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Friday, December 25, 2009

RaGe(>,<)

 If I should have know or guessed by now when something good happens or when the water looks too still somewhere deep down there's a pot of steaming trouble brewing. I didn't or more of couldn't see it so I assumed that everything was fine, but that was of course until the huge pot of trouble exploded, and sent a huge hot crashing wave of volcanic eruption shooting upwards. I just looked at it in complete awe. Wow just thinking about the extent of which how much trouble some people would go to, just to stir up more trouble. I'm not sure if I'm actually supposed to be angry, upset or amused. Whatever it is I'm feeling right now, its an odd combination of all three. 
Its an odd thing to go to sleep one day only to wake up later to find everything is a little different. Upon further and more closer inspection you suddenly realize that something actually happened while you were asleep and left a path of destruction behind as testament to its wrath  and fury. So you go around to estimate the damages and offer assistance's. But there is only so much that one person can do.
Frankly that one little person is getting a "little wee bit" tired. He has always had his hands full with trouble conjured by naughty people. If there is one thing he has thought is that 'you can never resolve anything with anger', but he thinks nowadays maybe sometimes there can be exceptions. Nothing good can come out of bickering and raising fists but sometimes the only way you can deal with bitter begrudging is by simply barking back at it with equal intensity. Till such a time arrives I wish to have no inclining what-so-ever with such a deed. So today Ive finally found something new to pray for-To keep my calm for as long as it needs and might take.

~ Anyone can become angry; that is simple. But to be angry with the right person, to the right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose , and in the right way; that is not easy. ~ Aristotle

~ Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret. ~  Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Moi say the sequel

~No river can return to its source, yet all rivers must have a beginning.~



Ive been thinking about new beginnings for a while now and some how all that thinking coupled with my boredom and lots of ample time brought about this. A new blog...Aaaaa newww blogggg...I'm just repeating it cause Id like it to sink in for a while. Sink deep into my blood vessels, swish around there for a while, flow into my sells suspended in a abyss , disintegrate in particles of information that get picked up by the nervous system , which travels to the brain and seeps into it and settle there for a while amidst pink ooze ....OkEy...I'm done.

"Why do I need a new blog?" Well I don't know, nothing was wrong with my old one. In fact truth be told I actually liked the familiarity around there which I've grown accustomed to but Id like something new. Sometimes a little change is nice and I find that hard to say and even harder to consider doing considering I detest change.But Ive pretty much figured that for now I need somewhere to vent..a little more, form opinions..a little more, to rebel.. a whole little more ohhhhh and yes *ditch talk and literally dry some disliked peoples dirty linen out in the open..`This I just might do plenty` but that's just an added optional advantage.

So if I'm right then I suppose this is supposed to be a new beginning. Another new one, nothing all that new about it but still somehow new, I like this one. Don't really know why and oddly enough couldn't really care less to find out why now. At the moment I'm lost in thought and Id like to stay awhile that way; lost adrift in a wide open ocean of thought with no shore or bank. That is until I manifest some words which gather and string up into sentences to describe those thoughts.Then I'll have something to write about ; for next time, and somehow I'm thinking that ain't gonna take long.


~ Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. ~ Seneca