Ladies and Gentlemen my thoughts compel me to share

When you love some 1 you can't explain or reason with the things you do for them or because of them.... You listen to your heart and your brain casts images so your eyes can see what you are feeling.

I can understand faith in God.......what I can't understand is killing in his name.

Wile E Coyote was pretty dumb...he had all the cash to buy Acme stuff....why didn't he ever just buy dinner....may be he preferred Fast Food

The bad is necessary ...so the good is appreciated.

People who hate asking for help..are usually the one's who need it the most.The sense of humor that irony dwells in.

A Rebel is not someone who isn't open to ideas....that job is for the fools.

Being human is tough...even for humans

Everything seemed to make sense when I was a child...

Dogs love for life

Handling success , successfully in succession is crucial for further success. Successful alliteration is a piece of cake.

Whatever happened to being allowed to do a good deed ?

Contrary to popular belief , the kind are strong

Many people have talent, but lack opportunity. Unfair.

Karma is a boomerang. What goes around, comes around.

Change is constant...growth is by choice

When you're happy with yourself, other things bother you less

No! I think you are judgmental and I am a hypocrite

What comes second? the chicken or the egg ?

Nursery rhymes!..but with what ?

If wishes were fishes we'd have a grammatical error

Freedom is a state of mind.

These are my thoughts. This is my drama

The end of the beginning

I have observed through my recent actions and state of mind

that I the silly little, optimistic, happy boy held unto a precious blanket

the kind with the pretty colors. I've been fighting with the mad gale rushing toward me trying to take away the blanket. I wanted to sleep under it. Be warm because of it. Feel peace with it.

The gale's just too powerful. What is this gale? where is it coming from?

Why is it headed constantly in my direction?

No answers. Just facts.

I can't seem to live under the blanket anymore.

Nothing of what was seems to want to be anymore.

Nothing. I could head for cover, but I have no shelter

Anger is flooding inside me, rage building

Then I scream.

Then I scream alone in a house that appears to be happy.

Then I fall on purpose, kicking and screaming. No I'm not ready to let it all just go.

But I suppose it isn't up to me.

None of it ever was.

I lie in the mess I've made.

I stare into the night, the breeze hits my face gently this time.

The rage has subsided for now.

I am silent . The echo of my own screams throbbing in my head.

I am unhappy, I realize..but even in my unhappiness I chose to be calm.

I am always calm.

Thats who I am.

Calm. Just calm.

And now the beginning has ended

I will smile..in pretense

I will smile. Because I am calm.

It's who I am.

My rage hums inside of me and the beginning has ended

My rage is a vibration now.

I remember once again.

It all comes around like a boomerang .

Fuck this.

.................................................................but the beginning has ended...........

and I lay wasted in my calmness .

Word

Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous. -Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City

Partners in Crime

So every time I have a bad idea... I have this voice in my head that's egging me on.

Nay it isn't John (Reference to previous schizo post in Warped World)

Its someone who's playful and a complete devil.

Go for it he says.

Every time I have an incredibly stupid idea..I feel him doing a little dance in my head.

He might as well be doing the limbo and doing tequila shots off a Las Vegas hooker draped by one of those purple frilly thingy's

The cautious side of me is clearly his nemesis.

The practical side of me his enemy.

'Think with your heart man.

Monkey around, go for it...Jump

What's the worst that could happen?

Jump and you may land badly ... and you might have a sore bum.

What's a little bruise between friends?'

He's convinced me to jump so many times...

I've been up to mischief more times than I could care to count

I've had more bad ideas than good...

I've made a mess of things and not known how to undo the damage after..

But I think I've thoroughly enjoyed all my mistakes...

I've had so much more perspective because of it.

My accomplice he never fails me...

If there's a chance that things can go wrong...he'll help me make sure that they do..

But I usually learn from all of them...

Indeedy I do :)

When it rains ... it pours

One day ...it'll make sense and some day it'll be worth it...

For now ...it's something to live through and endure and then remind yourself that it's for the best and that you will be stronger , wiser and happier for it someday.

Until then walk in the storm... and enjoy it even and know that someday even the storm will have it's purpose and it would have served you well.

Everyday is a test.

Fort Knox

You don't have the keys to my mind.
It's lost within me... seek it out if you care...
You'll leave disappointed..

I'm trapped inside
Its better that way.

I'm alone at last. My thoughts and I.
I wonder which will die first.

I'm alone today, as I will ever be.
I've run a fool's errand..

I crave comfort.
But I only get it from the man in the mirror.
My only friend.
My real friend.

My door's locked.
I'm in for the long haul.

I'm fort knox.
I'm built to hold, to keep.
To safeguard.
That's where it will be. Within me.

I'm Fort Knox.
No one gets in.

Communicating in greek is difficult

Gibberish would be merciful. For the recipients of my banter

I rarely come across people who listen to what I have to say, the rest they just nod or grunt after 'hearing' my words. Pretenders- the rubbish lot.

I've come across a draught
There are no listeners, only speakers.
Every one wants a word in.
Sentences repetitive and mundane.
The same boring conversation.
Nothing interesting . Nothing to offer.
Then I decide to talk and they look at me as though I were mad or alien or as though they lack comprehension.

Must I always speak a language they can't understand?
Should I always be unheard because I speak as though I were of a different land?
Should I give them words that they will understand?
Or do I continue a rant that is unfathomable .
Am I limiting myself by talking like them...
Or are they limiting themselves by not listening....
Such is the nature of my conversation and dilemma..

Call me crazy...
But you don't interest me..
Call me eccentric and I will forgive your idiocy
Call me looney and I will compliment your tenacity for lack of perspective...

Isn't there anyone who can understand my language..?


I can tell you a lot of things...
But none of them you will understand....

So I might just say..Up yours...
And while I say it with a smile..
you will buy my words as a compliment
such is your plight.

Touche'

I'm not special....but I can express in more ways than you could comprehend.
You are not special either....so go on scratch your head..try and get it..
go on
try.

If you took this rant literally you are a fool....
If you understood it..really understood it..then you're still not cool...
My language is no secret...
It's just different.

*Written out of frustration due to a severe lack of stimulating conversation'

If you don't understand it..all of this...
Ask me about it..
I'll tell you...

and then if you still don't get it..............................................


May be I'll just listen to you... and let you entertain me.