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Monday, January 30, 2017

Goodbye friends


I’m dealing with something sad and it is how to say goodbye to my friends.
The ones similar in the way I talk and the way I want them to hear me.

They are the ones I call when I need to express myself.

They listen not like judges, but as students wanting to understand your moment.

When around them, I get this elevation and freedom to speak on anything and everything.

We engage in communication intercourse giving and receiving pleasure as we change our minds with words of reason and shine light to the dark places of stupidity.



How do I say goodbye to the most interesting people on earth?

Who careless where you stand, but their interest is why you stand there.

They may not make the best lovers, but each one night stand of dialogue leaves a lifetime imprint.

Then they are the friends I will not miss.

The ones that fear I will take on the robe of a judge as they do when I undress my thoughts.

They build walls between their thoughts and voice, to filter the informative bits of themselves and will sum up the sight of a beautiful lady as, “beautiful.”



Failing to recognise her curves or the way her presence makes the sun shine brighter and her voice, tingles in the air like you are in heaven listening to the angels singing.

They do not know themselves as much as my friends and I know who we are.

Goodbye my friends and have a safe flight.


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Saturday, January 21, 2017

Imagine We Are In Hell



Imagine,

The real true religion which understood life has been raptured and life on earth is hell.

Think about it,

We struggle for everything, even then we never get what we wish for and must settle.

We are always at war, always in need plus we have an insatiable thirst for pleasure, happiness and fulfillment.

Tortured daily by the emptiness of tomorrow because we cannot see the future.

Today may be a great day, but the greatness seems like torture because right next to the minutes or hours of excitement is reality. We wish our lives are better than what it is now.

Also, if you choose one set of ideas to live by you will face criticism, if you choose another same thing.

People say don't live to please others, but if I cannot find peace in acceptance what else is there?

I tried loneliness where the point of view of others do not matter, but that was a bore.

I tried being carefree, but that also drives you towards loneliness.

Being carefree is a long way around to boredom.

Why do some people agree, there is a hell worse than this?

A place of torture for my soul when I know souls feel no pain.

The real torture is for the living, the real pain exists when you are alive.

The real hell is here.



Find those people you connect with.

In their eyes who you are does not matter, it is what you bring to their lives that does.

With them, you find that fleeting joy even though it is for a moment.

The sad thing is, these people are few and never stay around long enough for a lifetime which in its own is another torture.


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