And so it goes: November 2012

Sunday, November 25, 2012

TotD

Philosophers and theologians have confused the world with their semantics
They speak of concepts like Free Will
But if the Will is truly Free
Then why don’t we get a choice in the most important decisions in our lives?
Because in the end
You don’t get to choose who you fall in love with.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

What are you?

A Cat?

Cool and detached

With grace and style

Wanting only to be touched at your whim

What are you?

A Dog?

A loving companion

A pack animal

Full of warmth with a protective nature

What are you?

A Scholar?

Filled with a lust for knowledge

Driven by ego and merit

Lost to the world

Yet satisfied

What are you?

A Warrior?

Noble in mind and deed

Quest driven

Seeking places others fear and shun

What are you?

A Saint?

Quietly devout

Ascetic in your discipline

Casting your spirit upon the world

What are you?

An Artist?

Poetically aloof

A tormented soul

An outcast of the world

One who seeks revenge in creation

What are you?

A Fool?

You strive to be all yet you are none

Folly is your ally

Destruction is your path

Oblivion is your lover

What are you?

Monday, November 12, 2012

The chasm that is her soul

Laying silently staring at a sleeping face
The absent years have weathered her
But she still looks like the girl I once loved
Old feelings saturate my thoughts
Her eyes slowly open and she gazes at me as if I were a stranger
Struggling in denial, I pretend I don’t see it
She smiles and gives me a kiss
It contains the dry passion of a grandmothers peck
I lay back and the ceiling becomes my canvas
I wonder what happened to her to make her so cold
Was it the loss of her brother?
Was she mistreated by other men in her life?
Was she always this way and I had never bothered to notice?
Scenarios running through my mind like a pack of gazelles fleeing a half-starved cheetah
I pretend nothing is wrong
Perhaps I am misunderstanding the situation
Maybe I am dead and this is purgatory
She keeps her feelings so buried
It is pointless to ask questions
I imagine torturing her - Gitmo style for answers
Would that work?
Would she just tell me - what she thinks I want to hear to make the pain stop?
She is chipping away at me little by little with subtle actions
It is starting to destroy me
Confidence shattered
I struggle to clear my mind of this plague of thoughts
I reflect upon the sex - active yet empty
As sterile as a sober one night stand
I fool myself into believing - in time she will warm to me
That I will see that longing, loving glow in her eyes that made me love her so many years ago
She is a quandary
She has a warm friendly nature and a kind smile
Her conversation is light and easy
But when I reach out to her there is no reciprocation
She is as lifeless to my touch as a tattered sex doll
I go into silly mode to make her laugh and lighten my mood
It works
I engage her in meaningful conversation
She shuts down
No pretty lies nor ugly truths
she just turns off
I am once again lost
This will not end well
I will never see her again after that morning
Nor will I ever know what poisoned her well
I will just be left with a hollow feeling where a warm memory used to live

Friday, November 9, 2012

The principles of Newspeak is to limit thought - G Orwell
Critics have argued that the term "hate speech" is a modern example of Newspeak, used to silence critics of social policies

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

TotD

Now that I think about it - something is wrong with this election.
Not much was accomplished during the past 4 years. Mainly due to infighting and partisan politics.
So if Obama was to blame for the gridlock, Romrney should have been elected.
But that didn’t happen.
So logically if Obama wasn’t to blame - it was the fault of the Congress.
So the voters should have cleaned house (pun intended)
But that didn’t happen.
In fact, with the exception of a few seats, nothing changed at all.
So if nothing changed? Can we expect any progress?
WTF America - I don’t get it.