thread specific

I came across a woman in green. She had legs that were lean and they went all the way up to her butt. She was like a tall tree standing alone in one big meadow; strong and beginning to show form and function. I did not speak with her, there was no need. She looked at me and blew me away. For me to say a word would be a crime. I watched her as she elegantly walked by me. She smiled and raised her shades momentarily. She knew she was smoking and so did I. Why she appeared in that place at that time I do not know nor do I care. Even if it wasn't real it was real enough for me to never forget it. She wore a green business suit threaded specifically for her, and it fit beautifully.

recognition dream

There are but a few people worthy in this life of any real note. Most of what we see is complete malarky. Those who have uniqueness are not all selected to be a part of the so called "dream of recognition". Creationism should be the freedom to be exactly and precisely the person you were designed to be. This realistic view is not encouraged; which is why it takes greater courage to overcome the negative from those who did not choose wisely. The fact is, we are not encouraged to be happy and excited about our lives. We are not socialized to be a positive shape around ourselves. We are products of a system rooted in prosperous times. But those times are no longer and adjustments need to made in all our lives. This is not compensatory, this is progression. Progressive thought requires people singular in character who are willing to listen and adjust without making promises contrary to action. 98.2 LLC

necessary control

Oh there is a mystical place of truth that defines all that is corrupt with our thought processes and angular perspectives of self promotion. These things come from a far off place and time where control was necessary during turbulent points of creation and confusion. Times are much different now as we have grown to become more tolerant of things and ways we may not agree with. To think of our time now in such a way as to compare it to any point in the past is a form of regression that we cannot afford. That mystical place where we find the need to compare is indeed no longer useful if one is to come to a better understanding things. We constantly search for truth, yet the last thing we want to deal with is the truth within ourselves as it compares to the old times. The fact is, there is no comparison.

difference in you

Take the journey into the deepest and darkest place you can think of and maneuver with those who travel alongside. Expect different things you will, but the draw will keep you in your place. If not happy in that place, abandon the area all together and say goodbye to that unholiness. No sights and sounds can prevent the heartache within and no replacements are coming. This is your life now and who you choose to associate with makes all the difference in you.

always and remains

Northside madness meets up with southside sadness in a messy, outdated way of playing the game. The young ones become frazzled and then mistakes are made. Those who see from the window will sleep well on this night; those involved will live to one day regret their stay. In this pool, the swimmers meet only when the sun goes down. Like toads they bounce along the shore to the waters edge until making the decision to go in not knowing they could be food for fish. The one who watches will also live to regret their view. They will one day wish they were right in the middle of it all; the madness from both sides meeting kindly in their messy and outdated way that always remains the same from one generation to the next.

one bad thing

There is a pain that does not stop. No matter what I do or say, there is always the memory of that one bad thing. I compare everything to that one bad thing. Lately, I have been falling back to that place where my value inside is next to nothing. When this happens I get a direct view of the realities in people. That one bad thing was a different time; a different place. I am now seeing very little difference between my one bad thing, in one of my bad times, and things other people must deal with-their bad thing(s). That pain never stops and everything else can only apply to me separate from my one bad thing in this time now. This is progress and this is good.

everyone their everything

Growing up an outcast gave me a form and perception predicated upon the idea that reality is indeed a social construction that has been passed down from one generation to the next. It is not of our design and we today are not responsible in any other way other than to perpetuate it by simply existing. Because we are given roles right out of the gate, we are lined up at different points either at the line or behind the line.
Being an outcast I had to get along with everyone, which gave me the ability to see things from various other perspectives. The experience has been thus far fulfilling. Not for me financially, but for me as a person individually. Being on the sidelines has its advantages. Because reality is a social construction, it is easy to read. The actors who play the roles they play, do so while letting everyone know their everything.