"How is it that some people have a greedy ass appetite for being full of themselves when they've never digested one dish of substance, just a plate with a whole lot of junk?"
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
....It's about how bright the memory is when the Color starts to fade. How funny the laugh is when the comedy isn't so belly-achingly humorous anymore. It's about how deep of an impression was left-imprinted on the fibers of emotional feelings, so that when the next key holder to the Heart's fortune is chosen, they aren't held responsible for what it is that the careless predecessor failed to execute. The rain may not always smell as fresh as it did at first drop, but it will always cleanse what needs to be cleansed when the face of trust is all dirtied with distrust. God's child; faith will wet its thumbs and cleanse the soul, like hygiene obsessive Mommies lathering the cheeks of anti-tidy babies.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
What is Love? It is one of the most valuable words in the world. As I sit here really trying to think of what it is, but I can't because its really that unexplainable. Love can be the most precious gift or the most toxic drug. Love can change you as a person for better, or for worse than better, but I still don't know If I can really sit here and tell you what it is. Love is one of those things that can be determined by an individual and an individual only. I have a Love hate relationship with the drug "Love". Stuck on it, it can heal you and make you feel so high, but it also can slowly destroy you. At times I felt like I knew exactly what Love was or what I wanted out of it, then the thought would quickly switch on me as if it never existed. I now feel the most important thing is to appreciate, accept and be happy with just being me; Loving myself fully before committing to Loving anything outwardly.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
It's funny how men never exhaust the bravado that paints the armor of their male ego thick, like primer paint on the chassis of badly repaired cars, over the course of their naturally lived lives. Leaving Subway with a veggie patty on omega nine, toasted and dry, in hand, I held the door open for an elderly Woman and Her elderly husband. And with one hand on His walker and the other held high to signal me, in a soft but aggressive voice, the elderly man politely, but firmly informed me, "I got it." The wife in elderly motion (which is a speed slower than slow motion) turned Her head and with a wrinkled smile blushed as if it were 1950 something all over again and they were a newly courting couple, after he had just earned the right of going steady with Her by out manning me. It was cute and sweet. No matter how old men get the Silver Back in us will always pound its chest.