savame.jeebus

As I foraged through my thought closet for the next subject of my written rants, the emotions that have bloomed and seemingly wiggled its way to trifle my normal bearing of feelings have tripped my state of mind into a clustering of confusion; everything just completely foreign to me. I write this in order to express my thoughts for the center of my everything, to understand everything that is hard to say.

The distance of where I left my heart has put me in a position where I can’t fathom the depth of all that is unknown to me. It’s the most extraordinary feeling that I have always dreamed and desired, but never knew that I would ever have for myself. Even though the tension that we are facing has seeped into the spaces that have yet to be filled in the adventure that we share, there’s much more that is pleasant and special than the fits that comes with the territory. There is nothing better than what we have, and I desire nothing else. Please understand that the attentiveness is still new to me and it is difficult to change my defaults to satisfy the needs that are present, but what is and could be, is of the upmost importance and top priority within my passionate pursuits. You know what you know and it will last forever, I promise.

I wonder while I wander under bridges bombed by paint splatters and vivid, vibrant, tints of flavors. There is much more for me to learn, much more for me to see, everything and anything that is unknown to my mindscape. The trail winded through mystical pockets of sunshine, flooding the forest floor with odd shapes of shadows. It’s an adventure that I yearn, so let’s go!

Trials and errors, tranquility held together by various bonds of memorable moments; adventures through urban jungles, a trek between sand and stone, a cornerstone of a successful day spent thriving. Consider the invisible angst that resides within our thought closet, demons of restlessness that transverses throughout the plains of our reality. The wild things visit us with an endless array of vile inhibiting messes, corrupted to its endless depths of consequence. It becomes an obstacle that restrains us and contains us in a thorough web of discouraging splooge. Moving forward becomes a chore.

Trial and error, success will feel amazing.

As the embolding feeling of life tingles from the tip of my fingers to the end of my toes, dreams have awoken themselves to become true.

Let their whimsical notions transverse their addiction for where the wild things are, while the wizard behind the curtain traces the line of their imaginary lives along. I’ll be waiting to catch them when the clusterfuck of reality trips their void of a life.

I find myself just extremely annoyed and slightly angered at the world. The bias nature of being politically correct is so ignorant. Fuck that shit.

What makes a man weak in the knees?  A beautiful smile?  Enchanting eyes?  Lips that make your own quiver with delight?  Well, I find all those attributes quite enticing, but the feeling I get from a beautiful voice that sounds like it came straight from Heaven or an amazing song that transports me to a level of appreciative intoxication can not be matched by a pretty lady.  Physical beauty is of course, only skin deep; but the complexity of emotions that a magical tune can evoke is the reason I wake up in the morning; hoping to find something new; to go forth on a new magical journey.

Whenever life brings me down and I despair for hope to retain the progression of living, I recollect my past memories to remind myself that life is still beautiful. Memories that were like a dream when I experienced them, memories full of hope and happiness, everything that makes the trials of living at least worth it. What do you do to remind yourself that life is still beautiful?

I just don’t understand how a progressive nation such as ours would create an additional clause in the “constitution” to ban gay marriage.  How a liberal stronghold of a state such as California would dismiss the rights of a group of people based on the preferences of what is natural?  Sadly, reading the stats on who voted for Prop 8, a massive majority of African Americans voted for it.  We just voted in an African American President, with an overwhelming majority of the African American community ushering in “change” and progress, but they vote no against equality?  Not to condemn that racial group or to criticize, but truthfully I don’t get how people are amped on progress but for an issue in which I deem much more progressive and more important then having a black president, they deny people equal rights.  It’s beautiful that we have progressed to the point where we do have a black president, but going 2 steps back and banning gay marriage is just primitive and so wrong.

So has SJ & FV, get ready for it.