Trivial conversation pieces for the young at heart. Utopia or Oasis for tired CONFUSED CRANIUMS!
Sunday, March 24, 2013
times
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Love
It was a long time since,
His ego let the slightest insecurity in,
It was a (how can I say),
A moment when the world seemed to,
Take his breath away,
Nostalgia a feeling he understood,
Past memories,
Some bad,
Mostly good,
And when he let his heart's guard down,
Wow! Feeling like bozo the clown,
But only for a moment,
See at this point of his devious life,
Its not about what it looks like,
More about how he perceives the reality,
Love, a measure a of s man's will to
Take it to the limit,
To ensure the happiness of his world,
And everything in it,
Sometimes I've found in the last couple years,
I shouldn't worry bout what others think,
Or what others see me shed tears,
Over,
Its the simple things like hugs and kisses,
Good nights and butterfly kisses,
Its the warm feelings that we all want to feel,
Yet we worry bout what some may think or is it maybe how we feel,
All in all its where I am today,
No more fronting just telling my loved ones,
How much they mean to me everyday.
Friday, March 15, 2013
1.) Make peace with your past, so your past won't spoil your future. 2.) What others think of you is NONE of your business. 3.) Time heals almost everything, give time some more time. 4.) No one is the reason for your happiness except YOU, yourself. 5.) Don't compare your life to others, you have no idea what their journey is about. 6.) Stop thinking too much; its alright not to know all the answers. 7.) Smile, you don't own all the problems of the world.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
its all a catch 22,
do i even want to be here,
as my world buckles,
having felt the real side of love,
and now the cold reality is setting in,
or is it,
do i stay or do i go,
I know tho,
i have one more rally,
in me,
to make another call to love,
decisions made are decisions,
i must live with,
but the outcome is all mine,
to dance with..
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Prophecy
i see leaving in her eyes,
that thing that dont include me,
was it in the half-cracked smile
or the moment I noticed her eyes,
go from gleaming,
to emotionless and crude with a smile,
my past haunts me and hangs over my head,
as I seemingly know Ive learned from my mistakes
so i can move on further
but the cold heart that was warming inside my chest
flowing free like a wild river Ive never seen
has and is cooling, transforming to what was not good
unable to change the worst about me
which is the calm emotionless creature
that I was sure had been found dead
cyclicar un-bridled raw but sweet
innocent inside my twisted maybe even bi polar head,
its the choices that spin out inside me
that make me understand
that at this rate
assumingly,
will fill the prophecy of what my father said,
"Boy, you will end up by yourself
boots still on,
in your lonely bed,
having to put the anxiety
on the poor soul who finds
you dead."