Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Taste of poison...
We all want to change and alter a part of our past so bad that it will forever dictate our future. We daydream constantly of endless evils we will conquer if only we had our present knowledge in the past. Why do we demolish the opportunity of a second chance if that's what we been searching for all along? Do we have a addiction to the conflicts we encounter while searching for the opportunity to make wrong right? And when that magical second chance actually presents it self to the undeserving soul we squeeze it so tight that it crumbles in our seasoned and unnurturing hands until all we are left with is a hollow shell filled with self pity. We watch the gift we been yearning for slip Thur our finger like sand. The tighter the grip the faster it runs away. We must have this primal attraction as adults to conflict and failure. We grow into our self manufactured pain. We per fer the bitter taste of wine over the sweet taste of desert. I myself is yearning for someone to give it all up for.I have severed the lifeline to my happiness for even the most undeserving individuals. Is it the sacrifice I am attached to or the pain that is sure to follow? I wanna hurt for someone's pleasure...
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Knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom. Mastering others is strength; mastering yourself is true power.
ReplyDeleteLao Tzu
You cannot believe in God until you believe in yourself.
Swami Vivekananda
Doubt yourself and you doubt everything you see. Judge yourself and you see judges everywhere. But if you listen to the sound of your own voice, you can rise above doubt and judgment. And you can see forever.
Nancy Lopez
Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.
Buddha
Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
George Bernard Shaw
The only real failure in life is not to be true to the best one knows.
Buddha
Desperate and longing for that which I despise. Needing it and wanting, what blinds me in both eyes.
ReplyDeleteFirst when it was given, grand it was indeed.
Abandonments contagious when leaving one's own seed.
Morals never spoke of, lessons never learned. I was given nothing, left broken down and burned.
Stuffed away in boxes, sealed and wrapped complete. Tucked away in attics, praying they won't leak.
Now time for the concealer, with sight, not seen, not there. Pretending to be perfect, pretending not to care.
Countless times there after, too many to keep score. Daddy's little princess, Daddy's little whore.
They say that time heals everything, even broken hearts. Not even Father time would heal
if he were missing parts.
But now the constant struggle, of trusting yet again. He wants to be your lover, your confidant, your friend.
You crave what seems impossible, receiving his true love. Which feels it will take forces, from below, beyond, and above.
So bring on all the amo. The tanks the bombs, yes all. I'm willing to use anything to break this fucking wall.