greed

That's the life we have, the life we take for granted.
There is a thing in the world called the essence of man. Depending on which time frame you are looking at, the essence of man is that of greed in all its forms. This was not the intention but it is most definately the result. On the big timeline, we occupy a time of change where people are scrambling for cover under the blanket of warmth and security. This mentality is what shapes those who play and is of no use to those who do not. It's fine to want, just make sure you want in a way that is realistic and not like the one they sold long ago. That was a complete lie!
That's the life we have, the life we take for granted!

for accomodation sake

We all need a place to go, the place where we feel safe. It should not be a physical spot and we should never rely on another to find it. I truely believe once you give up that place, that box, that resting spot, you give up the one thing that is truely yours only to be replaced with something else that never seems to merge right with the original. The ensuing inner conflicts that inevitably arise from walking so long away from that spot bring agitation. This imbalance inside stirs wrong emotions that have little to do with the situation at hand yet vitally affects that situation. The eventual change of course causes one to search again for that place from even a greater distance than before; or at least a dissimiliar surrounding perspectives which again shape new thoughts that may or may not lead back to the original spot.
It is likely that spot will never be seen again. Time usually takes care of this for all of us. But that reality does not satisfy those who have found success in their lives. If you ask truely successful people how they came to be that way they all will say," I thoroughly enjoy creating something that means so very much to me." For it is through creation and imagination that beautiful things come to light that shine brightly upon that spot, that place, that true sense of being. 98.2 everything else is bullshit with icing!

bumpers

I had an image in my head and it made no sense to me. I thought long and hard about it and have arrived at a conclusion. First, relationships burn out. If you think they don't then you are unconscious and tremendously satisfied with half assing yourself. The image was of my friend getting married and playing house. He was restricted, she was restricted, and they burned out sexually long ago. Once the sex goes, it is only a matter of time before bing bang boom you are unsexworthy.
Marriage is a waist of time unless it is like the one marriage I have seen that is still working today after years. Open marriages relieve the sexual tension and allow space between the two taxpayers who reep the financial benefits in every way possible. They both work hard and enjoy the nicer things in life. As adults, discreet affairs work wonders for keeping excitement alive in our individual lives.
A good hard bump every now and again cannot possibly be a bad thing. I know when I get bumped I wear protection just in case my bumpers are losing air and no longer are effective.
What is it about people and searching for self? Why do we lie so much inside? You would think as we get older we would not be such tight asses, but there are some people who have very tight asses. These are the people you never ever want to marry because they will always be on the look out for the BBD baby, the bigger better deal. This is why there is an on deck circle near the plate between the car and your apartment containing a new player in the game. Little does he know he occupies a temporary space in this game. That is of course unless he is a moron and is looking to secure a spot in one hell of a long drawn out game full of nonaction and nonanything for that matter.

three trees for prosperity

The prosperity tree blooms and is pushed through daily rederick leading to discontent and lack of patience. The fact that someone occupies marginal status does not fly for those on the career pathway. What they desire is more and the system prompts this effort. As specialization has become the order of the day, so too has the idea of personal touch and empathy. The world is moving too fast for that and people, well, they really do not care.
In our desires to achieve, in time, we will find we have alienated people, made people to feel uncomfortable and unsure of themselves, and became what we hated in people when we were younger. It is then the natural shift from innocence to bitterness takes place in our final bid for supremacy in our minds eye.
Some people are better off alone, others, could care less due to their climb on the tree of prosperity. That said, everyone finds a way eventually to be truely unhappy. For some, this is the only way. For others there is always pills for their sore arms and hands.

new mornings, long days, sleepless nights

Our passion prizes come and rise through the freshly broken glass to serve as a resting point before the big journey begins. The blood is the lubrication that brings meaning to the process but it is not the blood and passion alone that can carry any one man or woman, woman or man. What you see in these people is patterns inconsistent with the patterns of the day.
The unpredictability of passion makes it just enough to merit comfort in the most uncomfortable of places not as a means to any end but as a means for living through the times when people are not so receptive to change or new wordings paired with new music that rocks the underground.
What people want is something they cannot have through the sheer act of wanting. What people want is what other people have. To be in that place makes a fool out of people. The passion you seek must never be for anybody including yourself. It is something past control and it can never be harnessed. The prize will come not in payments as it usually presents itself in a way meaningful only to you. The blocks come form fitted and matted so one day you can see progress through the symphony of caring. The prizes are the reflections or results of what passion brings. Usually, those reflections come from the bits and pieces of blood spattered glass on the floor beneath your feet. You can see yourself can't you?

tomorrow $ yesterdays

It comes from the knowledge lost long ago when there were no worries of tomorrow and yesterdays when the time was now and we were at the ready for experience and thought. We reflected only to build upon new ranges and thoughts. There was utility in those days and things always seemed to get done with a fresh face earmarked with zeal and graciousness. Now look what we have become in our age all propped up in self. We think so much within a limited set of options that we cannot ever get back to the days when we served nobody but ourselves in our persuits in the creation of a more joyful today. Now, we just think too far into the future to ever enjoy today. Well, not me, but you do. 98.2

the manufacturing kind

I think if people understood that all of us no matter where we come from face the same difficulties and challenges in one form or the other just to get through each day. For some in our world this means pure survival based on finding something to eat or hiding from those who seek to do physical harm by rape and murder. For others it means being able to make house payments and car payments while balancing a huge credit card debt.I think if people took a look outside their immediate world, if only for a moment each day, then maybe one day people will think twice or three times even before passing judgements, irrational rationalizations, or preconceived opinions based solely and specifically on misinformation about a single person or an entire group of people. Our temporary status on this planet merits more respect for people than imbalance based on some ritualistic hatred cycle that promotes division and contempt among an already stressed world full of individuals dangling and spinning in the wind from the stickyness of the media web. What is real is people in pain. What is real is people undecided and confused running into their caves with jars of gasoline and flip flops slipping in the sand as the petro spills out from the spout. We can all identify with this visualization. Maybe a good crash is just what we need to create jobs. Maybe we need a second revolution of the manufacturing kind.