By no means am I a religious nut for I am a writer. I’ve explored and debated and yelled about it just to prove the other wrong.
I’m sorry that I’m too far away to do anything so I will toss you in here.
You are perfection served just right, you have put up with so much that you have earned the gold star. A life with the perfect guy who will treat you right, and hopefully your choice will be a guy who has the same “attraction”. You deserve a clean bill of health till the day after you die, you shouldn’t b so concerned because your beautiful just as you are. You have stolen my heart many a times and for all the sorry you’ve still treated me half humane. And I know I can never make it up to you but I want to try and keep you in my life till the end of days. I hope you get better soon and no matter what happen ill always be by your side helping you with anything I can, and you know that to be true. And no matter what ill go to whatever lengths to be by your side if the worst occurs and I hope your reading this and deciding to keep me in your life because as you need help I am in dire need of friends that I can depend upon and talk to them freely without the judge and jury present.
Thanks so much for being too embarrassed to talk to me, you gave me the time of my life.
I v o n!
Please get better because I know you’re a fighter and you will get through this.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
NpcH
How I miss her
Her body wrapped in my arms
Her soft skin touching mine
Her laugh, her smile made all my fears and doubts slip away
And clumsiness replaced them
She was perfect, the girl
I miss her like the earth misses the sun
Like the wolf misses the moon, the howl that projects an undying love for her and only her.
No other women could possibly take her place,
How I loved her and just didn’t realize it.
The story behind my fall, the story of why I don’t want to cont, how I don’t want to hurt anyone else. Its me always me causing the pain. I just want to stop but how can I learn.
I entered high school still in middle school.
How can I grow up when I’m always steps behind everyone else.
How I never experienced anything, just playing it all through.
How ill be alone because no one will cry tears over me until the day io die.
I’m tired of it all.
I just don’t get it and I’m afraid I never will.
Is it me, can I change, how can I when im alone with no one helping me
I’ve missed so much, how will I ever regain my footing, all the played up confidence in the world cant help me now
How can I escape this plane when I don’t know where else to go. I grew up in a place that I actually called home and then like the predictable, I moved and I really don’t know why this time. But the deed has been done and the want ahs been waved and I’m here to make the most of it with, me.
I miss her, I miss home, I miss pc.
Her body wrapped in my arms
Her soft skin touching mine
Her laugh, her smile made all my fears and doubts slip away
And clumsiness replaced them
She was perfect, the girl
I miss her like the earth misses the sun
Like the wolf misses the moon, the howl that projects an undying love for her and only her.
No other women could possibly take her place,
How I loved her and just didn’t realize it.
The story behind my fall, the story of why I don’t want to cont, how I don’t want to hurt anyone else. Its me always me causing the pain. I just want to stop but how can I learn.
I entered high school still in middle school.
How can I grow up when I’m always steps behind everyone else.
How I never experienced anything, just playing it all through.
How ill be alone because no one will cry tears over me until the day io die.
I’m tired of it all.
I just don’t get it and I’m afraid I never will.
Is it me, can I change, how can I when im alone with no one helping me
I’ve missed so much, how will I ever regain my footing, all the played up confidence in the world cant help me now
How can I escape this plane when I don’t know where else to go. I grew up in a place that I actually called home and then like the predictable, I moved and I really don’t know why this time. But the deed has been done and the want ahs been waved and I’m here to make the most of it with, me.
I miss her, I miss home, I miss pc.
please
As I laugh and talk with people throughout the day I change from person to guy to part time player, to Noah.
But who is noah? Is he the preppy fool, emo kid, the dork, nerd or just a cute face. If you truly want to know me ..Few people try to and even fewer people succeed into truly knowing me. Why haven’t people tried, do I come on too strong or too weird. Oh well its there loss.
3/16/07
But who is noah? Is he the preppy fool, emo kid, the dork, nerd or just a cute face. If you truly want to know me ..Few people try to and even fewer people succeed into truly knowing me. Why haven’t people tried, do I come on too strong or too weird. Oh well its there loss.
3/16/07
logical
The only time I want to live in is darkness. All I would want to do is to be in the dark until either the red or white takes me. I would just lay outside until the morning light, when that light touches my skin I cringe and hideaway in the shadows until another eternal darkness. The darkness hides very little, but people believe that it hides everything. The beasts, monsters only come out of the darkness when the logic of your mind closes.
distant
Alone, that is what I will be until the day I perish. I will try to find someone of special intristic value but it will surely fail. I don’t even know why I try, why torment myself by meeting girl after girl when in the end it will just be pointless.
3/16/07
3/16/07
soul-stone
As I lay on this grassy mound I hope to find someone. The person that I am looking for is a thief. They have had the stolen item in their possession on in their mind since the dawn of time. The stolen item is the other half of my heart, the second half to my soul, my soul stone.
I think have encountered many women, and not yet have I found another person that could be the thief. I don’t even know where this girl could possibly be. I believe I will be alone till the end of time. This wouldn’t upset me yet but when the time comes I will know who I will be with or if I will b alone forever.
3/16/07
I think have encountered many women, and not yet have I found another person that could be the thief. I don’t even know where this girl could possibly be. I believe I will be alone till the end of time. This wouldn’t upset me yet but when the time comes I will know who I will be with or if I will b alone forever.
3/16/07
Dreams
Dreams are just another gateway to another place and time. As you slip into a deep sleep, you awaken in another plane, a plane that I sonly restricted by you. If you can dream it can come true, for a limited amount of time of course.
Sun
When the blackest of night comes to a close, there is a grand opening for the almighty.
Slowly as the white, stone cold moon sinks beneath the ground directly opposite on the other side of the world the blazing red fiery sun rises just as the moon takes his final bow of the night, till another day.
Slowly as the white, stone cold moon sinks beneath the ground directly opposite on the other side of the world the blazing red fiery sun rises just as the moon takes his final bow of the night, till another day.
Elemental
Dust to dust
Ash to ash
Sand to sand
Time to time
TIME!!
You stand at the doorway of your empty mind for a second but more time has passed then you will ever know.
As the sand pebbles fall down and down they stack on the mountain, it keep building higher and higher until time stops, until it breaks until it stops and crumbles away.
When time stops and I’m not with you it all just breaks apart and tumbles down onto the barren plain of my broken heart.
As the fire burns higher it smolders away time and it leaves just the ash of the burnt time.
Then as time flows on like a rivers current, the ash is lost and forgotten within its raging waters.
But within these waters more than just ash is lost; the time of the water is forgotten with the sands of time.
The sand is lost and as it gets whirled about by the mighty winds of the north. It blows about the worlds end moving with the strength of a thousand winds past.
It twirls about until it catches up with the future.
Dust to dust
Ash to ash
What’s been lost,
Can’t be found
Ash to ash
Sand to sand
Time to time
TIME!!
You stand at the doorway of your empty mind for a second but more time has passed then you will ever know.
As the sand pebbles fall down and down they stack on the mountain, it keep building higher and higher until time stops, until it breaks until it stops and crumbles away.
When time stops and I’m not with you it all just breaks apart and tumbles down onto the barren plain of my broken heart.
As the fire burns higher it smolders away time and it leaves just the ash of the burnt time.
Then as time flows on like a rivers current, the ash is lost and forgotten within its raging waters.
But within these waters more than just ash is lost; the time of the water is forgotten with the sands of time.
The sand is lost and as it gets whirled about by the mighty winds of the north. It blows about the worlds end moving with the strength of a thousand winds past.
It twirls about until it catches up with the future.
Dust to dust
Ash to ash
What’s been lost,
Can’t be found
Roses?????
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
But
Why are the roses red?
Is it because red is the shade of love and passion? Or is it just a color that is so bold that it stands out, we may never know. And why are the violets blue? Is it because there so calm and soothing, who knows.
SO
Roses are red
Violets are blue
So get this clue
Of I love you.
Violets are blue.
But
Why are the roses red?
Is it because red is the shade of love and passion? Or is it just a color that is so bold that it stands out, we may never know. And why are the violets blue? Is it because there so calm and soothing, who knows.
SO
Roses are red
Violets are blue
So get this clue
Of I love you.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Nicodemus
“the thief in the night under the temple door”
Brings about your utmost desires and feelings, the most basic of all instincts will be wrought upon the earth.
She will drudge up those emotions that cause pleasure, torment, lust and hate, anger, desire, she will bring those up just like when the famer plows the land, and spreads the dirt around. Mixing it all, and in the same instance changing it all.
Making it something completely different. That’s what she does, she adds some of her own little spice, then tosses you out the window.
As your scrambling on the ground, twisted in thought and reason that you should obviously listen to, there bubbling up, higher and higher.
To Be cont.......
Brings about your utmost desires and feelings, the most basic of all instincts will be wrought upon the earth.
She will drudge up those emotions that cause pleasure, torment, lust and hate, anger, desire, she will bring those up just like when the famer plows the land, and spreads the dirt around. Mixing it all, and in the same instance changing it all.
Making it something completely different. That’s what she does, she adds some of her own little spice, then tosses you out the window.
As your scrambling on the ground, twisted in thought and reason that you should obviously listen to, there bubbling up, higher and higher.
To Be cont.......
Sunday, January 10, 2010
K B S-N
The thought of what could be still lingers in my memory weaving in and out like a spider spinning a beautiful web.
A twins mistake
The sun goes down but the lights stay on long past closing time
Twiddling pens and the sound of a keyboard echo to the crickets and the sound of traffic.
Children watching TV instead of practicing their tuba or sax. Smells of a overcooked pizza, supreme, fill the kitchen instead of a mother’s love and hot pasta with a meat sauce that the kids enjoy so much. No garlic cloves just an empty space for the work gloves. Hangars on the wall only filled with jimmy’s coat. Mothers keys missing, she’s out grabbing her meal at a French restaurant on seaside with her clients that she talks to more than her own daughter. She doesn’t know that miss Tammy has not passed literature but to her own accord she never did read so good to begin with. The lights flicker and that remind mommy that Tammy and Jimmy are late for a very important date, dinner with the father because it’s his turn, it’s his weekend but shed known that if she was home long enough to listen to the voicemails on her home phone instead her cell phone. She’s blocked the number of the man that she once loved but then she discovered that he made the mistake and married the wrong twin. He wanted miss perfect personality, not miss Costa lots. He was in it for love; she was In it for the money. Only he was a well off teacher and despised money and much as he hated lust. Now the children are trophies for her and angels to him but the court split the time, when she gave it all to her work.
Twiddling pens and the sound of a keyboard echo to the crickets and the sound of traffic.
Children watching TV instead of practicing their tuba or sax. Smells of a overcooked pizza, supreme, fill the kitchen instead of a mother’s love and hot pasta with a meat sauce that the kids enjoy so much. No garlic cloves just an empty space for the work gloves. Hangars on the wall only filled with jimmy’s coat. Mothers keys missing, she’s out grabbing her meal at a French restaurant on seaside with her clients that she talks to more than her own daughter. She doesn’t know that miss Tammy has not passed literature but to her own accord she never did read so good to begin with. The lights flicker and that remind mommy that Tammy and Jimmy are late for a very important date, dinner with the father because it’s his turn, it’s his weekend but shed known that if she was home long enough to listen to the voicemails on her home phone instead her cell phone. She’s blocked the number of the man that she once loved but then she discovered that he made the mistake and married the wrong twin. He wanted miss perfect personality, not miss Costa lots. He was in it for love; she was In it for the money. Only he was a well off teacher and despised money and much as he hated lust. Now the children are trophies for her and angels to him but the court split the time, when she gave it all to her work.
Western prodigy
The western winds blew through the desolate town on the heel of the villain. The hero no where in sight, sings of sorrow and the chase to come. With steeds mounted and upon the hand he pursues the scoundrel.
Sands blow and cry forth and tears of sand pour throughout the barren lands. Cactus bend to the will of the armies of dust and it drains them of its life.
Sakes, lizards crawl upon the steaming, hellish sand that changes as the day takes its natural course. The east’s bound wind meets the west and a dust storm is thrusted forth, like no other, can never be stopped. Through the storm of rocks the protagonist and antagonist ride on.
Through it all, they both know their sole purpose and what must happen for the other to sleep soundly. Guns erupt as the sound of hooves pounded louder and louder, erupting, throwing the ground as it goes forth each bearing their respected masters.
The scent of the chase still lingers upon the air as the riders turn a curve, the bullet leave the chamber and it travels through air, sand to reach its desired location, in the flesh of the rebel.
The fall from greatness is till and long but he knows the tastes of the dirt and he now knows how hard the ground he treads upon is.
His companion, one and only, rides off into the sand with a empty saddle.
A lone shadow creeps upon the revolutionary’s face. He looks up from his resting place and stares into the eyes of a hardened man.
Women, robbery, revolution all flash though him. His first gun in hand all the yelling screaming, echoing.
Sands blow and cry forth and tears of sand pour throughout the barren lands. Cactus bend to the will of the armies of dust and it drains them of its life.
Sakes, lizards crawl upon the steaming, hellish sand that changes as the day takes its natural course. The east’s bound wind meets the west and a dust storm is thrusted forth, like no other, can never be stopped. Through the storm of rocks the protagonist and antagonist ride on.
Through it all, they both know their sole purpose and what must happen for the other to sleep soundly. Guns erupt as the sound of hooves pounded louder and louder, erupting, throwing the ground as it goes forth each bearing their respected masters.
The scent of the chase still lingers upon the air as the riders turn a curve, the bullet leave the chamber and it travels through air, sand to reach its desired location, in the flesh of the rebel.
The fall from greatness is till and long but he knows the tastes of the dirt and he now knows how hard the ground he treads upon is.
His companion, one and only, rides off into the sand with a empty saddle.
A lone shadow creeps upon the revolutionary’s face. He looks up from his resting place and stares into the eyes of a hardened man.
Women, robbery, revolution all flash though him. His first gun in hand all the yelling screaming, echoing.
unusual perfection
Cross legged poise
With criss crossed toes and
Eyes that shine
Past reflections of a earlier time
And place
One of joy, one of constraint, one
Of my story and ending, that doesn’t exist
Attitude showing
Disgust revealed through the movements
The truth is apparent
Sophomore year tragedies and
Failed action is where this stage
Is set
Upon such time does our stage
Come from
Hair blowing in the wind,
Smelling of the garden of
Eden
The warm embrace of her sends
Shocks all over, lifting you spirit
Up.
The curtain closing for time
Constraints limit ones action
For the truth to be told.
The way her arm goes within
Mine, just like the olden days,
Just further illuminates the fantasy of her and me.
Her smile can brighten up even
The darkest of days, from the
Dark ones to the cloudy ones.
The words failing at the
Thought of breaking something so
Perfect seem to creep into me
And block me. Failure for a
Writer is near unheard of,
Being incapable of producing words is perhaps
Perfection.
With criss crossed toes and
Eyes that shine
Past reflections of a earlier time
And place
One of joy, one of constraint, one
Of my story and ending, that doesn’t exist
Attitude showing
Disgust revealed through the movements
The truth is apparent
Sophomore year tragedies and
Failed action is where this stage
Is set
Upon such time does our stage
Come from
Hair blowing in the wind,
Smelling of the garden of
Eden
The warm embrace of her sends
Shocks all over, lifting you spirit
Up.
The curtain closing for time
Constraints limit ones action
For the truth to be told.
The way her arm goes within
Mine, just like the olden days,
Just further illuminates the fantasy of her and me.
Her smile can brighten up even
The darkest of days, from the
Dark ones to the cloudy ones.
The words failing at the
Thought of breaking something so
Perfect seem to creep into me
And block me. Failure for a
Writer is near unheard of,
Being incapable of producing words is perhaps
Perfection.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
myster girl
Following her tracks in the snow is never a necessity for you can clearly see her dressed in a simple black dress, cut to die for, etching every curve just right. With a red scarf trailing behind her a the wind whips it about like leaves in an autumn wind.
Step step
Black dress, red scarf
The women walking
Without a care
The wind upon her
Smooth skin, I
Know she’s
the women
I’ve been dreaming
Of.
Step step
Black dress, red scarf
The women walking
Without a care
The wind upon her
Smooth skin, I
Know she’s
the women
I’ve been dreaming
Of.
Perspective
I know that this world will end long after I’m gone but its death will surely be more painful that mine shall ever have the potential to be. For I will have a s mile on my face when I leave this plain, and I will never know why I was awarded the breath of life and to what purpose I was suppose to fulfill. I know that pain is an insufficient thing compared to the pain to the other types of affliction each individual may cause to me. Hurt, I know is a superficial thing only felt by some and not just the strong or weak, but by those who can endure it and choose its path, to choose the path of pain.
The levels of pain one can stand all depend on their perspective on life, their beliefs can be a savior to them. To see clear is to hold the world in your hand and be able to weed through the human existence of rubbish, those are the ones with a clear conscious and capability of the world, thus they can own the world.
Choice is the golden path to enlightenment, is to choose whether or not to open your eyes and let the light in or to seal the shades shut and be blanketed in your own darkness till the end of your days.
The choice is
Yours,
Choose wisely
Because
It doesn’t matter for toy can always change your stance upon things, but the process of the change is difficult so I do warn thee.
The levels of pain one can stand all depend on their perspective on life, their beliefs can be a savior to them. To see clear is to hold the world in your hand and be able to weed through the human existence of rubbish, those are the ones with a clear conscious and capability of the world, thus they can own the world.
Choice is the golden path to enlightenment, is to choose whether or not to open your eyes and let the light in or to seal the shades shut and be blanketed in your own darkness till the end of your days.
The choice is
Yours,
Choose wisely
Because
It doesn’t matter for toy can always change your stance upon things, but the process of the change is difficult so I do warn thee.
california
So this is cali
So this is California
With its long hills
Stretching forth till
They meet the water,
Long legs gracefully
Touch the sand
And are submerged.
This is California
Sun shining, clear
Sky, just like
Everyday here
In Cali. Perfect
Days rolling into
Perfect years.
Free of chains,
Free of care
For with or
Without your
Presence, perfect
Will remain imbedded in
Its state of
Mind.
Sun baked sane
Will soak the
Rays but it warms
More with your
company laying
upon it.
Stretching forth
Half the states
Of United.
Free of choice,
Free of will
Only of desire
Only in California.
So this is California
With its long hills
Stretching forth till
They meet the water,
Long legs gracefully
Touch the sand
And are submerged.
This is California
Sun shining, clear
Sky, just like
Everyday here
In Cali. Perfect
Days rolling into
Perfect years.
Free of chains,
Free of care
For with or
Without your
Presence, perfect
Will remain imbedded in
Its state of
Mind.
Sun baked sane
Will soak the
Rays but it warms
More with your
company laying
upon it.
Stretching forth
Half the states
Of United.
Free of choice,
Free of will
Only of desire
Only in California.
season
As the mornings become brisk
As the layers thicken
The wind whips the
Horse of summer along
Pulling behind it fall.
Fall, the time change
When birds get
Smart and fl away.
When the hours of
The day become
Shorter.
As the layers thicken
The wind whips the
Horse of summer along
Pulling behind it fall.
Fall, the time change
When birds get
Smart and fl away.
When the hours of
The day become
Shorter.
Defiance
“A man does what he must, in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures.”
John F. Kennedy(4)
To take a stand against the President of the United States takes courage. A Minnesota senator demonstrated such valor by proclaiming her position on the house floor February 6, 2007.
“Some demonstrated courage through their unyielding devotion to absolute principle.” Senator Amy Klobuchar took a stand and allied herself with the underlining forces that are therefore against her, her top person that she is trying to convince that her cause is the correct one is the President of the United States. President Bush VETOED the bill that Amy and several other senators are working so hard the. The bill that is the main accelerate for the fire per say is the bill number S.470. (3)
Courage is a big word and it can mean a lot of very different things, like standing up to the school yard bully, getting up in front of the entire school and giving a valedictorian speech. In February 2007 Amy Klobuchar stood up in front of the senate and awakened the many sleeping minds of the senate, she had courage. In times like the ones humans live in today, you need something a little bit crazy, a little bit courageous and a tad bit radical to snatch the attention of those surrounding you. I have stated this once but I will restate it so it will attach to everyone’s brain, what Senator Amy Klobuchar did on that faithful day in February was assume her position, whether it be right of wrong, she did it and she will be remembered for going up to the presidents door, sword and shield in hand, and defending her up front view on the bipartisan resolution.
S.470 or the Bipartisan Iraq Resolution bill states that there should be an increase in American troops, to be more precise the increase will be about 20,000 more troops in the Iran and Iraq areas. “Amy Klobuchar has spent her life helping people and standing up for what's right.” She is against the increase of troops in the Iran and Iraq regions, lives have been lost, more than 3,000 Americans have died(3) for this place that we call a right and just country, But how can the men and women die in Iraq and know that their call is a lost one. That their lives mean nothing, because when they die all that will happen is a quick little prayer and then they will b on their way home, home to be buried 6 feet deep. How can they die knowing that when their life less bodies are sent back in that giant jumbo jet that going the opposite direction is another plane, a plane that is carrying another thousand troops to take their place. We as the free country of America can not let this go undone, it is our civic duty that we make a decision on the war issue and go on and not look back because this part of the American history is one for the dark times.
Senator Klobuchar and other senators such as Senator Levin, Warner, Biden, Hagel and many other senators.(3) These senators in the past have shown compassion for the men and women that have served on our armed forces. That is why they choose this particular bill and work so aggressively on it. “It’s a long past time to have this debate. The American people have called for it, our troops have earned it, and we should be big enough to have it.” Klobuchar statement is a true and powerful one, for too long have the American soldiers been behind enemy lines with no clear protection, or hope, no hope on when they will be coming home. They have had their hopes yanked away from them every time they have been ever so close to coming home. So they march on day after day, scared, cold and lonely. “Such a lonely day. And it's mine. The most loneliest day of my life.” Systems of a Downs lonely day, (2) is a sound example of the lack of hope that all American soldiers are feeling at this very moment.
To stand up and deliver a powerful speech directly to the president of the United States is something that very few senators can do, mainly for a therefore lack of confidence that they can not muster up.
“Some demonstrated courage through their unyielding devotion to absolute principle.”
John F. Kennedy
John F. Kennedy(4)
To take a stand against the President of the United States takes courage. A Minnesota senator demonstrated such valor by proclaiming her position on the house floor February 6, 2007.
“Some demonstrated courage through their unyielding devotion to absolute principle.” Senator Amy Klobuchar took a stand and allied herself with the underlining forces that are therefore against her, her top person that she is trying to convince that her cause is the correct one is the President of the United States. President Bush VETOED the bill that Amy and several other senators are working so hard the. The bill that is the main accelerate for the fire per say is the bill number S.470. (3)
Courage is a big word and it can mean a lot of very different things, like standing up to the school yard bully, getting up in front of the entire school and giving a valedictorian speech. In February 2007 Amy Klobuchar stood up in front of the senate and awakened the many sleeping minds of the senate, she had courage. In times like the ones humans live in today, you need something a little bit crazy, a little bit courageous and a tad bit radical to snatch the attention of those surrounding you. I have stated this once but I will restate it so it will attach to everyone’s brain, what Senator Amy Klobuchar did on that faithful day in February was assume her position, whether it be right of wrong, she did it and she will be remembered for going up to the presidents door, sword and shield in hand, and defending her up front view on the bipartisan resolution.
S.470 or the Bipartisan Iraq Resolution bill states that there should be an increase in American troops, to be more precise the increase will be about 20,000 more troops in the Iran and Iraq areas. “Amy Klobuchar has spent her life helping people and standing up for what's right.” She is against the increase of troops in the Iran and Iraq regions, lives have been lost, more than 3,000 Americans have died(3) for this place that we call a right and just country, But how can the men and women die in Iraq and know that their call is a lost one. That their lives mean nothing, because when they die all that will happen is a quick little prayer and then they will b on their way home, home to be buried 6 feet deep. How can they die knowing that when their life less bodies are sent back in that giant jumbo jet that going the opposite direction is another plane, a plane that is carrying another thousand troops to take their place. We as the free country of America can not let this go undone, it is our civic duty that we make a decision on the war issue and go on and not look back because this part of the American history is one for the dark times.
Senator Klobuchar and other senators such as Senator Levin, Warner, Biden, Hagel and many other senators.(3) These senators in the past have shown compassion for the men and women that have served on our armed forces. That is why they choose this particular bill and work so aggressively on it. “It’s a long past time to have this debate. The American people have called for it, our troops have earned it, and we should be big enough to have it.” Klobuchar statement is a true and powerful one, for too long have the American soldiers been behind enemy lines with no clear protection, or hope, no hope on when they will be coming home. They have had their hopes yanked away from them every time they have been ever so close to coming home. So they march on day after day, scared, cold and lonely. “Such a lonely day. And it's mine. The most loneliest day of my life.” Systems of a Downs lonely day, (2) is a sound example of the lack of hope that all American soldiers are feeling at this very moment.
To stand up and deliver a powerful speech directly to the president of the United States is something that very few senators can do, mainly for a therefore lack of confidence that they can not muster up.
“Some demonstrated courage through their unyielding devotion to absolute principle.”
John F. Kennedy
The Balcony’s Modest proposal.
“Honey I am going to the grocery store, do you need anything?” said the husband
“Oh yes I do actually, lets um, see milk, eggs, love, cookies, ice cream and bacon.” said the wife
Oh yes the wife just asked for love cause love has become so compressive in nature that you can literally buy it off the shelves of stores at your local grocer or at your local outlet mall.
Love, the impenetrable back bone of the American social life has been degraded to nothing more than a simple afternoon past time toy, which any one of any age can purchase. Long has the time been passing of a young boy falling madly in love with a girl and then serenading her with some soft sweet words of a pure love, un-tainted by the vile touch of the riches, long have past the lonesome women standing in her window wishing a white knight, pure of heart, would come and wisp her womenness self off the white marble of the castle de villa, long has the balcony scene been drowned by the ca ching of the cash register. In today’s moderns world the term itself has lost the pure meaning, it once held and is being used over and over in a manner in which is undesirable and which is poorly meant and it has faded into the everyday language of time and gloom.
Come one come all, 50 percent off love, just swing by your local Wal-Mart. Today’s society states that you can love any body you want so purchase the love you want at the store that fits your specific needs. Hot Topic, for the punkish love, Hollister for the preppy love, GameStop for the nerdy gamer love, Barnes and Noble for the smart love, Wal-Mart for the cheap generic type of love or if all else fails you can go to your local gas station and pick up a packet of love their. Now with all this love for sale at all your different stores that you may venture to we will then erase the online dating service and the awkward silences of 2 young lovers’ first meeting and the sad disappointments of man and women when they do not find the correct love that fits them, so gone are miserable night and gone are the night time depression snack of women, chocolate ice cream.
But the loss of the long love process is not without its waterfalls, it will be missed, those long nights talking to a potential girlfriend/boyfriend for hours on end at midnight and on. Those feeling you get will be sorely missed.
So whatever your type of love is, its out there and all you have to do is find the right store.
“Oh yes I do actually, lets um, see milk, eggs, love, cookies, ice cream and bacon.” said the wife
Oh yes the wife just asked for love cause love has become so compressive in nature that you can literally buy it off the shelves of stores at your local grocer or at your local outlet mall.
Love, the impenetrable back bone of the American social life has been degraded to nothing more than a simple afternoon past time toy, which any one of any age can purchase. Long has the time been passing of a young boy falling madly in love with a girl and then serenading her with some soft sweet words of a pure love, un-tainted by the vile touch of the riches, long have past the lonesome women standing in her window wishing a white knight, pure of heart, would come and wisp her womenness self off the white marble of the castle de villa, long has the balcony scene been drowned by the ca ching of the cash register. In today’s moderns world the term itself has lost the pure meaning, it once held and is being used over and over in a manner in which is undesirable and which is poorly meant and it has faded into the everyday language of time and gloom.
Come one come all, 50 percent off love, just swing by your local Wal-Mart. Today’s society states that you can love any body you want so purchase the love you want at the store that fits your specific needs. Hot Topic, for the punkish love, Hollister for the preppy love, GameStop for the nerdy gamer love, Barnes and Noble for the smart love, Wal-Mart for the cheap generic type of love or if all else fails you can go to your local gas station and pick up a packet of love their. Now with all this love for sale at all your different stores that you may venture to we will then erase the online dating service and the awkward silences of 2 young lovers’ first meeting and the sad disappointments of man and women when they do not find the correct love that fits them, so gone are miserable night and gone are the night time depression snack of women, chocolate ice cream.
But the loss of the long love process is not without its waterfalls, it will be missed, those long nights talking to a potential girlfriend/boyfriend for hours on end at midnight and on. Those feeling you get will be sorely missed.
So whatever your type of love is, its out there and all you have to do is find the right store.
Jangles, demise
Rachel has had a difficult month. She recently moved to town, and because she doesn’t know any students here, she is almost always alone. She seems very lonesome; it could because the fact that she is very shy. She wonders if she will ever fit in. (She could, if she would take the insatiate to get to know her neighbors, of the same grade). But, on the other hand, however, they should try to get to know her as well. Maybe if she joins a church or a club and becomes more active in school, she might feel better.
Kate’s neighbors were on a vacation to a destination unknown. They inquired her to feed their cat, Jangles. Jangles climbed to the very peak of a massive oak tree, one day, Kate aggressively pursued up one of the lower limbs. She presented a treat to Jangles, in turn, Jangles retreated down for the treat, which will ultimately lead him to his demise, of being imprisoned.
Kate’s neighbors were on a vacation to a destination unknown. They inquired her to feed their cat, Jangles. Jangles climbed to the very peak of a massive oak tree, one day, Kate aggressively pursued up one of the lower limbs. She presented a treat to Jangles, in turn, Jangles retreated down for the treat, which will ultimately lead him to his demise, of being imprisoned.
walk
As I walk this world unforeseen until I reach that age where I am permitted to do anything; I walk the streets, alone and vacant until I find what I am searching for.
I walk the streets that are overcrowded, wandering past the bars with open doors, that billow the smell of stale alcohol and failures, past the frontiers trying to wave me in to see things I ought not to, past the score of women that try and make that corner their palace, evermore turning tricks.
Fruitless attempts for my mind is stacked wall to wall with idealess thoughts that devour me but I show no enjoyment in being eaten alive. But try as they might to break me down into a nothingness heap of matter, will seize at the dead end, lost.
I walk the streets that are overcrowded, wandering past the bars with open doors, that billow the smell of stale alcohol and failures, past the frontiers trying to wave me in to see things I ought not to, past the score of women that try and make that corner their palace, evermore turning tricks.
Fruitless attempts for my mind is stacked wall to wall with idealess thoughts that devour me but I show no enjoyment in being eaten alive. But try as they might to break me down into a nothingness heap of matter, will seize at the dead end, lost.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
perfect place
As the morning sun peaks over the bare horizon, we see a place of broken beauty. The earthy ground is a glossy as it having just been raining, and it still is raining. The pine green trees stand as short dwarves and some as tall as the great gods. The bark was smooth, with very few rough patches, The flowers climbing up a dead tree scream with delight as they blossom into freckled things of lust. The flowers themselves are a array of purple, red, black, green and naturally pink.
The purple ones barely blossomed cause they are a tad afraid of what the world will say. The red, as red as a burning sunset with thorns of hate, anguish and karma. The black as death flowers, which always blossom and seem to scream with rage for they are usually mistaken as dead flowers. Then comes the flowers that dominate over all the other broken plants, the green. Their as green as a freshly painted park. Finally the one flower that only blooms every disaster, to prove that even after death, life emerges from the ashes.
Then there’s that faithful breeze that never ends, blowing till the dead of night. Half is surrounded by mountains , fourth of it is open, rather plain and finally the last fourth is surrounded by a glassy river that slashes through the plain. The mountains are rather gigantic with rigged cliffs. The wide open plains stand like the free man, swollen with pride. Finally the shore and water that can cleanse all you impurities away with a wave or two.
The purple ones barely blossomed cause they are a tad afraid of what the world will say. The red, as red as a burning sunset with thorns of hate, anguish and karma. The black as death flowers, which always blossom and seem to scream with rage for they are usually mistaken as dead flowers. Then comes the flowers that dominate over all the other broken plants, the green. Their as green as a freshly painted park. Finally the one flower that only blooms every disaster, to prove that even after death, life emerges from the ashes.
Then there’s that faithful breeze that never ends, blowing till the dead of night. Half is surrounded by mountains , fourth of it is open, rather plain and finally the last fourth is surrounded by a glassy river that slashes through the plain. The mountains are rather gigantic with rigged cliffs. The wide open plains stand like the free man, swollen with pride. Finally the shore and water that can cleanse all you impurities away with a wave or two.
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And as a strange freckled god dappled fresh original ploughed landscape of that spare sour beauty,
Fresh is the cow and trout,
Finches be plotted and pierced
He trades rose moles for sour skies with angels of beauty.
If I belied my black breath then I know goddess have lips like roses like heaven.
So far from my cheeks false delight yet I know there are mistresses with red perfumes like red false love.
Then there more rare then sound,
I think there hear but my sun treads by with my heaven.
Fresh is the cow and trout,
Finches be plotted and pierced
He trades rose moles for sour skies with angels of beauty.
If I belied my black breath then I know goddess have lips like roses like heaven.
So far from my cheeks false delight yet I know there are mistresses with red perfumes like red false love.
Then there more rare then sound,
I think there hear but my sun treads by with my heaven.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
snowball sting
Word are being thrown at me like snowballs on a snow day.
The sting goes deeper and deeper and penetrates my heart not because of the cold searing sting but because of the thrower.
4 years today I smiled and caught this beautiful girl and she’s the only one out of reach and she always will be. So that leaves me holding the bag that she left as she walked out the door with someone better.
Slowly door by door the house silences and I’m left to wonder what would be, what if…
I’m bleeding..
Cut by the icy edge of doubt and the twin side of regret..my kryptonite
These words should b painted upon my body so one day I can overcome them but I fear as though I never will. Ill rather bleed out like a deer shot through the heart, barely going on until the barrel goes boom one more time
Echoing in my ears…a death worth less honor then a knife to the wrists.
Now have I caught her attention, doubtful for she lies with him as I suffer and they prosper.
Late, tired yep it’s my usual time to get a move on.
To get hurt or maybe hurt someone…well either is possible with me.
What I know is as I go on, dropping em like a small army of flies..
they find the man on the horse as I find empty glasses and a bed made up on one side. As usual
Peace out
The sting goes deeper and deeper and penetrates my heart not because of the cold searing sting but because of the thrower.
4 years today I smiled and caught this beautiful girl and she’s the only one out of reach and she always will be. So that leaves me holding the bag that she left as she walked out the door with someone better.
Slowly door by door the house silences and I’m left to wonder what would be, what if…
I’m bleeding..
Cut by the icy edge of doubt and the twin side of regret..my kryptonite
These words should b painted upon my body so one day I can overcome them but I fear as though I never will. Ill rather bleed out like a deer shot through the heart, barely going on until the barrel goes boom one more time
Echoing in my ears…a death worth less honor then a knife to the wrists.
Now have I caught her attention, doubtful for she lies with him as I suffer and they prosper.
Late, tired yep it’s my usual time to get a move on.
To get hurt or maybe hurt someone…well either is possible with me.
What I know is as I go on, dropping em like a small army of flies..
they find the man on the horse as I find empty glasses and a bed made up on one side. As usual
Peace out
SAS-final round
your judge and the jury and I’m the victim, innocent or not your mind is made up so go ahead and slam your hammer and let me hear the bars slide close forever.
Distant words never making it to their destinations
Resentment is strong but the love being held by the bystander is greater
The one in control saunters away with another, holding hands
Rings on one but never given to her by the man who’s alone
Miles from friends
Blocks from the abyss which some find wonder in
Others find face value, which fails
2 bodies in bed in the cold
One boy alone, scared and in all reality wanting the things he can’t have
Worlds colliding making things grow faster than normal
Boy missed his shot....typically
Now shoved between the deserts of want and the waters of have to’s he must decide and naturally his mind can only go one way
Forward, for he can never go back,
For what has been written in ink can be nothing but smudged.
Distant words never making it to their destinations
Resentment is strong but the love being held by the bystander is greater
The one in control saunters away with another, holding hands
Rings on one but never given to her by the man who’s alone
Miles from friends
Blocks from the abyss which some find wonder in
Others find face value, which fails
2 bodies in bed in the cold
One boy alone, scared and in all reality wanting the things he can’t have
Worlds colliding making things grow faster than normal
Boy missed his shot....typically
Now shoved between the deserts of want and the waters of have to’s he must decide and naturally his mind can only go one way
Forward, for he can never go back,
For what has been written in ink can be nothing but smudged.
The judge
Judge, jury, executioner all names given to the highest order
Faces judge what they see upon the flesh and not actuality.
Jury made up of all the ones you’ve hurt
So your found guilty because of some stupid kid.
Some boy could not comprehend what he had, some kid who couldn’t see the treasure that lay in his arms, what he was or where he was going. He was just trying to fit in as a puzzle piece when he knew that would never happen. The pieces don’t fit together; he would never fit in school. Doing what he felt was his moment of truth buy the jury never saw it.
They see everyone fitting together like Jesus and his disciples.
But remember one betrayed you know who.
Finally the executioner carrying out the sentence blindly separated for years in a cubicle as his walls are brought down with “discipline”
Why cant freedom be expressed and not judged?
My last words…….
I AM GUILITY.
She put a smell one me with that sway.
It was worth it while it lasted.
Faces judge what they see upon the flesh and not actuality.
Jury made up of all the ones you’ve hurt
So your found guilty because of some stupid kid.
Some boy could not comprehend what he had, some kid who couldn’t see the treasure that lay in his arms, what he was or where he was going. He was just trying to fit in as a puzzle piece when he knew that would never happen. The pieces don’t fit together; he would never fit in school. Doing what he felt was his moment of truth buy the jury never saw it.
They see everyone fitting together like Jesus and his disciples.
But remember one betrayed you know who.
Finally the executioner carrying out the sentence blindly separated for years in a cubicle as his walls are brought down with “discipline”
Why cant freedom be expressed and not judged?
My last words…….
I AM GUILITY.
She put a smell one me with that sway.
It was worth it while it lasted.
4 years to date
I smiled
She argued
The busses left me with no name for beauty.
Round 2
Waiting in line just to bullshit reality into the ugly truth of humans and politics. Flashy smiles and time beats me down to finally make the first move like the boy does. Walking that room maybe I grew into a man but seated next to her my world just changed forever and now it was off its tracks.
Sas
Was her name, never leaving my memory and now to this day I loved her and she me but I cont but she stopped and dropped me into the rivers of the never can be and I jumped in to save it only to end in California.
Away from everyone
Why repeats everyday and I just say it was the right thing no matter how much I miss everything. Bc in the end 4 years is kind of short and I can go back to where it feels like home.
I remember why I left on the inside but outside I act part just to…
My mistake now I can’t cause more pain I need to buck it up and hopefully it’ll all work out or at least that’s what I keep telling myself….what do I know
Truth is the wrong path in this case. Tough it out, try to live up to it all. Just keep telling yourself that this is what you do. You get by on your own, you don’t need anybody but as the lies pour out you keep speaking them desperate to believe one side more than the other
I don’t need no body but I need em. I need my friend but I have to keep going I have to keep pushing. It’s the small dumb things that punch me over. Wow if only I thought more and worked more
I wouldn’t be here. Maybe id b in her arms
Or not
I need what I worked for. I served it up and they put it on the platter and sent it back like a rare steak ordered well done.
I need my bro. I miss him maybe he can convince me in person that I just have to keep on trucking it and I can do it ill believe anyone but myself I have so much doubt I need to be assured before the breakdown commences. Once it starts the very hell we fear breaks loose with no fence its limitless
I need
She argued
The busses left me with no name for beauty.
Round 2
Waiting in line just to bullshit reality into the ugly truth of humans and politics. Flashy smiles and time beats me down to finally make the first move like the boy does. Walking that room maybe I grew into a man but seated next to her my world just changed forever and now it was off its tracks.
Sas
Was her name, never leaving my memory and now to this day I loved her and she me but I cont but she stopped and dropped me into the rivers of the never can be and I jumped in to save it only to end in California.
Away from everyone
Why repeats everyday and I just say it was the right thing no matter how much I miss everything. Bc in the end 4 years is kind of short and I can go back to where it feels like home.
I remember why I left on the inside but outside I act part just to…
My mistake now I can’t cause more pain I need to buck it up and hopefully it’ll all work out or at least that’s what I keep telling myself….what do I know
Truth is the wrong path in this case. Tough it out, try to live up to it all. Just keep telling yourself that this is what you do. You get by on your own, you don’t need anybody but as the lies pour out you keep speaking them desperate to believe one side more than the other
I don’t need no body but I need em. I need my friend but I have to keep going I have to keep pushing. It’s the small dumb things that punch me over. Wow if only I thought more and worked more
I wouldn’t be here. Maybe id b in her arms
Or not
I need what I worked for. I served it up and they put it on the platter and sent it back like a rare steak ordered well done.
I need my bro. I miss him maybe he can convince me in person that I just have to keep on trucking it and I can do it ill believe anyone but myself I have so much doubt I need to be assured before the breakdown commences. Once it starts the very hell we fear breaks loose with no fence its limitless
I need
Saturday, January 2, 2010
To the begining
the start of a new year means many things, promises to be made, routines to be put back in order and just a clean slate. So dont mess this year up like you did the last one, make the best of everything and just know that the more you dwindle on the past the less future you have.
Have fun and remember 2012 is coming.
Have fun and remember 2012 is coming.
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