Food 4 Thought

I'm getting some real good vibes from what's going on here. In the midst of all the BS and negativity I caught a glimpse of something completely worthwhile. It's like finding your favorite flavor in a big ass bag of nasty ass jelly beans. You get the picture. It's tough, though, entering a new situation without letting your past experiences influence your future attitude. Too much pain, not enough joy. Too much hate, not enough love. I don't even like that word. Truthfully, I have no idea how to combat those feelings but I do know this:

Building a wall around your heart is great for keeping the hurt out....

But love also can't get in....Which is worth the sacrafice??

Food 4 Thought

I guess I'm an Asshole LOL

I just may be an asshole. Today I was labeled as 'unapproachable' because my conversation can seem a little cynical, even condescending at times. My response?


Thanks!


Sarcasm was never intended to create a sense of me diminishing your intelligence. It's humor, you know? A literary technique. Well let's examine this term 'asshole.' The literal role of an anus is to provide a safe and efficient exit of harmful waste from the body. Think about it. Where would that leave you had the asshole not existed? Right. An asshole could be nothing more than a person who gets rid of all the shit produced by our society. An efficient pathway to release all of the waste of our world. If there  were no assholes around to keep it real and stop the bullshit, we would all be some very miserable, and gaseous, bastards. You're Welcome!! :-)

Love Won't Work Alone

Coasting on the wings of life flies the body of uncertainty. An expanse so great not even the strongest of loves can cross it. Gestures taken for granted, soft words ignored. The indecision of a torn between love and happiness holds the power to destroy the greatest truths. How does one overcome such treachery? Do we accept the inevitable and live life as is? Do we fight to the end over the prospect of a perfect love? Is there even such a thing? The ideals of a perfect love lie solely in the eyes and hearts of the participating parties. Two hearts intertwined as one functioning body, one for the sake of the other. Beating in unison, pumping synonymously. Powered by the most sensitive of signals, capable of being thrown askew by the faintest of disturbances. But once disturbance has occurred, is there room for reconciliation? Or does the heart stay bruised forever, each blow damaging the heart slightly more until the point finally comes where the heart can no longer fulfill it's duties. When the flat line is upon us and trust no longer holds those hearts together, it becomes apparent that love won't work alone.

The Warmup....

You don't have to call it poetry. I'm no poet. I just feel obligated to write about what I feel in the hopes that my words may inspire someone else in the same situation. I don't write for the attention. I write because dealing with intense emotions can lead you to insanity if not dealt with in a positive manner.  Songwriters write songs, producers make beats. Painters, well... Paint. 


You get where I'm going with this...


I have been blessed with the ability to do a good bit of it all. Why not share? Some of these posts may seem poetic in structure. Some may just seem like me talking out the side of my neck. One thing you can guarantee though is that it's all the way true. SO... with that being said, If you end up in my words that means you were in my thoughts. Good or bad, you're there. Take it as a compliment.