Equality is a Myth, Sense has Died

      Is it any wonder people are more miserable and unhappy in modern America? The truth has died a cruel death under the guise of political correctness and a sense of shame for things we had nothing to do with. It's a damn shame when "equality" removes the first amendment right and common decency. From a word an entire race has held hostage, to a group of people who demand special treatment and won't allow the basis of "he" and "she" to become perverse and (somehow) illegal, to the latest charge of people who override the decisions of God and comfort of man to tear at the very fabric of our society. America is dying. Truth is more non existent than ever. Nietzsche proclaimed God was dead decades ago; I can't imagine the horror of thoughts he would have held for the mayhem the world offers us today.

Smiles are Love's Currency

     When we are disagreeing, I am not obsessed with (or even arguing for) being right. I am fighting to be understood - what i say makes you feel my discomfort. I am "right" inasmuch as I am speaking to you from my perspective of the occurence. I only want you to hear that I am uncomfortable with our emotional void, and I want to get back to "happily ever after" as soon as possible.

When You Say it Like That....

     Sometimes, the answer is simply, "because I'm an asshole". Is there any reason to believe such honesty would finish the conversation? These are moments when all that has been said is all that was needed. I can't fully explain my actions many times, I am only exlplain the root cause that has set them to ensnare. I don't want to reason or fight, I just want to drop this and get back to loving you and sharing this moment with you.

Memory

What I see is my goal

Is to always be somewhere

In the background

Of your memorable events.

Not always at the forefront -

But two seats down from you

At your birthday dinner;

Standing to the back left of you

At the concert -

Always there - reliable.

Every event with me

Does not have to be memorable;

But at every memorable event

I hope to be near your side.

Echoes of Avarice

      Some victories- some avarice only satisfies in the moment, but the amusement only lasts until it's over, forcing us to go and seek another hollow ascendence. Whether it's drugs or sex or being a workaholic or money hungry or  any number of hidden/ selfish desires, they always seem to escalate. For me, I will never look at my Snickers and have a "What am I DOING to myself??" Moment. It's a cycle of comfort, much as the drugs for a stoner and the sex for any number of people- the warmth in the moment of peace and belonging. There is no need to remind us the actions are harmful, deep down we already know. The balance due seems worth the reward in the moment.

      You don't need to be bipolar to identify with that.

      I feel like the identification of a behavior is enough reason to change it. Acknowledging the consequences show that it has been given thought, and the risk is worthwhile to the individual. The freedom of choice allows us to make the decision, even to the perceived detriment of everyone. When it gets to the point that the individual wishes to change, they will. Every drunk must have their drink,  and if you rip it out of their hands, it becomes a power struggle.

Two Moods, One Mind

Do not resist

The voices of dissent will wash over you.

Do not fixate

The options are limitless,

And a clenched fist

Gathers nothing.

Do not panic

The thoughts that fly past you

Electric and elusive

Will come into focus in you calm.

Do not give in

To the despair that clouds your mind.

It is fog on a California morning,

Obscuring your sight from the beauty

That you inhabit.

Do not settle

You deserve to be with someone

Who finds happiness in your joy,

And peace with your pain.

Do not remain stagnant

There is much for you to experience

You are capable of great moments

Where those who stay still

Are not.

Do not compare

For you are even more unique than many

With an ability to see and share the world

In a way that only very few are able.

Do not forget

That which makes you flawed

Also makes you extraordinary.

Self is Sacrificing

I'm losing my hair in the sink;

I have lost my friends to honesty;

I have lost my will to carry on

A time or two in this epic,

But somehow, no matter the loss

I have always been able to

Find myself beneath the rubble.

I have taken things for granted;

I have realized others good deeds

In a future moment of reflection;

I have been caught looking

Behind when fortune lie in my future,

Yet I have never lost the feeling

Of absolute blessing and euphoria

That came with your unveiling.

I've yearned a million beginnings;

I've recycled a plethora of deaths;

I have listed beyond compare,

And still, I could never want

Anything with you here to provide.

Your gifts exceed my scope of sense

And satiate my soulful sanctity of solace.

I move slowly in comparison to memory;

I hurt more then my body once allowed;

I have left my innocence in my wake,

However, I now glow with the 

Wisdom that comes in time

And smile with the warmth

That comes from truly being loved.