Psst....

Words are often suppressed by everyone. Especially by those who think with their head.
They may have a good heart, but perhaps a smarter mind. Their minds are editors and edit out words that seem unnecessary. A screening process if you will.

Then there are those who speak from their hearts. Without thinking and perhaps less careful. They mean well, Intentions are swell and yet more often than not they are banished to holy hell.

Speaking comes with many prior clauses and conditions. It isn't easy to say what you feel always. Perhaps most relationships would go kaput if you will. One has to choose his or her words wisely. Its the fine balance of your tippy toes that stand at the edge of a creaky wooden plank overlooking a sea of sharks waiting to devour you. We are editors of our potentially shocking conversations and we are liars and we cherish understating and use white lies to maintain our peace. We the speakers of our varied undertones.

We the mute. We the silent
We bravely think, we rarely speak.
We mouth rehearsed lines from a screened pre-approved script
Are we cowards?
Or are we smart?

In my silence I will hold my courage
And upon your silence, I will count on

And in our silences I will assume that life is a cloud bubble
with careful font.

And as we continue to live the way we are expected to, it must be disappointing for our unspoken words
Words that would perhaps change the world. May be not for the better. But different

As i mull over these 'pointless' thoughts
I invite you to mull over yours

One thing's for sure. Ours is a noisy silent world.

Dirty Rap

Smack I whack her head
Hmmmm was all she said
Do it right
And keep outta sight
Don't bob for apples
Later I'll buy you snapples
I've got so much to tell you
My life comes with a terrific view

Everyday I wake up to an uplifting beat
I wear shorts to avoid the heat
My mind is racing
My legs are pacing
A feeling of anticipation
Much like constipation
I see people scampering
Happiness hampering

Fat people blame the food
No  I don't mean to be rude
Shoot a gun in a way it ricochets
Launch your assault with trebuchets
Everyone has their defense
Just an observation, No offence
Its about power
We conspire while we shower
In the end its always about who controls the remote
Don't believe me? lets put it to vote

Spread I say
Open up, make way
Lets lay some brick
Make way for the prick
It'll be over with a scream
No not your life, your silly wet dream
I could grab you
Pull you along the floor
Or if you like I'll pull you up
Bang you against the door

Live a life that would inspire others
This and other good things, we learn from our mothers
Silly magicians pretend to hover
At least until some one blows their cover
Pretenders we all are
Age, sex, race no bar
Our cum soaked hankies reminders of an induced good time
Also can be confused for putrid slime

How do you choose to look at it?
Life is more than  the slow movement of a bouncy tit
My perception creates reality
Fellatio is not an abnormality
Grabbing her hair, I urge her to stop
Her hair reminds me of a filthy little mop
You give decent head
Hmmm... was all she said

She put on her clothes
It was fun she said,
I pretended to listen
Her eyes began to glisten

Come I said, I'll show you to the door
She wasn't in a hurry, I just couldn't stand her any more.

I cut a string

I watched her go

I cut a string

I watched her shine

Far and bright

I watched her smile

Haunting sin

I watched her refection in rivers deep

I dive in

I watched her fade

In the clouds within

I watched her with one recap

I have an inbuilt memory reel

I cut a string

I cut a string

I cut a string

She watched me go

My time, to win

The Beauty of being the Beast

I recon we've spoken. If we haven't, boy do I have something to say

I've come to the conclusion that what's right is what feels right.

As long as it doesn't affect yourself and others too much negatively..its ok to do what you want to do

You know what's right? Scarlett J. She's right. Ryan Reynolds may have a power ring, but he doesn't have her anymore. Poor Bastard. At most he can conjure up a green version of her.

That aside everyone gravitates towards the tried and tested. Everyone wants foolproof. No such thing.

Fools are a dime a dozen. I figure since fool proof isn't actually fool proof , might as well try new things...but in moderation. That's the only way its healthy. Makes for a good bumper sticker don't it? yuh.

I cringe at wanting something too badly. Its an ugly feeling.

Its ok to want things. Normal. But its important to remember there's a whole lotta things

The world doesn't stop.

There are a lotta options out there and plenty of experiences to be had.

So sometimes you have to let yourself go and enjoy it.

Its ok to be happy. Its ok to try new things. Its ok to really live.

It is ok to surprise even yourself. So if you find yourself doing something you thought you would never do.......its ok. Enjoy it. Relish it. Your life. You choose.

I like being happy.

So I've decided its not always about the beauty in things.

Sometimes its about the beast :)

Fight and Flight

Its a different life on a different day

Its the hot sticky month of May

Such a romantic past

A novel, right from the start

Nothing holds me captive

A free bird to all who can see

I can leap and glide

With the evening tide

Such a glorious moon

Shines and marks the coming of June

I forbid the wind to blow me away without my will

I do what I can, I do with skill

Punish the flaws, no dead roots in the way

The night is calm

As is my skin

My cool breath adds to the atmosphere

Helps its form

I am vegetated in awesomeness

I have tasted her

The present. She's glorious. Ever forming

In this formation I live.

Shes like a pregnant woman

I implanted her

Now i take care of her

So I leave a promising future

My will is to fly

I will and you will watch me

My will is to fly, this time without baggage

My will is to fly, this time lighter

My will is to fly, this time to soar

My will is to fly

Who says you need wings.

Previously on smallville........

Ever since I understood the concept of superhero....I have loved the greatest of em all 'SUPERMAN'.

So it was natural that 10 years ago when I was merely 14 and piss in my pants excited about everything ...that I would be excited about a show that was devoted to telling the story of the transition of a farm boy into the worlds greatest fictional superhero. I remember eagerly watching the very first episode and going 'WOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW' in my head. I was thankful for the invention of television. I know I know I sound like one of those 'super' geeks at comic conventions (which reminds me that there are no comic conventions here) god damn it. Any way the point is yes I started watching the show cause it was about SUPERMAN. But you know what the funny thing is. They don't even utter the word superman until the very last episode of the series. The whole time every fan I've known waited for ten seasons to watch clark kent to finally become superman, but along the way you know what we realised ....we realised that the cliche line 'Its the journey and not the destination' makes a lotta sense. I saw clark grow up on tv while I grew up as well. Smallville comforted me in ways inexplicable. Because every one knows Superman always comes thru. Always makes the right choices. Always morally correct. But but but but...we saw in this show ..how he completely fucked up on so many occasions along his journey in becoming the man of steel

He was selfish, arrogant, had his heart broken, he even showed off, was too aggressive sometimes, lost control, got jealous. All human emotions. All the things we've felt. And this made every fan feel closer and gave us the ability to understand that all of us are capable of all the wrongs. But in the end its our choices and our will to grow and to realize the goodness we are capable off is what sets us apart... And of course the actual action of doing good. For ourselves and for others.

Thank You smallville.

nietzsche- 'So who are you, Man or Superman?'

Placid skies and romantic spies

So I told her, I said.. I'm the best out there.

The best you got.

Then someone said...'did u ever consider that may be it isn't the best she wants'

My skin is burnt

I've come back with a body full of lasting memory

A memory which an outsider , if he got a preview would seem like a perfect story.

I wonder, back when I saw it all falling into place if I ever wondered that someday I may cease to want it formed.

I did want it, no doubt. I loved the feeling, theres evidence.

But I wonder , out loud... may be it never formed cause it would be wrong.

It would be wrong that it happen, even if at a point in time...or make that a long period..it seemed perfect.

But like she said man... may be ideal isn't what its cracked up to be.

But I needed this.

It came. To whack me hard.

It came to shake me up.

The skies they conspired with the spies to make a setting perfect for the play

They followed us. They prompted us. They meddled cause may be a dosage of meddling was required.

And today they ask me....

boy , what now?... are you finally through?

Is it over? Is it done?

As I sighed, I said follow me and find out