Women are Resilient

Fellas I only say this because I am a living testimony. I am married and I have to say Kudos! Big Kudos to my wife. She puts up with a lot of things going her way coming from me. Let me ellaborate.

1. Patience. A virtue that I have been working on. She has put up with my impatience since time as we know it. I am so impatient that I flush the toilet while I am still peeing but she says I am making progress. I raise my glass.

2. Farts. I fart a lot. Awake or asleep. When reading or watching TV. In the heat or in a cold room. I can count no longer as to how many times we have almost fought about my farting. Yet my wife sleeps with me, reads with me, watches TV with me.

3. Clumsy, clumsy and clumsy. I am a big mess maker. When I move, things move around me. She has just gotten so used to me running into things and breaking stuff that she can anticipate it.

4. Friends. Short to say she has learned to understand and like my friends no matter who or what they are, ending up to her being close to them also.

5. Vices. I smoke and I drink and I am addicted to TV. Oh god take me to rehab. Haha. From the time we got together she knew I had those and she made sure that I knew her stand and position on it and yet she has been nothing but understanding about it.

Well the list can go on and on. It just never ceases to amaze me. So to all the women out there putting up to all of these things and much more, throw a party! You deserve it.

To my wife, your amazing. I will work on those things. Love you!

Breathe Daily

 

the ride i take on a hill

into a loop and down a slope

like smoke going down a chin

it takes me away

blows me away

this is everyday – a different hill

into a different hoop

and each second i brace

inhaling

trying to push trying to pull

surrounded by walls

walls of glass

stuck in a box of mirrors

falling out of controll

exhaling

the ride i take on a hill

 

into a loop and down a slope

 

like smoke going down a chin

 

it takes me away

 

blows me away

 

this is everyday – a different hill

 

into a different hoop

 

and each second i brace

 

inhaling

 

trying to push trying to pull

 

surrounded by walls

 

walls of glass

 

stuck in a box of mirrors

 

falling out of controll

 

exhaling

Stuck Past Timing

 

i watched movement

from the side of the room

with barely any attention

or light

i waited waited

in anticipation for a semblance

of stopping

i whispered something

only i could hear

i want to go there

but im here

the songs keep playing

as smoke fills up the room

reminding my eyes

to tear

the red lights and the smell

of stale alcohol

stain my senses

time on my rist

time on my chest

i struggle

imagine tires in mud

i am a tire

in mud

i watched movement

 

from the side of the room

 

with barely any attention

 

or light

 

i waited waited

 

in anticipation for a semblance

 

of stopping

 

i whispered something

 

only i could hear

 

i want to go there

 

but im here

 

the songs keep playing

 

as smoke fills up the room

 

reminding my eyes

 

to tear

 

the red lights and the smell

 

of stale alcohol

 

stain my senses

 

time on my wrist

 

time on my chest

 

i struggle

 

imagine tires in mud

 

i am a tire

 

in mud

Friends

I know that in my “Fairweather Felony” entry I was a little negative and cynnical on friendships. As for this entry, this is the exact opposite. This entry is about giving props. Honoring my friends. 

In life we don’t have a lot. We say we do but I know for a fact that we have friends that are only surface level. People who know just enough about us and vice versa for us to be able say that they are friends. But we run into people in the weirdest of ways and they become closer to us than we expect. They get to know us beyond the surface – for who we really are and vice versa. They are the people we talk to when “the shith hath hith the fanneth” and they are the people we talk to when we just feel like talking – with or without sense. 

That being said, I dedicate this to Bianca and Epoy. These are two people who I don’t see or see much anymore yet I can still say without flinching are my truest friends in life. Best friends. This blog may get cheesy and I knew for a fact that it really had that tendency when I started writing it but Im pushing through with it since I found out that they still read my blog. Why am I able to say that they are my truest friends? because they were there when I didn’t need them and they were there in the toughest of times. And now that we don’t see each other, factoring the distance we still keep in touch.

So to you guys, I raise my glass. Friends.

Happy Mothers Day

A shout out to all our heroes out there! Our mothers. Without you there will be no us. You are the start of our journey as our great mother earth is the end. I raise my glass to you! This is your day. Happy mothers day to all the moms out there…

Trying to

Trying to think of something inspirational to say…I am following robin sharma and stephen covey and their twits are just the bomb. You read it and you get some sort of tingly feeling. Like as if it pushes you to be a better you. Maybe someday. Right now I’m just thinking.

Fu**it list

I read this somewhere, if a bucket list is one that consists of things you would want to do, a list like this is the exact opposite.

1. lose weight

2. do admin

3.  this list…

 

haha..I will get back to you when I have more for this nonsensical list.

Why do we blog?

I will answer this question if you can.

Icarus Dreams

i have dreams

of flying

wax melted feathers

ground below echoes

pain seems so small

i can be absent minded

problems seems so far

just the air on my face

piercing my skin

in awesome bliss

the feeling of gravity is irrelevant

just the push of wind

the world left behind

the view with no price

the smell of peace

coping in silence

elbow on wood

chin cupped in my palm

eyes wide shut

the bell rings

i wake up

Fear

I run to the familiar

the known to me category

i fear tomorrow

scared holding on

only to what i know

the fire is burning

taunting pushing

i cannot move

i cannot stand

or pick up the pieces

cigarettes just have to light up

on their own if a brand is new

marlboro only my sign says

even metaphors do not

convey

i need an exit

i need a metaphor