Who are you to tell me?

Is it important to define everything

As if definite understanding is discovered by a species of beings |ill|capable of understanding they know nothing?How does your evidence of truth out rule my evidence of creativity? Why can’t I redefine a word if redefining my existence has become an everyday occurrence?

Life as we know it is a mystery that’s been solved, the conclusion:We Don’t K|no|w. So with evidence of no evidence of you existing outside of my dreams you are as real to me as these words, this opinion, correction: This Apple. Since my existence is sculptural so is my dictionary. My apple is my opinion |I’m a PC| Webster is behind…I can’t be caught up to(o).

I’m bored it’s 11 in the am, and this was a conversation between me, myself and ?EYE decided to jump in and let my fingers in on it as well, that’s how it ended up here :)

Rhetoric|ulous|?| “IDEEKAY” |You Tell Me…|

Gettin’ lite cuz my heads been headed for the guillotine BEHEADED…
A case of insanity…they say I’m insane…
Cuz my mental images are unframed…
They lack borders to keep them from falling outside of the box…
Borderline suicidal thoughts… of creativity
Juxtaposed by my (ill)phrenic fingers, holding on to (ill)existing walls in attempts to hold back (ME)…
But I’ll cremate myself before they bury me…my thoughts (I mean)…
because what’s the point of living if I can’t think?
Veganism doesn’t appeal to me… plus I’m way too fruity to aspire to a vegetated state…
Thus Thou Relate? or am I really that crazy?
Are my illusions so rabbit that a muzzle is needed?
Should I continue to allow these prophetic perceptions of…anything go untreated?
Medicated therapy compresses thought…
PROVOKING the opposite of change…
Now THAT’S insane…so maybe I’m ok…at least…according to my reasoning…

Do you think I’m crazy (too)?

Cuz she said “WHY YOU DON’T BE RHYMIN’?”

AYE I don’t follow beats I Lead them…

So don’t judge the structure of my poem (but if you want to That’s fine too (: )

Hunger Pains-

(MY EARS) read what you were feeding

but my mind was so hungry I couldn’t process the sound

but as the words sink into the belly of my brain I feel the heart burning pain

seeping passed my mind and into my frame

settling in my stomach waiting…unclaimed

But give me time and I will receive it

No need to repeat it, because it’s already there

I’m just playing catch up with the beats from your snare

I’m a few beats behind, I’m on a slow processing line

Cuz my hearts been receiving bad blood

So it’s not beating like it should

That same sad song rumbling from my belly

Your words SOUNDS fed into the cause

A Replenishing love of thought

EVERY MORSEL YOU THREW I CAUGHT

By Means of DESPERATION

I’ve been starving and all that CONSERVATION

of thought was truly unsettling

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I was being battered with that same old sad song

Rumbling. Churning Growing.

Into nothing but old sediment that continued to settle in (constipation)

Broken from that hinderous repetition relaxing my mental bowels from that overbearing empty stool

It feels good to have food (:

Psh… I can rhyme when I want to...

Peace.

What’s it called when a writer gets blocked?

Ink less pen scribbles thoughtless words that blur into the colorless paper

lost and forgotten as the seconds pass and I move on down the line

The faster I write the closer I get to nothing, the faster I think the more I forget

The words are at the tip of my tongue, but I’ve misplaced that organ entirely

It’s just not coming to me I’m thinking to a Velcro wall

Ideas aren’t sticking, I’m running low on mental glue, my thoughts can’t think therefor I am BLOCKED

My mental juices are running dry, I’m gasping for metaphors, and my mouth is watering at the mental mirages of faceless words entering my brain

I can’t waste the little thoughts I have left, I need replenishing ideas before I can even think of finishing this…

What’s that thing called when you can’t think of words to write?

Writer’s block…

I have that…

-END-

Clouds are coming in…

Democrats have completely dominated in this election. They’ve increased control in both Senate and House of Representatives,  giving majority control in congress. Not to mention the big win of the night Barack Obama becoming our new president of the United States of America (yes we did). With every up there’s a down, gay rights have taken a hard hit in this years election. Florida Passed a gay ban amendment and Arizona passed a proposition on the same issues. Arkansas passed an initiative on banning gay couples from adopting children, even though technically it applies to all unmarried couples, it’s main objective is relinquishing adoption rights from gay people.

I think that one hit me the most, marriage doesn’t define love, but we should all have the right to it. Taking away our right to adopt just seems so much worst to me.

Even though California is still counting votes, it looks as if Prop 8 will be successful, which will over turn the California supreme court ruling made back in may that allowed residents to marry someone of the same sex.

I can still see the sun, but the clouds have definitely formed.

Terror in the rainbow

This is just a random thought but…

      Gay people have completely jacked the rainbow. I know this is an old topic, but who is the real victim of the situation? Most people would make some lame attempt at a joke by mentioning something about leprechauns and lucky charms, but if you think about it leprechauns never really claimed the rainbow. Rainbows are to leprechauns as roads are to humans. We use roads to get to where we need to go, but we don’t claim the roads as our own. Same with leprechauns and rainbows. A rainbow is just a road that leads a leprechaun to what they are really looking for which is the pot of gold, or are they already at the pot of gold and we are the ones following the road? I don’t know I never got into leprechaun myths, but back to what I was saying. If leprechauns aren’t the victims then who really is? I think the real victims are unicorns…seriously, I mean think about it almost every picture of a unicorn is adorned with a six colored half moon-like halo. I always associated the two with each other as if they were conjoined twins, like there’s some invisible line connecting the two. I wasn’t a big rainbow or unicorn fan as a kid. I was too busy getting dirty to worry about horned animals and “pretty” colors, but it’s is definitely something to think about.
Which brings me to my other thought.
      What if… unicorns devised a terrorist attack on gay people in an attempt to take back the rainbow? Yeah never thought of that did you…didn’t think so. I mean anything’s possible these day (see presidential election) why not right? They would probably bomb the gayest thing in the world to get back at us…but what would that be? Well if you think you know…tell me. They’d bum rush all the pride parades and shoot down every rainbow colored flag insight, there’d be so much chaos. Of course the gay community wouldn’t stand for it, we’d put up a fight for the right to wear rainbow décor and wave those colored flags high and proud, but would it be worth it? I mean couldn’t we find another stereotypical symbol to flaunt our gayness (other than musical theater) I mean really, because I’m not ready to take on pissed off unicorns with guns just for a rainbow. Maybe we could come to some agreement, like they take half the colors and we take half…but then again a rainbow isn’t a rainbow without all six colors. We should just give it back and find something else to represent us. How about a sign that simply says GAY. Gets the point across and it gets the damn unicorns off our backs.

Yeah…. My minds running on bullshit (6 more miles to go!)

Lol
Peace.

OldIE…

This is a somewhat aged excerpt from my past, a little self evaluation needed back then (somewhat anyways) Enjoy yo

I wear a mental mask

I’m not sure I could explain it if you asked

So I thought I’d write it here

It’s like watching a horror movie and covering your eyes when you know the fear is near

Or turning your back because your afraid of what the mirror will look like

Well neither of these examples really explain what I mean

What I’m trying to say is that I hide myself…even from myself

It’s like a lie so deep you don’t even know the truth anymore

And I don’t even know what I do it for

I mean I do…but I don’t, it’s all apart of the lie ya know

But sometimes that lie can become the truth

Or at least override it until your put back into the situation that made you feel the need to lie

I just wish I knew why, I’m starting to be threatened by the truth of my character

My lie is becoming weak, I’m not ready to understand this

Yup Yup Yup CartOONIES (The better half of me)

Tunes and Toons my two favorite things.

They make up my free time, and I enjoy my senses best when they are focused on the two. (Yes I taste,smell,and touch them too ha!)

Anime’s my passion

while more common cartoons are my everyday lovers

Gosh deezle I’m gonna end this and turn on cartoon network

 

PEACE…Kiddos

Block.Roads.Mind.Jumbled

I want to believe in a better tomorrow,but my today isn’t showing signs of incline for my future…

 

 

My future is a dream, that I’m thinking of in my present
Wasting what’s now for what could be in the future
Time flies fast but my mind thinks slow
My mental blocks my words so they have nowhere to go…

Slow movement, it’s like every thing’s frozen
Thoughts forgotten way before they’ve been spoken
Creation doesn’t exist, because there’s no confidences left to feed it
Reliving another’s dream, while my own lies broken

Gay for…Hits?

I was looking at my stats or w/e and I realized I got more hits on my “I don’t hate you I just disagree with your life style” post, than on any of my others. Given, it wasn’t that many but it was way more than I’ve ever gotten on any other within one day. I guess I’m surprised because when I posted my Michelle Obama quote post, and the 9/11 question post I was expecting an actual turn out in viewers, but truthfully I got like 8 to 10 collective hits on both combined. I didn’t realized the gay agenda was more important than our current governmental state. I’m just saying, but yeah should I do more gay interest blogs to get more hits? Maybe,but I probably won’t. I’m no activist, the only thing I really no about gay is that I am lol. So this is just another random thought, because I’ve been up all night and got bored thought I’d check out the blog. I plan to start posting more, because I really want to keep p with this thing. If you actually read this all the way through, excuse the bad punctuation in these blogs, I’m just not that interested in collectively forming every sentence…sorry unless I have something really important to say or for some reason I feel the need to. Trying to get more into reading blogs so if anyone has any suggestions leave me a comment I’m open to all topics from A to Zeldar so yeah

Peace