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A random thought22:49 Jan 31 2008
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My mind seems to ramble as I sit here and look out upon these small city streets. The hustle and bustle of the people seem almost to run as to escape the pending rain drops that hit like small bombs upon these concrete sidewalks. Thoughts of a dear friend far away seem to allure me to the thoughts which clog my mind with words that seem yet to make sense. So I sit on this gloomy day trying to put the words upon this page of white. Yet, do I go forward even if the words seem to mesh and not make sense to now one except me.
I daze off to the days of yester year, and the times when everything seemed simple to even the grown kid in me. Things seemed simple enough work for half the day and party until the clock in my mind shuts down and I fall into the deep sleep of thought. My dreams seem as they evade the essence of what I know or did know. For money or material things had no meaning per say, yet I looked and searched for the true meaning of what we call love. I have loved a lot in my life and the fields I did sow seemed not to matter for the thing I searched for was a dream I could not find. For in my thoughts I asked is it a myth or a tale told by others that seemed, yes seemed to found it.
A bad boy that broke the chains of life, left what we call home at a early age and made the life I call mine. Yes mine, or is it mine or the others they surround me and intertwine with me, am I just the pawn that helps in the rotating hands of the clock of my life. Yet In my mind I do control what others could not and that is me. Rambling thoughts of life and love have pushed me to find to search what I may never know. Body art clutters my body with bits and pieces of my life and the hurt I have seen. I have never intended to hurt others and have hardly done this for I search for other things instead for my piece of mind and body. Lines fill my arms. Legs privates and chest of a story I wrote when no paper was available, yet I look now and wish some of the ink would fade, or the breath I take would do the same.
I do not fear death for long ago I accepted it and know that when my life ends, it is only the beginning. The end of pain that all seems to go to, people have become selfish and think only of themselves and not the people or family around them. I bow my head and a tears falls from my cheek. The good ole days I use to admire seem to vanish and my mind seems to come back to another day at work and the hurry up path I have been facing for so long. My heart aches and my mind closes to keep me on track of the work and the job that needs to be done.
An Act of Kindness18:16 Jan 30 2008
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A thought of kindness just came to me from some dear friends in the coven. Yet, I am humbled by this and shocked that there is kindness still among these mortals of mother earth and here. A long time before I closed the doors of my mind and my heart and soul to seal the hate of the imperfect world: yet I am confused for these friends have gone to this act of kindness for a stranger that they know little of. My thoughts seem to swell and are trying to break free. The key I hold yet my thoughts push at the seems to once again write of feelings and of love because of this act.
For My life as many have seen in the writing of the words that fill my pages, are that of hurt and deceit from others. Yet I know a lot have had rough times in the lives they call their own. Yet I have always help soothe the pain of my friends and others that seek it for no gratification for myself. I have been their fro all I call friends and give advice for them to search their own souls to find the meaning of their own lives and destiny. My mind and body are content in the life I have for my past is trapped in the concaves of my mind, never to see the light which my eyes know so well. The hurt of a childhood I could not endure once again. I stopped writing awhile ago for these pains did haunt me so. I have always been a strong person growing up and do not seek or ask for help in this life. For the lifer I have, I made it my own what ever shall come or soon to pass.
But this act of kindness has me bewildered to say the least. I am confused yet a warm sensation fills my head of thoughts I should say but hold back on what I hold close and sane. For if I break do I fold and become a mouse in this concrete maze of society, or do I improve my life by enduring the feelings I have and become better. Thanks to those who gave this act of kindness for these simple words could not tell how much it is to me.
A may the joys of this imperfect world become flowers in the fields of life for you to enjoy to its fullest. For an act of kindness may come back three folds over to you and your houses.
22:07 Jan 29 2008
Times Read: 666
Humans seem to over analyze everything that they do in today’s society. Instead of breaking their bonds and doing what makes them feel good or what they fantasies in their minds. For if a poet and a writer sit and ponder what they are told to right even if they nothing of the subject, they themselves are dumb founded about the material and will eventually not want to write. So many dwell within their own souls and write what they feel or might have encountered in their lives to make them all specialists in their own field.
01:23 Jan 22 2008
Times Read: 675
To ponder the thoughts of words apon pages for the show the feelings and hidden desires all shall seek. For my dear friend here has shown me the passion of ones written is the tool of the heart and the soul. To this I am truly humbled by the words that flow here. For all though I see trouble on the outsides of the people, yet their written intrigues me, for they have the passion of the world and their soul. god I do love the writing that they put apon their pages of this sight. keep up and my thoughts shall be one more intuned, for I have been inspired once again to take time and write apon these blank pages of life.
Thoughts of this world18:03 Jan 15 2008
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We should all be proud of the accomplishments that we have achieved in our lives. Try to make the next new day different than the one we just had; for if we do this, then the world will be controlled by us; not this big world controlling us. Take a stand for what you believe to be right and be yourselves, not what this world dictates or what it wants you to be. For if we learn the concepts of life they still will be a mystery, yet stay back and smell the flowers once in a great while. You might realize that this world is what you want it to be.
FRIEND OR FOE?17:19 Jan 06 2008
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Be very cautious of people who you may met, or potential friends. Not to be rude in any aspect of life, but we must protect ourselves from our own downfall. For if they become our friends they will, very much like our spouses will grow with us and experience our good times and our turmoil’s. Close friends are a necessity to us in our existence of today. For they give us someone to go out and enjoy what we usually may not do in everyday life. Friends that have come into my life these last few years I hold very dear to my heart and soul. For they have taught me new ways to this hard world.. For when I grew up friends were the last thing in my mind to have; for the few friends that I had were in fact the vampires that I dreaded the most. These friends have given us our niche in society. For we are truly rich if we have the love of friends and families in or meaningless lives.
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COMMENTS
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ladygoddessaries
00:16 Feb 01 2008
Well done my dear..
pandorabox
23:04 Feb 08 2008
i love the way you write maybe you should write some book for i woould buy them
pandorabox
17:50 Feb 26 2008
i know how that feel and we all go that way