Knowing that without clarification and
Flying fists don't resolve anything but
Things get coiled even stricter
I let loose of my fury's boa constrictor.
It used to be that, a fist full of gist of my anger would suffice.
With age, I know that it doesn't make me fly, but another chain restricted.
My biggest fear is that, I cannot give back what I have secretly promised.
Promise without recognition, you suppose, exists no fear.
But more than keeping them, I have failed these promises.
I promised to be good to those who were good to me...
But have I been good?
I saw a film recently, of a man desperately with fury calling out to God for the last resort.
Unresolved ending with viewer's discretion as how it ends,
My biggest fear is that God does not hear me. Preceding fear overruled.
Yeah. That is my biggest fear.
People tell me that I'm an idealist who refuses to face the reality.
My priority was based on somewhere in the vagueness beyong this world's reality.
And everytime they said so, it infuriated me.
But the truth is that, with abhorrence to admission, it extinguishes more flame then I can feed.
Funny, how the word, "Fuck!" can have so many different meanings.
Funny, how the word, "Fuck!" can have much more profundity than any other decent words.
Funny, how the word, "Fuck!" suffices me, yet it will never to you.
So I say, "Fuck You"... at least then you will be as much as offended as I am struggled to say such barbaric words, with or without concerning you in the first place.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Reality versus Women versus Men
A poor man can propose to you saying, "I have had nothing in my life, and having you next to me means everything to me. I will do anything for you."
A rich man can propose to you saying, "I have had everything in my life, but nothing can complete me without you. I will give anything for you."
Now, women, think to yourselves and categorize which proposal you want.
When it comes to an end, it will sound like:
a poor man saying, "I know I didn't deserve you. You were a dream that cannot come true to people like me. I hope you find happiness, at least the happiness I couldn't give you and at most the happiness I wanted to give you."
A rich man saying, "I will never have experienced what I've had with you, if you aren't there. I will always remember you with a hole in my heart. Life never complete."
Either way, when you (women) feel the genuineness of a man's heart you'll know what his love was for you.
I'm not a sexist, but men are slaves of reality, either way, just as much as you women are. Now, the smarter (more calculative, and precise species of the two) women, might say I want to meet someone who has climbed himeslf up the ladder to have known penury and the success he has ripped, I will tell you something. If you are someone who was hesitating between the two previous options, you are out of the question to him. If you don't have something more than he has, then also you are out of the question. One thing about men, is that we are species of competitive residue, not by our will but by your (women) and society's will. It's only a matter of sheet of paper to see women as achivement or love.
More and more, we are cornered to do better. But by whose standards are we thriving? Sports cars? Playboy mansion? Fame? What it all comes down to is nothing but a twig into the flame of vanity fair. In the last moments, we are doing what we are doing so that we can realize that it wasn't worth shit. Some kill, some die, some go crazy, some go sad, some go mad, some go back to zero. Pesimissim spitting, no, but there's no hero for residence. Anyone can become a hero for a moment, for whatever reasons. But don't waste your life trying to become a hero for someone else. Become a hero for yourself and just hope that God will find it good in His eyes.
My personal thought, worth less than two pennies to you, is that I hate myself becoming enslaved just like our fathers and you. Call me an idealist, romanticist, or a dumbass, or a spoiled brat who never realized aspect of your life. I'm used to it. Give me that finger. I accept it within my circumference of my understanding, for I know that you who give less than two pennies worth about what I think, is less than that for me.
A rich man can propose to you saying, "I have had everything in my life, but nothing can complete me without you. I will give anything for you."
Now, women, think to yourselves and categorize which proposal you want.
When it comes to an end, it will sound like:
a poor man saying, "I know I didn't deserve you. You were a dream that cannot come true to people like me. I hope you find happiness, at least the happiness I couldn't give you and at most the happiness I wanted to give you."
A rich man saying, "I will never have experienced what I've had with you, if you aren't there. I will always remember you with a hole in my heart. Life never complete."
Either way, when you (women) feel the genuineness of a man's heart you'll know what his love was for you.
I'm not a sexist, but men are slaves of reality, either way, just as much as you women are. Now, the smarter (more calculative, and precise species of the two) women, might say I want to meet someone who has climbed himeslf up the ladder to have known penury and the success he has ripped, I will tell you something. If you are someone who was hesitating between the two previous options, you are out of the question to him. If you don't have something more than he has, then also you are out of the question. One thing about men, is that we are species of competitive residue, not by our will but by your (women) and society's will. It's only a matter of sheet of paper to see women as achivement or love.
More and more, we are cornered to do better. But by whose standards are we thriving? Sports cars? Playboy mansion? Fame? What it all comes down to is nothing but a twig into the flame of vanity fair. In the last moments, we are doing what we are doing so that we can realize that it wasn't worth shit. Some kill, some die, some go crazy, some go sad, some go mad, some go back to zero. Pesimissim spitting, no, but there's no hero for residence. Anyone can become a hero for a moment, for whatever reasons. But don't waste your life trying to become a hero for someone else. Become a hero for yourself and just hope that God will find it good in His eyes.
My personal thought, worth less than two pennies to you, is that I hate myself becoming enslaved just like our fathers and you. Call me an idealist, romanticist, or a dumbass, or a spoiled brat who never realized aspect of your life. I'm used to it. Give me that finger. I accept it within my circumference of my understanding, for I know that you who give less than two pennies worth about what I think, is less than that for me.
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