can anyone else? Give yourself a chance, and you'll be amazed at the accomplishments that you will be able to achieve.
aking the world by surprise.
THOUGHTS BROUGHT TO YOU ON MARCH 8, 2012
Education is a big part of my life. Although, I thought I knew what I wanted to be after high school, but boy was I wrong. I wouldn't say my 4 years learning about Business and Accounting is a waste, but it definitely shows that you shouldn't jump into something when you are not clear of what you want.
Now I'm enrolling myself into Pharmacy Technician. It's a step down from what an Accountant is, but it's not a bad career. To me, starting off small is better than getting over your head and not being able to handle the pressure. And if anything, I could always upgrade later on into Pharmacy and become a Pharmacist. Right now, I'm just thinking of finishing school and starting a career. Tired of all the late nights staying up either studying, or doing ridiculous amounts of assignments and projects. So that's my plan for the next upcoming school year. Wish me luck (:
Keep going..
is it an issue?
THOUGHTS BROUGHT TO YOU ON MARCH 8, 2012
Kony2012 is everything people are talking about. Opinion? Well I can say many words towards the bastard, but what will that do? But the fact that these kids, people have been going through this life style that was brought upon them has been going on for 26 years now. My god. Many people are joining in the spreading of the issue, but how long will it last? Words could only do so much. And knowing people, it will get pushed aside. But of course I support the cause, don't get me wrong. This man needs to be caught. But I'm just being realistic. It took people to realize this is happening, and to actually do something after 26 years of young kids and families being tortured. But I mean, I haven't heard of this Joesph Kony either so I can't say much about it. But I'm pretty sure the government knows more than they actually tell us. But in other words, keep the cause alive and bring this bastard down!
The real differences around the world today are not between Jews and Arabs; Protestants and Catholics; Muslims, Croats, and Serbs. The real differences are between those who embrace peace and those who would destroy it; between those who look to the future and those who cling to the past; between those who open their arms and those who are determined to clench their fists. ~William J. Clinton, 1997
Keep going..
start from here.
THOUGHTS BROUGHT TO YOU ON MARCH 8, 2012
Figure out what you want.
Do what it takes to achieve it.
Try, don't ever hesitate to take a risk.
And if all fails, smile and start over.
"Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts." -Winston Churchill
Keep going..
it gets better from here.
THOUGHTS BROUGHT TO YOU ON MARCH 8, 2012
I know I'm not the prettiest/cutest/sexiest/etc., but I've given myself a lot of credit for what and who I am. The person I am is what gets peoples attention. Just because I don't wear the fanciest of brands, or the fact that I don't wear makeup doesn't make me less of a girl. To those who have thought that because of those factors that I will never find peace and confidence, boy are they wrong. Because of them, I can walk down the street with my head held high. Because of them, I learn to love myself and have compassion towards my flaws. So I thank those of you who brought me down all these years. You'll come to realize the person who was ugly all this time were you people. Good luck to you all.
You've made it! Sorry if I'm not the most talented writer. (:
To love only the beauty of the eye is to not experience the beauty of the heart.
Canvas
This morning amongst midday dreary, i slumped and slumbered
For the morn twas bright beneath the slight and encumbered
Pain was aching in my knees and a headache i dare drew when i dreamt
a monster i did slew And slay the fowl beast before my bedridden feet, a gash upon his brow marked his forbidden teeth and a forth right was the birth that was never meant for me, a slight dew of honey wheat brought before dawn for them to see;
In a tomb they saw for the risen had just befallen and death loomed near and his voice ranged ever clear it rang loud and spelled trouble for this ordain fellow when he fell before his feet met the ground and so when he could no longer hope to succeed was the expectation briefed before the deceased my fair maiden hair tangled black as night, be are thou no my shining light to guide this guild on its merry journey before the darkness crumbles before the sun's wake i stake my claim on my chains unbind, but i hurry to recline the twirling of my own time for when my sand runs out, my second chamber will be empty, and a dear death me will cease to be;
We seek adventure, like we seek redemption I can't see well when i know the light is blinding i can't be well when the midday sun rises before I and i try to walk with a slight step, one ahead of the other things are never the same but everything can try to be a new beginning just when you begin to hope and think of something as equally tremendous, something comes and takes it away i'm not too sure now what to do, but maybe somewhere along the way it can become better than it was yesterday
For the morn twas bright beneath the slight and encumbered
Pain was aching in my knees and a headache i dare drew when i dreamt
a monster i did slew And slay the fowl beast before my bedridden feet, a gash upon his brow marked his forbidden teeth and a forth right was the birth that was never meant for me, a slight dew of honey wheat brought before dawn for them to see;
In a tomb they saw for the risen had just befallen and death loomed near and his voice ranged ever clear it rang loud and spelled trouble for this ordain fellow when he fell before his feet met the ground and so when he could no longer hope to succeed was the expectation briefed before the deceased my fair maiden hair tangled black as night, be are thou no my shining light to guide this guild on its merry journey before the darkness crumbles before the sun's wake i stake my claim on my chains unbind, but i hurry to recline the twirling of my own time for when my sand runs out, my second chamber will be empty, and a dear death me will cease to be;
We seek adventure, like we seek redemption I can't see well when i know the light is blinding i can't be well when the midday sun rises before I and i try to walk with a slight step, one ahead of the other things are never the same but everything can try to be a new beginning just when you begin to hope and think of something as equally tremendous, something comes and takes it away i'm not too sure now what to do, but maybe somewhere along the way it can become better than it was yesterday
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