Saturday, January 19, 2008

Mind -not finished
8/9/07
Consequences of the tongue. The mind lets itself out through the words in a poem but yet in reality its an ordinary conversation. Depends on what your saying in it. Storms abrupt, thunder crashes deep into someone's heart, while the electricity shocks them until they are no more. Maybe summers warm breeze soothing into the soul to make full, to feel apart of something special. Or is it just the sweetness the candy gives, the thing that little children love at times and beg their parents for it, what sets a caring smile upon anyone who makes a friendly connection. Most of these things blind the good sight of people. That one moment is all that they mostly care about and that's it. Whether its good or bad, the feeling just takes over them. Every one falls into its deadly trap. No one has ever been left out even if your life has been the greatest life ever or the worsest. Your judgment is clouded then the rain comes when a person takes advantage of them or the sun can come out. These things are all around us. Hidden in the people that walk by or in things that give the meaning of life.

8/10/07
Hate,love,fear,courage,war,peace,sorrow,and happiness. These things happen ,mostly throughout this world. Not one person can just stop it all. No one can stop this throughout the world.

What is love? What is hate? What is fear? What is courage? What is war? What is peace? What is sorrow? What is happiness? These are things all of us have experienced sometime in our lives. But I still have to ask myself these questions. Even if I seemed to be intelligent or bright. I still ask theses question. I put them into these situations that I can only explain them in because I don't have a simple statement or saying that will go through to you that will make you understand its full concepts' wish to explain in a more simple fashion, but I can't. I was built to make more of one thing. When you want an explanation from me you will find out yourself you will be told more then you bargained for. I warn you now that if you are ready to take on my full truth, get ready to have a clear schedule and sit down in a comfortable position because it will take a while. Even if you see right now that this looks short-its not. This is one explanation of what I think out of who knows how much that I can actually explain almost fully. When I say almost fully, it can go on for a while longer but I leave to there so you won't get lost. Who knows? You might just be the kind of person that can catch on right on that second I talk or after a while. This writing or whatever it is will be cut into a few pieces after I start writing or explaining however you want to put it. Everything I put onto this notepad and more will be saying straight out of my mind. What I think. What I feel. There will be more thought than just one for each category I think of. Now I will tell you now that I think of allot of things and it can just come out randomly. And when that happens I will put it in a different paragraph. It, I guaranty, will be the next thing that pops up into my expanded, and complicated but still understandable by other people, mind.

Hate is a cruel thing when either use wisely or foolishly. It can crush a thousand people or just one person. It is like tides of an ocean pushing you down to sea. And when you can't swim you will down by the pressure or the water. The water can be compared to that person that is crushing you down. It will fill your lungs, which is your heart, with water-hate. This can be stopped. A lifeguard can come to your rescue before the water completely pulls you in. That lifeguard can either be you or someone else. This is the same with fire. Like the saying-'Play with fire and you'll get burned.' This fire will cut down your breathing and you will soon suffocate. The fire can also burn you whether you're dead or alive. It will hurt badly when you're alive. Well this is like saying play with hatred and you will be one day killed. A firefighter can save you from this but will the firefighter be you or someone else. This is saving you from these situations or having to be saved. Fire and water can be the same or different. Either way, if you can't swim in water or hold out a bit longer in fire, you will be brought down by its powerful waves. It always ends in a bad solution when you play with the fire or when you don't know how to swim. But if you can fix it, you can save one or many lives around you. Whether it's just you. This can come out into an ugly result if you let it grow. Like water growing into a flood drowning more people than just you. And like fire growing into wildfire burning more than just one person in a building. This will both keep building up until someday when someone is strong enough to sustain it comes to fix the problem. Sure they would've have lost people but this one person had enough courage to stop it. Hate-I repeat-Hate, Is a cruel thing. Try not adding fire to the bonfire or overflow its tinted, dangerous cup with water.

Love is a wonderful thing in or for a person to have-if used wisely. Like hate it can wash over you like water or burn your heart like fire. It brings wonderful dreams during the day and night. Sharing the love in your heart around other people makes both you and the person happy. But that's only if you use it wisely. Love is supposed to be the main reason in living. It's first. Afterwards it making a living and surviving in it. The vines of a horned rose tie you into a tight embrace. Its thorns give you a feeling. A shock into your soul or a sting in time. These thick vines with its thorns grow deeper into the soil and the thorns anchor you down. You can't get out of it once you are tied into the many vines that have embraced you. Especially its thorns of which go into you flesh and won't let you escape. These thorns can hurt when you struggle in the them-to either get out or to settle in. This rose can be a beautiful growth or it can grow in an awful way. You can settle down into these vines, into a wonderful creation and its thorns left aside when completely grown. Or the horned vines can pierce through your skin and let crimson blood flow into puddles below your feet from your opened flesh. Either way it comes out tremendously beautiful. A picture that actually says a thousand complete words-and still making. A moving picture in which time keeps going forward as we know and not a picture standing still in its beauty. In this picture of a human tangled standing up, it's punctured down by its roots deep into the soil and its thorns deep into the flesh. On top of that full roses either in bloom or just complete stay shining red on the thorns, illuminating the clouded picture with broken soil for the background. The soil in which this rosebush has grown is full with rich soil. This picture tells me of a couple blooming into a hazardous area. Polluted with danger but they still manage to bring love. With this rose bush that has grown, it tells me that people around them in their love are also happy with this a blooming to understandment of their love. And there is still the matter of the opposite but yet the same picture, that has grown rotten and ready to die. This similar painting has a human trapped into the grasp of the horned rosebush. Its in pain while struggling to get the thorns out of his flesh while trying to manage to get rid of the vines intertwining with them. All its roses have grown grayish black with petals lightly flowing down onto the cold dead soil. Its roots cant bare the humans weight. Its bended over trying to sustain this pained human in its horned rose bush. The vines are dieing out, making it easier for the person to come out by breaking through its vines. Even if it comes out because the rose's vines, the person will still have scars of the thorns inflicted on him or her. If he or her comes out of this rottener plant, it would have meant that the relationship was dieing or wasn't meant to keep on growing. When the Peron can't get out it means the ties it has made with the other human were to strong and will forever remain like that until someone or something cuts down the vines and tears out the roots. Like I have said, It makes a beautiful movingpicture.

Fear is a trap. It's the thing that activates you adrenaline and makes you do surprising things-or predictable. (To continue once thought out thoroughly)

Depression. One thing most of us have in common with ourselves. There are all kinds of depression. I don't know if I really have it but whatever this is I hold inside, feels like depression.


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