Now that you're gone,
I can forgive you.
Not that I ever wanted it,
Us to end.
It's that I was hurt,
Maybe we were both wrong,
And both too stubborn.
But our love remains strong.
You were right,
To stay away from me.
I would have fought you,
Win or Lose.
No more tears,
Or anger or regret.
Nothing.
I'm still sad to see you go.
Goodbye.
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Wednesday, May 31, 2017
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
My Best Friend
Maura is my best friend.
Yes, she is very attractive,
Beautiful, handsome, lovely.
She's a Star Wars fan,
And a social warrior.
I remember how we became friends.
At a political science class,
We had a 2 unit Santa Cruz mountain retreat.
She was wearing a bright red shirt and had a lip ring.
She was very outspoken too.
We were supposed to trade numbers,
With 2 people at the end of the retreat.
I ran up to her and got her number.
I said we'd go out I'd take her out to eat.
I asked her to marry me.
First time I'd ever asked a woman to marry me,
And she said no.
She's lovely, yes, and I tell her that all the time.
It's not me being charming, it's me being truthful.
She's beautiful inside and out.
We've never dated romantically though.
I think I just love her and don't want to hurt her,
Like I've done to so many women in my life.
Maura is my best friend.
I'll love her forever and nothing can change that.
The offer to get married still stands.
Yes, she is very attractive,
Beautiful, handsome, lovely.
She's a Star Wars fan,
And a social warrior.
I remember how we became friends.
At a political science class,
We had a 2 unit Santa Cruz mountain retreat.
She was wearing a bright red shirt and had a lip ring.
She was very outspoken too.
We were supposed to trade numbers,
With 2 people at the end of the retreat.
I ran up to her and got her number.
I said we'd go out I'd take her out to eat.
I asked her to marry me.
First time I'd ever asked a woman to marry me,
And she said no.
She's lovely, yes, and I tell her that all the time.
It's not me being charming, it's me being truthful.
She's beautiful inside and out.
We've never dated romantically though.
I think I just love her and don't want to hurt her,
Like I've done to so many women in my life.
Maura is my best friend.
I'll love her forever and nothing can change that.
The offer to get married still stands.
Monday, May 8, 2017
Culture
Standards come from having no standards.
Because of standardized culture.
It hurts the ones loved most,
Including the self.
It hurts the ones loved most,
Including the self.
But it can be overcome.
If freedom is available,
RUN TO IT.
RUN TO IT.
Be able to roam with happiness in your heart.
Because there shouldn’t be constraints involved.
Shaming others on unused ideals,
Is a misconception of uneducated beliefs.
A manmade perception,
To guilt others of pleasure.
To guilt others of pleasure.
A way of dealing with pain.
Too much pain needs relief.
Faith blinds the weak,
Because there is never freedom in it.
Because there is never freedom in it.
Be free to do as you please.
Not to settle for mediocrity,
Or to expect the unexpected,
Only the undefined is necessary.
Only the undefined is necessary.
Happiness is used as a means to an end,
And used by the disillusioned.
More than money or arrangements,
It's denial.
And used by the disillusioned.
More than money or arrangements,
It's denial.
It's a counterfeit to the mind being truly stable.
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