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noble savage wisdom, tidbits of wisdom, sarcasm and other contrived utter bullshit from the mind of a madman when wishing/praying ,be careful ,your wish/prayer may bring harm to somebody you care about, ASk yourself is it truly worth it? it can always get worse if god didn't exist people would not spend such effort to prove he/she does not! love comes and goes but a real friend is a value beyond measure. the heart gets just as much vote as the brain, to deny either is foolish. 6 billion plus on planet earth and nobody has yet to invent a better shovel, we aren't as smart as we think we are everyone lives in a different reality, its amazing we can communicate at all. bullshit and wisdom share many common traits, if its good advice it probably doesn't apply to your situation. when life kicks you in the balls you curl up and fall down, the measure of character isnt in getting back up, survival requires that you get up, its in not being embittered by the strife. NO ONE is who they are pretending to be, what they show you is what they wish they were, expect it and dont stress it, most of use are that way, denial and self delusion are the only two skills the human race has truly mastered. though we are making a science of killing one another. happy is the only cure i know of for stress. when the heart calls for action then act, i would far rather take a risk than regret never having tried!!! Im not as smart as i think i am and you cant possibly be a dumb as you look.
U ever have one of those days when ur jus not in gear no umph in your rear dont get rollen till noon then gotta bust a nut catchen back up work till dark and then some sittin down after yes after too tired to be hungry just wanna drink some smoke and to be left the fuck alone well my sojourners that was my day and lord thank you lord its truely and fully DONE
Fire in my mind there is a fire in my head searing my mind consuming me reducing me devouring my soul noxious fumes chocking malevolent malignant sinister a spirit of despair afflicting my mind anguish my companion disaster my bedfellow

Blood

Hello old friends the same shell still fetters this soul though the flavor of the filling may be different I have tasted love and betrayal joy and pain I have cried and sang i hit the bottom and bounced like hell landed on my feet and promptly on my face i fell well fuck it i must say i've tasted dirt before and i shall Im sure another day but fuck it in a bucket here i am again bloody battered but still smileing that shit eating grin
I'v found it is often an error to attribute traits generaly to a gender. for example many men will say that females have no emotional control and(sometimes true sometimes false). as a general rule Big rule *** words mean nothing actions and deeds are the only measure of anyone,, all men use the exact same words Id say about 60 to 70 % of us are lieing, thats unfortunate for those few of us with personal ethics and honor/// my wolfs name was loki, he died last May after a full life of 16 years. I'll miss him forever>>> well thats my two cents worth, always keep in mind that reality is dictated by the observer and that observation changes reality. the strongest mind directs the course
I have not been on in a long time..My 19 son nickolas has been in the hospital since oct. he suffered siezers(misspelled fuck it).. he spent untill feb in a comotose state on a feeding tube and life support. he has recovered some but has suffered permanent emotional and mental damage. he is gonna make it but will never likely return to his previous mental clarity and stability, im a single father and its been real hard to pay the medical bills travel to see him and pay rent all at once. my life went to hell. but by the grace of god we will make it! i hope to here from my friends here. god knowes i can use the distraction while we put some sort of life together
elemental sex She lay dry, Barren and parched, For it had been many revolutions since her lover had given of himself to her. Yet deep within, The blood of her quickened For she felt the pulling, the longing, For he was coming. A general darkening all about announced his imminent arrival. A transformation from blistering and bright. To sweltering and dim. she saw far down around the curves of her body, the traces proclaiming his coming and his intent. The very air spoke of him, Quiver with his pent passion, the fury of his desire not to be denied or contained. She exposes herself in anticipation, Relishing the deluge she is about to experience. Accepting the violation and destruction, As price paid for the gift. Anticipating the moistening of the valleys of her body, With his life giving deeds. Unashamed of the lust in her, Of the need. AND then he was upon her around her, Surrounding her, His gust front disarraying the thick stalks of her hair. His voice thunder, Reverberateing all around her, Indistinguishable from her own moans. He caresses, claws and gouges her With one hundred thousand watt fingers Laying open her skin. She screams in excitement and the joy of surrender, As he lights fires across the body of her. To be extinguished when he falls upon her With his life giving moisture. The thing she needs to quicken her seed. To give life to their progeny, The heirs of this deed. And then when their passion will not for another moment be denied . From deep within himself he turns loose and drowns her, all of her with the essence of himself, That thing that makes him, That the giving of will diminish him. Create a small death, Drain and exhaust him. But he can no more contain what is within him Than she could refuse his gift. So the heavens of his body release his pent passion. She shudders in his cuming As his liquid seeps into every part of her. Into places never seen and merges with the womb of our mother. To Begin again that dance of life. Existing since before the arrival of man. the mating, merging, converging, Of Mother Earth And Father Sky. CWP T.M. Yoder 12/16/2006 My take on a thunder storm I hope you like it

exist

Paths traveled mysteries yet raveled insight not withstanding a gale of deprivation under bending scoured clean flesh from bone spirit from throne bent to breaking yet still un-shorn Blighted eyes blindly gazing sightlessly seeing in death the route home RAIL RAIL fist clenched in denial trial GUILTY GUILTY chant the shades limbo's voice to condemn TO CONDEMN By self demeaned anger no longer sustains cleaned purged submerged Drowning I breath suffocated Smothered by the vapors of hope DISPERSED fillimants tendrals of what was disolved ABSOLVED on searing wind UN NAMED standing a tower Erected on sand falling to stand jumble of stone MAJESTY in chaos magnificent created by the undoing dissolution GRAND as ruin POSSes nobility stories told in decay more messaged in destruction than ever conveyed in creation BROKEN i still stand i still stand YET do i remain a shade ghostly apparition opake silhouette what was unchanged though not the same ambled rambling TO EARS DISJOINTED jumbled refrain pattern in confusion by hunger sustained LOSS my daily bread strength in weakness victory through submission isolation my companion no ears fall under this cry dispersed by distance as soul fills yet spirit starves ALONE I deny DENY that I cry emepheral tears from dry eyes contradictions convictions stubborn surrender as billows underfoot choking cloaking from sight a plight prints of passage steps not mine this path is not unique to me though trail un-peopled road named despair is always traversed alone mocked by laughter of the contented a bitter gruel un-sustaining yet filling burdened by lost images shards of broken LOVE HOPE a tasteless nutrient flay's the insides bleeding unseen yet somehow standing a shadow cast by nothing unexplained apparition as I cast shadows so I must maybe still exist

exist

Paths traveled mysteries yet raveled insight not withstanding a gale of deprivation under bending scoured clean flesh from bone spirit from throne bent to breaking yet still un-shorn Blighted eyes blindly gazing sightlessly seeing in death the route home RAIL RAIL fist clenched in denial trial GUILTY GUILTY chant the shades limbo's voice to condemn TO CONDEMN By self demeaned anger no longer sustains cleaned purged submerged Drowning I breath suffocated Smothered by the vapors of hope DISPERSED fillimants tendrals of what was disolved ABSOLVED on searing wind UN NAMED standing a tower Erected on sand falling to stand jumble of stone MAJESTY in chaos magnificent created by the undoing dissolution GRAND as ruin POSSes nobility stories told in decay more messaged in destruction than ever conveyed in creation BROKEN i still stand i still stand YET do i remain a shade ghostly apparition opake silhouette what was unchanged though not the same ambled rambling TO EARS DISJOINTED jumbled refrain pattern in confusion by hunger sustained LOSS my daily bread strength in weakness victory through submission isolation my companion no ears fall under this cry dispersed by distance as soul fills yet spirit starves ALONE I deny DENY that I cry emepheral tears from dry eyes contradictions convictions stubborn surrender as billows underfoot choking cloaking from sight a plight prints of passage steps not mine this path is not unique to me though trail un-peopled road named despair is always traversed alone mocked by laughter of the contented a bitter gruel un-sustaining yet filling burdened by lost images shards of broken LOVE HOPE a tasteless nutrient flay's the insides bleeding unseen yet somehow standing a shadow cast by nothing unexplained apparition as I cast shadows so I must maybe still exist
A day in life today i started a new job let me tell ya baby i was hot had a answer for every question a solution for every problem Like three men in one the blessed son I might should feel bad someone will be put on the road because no one can follow not even in my shadow but ow hell its survival of the fittest and when it comes to my job i'm the shizznick yes i know I'm an arrogant little prick got that way by being the fittest in whatever i do i'll blow right by you my craftsmanship makes it so YES I am gloating WAS my first day as the new maint and repair tech for a big reality and property management company a nd the millionaire who owns the show told me that she could see that i was the kind of person people soon found they couldnt do without. my response was *it turns out like that everywhere i work. I'll be in charge before the month is out* she smiled and i could tell that was exactly the correct thing to say me so happy
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