I don't get chocked up, but god-damn this is sad . . .

This is love . . .

Not being in love . . .

 

 

 

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

 

"I won't let her die!"

Have you ever had a "Stacy's Mom"? I heard this song on the radio on the way home from work, and I had forgotten how much I liked this video, it is pretty funny.

But it reminded me of a "Stacey's Mom" I remember when I was growing up. Although she wasn't a girlfriend's mother, she was my best friend's mother. I think back about that now, it's kind of funny. Last time we where in St.Louis (where I grew up), visiting my parents, I had a chance to see my friend's parents (as he lives in Pittsburgh now) and I still got that sheepish feeling seeing her. Although she is much older now, and still the loving second mother that I had growing up, those memories of her where still there. I guess that goes for most boys, as they go through puberty.

Did any of you guys have a "Stacy's Mom"?

Or ladies, did you have a "Stacy's Dad"?

 

 

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

 

"Knappmiller, you got two choices.  Option A: You give me the ring.  Option B: I make you give me the ring."  "I'll take option B."  "Wrong choice!"

God, Man and Religion

God, loves his children, I am told
Man, doesn't listen, they are sold
Religion doesn't serve its intended purpose, to bring you to the fold

God, sits up on high, far away it seems
Man, struggles down below, where evil teems
why is Religion so afraid to be part of the team?

is there a God that cares?
or is this just Man's sordid affair?
with Religion too busy with it's own affairs

God, says all are his to come to
but Man says, that is not what to do
does Religion agree too?

a child's life, God's hands missed
a child's life Man's hands missed
a child's life Religion's hands missed

i asked God what he had against me
i asked Man what he had against me
i already know what Religion has against me

there is so much turmoil, as God looks down on us
and Man makes so much fuss
while Religion takes so much of us

to God i ask when will it all end?
to Man i ask will it ever end?
and to Religion i ask please bring this to an end

God says that we are all his children
Man brings more and more, to life, these children
Religion, spawning of the darkness, more children

i asked God what he had against my son
i thanked Man for the help that they gave my son
to Religion i warned, stay away from my son



May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"What if God was one of us? Just a slave like one of us? Just a stranger on the bus, tryin' to make His way home."

The silent call of the siren of lust. As it quietly closes inward, expanding outward. Reaching out for your soul. It's sweet, clammy hand, pulling at you. Pulling you toward the lustful desires buried deep within the blackness of everyone's soul. The carnal feelings that stir our bodily fluids to a frenzied whirlpool. Swirling and mixing until all sense of ourselves is lost in the animalistic lusts that urge us forward.

I want to reach out to her. She stands there. You can see the warmth, the sweat rolls down her neck and chest, leaving the impression of shinning stars glistening on her skin. When she moves it is fluid. There is no effort. As if the earth and wind contour to her every move. To obey her command. Bow to her. Give in to her. Submit.

I can almost feel her against me, before she has even reached me. Feel the presence and the warmth of her bare chest against me. I can feel the tingle in the pit of my body. Feel it rise to a crescendo. Envelop me. Encompass me. Devour me. Until I am completely spent.

And there is nothing to do, but give in. To fight it only makes her stronger, makes her grip tighter, her will like stone. There is no escape and there is no resisting. You will be her's. She will own you. And the best that you can do is obey her, and please her. To do anything else is heresy. And punishment for such heresy is severe indeed.

Now the power of three. What is her power is theirs as well. They seduce and placate, deceive and reveal. Love and lust, two sides that are on the same side. Neither needed, and both desired. They tease and flaunt. Give and take, but never what you cannot give and never what you cannot receive. No more than you can handle and take no less than you can live without. A perfect balance in the number of three.

When they leave you, you are but a shell. Spent and used. Happy and satisfied. Left not wanting. The perfect balance in the number three.

Perfect perfection . . .

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"You were the choosen one! You were suppose to bring balance to the force, not leave it in darkness!"

Sitting on that rock, by the stream, waiting the inevitable. But when? As she looks out onto the stream she can see a small figure in the distance. She doesn't have to be able to see, she already knows what it is. What it's purpose is and it's intentions with her.

She thinks back . . . how did it all go wrong? Well she knows how it went wrong. Maybe why did it go wrong? But that too has it answers. They are there she just doesn't want to relive them. How delicate the webs that we weave of intricate lies and deception. The things that we will allow ourselves to do, to get what it is we want. And in the end, when it is all said and done, do we really feel satisfaction with what we have attained, after all the things we did to get it. She thinks about that. About what she did, and as she does, she realizes why she is sitting at this bank waiting for her ferry ride.

She looks up again. He's a bit closer now. She knows who he is. She knows what he has come for and his intentions with her. But she has never seen him. And as the ferry slowly rides the waves to the shore, she can see him more clearly.

She thinks back again. Thinks and wonders. Did she do the right thing? When does the end not justify the means. And who is to say where that thin line lies. No one would judge a man that steals a loaf of bread to feed his family. But what about the man that steals lobster to feed his family. When does it not become a necessity? When is it a luxury that we will kill for? A man that stands on the corner for money, and spends more on alcohol than food. A woman that sacrifices her integrity to get what she wants? A higher position? Money? A safe home for her children?

She looks out again, at the water. The ferry comes ever closer, with it's driver steering it to it's destination. By now she can hear the creaking of the boat's wooden hull as the waters splash against it. The ancient wood that was forged to create the ferry that would for eternity take those that make that decision to the place that they will forever reside. The destination from which there is no exit. A destination that we all choose, whether we know it or not. She looks out again. The monstrous driver of the ferry's evil face twisted into a mocking smile. It seems that his lips part to release the horrific laugh of the mocking of the damned.

She thinks back. She thinks back to when this turn of events started. The decision that put her where she is right now. The reason that she has to take this ride back to nowhere. To the end of all things. And now she wonders if it was worth it all. As she sits here, she wonders.

The ferry finally hits the shore. She can still hear the creaking of the ancient wood, and it rocks back and forth in the water. Ever so often, bumping against the rock of the shore. Her ride is here. The taxi is waiting and the destination is set.

She hands him the fare . . .

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

"I myself am a master of the custodial arts. Or a janitor if you wanna be a dick about it."