Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would bring me back to you
That someday it would bring me back to you…
But it doesn't…
So I no longer fill my tank up with hopes of a successful point of arrival
Since no matter how far I travel, the destination seems to always remain the same, a dead end
Therefore, I avoid journeying down the road of our failed romance, because it only leads me along the path of insanity
Damn, I thought I knew you so well…the location of your birthmark, the scent of your cologne, and exactly what to do to make you cum (back for more…)
But not this time, we are definitely at the point of no return…
No returned calls, no returned favors and obviously, no returned emotions
Man, I guess the major problem with relationships is that often times people change and forget to tell each other
Consequently, leading to the ultimate demise of something that once seemed so perfect
I guess sometimes we have to get to know each other really well to realize we basically don’t know each other at all
Sadly, I still have a crammed memory of unanswered questions, but I will not sit here and assume…since assumptions only serve as termites to any relationship.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Mass Public
I am naked, but I am quite comfortable
Comfortable with not having all the additive attachments
Attachments that only lead to back-breaking damages
Damages that will take more than a bottle of Absolute to forget
Forget about my morals and principles, I will not
Not because I am one dimensional, but simply because I have way
too much dimension to fall for the pressure from the mass public.
The mass public are the people and shallow issues that we face each day
Each day we jeopardize ourselves merely for the sake of their acceptance
Their acceptance is what we often crave, since we have doubts about accepting ourselves
Accepting ourselves is really what should be the key topic of discussion
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Instead, we are focused on senseless issues about shit that clearly have no substance
Substance is what we all lack, resulting in the death of our individuality
Individuality is what we should latch on to, yet we neglect it quite often
Often times we are so engulfed with satisfying others that we fail to satisfy ourselves
Ourselves is all we have in the absence of everyone, so why is it that we fall for the pressure from the mass public?
Comfortable with not having all the additive attachments
Attachments that only lead to back-breaking damages
Damages that will take more than a bottle of Absolute to forget
Forget about my morals and principles, I will not
Not because I am one dimensional, but simply because I have way
too much dimension to fall for the pressure from the mass public.
The mass public are the people and shallow issues that we face each day
Each day we jeopardize ourselves merely for the sake of their acceptance
Their acceptance is what we often crave, since we have doubts about accepting ourselves
Accepting ourselves is really what should be the key topic of discussion
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Instead, we are focused on senseless issues about shit that clearly have no substance
Substance is what we all lack, resulting in the death of our individuality
Individuality is what we should latch on to, yet we neglect it quite often
Often times we are so engulfed with satisfying others that we fail to satisfy ourselves
Ourselves is all we have in the absence of everyone, so why is it that we fall for the pressure from the mass public?
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Opened Mind
…He has a dirty mind, but that’s fine with me. Some women despise the concept of a man with a dirty mind... But why is that the case? I don’t mind a dirty mind as long as it is not corrupted! Shit! It’s a pity that they are ignorant of the fact that dirty minds are rarely dusty, which leads to a clean conscience.
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So, what is it that I look for in a companion? … just good intentions. That’s all one can ask. To ask for anything more would be contracting to the ultimate betrayal. Why do people seek permanent commitment in a world that is so temporary? For one to do so would be living under false pretence, which is so often practiced by many, since they can’t sustain from the truth.
Seriously, how creative could one get when there is not enough substance to influence the objective? Often time people are so wrapped up into the thought of a security blanket, consequently, stifling themselves…
Another factor is the ideas of indulging in sexual fulfillment. The tragedy of sexual gratification is that one might potentially sacrifice the perpetual virginity of their soul… or even heartbreak.
But why be afraid? I mean, after the first experience, whatever trails the preliminary gesture will only serve as tokens. If you collect enough, then you will be rich with knowledge… However, others view it on the contrary. They will be broken.
It’s a shame that they don’t know that heartbreaks are like souvenirs; they remind you of where you have been… where you are… and definitely serve as reference if you ever feel like revisiting. So, why distant yourself from something that may possible be another token? Is it out of fear or is it ignorance?… Possibly both… nor neither.
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So, what is it that I look for in a companion? … just good intentions. That’s all one can ask. To ask for anything more would be contracting to the ultimate betrayal. Why do people seek permanent commitment in a world that is so temporary? For one to do so would be living under false pretence, which is so often practiced by many, since they can’t sustain from the truth.
Seriously, how creative could one get when there is not enough substance to influence the objective? Often time people are so wrapped up into the thought of a security blanket, consequently, stifling themselves…
Another factor is the ideas of indulging in sexual fulfillment. The tragedy of sexual gratification is that one might potentially sacrifice the perpetual virginity of their soul… or even heartbreak.
But why be afraid? I mean, after the first experience, whatever trails the preliminary gesture will only serve as tokens. If you collect enough, then you will be rich with knowledge… However, others view it on the contrary. They will be broken.
It’s a shame that they don’t know that heartbreaks are like souvenirs; they remind you of where you have been… where you are… and definitely serve as reference if you ever feel like revisiting. So, why distant yourself from something that may possible be another token? Is it out of fear or is it ignorance?… Possibly both… nor neither.
Ultimate Betrayal
I won't pretend that I intend on living a lie. However, the reality of the matter is so cloudy, that the situation appears clearer each day... I am caught between the decision of neglecting my dream of me being an artist for the sake of my career, Architecture... The dilemma lies at the fact that one can not survive off an artist salary nor will it metaphorically repay the debts to my father; therefore, the dream must die,...or continue to curdle at the gates of internal gratification, since that’s the only place where it will be truly satisfying…
I won’t pretend that I'm good at settling for methods of pacification, nor muzzling my intentions for the sake of financial gain, but I just can’t survive off the truth… Have I adopted gold-digging ideologies on the path of achieving the…goal?
I’ve tried neglecting my career path for the sake of my true love, but the years and experiences have accumulated, which serves as a security mechanism.
Damn, this feeling seems oh so familiar. I have encountered this same fuckery in a past relationship with a man (genetically speaking). Years grew, but the feelings were stunted by pure frustration and agonizing sacrifices. Love was slowly converted into like and 3 years grew into 4, then 5, then 6, then to… nowhere.
I clung to time invested, rather than investing time into something of substance. But, that was the easiest way to avoid the truth. I told myself, never again... But here I am encountering a situation of close resemblance. Sitting here wasting my time on my father’s dream, would be like waiting for the sun to peak above the horizon in a world consisting of only dark nights. Sadly, that’s where I often find myself drifting…in the dark... So I alter my reality with artistic expressions for the sake of blanketing the unsatisfactory variables of my potential career.
The biggest misconception that others often perceive about Architects is that they are bound to be financially accomplished, but like I stated, it’s all a misconception. The financial gain is reasonable, but the sacrifices are far more agonizing. The exchange of my damn mental sanity is far more than I am willing to bargain for. This shit definitely takes a toll on the mind.
Enduring sleepless nights for the sake of a dream is worth pursuing, but when it becomes mental hazing, its now considered a nightmare... Have I latched on so tightly to the principles of materialistic accomplishments that I have sacrificed my holistic values of happiness?
I am aware that life is about persevering through obstacles and maintaining strength through weakening moments…that I do understand. Perseverance and strength are indeed embedded in my Psyche, but often times I wonder, have I become that sheep among the pack of wolves?
I resent the idea of settling and the thought of defeat in none existent, at least not according to my principles. Therefore I must continue to strive for that point in my life where contention is not solely based on financial accomplishments, but rather on the accomplishments of sustaining through the obstacles that one encounters in life.
I won’t pretend that I'm good at settling for methods of pacification, nor muzzling my intentions for the sake of financial gain, but I just can’t survive off the truth… Have I adopted gold-digging ideologies on the path of achieving the…goal?
I’ve tried neglecting my career path for the sake of my true love, but the years and experiences have accumulated, which serves as a security mechanism.
Damn, this feeling seems oh so familiar. I have encountered this same fuckery in a past relationship with a man (genetically speaking). Years grew, but the feelings were stunted by pure frustration and agonizing sacrifices. Love was slowly converted into like and 3 years grew into 4, then 5, then 6, then to… nowhere.
I clung to time invested, rather than investing time into something of substance. But, that was the easiest way to avoid the truth. I told myself, never again... But here I am encountering a situation of close resemblance. Sitting here wasting my time on my father’s dream, would be like waiting for the sun to peak above the horizon in a world consisting of only dark nights. Sadly, that’s where I often find myself drifting…in the dark... So I alter my reality with artistic expressions for the sake of blanketing the unsatisfactory variables of my potential career.
The biggest misconception that others often perceive about Architects is that they are bound to be financially accomplished, but like I stated, it’s all a misconception. The financial gain is reasonable, but the sacrifices are far more agonizing. The exchange of my damn mental sanity is far more than I am willing to bargain for. This shit definitely takes a toll on the mind.
Enduring sleepless nights for the sake of a dream is worth pursuing, but when it becomes mental hazing, its now considered a nightmare... Have I latched on so tightly to the principles of materialistic accomplishments that I have sacrificed my holistic values of happiness?
I am aware that life is about persevering through obstacles and maintaining strength through weakening moments…that I do understand. Perseverance and strength are indeed embedded in my Psyche, but often times I wonder, have I become that sheep among the pack of wolves?
I resent the idea of settling and the thought of defeat in none existent, at least not according to my principles. Therefore I must continue to strive for that point in my life where contention is not solely based on financial accomplishments, but rather on the accomplishments of sustaining through the obstacles that one encounters in life.
Kiress
With each kiss, I seep deeper and deeper into the confusing web of lust… lust which I chose not to control for the sake of curious exploration and instant gratification. As I indulged upon his sweet fountain of amaretto delight, I gracefully kissed away all his sorrows. His warm breath created the connectivity for our lips, while his tender touch created the entrapment for our souls.
As he breathed upon the base of my neck and slowly lured me into a seductive trance, I bowed my head not in disgrace, but in fear of losing control by looking into his eyes. Tangled in this tantalizing rapture, I surrendered, because with him I am content. I then wondered… “Is he feeling each droplet of my pride as it saturates not only my panties, but my…dignity?”
How did we manage to drift so deep? We have violated all the rules and encroached upon all the premises. Now that all the boundaries have been crossed, how do we remain “friends?” Repeating the statement to each other comes easily; however, convincing appears to be more complex. As a matter of fact, it’s quite ridiculous. Who are we lying to, each other or ourselves? What have we done?
Although undefined, the emotions clearly state the intention…fulfillment. Two blistered souls searching for a resting place for their wounded hearts. As we lay our sorrows down, we uplifted each other’s hearts, but we are indeed in fear. Therefore, we have disconnected from the tight grasp of indulgence. At least that’s what we told each other for the sake of closure.
It’s funny that we are giving up not from the death of our feelings, but rather from the fear that we may give life to our countless emotions. Although we did not expound entirely upon the meticulous field of romance, we nevertheless expressed ourselves entirely. I have always thought, “Sometimes it's better to be alone. No one will be hurt that way….but then we would be robbing ourselves of tokens, which later serves as knowledge.
As time passes by with you, I have grown. You have caused me to realize that being a coward only deducts from my character…so I am now brave. However, often times I am afraid to care too much, out of fear that the other person will not care at all. I am aware that there is an attraction, but the feelings continuously resurface, which creates a sore upon my heart. How do I redeem myself from this daunting dilemma? That’s the part that’s bothering me the most.
As he breathed upon the base of my neck and slowly lured me into a seductive trance, I bowed my head not in disgrace, but in fear of losing control by looking into his eyes. Tangled in this tantalizing rapture, I surrendered, because with him I am content. I then wondered… “Is he feeling each droplet of my pride as it saturates not only my panties, but my…dignity?”
How did we manage to drift so deep? We have violated all the rules and encroached upon all the premises. Now that all the boundaries have been crossed, how do we remain “friends?” Repeating the statement to each other comes easily; however, convincing appears to be more complex. As a matter of fact, it’s quite ridiculous. Who are we lying to, each other or ourselves? What have we done?
Although undefined, the emotions clearly state the intention…fulfillment. Two blistered souls searching for a resting place for their wounded hearts. As we lay our sorrows down, we uplifted each other’s hearts, but we are indeed in fear. Therefore, we have disconnected from the tight grasp of indulgence. At least that’s what we told each other for the sake of closure.
It’s funny that we are giving up not from the death of our feelings, but rather from the fear that we may give life to our countless emotions. Although we did not expound entirely upon the meticulous field of romance, we nevertheless expressed ourselves entirely. I have always thought, “Sometimes it's better to be alone. No one will be hurt that way….but then we would be robbing ourselves of tokens, which later serves as knowledge.
As time passes by with you, I have grown. You have caused me to realize that being a coward only deducts from my character…so I am now brave. However, often times I am afraid to care too much, out of fear that the other person will not care at all. I am aware that there is an attraction, but the feelings continuously resurface, which creates a sore upon my heart. How do I redeem myself from this daunting dilemma? That’s the part that’s bothering me the most.