Contemplations And Revelations
When I was a kid and was asked, "what do you see the world being in the year 2000?" I saw images of high-rise buildings bi lingual population and aliens not unlike Gordon shumway (Aka A.L.F). I was sure of all things that I would not inhabit that world, that was the late 80's, I was maybe 10 years old at most. I had this mind set that I would have ended my life by my twentieth year. I was wrong, a feeling I wasn't uncommon to, I guess I should have known better from past experiences.
As time goes on a person experiences many a thing from puberty to getting furniture thrown at him by a psychotic boy. Life, its full of estimations and proclamations. Here I am sitting here using words that back 10 years past I didn't know of or comprehend, the only things that changed now is that I still don't fully understand them, the joy of trying to look smarter.
In teen years, to say I was clueless would be an understatement. Unaware confused and generally daydreaming the hours away. Trying to push the day aside with constant thoughts of miscellaneous mental rantings. Occasionally letting my eyes wonder and around the room, avoiding eye contact like an infectious disease. I sit now and get distracted by a chauvinistic comedian, it's sad to say it's making me smile. Waiting for South Park, yeah I know the pinnacle of immaturity.
Maybe that's a word I have clung to for years now not been able to or reluctant to relinquish. I am a male after all. Is that still a valid excuse? I look around my room; my sanctum and all the decorative plasterings of an apparent youth still lived, from the large speakers or the 4 gaming consoles. The computer in front of my eyes and the amount I am depended on it.
Random thought, wouldn't you think it would be a good idea to bring back the Muppet show? Dust the cobwebs of Kermit, miss piggy gonzo and the rest of the gang. Find adequate voice actors and fresh hands to stick up their butts. As I said, random thought. I remember the days where I wondered what love was like, to be in or even around it. Listing to melodies and tracks that blurted its greatness, high points and low points.
Crying in my sleep convinced that it would never be me. Drowning my head with a serenade of a man singing about how he would do anything for love, but he wouldn't do that. "that" was something I had many assumptions on and even to this day cant really be sure of what "that" was, maybe it was nothing who knows only he does.
Loves a finicky thing when you can know you're in it, but still not fully understand it although assume it. Can feel its presence even when you cannot see or feel the person in question. The concept knows no boundaries and can travel any distance, its what you make of it. When you're so close to someone you can predict how they feel and what they are thinking. Their ill thoughts and silence infects your own mind with ponderings of solution to amend their wonderings. To be there for the ones you love but also giving them the time they need to be with themselves.
It's usually difficult to know when to stay and when to go, to fight for something you do not wish to fall at an end. Lose of a love is intricate to get over, so we try and prevent it. Love doesn't conquer all, intelligence and reasoning does, with a hefty dose of truth baked together with a few layers of faith. all apologies if I'm talking bollocks, its just my mind and how it works. In other words in all simplicity if there's something I don't wish to lose from my life, I'll fight for it with every last breath. With every half understood multi syllable word I have at my disposal.
Maybe I try to hard, try to solve a situation with a grand speech when a simple hug will do. Could I be unintentionally flauting something that I never thought I possessed? Eh there I go again asking stupid rhetorical questions mainly to myself, hoping I have the answers. I look in the mirror and know I'm hardly a grand looking individual, and wonder if that really matters. Do looks matter these days, maybe I'll be daring one day and post a recent picture, but then again maybe not. God contemplation drives me crazy, keeps me up all night. I swear it takes me countless hours to fall asleep.
Gone are the programming of the misogynistic comedian, now is a documentary of modern day vampirism. Goth clubs, lifestyles stereotypes fashion etc etc. and a clip of those vampire killings back in 96 by that psycho and his g'f . Hmm it just proves that the mind works and operates differently for each person, but sanity is overrated. We'll I think bed awaits and sleep will hopefully grace me with its presence, just one final look at Jady's present. I think she'll like it, has a lot of "awww" factor.
Night folks
DC
As time goes on a person experiences many a thing from puberty to getting furniture thrown at him by a psychotic boy. Life, its full of estimations and proclamations. Here I am sitting here using words that back 10 years past I didn't know of or comprehend, the only things that changed now is that I still don't fully understand them, the joy of trying to look smarter.
In teen years, to say I was clueless would be an understatement. Unaware confused and generally daydreaming the hours away. Trying to push the day aside with constant thoughts of miscellaneous mental rantings. Occasionally letting my eyes wonder and around the room, avoiding eye contact like an infectious disease. I sit now and get distracted by a chauvinistic comedian, it's sad to say it's making me smile. Waiting for South Park, yeah I know the pinnacle of immaturity.
Maybe that's a word I have clung to for years now not been able to or reluctant to relinquish. I am a male after all. Is that still a valid excuse? I look around my room; my sanctum and all the decorative plasterings of an apparent youth still lived, from the large speakers or the 4 gaming consoles. The computer in front of my eyes and the amount I am depended on it.
Random thought, wouldn't you think it would be a good idea to bring back the Muppet show? Dust the cobwebs of Kermit, miss piggy gonzo and the rest of the gang. Find adequate voice actors and fresh hands to stick up their butts. As I said, random thought. I remember the days where I wondered what love was like, to be in or even around it. Listing to melodies and tracks that blurted its greatness, high points and low points.
Crying in my sleep convinced that it would never be me. Drowning my head with a serenade of a man singing about how he would do anything for love, but he wouldn't do that. "that" was something I had many assumptions on and even to this day cant really be sure of what "that" was, maybe it was nothing who knows only he does.
Loves a finicky thing when you can know you're in it, but still not fully understand it although assume it. Can feel its presence even when you cannot see or feel the person in question. The concept knows no boundaries and can travel any distance, its what you make of it. When you're so close to someone you can predict how they feel and what they are thinking. Their ill thoughts and silence infects your own mind with ponderings of solution to amend their wonderings. To be there for the ones you love but also giving them the time they need to be with themselves.
It's usually difficult to know when to stay and when to go, to fight for something you do not wish to fall at an end. Lose of a love is intricate to get over, so we try and prevent it. Love doesn't conquer all, intelligence and reasoning does, with a hefty dose of truth baked together with a few layers of faith. all apologies if I'm talking bollocks, its just my mind and how it works. In other words in all simplicity if there's something I don't wish to lose from my life, I'll fight for it with every last breath. With every half understood multi syllable word I have at my disposal.
Maybe I try to hard, try to solve a situation with a grand speech when a simple hug will do. Could I be unintentionally flauting something that I never thought I possessed? Eh there I go again asking stupid rhetorical questions mainly to myself, hoping I have the answers. I look in the mirror and know I'm hardly a grand looking individual, and wonder if that really matters. Do looks matter these days, maybe I'll be daring one day and post a recent picture, but then again maybe not. God contemplation drives me crazy, keeps me up all night. I swear it takes me countless hours to fall asleep.
Gone are the programming of the misogynistic comedian, now is a documentary of modern day vampirism. Goth clubs, lifestyles stereotypes fashion etc etc. and a clip of those vampire killings back in 96 by that psycho and his g'f . Hmm it just proves that the mind works and operates differently for each person, but sanity is overrated. We'll I think bed awaits and sleep will hopefully grace me with its presence, just one final look at Jady's present. I think she'll like it, has a lot of "awww" factor.
Night folks
DC