Alone With Many Friends
Why do I feel alone with so many friends,
Always with the boys chilling on the ends;
Why do I feel so alone with so much to give,
I’m a full spectrum like ROYGBIV;
Why do I feel alone with all this game,
I’ve got a super hot tongue melt up your bubble gum;
Why do I feel so alone with so many offers,
Take myself off the order and get rushed by hollas;
Why do I feel alone mostly when I’m with a lot of persons,
Always finding something to do by myself, am I evil;
Why do I feel alone mostly when I’m awake,
Dreaming away scenarios floating in my head;
Alone with many friends can be so fun,
Cause I always tell myself I don’t belong.
If I drop a tear in the ocean,
I’ll never stop loving you ‘til I’ve found it; And even
If I was to leave and meet other people,
I’d be bound by the forces of our love;
If I said I loved you then,
That means I do wanna live forever just with you; And even
If I were to die and be gone ‘til judgement day,
In your heart are memories to live on everyday;
If I were to hurt you if it’s possible on any day,
Then I’d give my life up to make up if it may; And even
If I were to be closed out by your feeling for another,
I’d feed off the past like animals on fodder;
If I were to choose my love for all times,
Then there’s only one choice;
You for all times.
Happy Holidays
God jul, Merry Christmas, Счастливого Рождества, etc. Picture, as ever, by Rob Sheridan.
Good morning again as your face lights my world,
Giving me your love has been the joy of my life and I want you forever even to be my wife
Understanding you is like staring at the stars, complimenting others while shining by yourself
Underneath it all to me your the best but you never stop puzzling me like a game of chess
Experiences in my life cause me to act that different in public
Everything seems different when you’re the public, audience or crowd
Never scream at me, or talk too loud, keep blessing me with your love
Nothing can change me because I’m loved by a dove showering me with caring straight from above
After all that there’s nothing much to say
Good morning my darling have a wonderful day
The feelings I feel now I haven’t felt before
like whenever you’re close to me you knock me to the floor
I would have given the normals if you were any normal girl
But to me you’re special like diamonds and pearls
I want you back like a kid on a diet wants food
and I want you for myself don’t mean to be rude
You know I never stopped loving you and no one can
and if you wanna let me in or keep me in the chase
I’ve heard all the things they’ve said you said
and even if they’re true they won’t knock me dead
It’s all up to you now to tell me how you feel
Throw everything but the kitchen sink at the most important decision you will ever make.
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#Smiles keep me alive and well…
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There are two ways of being rich: One is to have all you want, the other is to be satisfied with what you have. Accept and appreciate things now, and you’ll find more happiness in every moment you live. Happiness comes when we stop complaining about the troubles we have and offer thanks for all the troubles we don’t have. And remember, you have to fight through some bad days to earn the best days of your life. - via: http://www.marcandangel.com/2012/03/19/15-ways-to-live-and-not-merely-exist/
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Forgive me for I have wronged you, thank you because of you I am better.
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What a pain it is to sort out tangled relationships…and how easy it is to complicate them…what a spider web…it is!
#lifetalks #lessonslearnedinlife
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Life is very much about two, force and opposition. May the right force guide me so I may never fear opposition. Do good and good will follow you.
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#Caturday #Cats. The Beauty is in the Struggle. #AdorableMuch
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I am to be a poet, of words and works of art and science, hope and faith, and love.
…
“A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a lovesickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”
Robert Frost, Letter to Louis Untermeyer, 1916
“Heed the words of Robert Frost. Start with a big, fat lump in your throat, start with a profound sense of wrong, a deep homesickness, or a crazy lovesickness, and run with it. If you imagine less, less will be what you undoubtedly deserve. Do what you love, and don’t stop until you get what you love. Work as hard as you can, imagine immensities, don’t compromise, and don’t waste time. Start now, not two weeks from now. Now.”
Debbie Millman
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#PlanetEarth #Home #Limitless #Possibilities #Simply #Beautiful
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All around the world, the present moment is filled with beauty. If you are attentive, you will see it. If you are willing, you will help create it. - via: http://www.marcandangel.com/2013/04/04/30-beautiful-things-happening-now/
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This is one of my favorite passages from C.S.Lewis from his book The Four Loves:
There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.I believe that the most lawless and inordinate loves are less contrary to God’s will than a self-invited and self-protective lovelessness…We shall draw nearer to God, not by trying to avoid the sufferings inherent in all loves, but by accepting them and offering them to Him; throwing away all defensive armour. If our hearts need to be broken, and if He chooses this as a way in which they should break, so be it.What I know about love and believe about love and giving ones heart began in this.
Kool calm I wish you’d be all the time
Even though your heart was never mine
Duties you perform on your daily ride
Evening came and you drifted away inside
Early birds catch the best worm
Nothing’s beyond your scope, you just have to work to earn
Hamilton Brown Who are we feeding?
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This is a story which i once herd that is worth repeating.
One evening an old man told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside each person as they go through life.
He said, My son, the battle is between 2 Wolves inside us.
One is black and carry anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
The other is white and carry joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, wisdom and faith.
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then
asked his grandfather:
Which wolf wins the battle, the black one or the white one?
The grandfather simply replied, The one you feed !!!!
EDWARDO ROSSO
Life coach & Co- Author of “The Manual 4 Life”
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I have been dreaming of you, and through you I will dream even more;
I’ve fell for you, I’m falling still, rain on me if you will; together we soar.
Your bliss surrounds,
your voice abounds,
They say you protrude,
you say I am crude,
Alone in the center, I dream blue;
She holds me close,
her words a perfect dose,
They both say it is perfect,
you say I’m pushing it,
Alone in the center, I dream blue;
Long minutes ooze on by and by,
We sit, I stare, she touches, we try,
Statements candid remain elusive, we lie,
you say you will call, I hope you try,
Alone in the center, I dream blue.
Check, check, 1, 2, 3
Mic check 1, 2, 3
My name is thought,
I am the beginning,
Conjured up by choice or impulse,
Brain waves ring,
I am growing fast, I am thought;
I am older now, everyone calls me words,
but it is still me, I have not changed,
I have escaped from the brain waves,
and now many mini mes plague;
You change me quickly,
but I still remain,
They didn’t like me, your friends wanted sane,
I was different, but thought is still my name;
…So you remembered me,
Oh today it must rain,
Haven’t I been with you all, you too left me for sane,
Yep same old me,
Whenever you think I’m lying, I’m telling the truth,
That first innocent thought, forever lost in your youth
If we could start over,
would we not bring our memories,
Even just to change old ways,
and provide habitat for new tendencies,
To find our loved ones sooner,
and prevent grave tragedies,
Maybe only to cheat death longer,
and cure our many frailties,
Get acquainted with everyone,
and all your needed memories,
That we could start over fresh,
peacefully and without strangers.
Silencio,
Abajo,
No quieres su cara,
No hables negro;
Solamente para el trabajo es dificil,
Nunca, nunca, nunca es facil,
No mundo para negra,
Siempre dificil dias;
Venga por favor,
Assisto por favor,
Nunca,nunca, nunca facil,
Gracias Dios para el noche
Requirements for this new me,
scream death to the old me;
Harder still is this deciphering,
of the proofs I’ve chased,
the proven I’ll waste,
and pools of lessons for swimming;
Advise that will benefit,
to be joined by firmer sets,
a blas’ bought,
away from glass boats;
Bon-a-flight,
Late this night,
For season a play,
Pay for days;
Extinction or dormancy?
Starvation or buoyancy?
Assassination or froze?
Can I really call her failure?
knowing I’ve learned from her,
sensing she was the good that slipped,
Can I remain truthful and tight lipped?
Adventures in displacement,
dreams of enrichment,
it’s not enough to mine gold,
you have to mind what’s gold;
Excuse by absence,
this is not good bye, merely hasta luego,
off into thinker clouds,
better days ahead.
As I stared at your glow, I realized how much you’ve grown on me; this person I’ve become. A wonder for a wanderer. Shells, sea, shocks and rum.
Battling now to stare, running to you,
With revelation I gave room to stare,
New found adoration,
for a scale anew of behind;
Sunset on windowed levels,
Clouds quickly leveled,
The once was is a different,
White seemed dark of late;
I hissed at the light,
No idea to enlighten this darkness,
This too was shared,
and now with shared light, the aisle buzzed;
Toast,
To new tongues’,
An adventure begun,
My first step outta comfort
I often wish, to wish,
to feel, to steal, to be,
Whatever would suit me best,
Wherever I would find a chest,
Future growth,
Present tense,
Past lessens…
I wanna fall in love with myself
But pieces of you is missing
I feel so disconnected, I keep tripping
Finding place on others shelf
What if I lost you tomorrow?
Would I be lost forever?
Maybe I’ve already fallen
I really need you to prop me up
How does my missing affect your cup
I know I’m begging
[Chorus]
Alone again, every time I miss you
Ever since you said don’t kiss you
All I wanna know is how to complete me
I don’t want to figure it out on my own
I know how to do that,
I just wanna learn how to not love being
Alone
[Verse 2]
Won’t you let me in so I can let you go
My world barely knows you
Yet its drunk of you
My bubbles hiccup with you on its breath
I think of you before, approaching, and when I have nothing left
Your gifts do teach me
Yet they don’t feel like blessings
I want more of you
More than your abundance
[Chorus]
Alone again, every time I miss you
Ever since you said don’t kiss you
All I wanna know is how to complete me
I don’t want to figure it out on my own
I know how to do that,
I just wanna learn how to not love being
Alone
[Verse 3]
I’m not asking to be taught you
I really need to know you
Even though it may help you
I really need to know you
So I can never lose you
Can I be me without you
I guess your letters just don’t spell me
But is there anything you can tell me
Why do I have to hear
I’ve not learned to care
Even with much I want just want one
A piece of you to make me
[Chorus]
Alone again, every time I miss you
Ever since you said don’t kiss you
All I wanna know is how to complete me
I don’t want to figure it out on my own
I know how to do that,
I just wanna learn how to not love being
Alone
I’m a horrible help for myself, and spent my days responding to days, weeks, months, years, calendered. One day I decided to leave my life behind, to become a person I never dreamed about. From Jamaica to Panama to Mexico City Airport, where I spent the night waiting for a connecting flight to Cancun. I discovered very quickly that indeed my thoughts of bigger world away from home was a giant misconception. Cancun was not only grand, it is largely different. The work I got in Mexico to sell cosmetics hurled stones at my introversion, trampled my seclusion, and revealed clearly the reason I had always chose to hide. Everyday I found my fear of people clash with my need for success. Along the way I contracted Salmonella, hooked up with Mexican girls, tried temporary tattoos, learned Israeli history, and lost my job.
All this in the first three weeks, and Jamaicans came to become added baggage. So off to Mexico city I went to be “properly trained for the same job in a different locale”. Mexico City is beautiful and already my growth has surpassed that of before. I’m a salesman here and I speak 3 languages. Jamaica is paradise in comparison, yet Mexico is not my own so my unmarried love for its great beauty is understandable. So money is to be made, rebirth is to be had, report is short, details are missing, many days ahead, and hopefully many more worlds to see.
Hasta Luego
…
I draw lines across my skin, where you’re tongue has become akin, I close my eyes every time I know yours is mine, I’m taken in your divine, these lips these eyes this dies…
These lips these eyes this death of a man, from the killing of a child, the walk of shores. Stripped down to a core, a wash by sores, awake by longing. Each sweetheart eaten, every path broken, lingering whiffs, tantalizing sucks…
Each sweetheart eaten, every path broken, lingering whiffs, tantalizing licks as chains engulf. Coin through fingers, as relatives wonder through hair strands, and the script is to devour. Take away every pain, every ill, every worry, and replace them the hosts disease. This is their fate, they shall know no other way.
Remind me every now and again you love me, I know I don’t love you in vain. Like every flower when it rains, I’m just as happy as the first time you came.
Route Lines:
From the first step, intoxicated with an urge to move;
Up, the way to leave;
Window view of a powerful sleeve; Touchings of aisle and sliding auto doors, into new worlds of manual’s clues.
Connections, elevations, propulsion; Misgivings of friendship;
Made in a different shop to work with different flops;
Rotations, strain, the break ins after the break ups;
What a life inside this new mess.
Linked by nodes on electronic maps; Runways of the tarmac;
Kiosks, plazas, and foreign languages;
Popular pigs, in a land of the popular pig;
Building anew to last a lifetime.
Pretense etches tattoos to remind me of the man I ought to be, so I’ll fake it ‘til I make it. Until I make it to you, inspire me naturally.
Silence calms me into thinking, thinking into dreaming. I love to dream up this magical world of ours. Where my broken pieces fit perfectly.
Patience keeps me growing limbs, branches for my new and returning birdies to come singing by. I can hold there songs, grasping longingly.
Yet I sigh for the pretense wasted, the silence that cowered, and patience that led me slow. I got here in one peace of mind, but not of me.
I had my worlds believing never correcting my erring, preferred to just use them as though planned light years in advance. #SoSaysTheRealMe
Truly though, I’m just a man of two parents with five siblings. Grown up by televisions, radios, and people in buildings. #SoSaysTheRealMe
I wished I’d come out more all along, and when I believed I came along. I did everything I said before, some after saying. #SoSaysTheRealMe
Nowadays I just freestyle life and live by my word. Happily helping and giving away knowing even I am wasting away too. #SoSaysTheRealMe
I’ve accepted that we all meet some type of end, and I wish to go quietly then to a painless rest. This is the real JRT #SoSaysTheRealMe
When I have clarified and exhausted a subject, then I turn away from it, in order to go into darkness again.
(via scienceisbeauty)
Craving a fleeting cloud,
Promising storm,
Rainy day sweet,
Thundering lightning,
Long ravenous intentions,
Memories and fantasies,
Admittedly I may pour,
Maybe I’m not meant to land here.
Nomads know better,
They’ve ran deserts,
Brought laughter to oases,
Always searching,
This they prefer,
Certain discoveries,
Disappointments taught best.
Many hoods,
Child, neighbor, false,
Dreams quickly met reality,
Foolishly distracted,
Some things you can,
Others you go through,
You must learn to spell,
Pronounce your future.
Feeling beautiful,
Beautiful birds,
Birding music,
Music soothes,
Soothe me you do,
Until I turn off feeling,
Many dark rooms have bulbs,
Many switches unfounded,
Awaiting energy.
A sense of curiosity
An outer body oddity
And a matching flurry
There’s also an unforgiving sorry
To be perfect, and make amends,
With a lingering worry
To know the deed, fix the need
Alas they don’t exactly fit here well
Maybe it be swell to swell
What are these wishes?
Close distance missing?
Breathed kisses?
Mystic clinging?
Mirrors on the wall,
Are you seeing new things?
Will it bleed into me?
For a hot minute all I wanted was you,
I’m all in from the first sense of you,
There are many of us in here,
Every new sensation gets a lot of attention;
There’s always more to life than wants,
Though they create quite a stir,
The back and forths about her,
There is a need for everything, even the cants;
I’ve found a way to get to things,
To leap walls and barriers,
Even if just to peek at what goes in the seat, or feeds the young,
Maybe I’ll get a early try of her canal,
It’s just the way I’ve gotten away;
There can be expectations unknown,
Not to worry ‘bout them unless you can’t live up in their neighbourhood,
It’s not like I won’t tell you everything,
I’m sure you don’t know what to ask,
You’ll be too busy feeling anyway to think;
One thing’s for sure,
I don’t want anything I don’t have,
I don’t question things I don’t know,
I don’t give away things I don’t use,
You’ll find that it is the miracle of you,
More than I’ve adored before,
Taking to a forever more…
Company has a way of asking for more,
of course the way you are is cool,
it is more to check the way you are is pure,
and not candy to a passing fool;
Your days you see can be filled with passings,
Of as something to fit,
On opportunities to shine,
Away for a time;
INDEPENDENCE,
I like your company,
for everything you bring,
and everything you promise.
Right now is all you have control over, it is the beginning of your future. Live in your now and be alive forever.
We must not be frightened nor cajoled into accepting evil as deliverance from evil. We must go on struggling to be human, though monsters of abstractions police and threaten us. -Robert Hayden, poet and educator (1913-1980)
Shaggy feat. Beres Hammond - Fight This Feeling [Official Music Video] (by vprecords)
Hmm…Marriage
Let’s talk about sexes
You know the male and females sexes,
The matching of opposites,
Sometimes not opposites;
You know, the finding of the ones who fit
Hmm… Let’s talk about marriageThe union of two,
For the creation of few;
The sacrifice of two,
For the creation of one;
The…
Monsters I’ve CreatedI looked in my own future,
and didn’t see you there;
I didn’t put you there,
and took every opportunity to leave;
I am that way.I’m content with my present,
a present I’ve created;
I don’t love it,
and I believe I deserve better than it;
I can’t see very well for I…
Huni Baby Babe Honey Suga Suger Sweets! Sweetums Pumpkin!! Sweetypie Sugar dumplin!! Sugar cakes Sweet lips! Sweet neck Yummi cheeks Sweet tongue sexi bumm!!! Succulent nipples Fingers slides smoothly through your lovely head of hair. Eyes close in complete ecstasy feel completely relaxed, loving…
Changes the world with A, a heartly smile, a peaking eye, a sneaky touch. a mix of things already there.
Really love isn’t very different From all the other mixes we take in mixes of lies and annoyance that create anger, or cocktails of ignorance and desire to feed lust, not so different from…
Today a young stranger strolled in our yard. It was the cool evening part of overwhelmingly hot summer day. So hot that most, including my older sister, had ran errands in town already and where now resting. Patios and front lawns were vacant as far as eyes could see; and seeing as our dwelling…
…pretty girl, sunlight in the air…
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The voice of conscience is so delicate that it is easy to stifle it; but it is also so clear that it is impossible to mistake it.
Madame De Stael, writer (1766-1817)
Music will get you through…2013 Reggae & Culture Mixtape, Richie Spice, Capleton & More (by Dancehall OfWar)
…Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful…
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Writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. There are things I wish I could forget.
I really hope I’m wrong about you, #iGetTheFeeling though that you’re exactly as you seem.
Addictions.
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To wear your heart on your sleeve isn’t a very good plan; you should wear it inside, where it functions best.
All men should be feminists. If men care about women’s rights the world will be a better place … We are better off when women are empowered.
In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.
The human body has no mold; it has no set size or shape or proportion. Beauty does not have a set of criteria and normal does not exist.
Mama always told me, “It’s okay to like who is attractive but love who loved you first.”
I think I’ve discovered the secret of life - you just hang around long enough to get used to it.
A superior man is modest in his speech, but exceeds in his actions.
To forgive is the highest, most beautiful form of love. In return, you will receive untold peace and happiness.
The older I get, the less time I have for uninteresting people, meaningless chatter and days wasted pleasing strangers.
I don’t know any perfect people, only really really flawed people who are still worth loving.
The secret to filling your life with simple pleasures (and food has to be right up there) is to actually pay attention to them.
Parents want their children to be great and achieve their goals, but protecting them from failure only serves to make them mediocre — willing to quit at the slightest obstacle.
When you see a man led to prison say in your heart, “Mayhap he is escaping from a narrower prison.” And when you see a man drunken say in your heart, “Mayhap he sought escape from something still more unbeautiful.
Marriage doesn’t mean you suddenly meld into one being; it’s rather two people who form a union that makes each individual that much more awesome.
If everyone is moving forward together, then success takes care of itself.
Your choice for solitude and distance are depriving you of your basic needs for love, relationship, and intimacy. The longer you play the solitary role, the greater your loss. You were made to need and be needed. Don’t be afraid to connect.
We should not write so that it is possible for the reader to understand us, but so that it is impossible for him to misunderstand us.
What I’ve learned … is that patience isn’t a fixed quality. It’s more like a muscle, which grows stronger with practice.
Never shall I forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.
#WordsIveNeverSaid
Wall Piece with 200 Letters (2010-11) - “From march 2010 until february 2011 I formed one new text on the wall of Kiasma museum every week.”
Contempt is the weapon of the weak and a defense against one’s own despised and unwanted feelings.
What value has compassion that does not take its object in its arms.
If only I may grow: firmer, simpler, — quieter, warmer.
Your life is not an excuse for compromise. It is an opportunity for excellence at the highest level.
#Meteor #Rocks #Mother #Russia
Instagrammers in Chelyabinsk Document Meteor Landing
Moments after fragments of a meteor entered the earth’s atmosphere over the southern Ural Mountains early Friday, Instagrammers from the Russian city of Chelyabinsk began posting photos of the meteor’s glowing trail.
The meteor, which lit up the sky about 950 miles east of Moscow, sent a shockwave through the area that shattered windows and injured many people. After the impact, Chelyabinsk resident Сергей Устюжанин (@ustyuzhanin) set out to determine exactly what had happened. Through Instagram, he shared with his friends and the world real-time photos of scenes he encountered in and around the city. “A lot of people in our city didn’t know what happened at the beginning,” he says, “so I used Instagram as a way to share what I saw.”
To see more photos that document the meteorite and its aftermath, view Сергей’s photos and browse the #метеорит and #Chelyabinsk hashtags.
