Glass is half full, glass is half empty argument. the glass will never be filled more then a drop if the selfish inconsideration of the world prevails. The mentality of the masses is such that everything is about them and no one else. Words hold no truth, nothing is believable and multitudes meaningless relationships amount to the same as a junkie looking for a fix. We are all addicts in one form or another, forever trying to fill that void inside. We stuff our hole with love or sex or god or children or money or any number of things, but they are all fallible ideas. As long as we keep up with this pretense that we are so very special and that we matter, we are doomed to repeat this. We are an insignificant speck, a blight in an otherwise amazing universe. So forget yourself, wake up each morning and look yourself in the mirror and tell you self that you are nothing. Then go out and help someone other then yourself.

Sitting and thinking here;
Alive and breathing clearly;
Waiting and hoping there’s more than just...

Sweating and bleeding for-
Giving, but taking more then;
Leaving me old and sordid and abandoned.

Listening to the hallow ends;
Of the algorithms in my head;
As the ambient and deafening;
Machinery surrounds me.

Crawling;
Forward.
Keeping;
A steady pace.
Don’t stop;
Wasting time;
Trying not to lose the taste!

It’s so WILD!
Here!
At my core...
Come my child;
Near;
And savor, this...

Life Brings Pain;
Loss;
Distain;
Love in vain;
Again and;
Again and;
Again and...

Pulsing and swaying in;
Devotion to preying sin that’s;
Open to anything, through this trust...

Saving and holding to;
Gather my thoughts of you in;
A differently abled view, standing on the brink of...

Focus on the bitter sweet;
As I try to recalculate;
These memories that resonate;
Chaos, love and reason.

Crawling;
Forward.
Keeping;
A steady pace.
Don’t step;
Across the line;
Dreaming of the silk and lace!

It’s so WILD!
Near!
My shore.
Swim my child;
Here;
Let me savor, this...

Trust and be;
Open;
Free;
Until the;
End.

Do you believe in me;
Am I real because you want to be?
Do you believe in what you see;
Illusions spread by imagery?
Is there a place for dreams;
Or just forgotten simple things?
A land of never never care;
A world wherever one would dare.
To me it's just a setting sun;
Resting now the day is done.
Darkened void of consciousness;
Mistress of the night undressed.
Milk white skin once eclipsed;
The gentle touch of fingertips;
Soft curves and mother night.
The words to send a chill of fright;
Along the spine trembling.
To glance back remembering;
Pain sweet and innocent;
Without moral contest.
Is this what is to know;
Or must we delve below;
To find our soul?

Just what our souls are searching for, and who are we to trust;
The truth, the lies, rueful disguises consistently coercing us.
Along this perilous journey we must face eternity and go;
Down unsafe paths, bereft always of love and freezing cold.

Old man wandering alone, tell me, what have you to say?
Has life left you yourself to lose the memories you've gained?
Who is here to listen, does the world sympathize;
Or just nod their heads and pity you with condescending eyes?

Sweet child, innocent and young, you too are dubbed the foolish one;
For your journey's still intended and your life has just begun.
Branded naïve and taught to believe whatever you are told;
Bound to this truth, sheltered in youth, until you grow too old.

When do we transcend this phase of elderly or youthful dreams;
What given age, what sets the stage to take us in-between?

is there an answer though? Mass re-education? How do you teach someone that words can be powerful, that they reflect the nature of our hearts? That is if they are understood and adhered to. It seems that a promise is only as good as the person making it, and that has to change. I wonder if the divorce rate is so high because there are too many options? You think that if people went into marriage with the mindset that it was a lifetime contractual agreement. That this said contract was only broken on penalty of death. Perhaps adding more gravity to the equation, they would not be so willy nilly about diving in haphazardly and thus less inclined to flee at the first sign of conflict. Instead it would be like, "Damn we had better focus on this love thing, or we are both gonna DIE!"

Festering, putrid, love. I despise the very thought, and yet, I am drawn back to its wretched embrace. All that it took from me I was willing to give, all that I gave was I willing to loose; all it has given me is regret and remorse, though the soft hand that dealt it felt nothing, of course. Sickened and twisted, decrepit, deformed; a plague that the world over, everyday mourns. Contaminating our hearts with desire to fly, only clipping our wings once we've gotten so high. This vile disease you call love it must end, for it's only recourse is in suffering and pain. It drives to a frenzy those infected souls, until they go spinning far out of control. I will crush it, I will! I shall smash with my heel, this disgusting and repugnant parasite! I...
I... I mean to say hello, how are you, let me open up the door, no allow me... It's raining rather hard, don't you think? Let me walk you to your car, can I take you for a drink? Oh she smiled! She smiled! How lucky can I be? Me! She has smiled at me... What can this mean? She has agreed! Funny, it didn't sting a bit... It was supposed to, wasn't it? Who cares? Not I! Did you see? Did you see the twinkle in her eyes? We walk away, together, once again a host for love.

Any views on the subject would add hope that there are signs of intelligent life out there. Especially after browsing random posts, the one thing I noticed is that most were filled with random excerpts of incoherent gibberish. Perhaps I have too much time on my hands... ta ta ta too much time, too much time...

we're screwed dude. women, hot or not can hookup without an app cause well they're women. After 30 unless our balls are dipped in gold men stand no chance. (and if dipped in gold, they just rip our balls off and move on.) any woman still single after 40 either has more baggage than five
people can carry, or they are more insane then most... (or both) best thing to do is forget women and focus on something you like. it sucks, but face it, they are so much into their devices that a meaningful conversation is out no matter where you are. so you might as well finish out your life doing something worthwhile instead of wasting it looking for that proverbial unicorn. then maybe, just maybe every so often some chick will look at your $hit be like, "Wow! you did all this? that is so cool! can i break it?" and you'll date her for a bit and get some, but it will evaporate eventually cause well, the whole insanity thing. and the cycle continues... too harsh?

So vague has language become that words lose their meaning and luster. We use words like love and hate to describe everyday things. It is rare to find a human bird that sings a tune true to its heart. Something that is supposed to grow with time and nurturing, is seemingly expected to flourish overnight. Instant gratification has eaten away at our very essence until all we seem to feel is what we can in the moment. And in all that, the idea of love diminishes in value until it is merely just a word we use as a pleasantry.

They both have their place. you can buy both, but you get what you pay for... actually that's not true, you seldom get what you pay for. besides it's a rigged system. you can eat the chocolate you pay for, but I would not recommend the same for the latter.

is that a line.... whoops I crossed it!