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i wrote for the first time in a long time yesterday. you guys seemed to like it. i haven’t liked much of anything including myself in a long time. i have inspirational notes on my wall in my room, i have positive reinforcement notes on my computer, i talk to people who are wonderful and helpful in my life, but i still forget to like myself. i forget my hopes and dreams. i forget all the things i want out of life. i forget that i am good at stuff. i forget to like myself.

i is time to change that

so now i am dedicating myself to myself, doubling if not tripling the work i put into myself.

home situation sucks=move out

want to be financially staple = all money is legal. let your pride suffer a little as long as you collect that check

what to do better for people around you = do better for yourself and you can be better for them

my first step has been exercise so far 3 out of  days = i can do better

second step is to get back to writing.   i am going to write everyday here on my facebook notes on my instagram poems in my twitter get back to writing my comic reviews but i am going to write

wish me luck and stay tuned!

 

thoughts while smoking a cigar 12/6/13

i am a walking contradiction/the walking dead/drowning  in air while im fishing

the son is bright but wont shine on this black skin

i gotta take a 1800 shot in the morning to stop me from mouring or u might take one shot to the dome just to stop the pain of thinking about you

before i got sick i used to love the cold now/now i cant stand outside in 20 degrees below/ is this gods way of telling me to come out of the dark/ but what other place is there when facing another broken heart

i wish i was as talented as childish gambino/and if i am who will ever get to see it though

i dont think i would have a problem selling my soul i havent had a use for it since i was twelve years old

cancer will be the last illness i get and i know i wont fight it

typing will warm these cold fingers but can it heal a fractured mind a broken heart and a weary soul

when i walk in the house i wish it was my house with my wife and my kids and that those things never belonged to someone else before me

i know i can do more but what more am i doing it for

mandela died at 90 something how man mandela’s at died at 20 something

 

i wish i had a crew like frank sinatra where i can just call them up get creative and get it poppin

its cold

 

 

Find something better for your hands

STOP

think about it for a minute

is it worth all the tension

the punishment inflicted

self indulgence

temporary happiness

short term problem solving

i know its throbbing

cold shower

she has all the power

you just holding it in your hand

time to take a stand

keep it in your pants

yes its lust combined with love

but you cant touch her

put it away

no touch will ever be her

right hand growing the strongest

but the res of you is growing numb

no need for extra stimulus

plus that is getting boring

no adult performer

can compare to the childlike joy from her

kiss

misogyny while you massaging me

tingling when i touch you

but you’re so far away from me ‘what are my hands to do

Climate Change

 

He made it up the mountain they way they told him to. It was not as difficult as they had said. He arrived at the mouth of the cave it looked just like they said it would. The woman was standing there just like they said she would. They were right about everything, he was afraid. The woman accepted his gift and asked him why he came. He began, I am sick. Every year after the snows melt and the days grow longer I become sick. I sweat and am overcome with fever my temper is uncontrollable and my demeanor is coarse.  I beg of you to help me. The woman just looked at him. Climate change she said. The man did not understand. She continued, I can see it as clear as day you need to move. Your blood is boiling, your memory is moving and your mind cannot slow itself down. You fell abused, wasted your mind cannot forget the punishments your decisions have brought upon you. You cannot forgive the people who have disappointed you and the faces that have spurned you. It fuels your soul the anger inside of you. It is time for a climate change. Join the snows to cool your blood and come to the forest to let your mind remember the old ways to work and feel. Return to peace of the wind, the steps of the dear and the power of the place you have left behind. Once you find it without place it within and the power of you shall begin again.

…..that thing

 

if they knew anything it’s that i know everything and anything in between that means nothing so if something should appear that shows things aren’t as clear then that thing must be nothing at all i suppose that’s they thing when the sane thing is not the same thing as what was really the thing that started it all but the whole thing could be change if some thing could be arranged and the wrong thing was right all along yet the strange thing that i know is that when things come and go we hold on to that thing that meant it all plus if you add to the fact that some things never truly matched you may find that thing that alludes us all…..

 

original post Nov, 20 2012 on my Facebook page