Something to Think About

If you are entertaining angry or vengeful thoughts about someone- even if you never show your anger or seek revenge on that person- you are causing harm. But you aren't causing harm to the one you are upset with; you are causing harm to yourself. By allowing negative thoughts to eat away at you because someone has hurt you or disappointed you in some way, then you are building a wall around yourself. Each negative of hostile thought is like a brick in that wall. The higher you build it, the harder it will be for good thoughts and positive energy to enter. Let go of what you can't control.

(today's horoscope)

Do You Know?

            

When you go through your day to day, what is the goal?

To make more than you had the day before,

or are you trying to make a difference?

In someone else's life, or your community?

Every time I attend a funeral, I pay close attention to the eulogy that is inside.

Its amazing how much can be done in such a short time.

It would be a tragedy to live, only to die

with your only accomplishment being something that can't be taken with you:

money.

Since when does it over ride time? 

And when did monetary gain officially define who you are?

So much celebrity goes to waste

with no sense of responsibility.

But there is one... why else do you think you have it?

But to give back

since you're hogging more than your share.

Do you know, what you're fighting for?

Love hard, smile often, lend a helping hand...

after all

it's free...

Fall For Your Type

"All I need is a partner to play spades with the cards up-- all trust!"

I can't explain why

it's hard for me to tell

why this particular "type"

is one I know too well.

Never meaning wrong, but in the same breath not meaning well

breaking me down with their pretty lies

or maybe thats how they "felt"...

at least at the time

cause now I'm alone.

Left to replay in my mind

all the good times, even if they only happened once in a while.

The "type" never has a face

until it's too late.

Their complexities intrigue me,

they are the misunderstood

and like the puppy left in the rain 

I take him in, and fix him a home cooked meal

lick his wounds so they can heal.

Rub his fur in the places that give him comfort

soak his insecurities away in bath tubs and foot rubs...

uh oh... I've created a monster.

A creature so foreign to what I've shown

hyped up on all this love that I've let him borrow,

only a portion given back in return.

A new outlook on life he is given

along with special places he knew nothing of.

A brand new game for his next chick.

Yes, I fall for your "type"

cause everything needs love

and I'm bursting at the seams

living as an example of what everyone thinks is gone

I just can't explain this shit at all,

am I doomed to be used?

Drowning in the fantasy 

of believing in people like you...

Lemonade

My Dad was an accountant for the IRS. The job that everyone from my elementary school teach to the pastor at our church respected and feared at the same time. There was always this elusiveness about his duties, which I could tell from my parents dinner conversation, were very stressful. He was responsible for looking into shady transactions and sometimes be the one to deliver a pink slip to a fellow co worker. He was an auditor. "The bad guy", and that so wasn't the person that everyone who knew him, was. His daily uniform consisted of a well made suit, suspenders, tie. Overcoat with a matching hat, and Ray Ban sunglasses. Lol. He was the type of Dad that was super efficient and crushed on by too many of my girl friends growing up. Now what's a fun loving kind of guy like my Dad doing with a job that will make people deal with him with the same care as a ruthless politician?

I'm No Fool

When dealing with the average "jump-off" their thought process shouldn't matter... as long as it benefits you. They can be a simple minded somebody wrapped in nice packaging that stay in their time restricted compartment until the tolerance for something deeper comes along. You can call them after 10 pm and always reach them. A restaurant or club is the ideal "date", and some sort of sexual encounter is given in exchange. The single life is made of stuff like that. Drunken nights that are often forgotten with plenty of shenanigans along the way. Its "cute" to be accompanied by that personality that is extreme: quick to get fucked up, quick to fight, quick to fuck.