My goal.

Alright guys, so this is my goal...I am going to write a post everyday for the next month....here it goes.

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Just thinking about nothing...
Which is something,
You cannot think about nothing,
obviously if your thinking about it,
it has to be something,
how can you think about that which you have never known?
And how can you determine what you are thinking about,
If the thought had never existed in the first place,
Just thinking about nothing....which is something....

"What the......"

When I go walking down the street often times people will turn and see me and say something...either to me or after I have passed by. I have gotten some nice compliments, and also some not so nice comments...


I guess what I am trying to get at here is my image...what people think when they see me...
it is really quite a prejudice and odd way of thinking. Most times people either think I am a rebel, druggie or just hardcore...I am really none of those things, If I was to describe myself to you I would say that I am more of a laid back, fun loving guy...well, most times anyways...
But the point is that too often somebody wont even give you a chance just based on the way you look, and most times the way they judge you is completely wrong...


More than likely I will end up having to change my appearance just so that I will be able to land a job somewhere...hopefully not, but still, my chances are pretty slim...
Its just so weird that you can't really have your own image...its sort of like you have to submit to the world to get somewhere...and if you don't then you are just rejected....
People in general don't want to hang out with someone who is uncool and has no taste in style...but you know what, I don't really think I want to hang out with such a person anyways...I like individuality...you can have your style , I'll take what I've got...every man to his own.


And you know what, I say screw it...for as long as I can anyways, bring on the dreads ,bring on those weird shades, bring on those tight neon pants...and let nothing come in the way of expressing yourself...whether through art, music, what you wear, or whatever you do...be who you want to be, do what you want to do...who cares what anyone else thinks, not me anyways.

Learning....

So what should I say,
Scared to speak, let alone move,
"I suppose I shoulds" filled my head,
and I'd end up standing still,
Until one day when it happened by chance,
That my thoughts carried through,
It happened so gradually,
and everything is still new,
Not quite sure of what Im doing,
But im learning pretty quick,
I've learned that if I offer my hand to hold hers,
She wont think Im insane,
Ive learned that saying nothing can say everything,
Ive learned to take in the moment,
Ive learned how to laugh,
Ive learned so much in these weeks that have passed,
And so as I have many times heard it said,
"Then in the end,
the love you take,
is equal to the love....
you make"....

This is my Sam's town

Hey guys,

So today I was listening to a live version of a song called Sams town,

at the beginning of the song the lead singer says " I hope you have all found your Sam's town" and it got me thinking..."where is my Sam's town"...for me it is not a physical place, but more of a spiritual place, a place where I feel comfort and peace, a place where I can get away from the world for a little while, it is my home, it is My Sam's town...So I hope that whoever you may be, and whoever you plan to be, or hope to be....I hope that you have found your Sam's Town, your place to run to when all seems lost, your place of comfort....your home.

Bluebird song

Oh jeeze

My head is spinning out of control,
I dont know whats real,
I cant focus,
I cant reach or grasp what I need,
I feel an end coming to this,
I can see it,
I run towards it with all my strength,
but then I get worn out and I find myself further away,
I figure I should just keep pressing on,
Walk through the screams the darkness and the pain,
I will find the end,
And when I do it will have all been worth it,
even though they will try to trip me,
and sometimes I will fall,
I will keep moving,
I will never stop,
Until I reach my destination,
Call me a fool if you will,
Beat me...push me over the edge,
And I will prove to you that I can take more than you can dish out,
I refuse to stay still,
and take all of your bullshit,
Im better than this,
And you know it,
so here I am today,
beat down, pale, and weak,
Blood stains the face,
my eyes are weary,
but you cannot break me,
I will keep fighting,
and theres nothing you can do about it,
Cause I have a strength that you refuse but know,
I have allies that watch over me,
and in the end,
Ill go ahead,
and you'll stay here and die,
I will breath fresh air,
I will see the sun,
I will see his face,
and he will say,
"Well done my humble and faithful servant"