Month: June 2016

Tourist of the Times

I’d like to take a trip somewhere no one’s ever been before

Though I don’t know when or where, just far away from here for sure.

A warm sandy beach, and ocean views are way too typical

I prefer a one way trip to Saturn, cold and mystical.

 

I’d like to take a trip somewhere, when past is present day

Where the Kings still rule and knights in armor enter in the fray.

I would travel to the Renaissance, to meet the Borgia pope

Or Henry VIII’s England, to keep my head I surely hope.

 

I’d like to take a trip somewhere, to feel what others feel.

Somewhere desolate and ruined, every strip a battlefield.

I would walk through Gaza barefoot, like the children I have seen.

To Iraq or Syria, and yes, I know what this would mean.

 

I’d like to take a trip somewhere, a tourist of the times

Hopefully while I’m still young and in the middle of my prime.

More than a vacation, a daydream that came to life

Until then, I’ll just keep visiting these places in my mind.

The Voices

Life should be a blessing, though to some it’s a curse

you’re damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.

How can you continue, to prosper and grow

when living just simply excites you no more?

 

Whole lists of achievements, and trophies to show

acquaintances feigning to feel what you know.

In a lonely dark place, where the shuttles don’t run

I hear lots of voices, yet faces see none.

 

Their words are just whispers, though, I hear them well

extended vacation, all paid for, in hell.

It hurts to admit, that I’m tempted at times

by voices with lives not too different from mine.

 

My mind has been poisoned, the heart will soon follow

any light that was left will too fade, as I wallow.

Awaiting the outcome, reserved to the fate

the voices are calling, no longer they wait…

 

Suicide affects all of us. If you, a friend or family member are suffering from mental illness or have suicidal thoughts PLEASE Call the Suicide Prevention Hotline @ 1-800-273-8255.

 

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What ever happened to… Slow Dancing

As a kid, every show with a middle school aged child had an episode about a school dance. The characters were always concerned about dancing with two left feet or stepping on their crush’s toes. Eventually the mother would swoop in to save the day, teaching the kid how to hold the girl’s waist and lead. He’d go to the masquerade, approach his crush for a dance and nail the technique. Every time.

Do schools even have middle school dances these days? If they do, I’d wager a bet that most of the dancing is twerking and grinding to fast songs. The connection created between two adolescents sharing their first slow dance is a moment that is not to be missed. It’s one of those points on the timeline of growing up, or at least it used to be.

I went to the prom in 2008, and let me tell you… there was ZERO slow dancing occurring there. As a matter of fact, at one point I ended up in a circle of about 5 girls all twerking around me. Last year, I went to a wedding where there wasn’t even any slow dancing. The bride and groom didn’t even share a dance together! If brides and grooms aren’t even slowing dancing together, there is no hope for a 12-year-old boy to plot one on his timeline before high school.

Slow dancing is an important part of the interactions between boys and girls at that age, and it must be nurtured. Boys should be taught to respect the young ladies, and the young ladies should be taught to be respectable. Removing the importantance of this social interaction, is having a greater impact that I think we realize. The confidence, respect and feeling of accomplishment of a slow dance, just doesn’t compare with much else during the ever important adolescence. Twerking inspires lust, slow dancing inspires love.

What I Need From You Is…

…Understanding.

Some people will argue that communication is the key to a successful relationship, in reality it starts with understanding. Oddly enough, reality and understanding don’t often cross paths. If we communicate in two different languages, there can quite literally be NO understanding. As simple as it may sound, the concept of having an understanding can at times, be more idealistic than we’d prefer.

Best practice would be to work on gaining an understanding of one another from day 1. The idealism of understanding, remains such due to the medieval level of double crossing, that occurs in the course of some relationships. They can quickly become conspiracies without understanding. One person conspiring against another.

Not what I’d have in mind for my next relationship(s), surely. Usually, you can spot the signs of a conspiracy in play. Understanding is something everyone should want, there should be no resistance to this. Don’t unknowingly enter into a conspiracyship, and end up getting stabbed in the back a la Julius Caesar.

Et tu, Boo thang?

What a Shame

When most people think of embarrassment, they usually speak of rather trivial happenings. Holes in pants, falling in mud or having something in their teeth, for instance. I won’t argue, maybe to some people this does amount to embarrassment, although much more self-conscious in its definition. The embarrassment I feel is a far greater embarrassment. A cultural, and societal embarrassment, that only seems to be worsening.

The embarrassment I feel seems irreversible. In a world where promiscuity has become acceptable, and even encouraged at times, it leaves me feeling naked. Exposed to a world that I never intended to be apart of. It’s everywhere. Social media has taken the privacy and sanctity of relationships, and exploited it for double taps. We’ve got Man Crush Mondays and Women Crush Wednesdays, living and dying to be one or the other on a weekly basis. You’d be hard pressed to find a young person these days, who has not fallen victim to social media in one way or another. Friends have been ruined, hearts broken yet we remain none the wiser. The belief that if you don’t display your relationship status on Facebook, then you don’t care about your partner. That to me, is embarrassing.

We are all entitled to the unalienable rights of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. The pursuit of happiness should not include women objectifying themselves on social media, all the while wondering why they can’t find a partner. That is embarrassing. This is not a bashing of women, as men are just as responsible for creating this toxic environment. When men are the ones giving social media models thousands of double taps per picture, the normal women become alienated. That must be what we all want right? No. Never in the history of America, has being completely reckless in action been as rewarded as it is now. That is embarrassing. I am more embarrassed by the current state of affairs, than I have ever been with ripping a hole in my jeans.

 

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Embarrassing
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