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A thousand ideas spring to mind, all of which have been used one hundred times before.
Each one speaking softly, the whitters of management are here only to tell me nothing. It's not as if I even think the ideas are good. I hate them. They should have never been used in the first place... it's not a case of unoriginal, it's a case of bad ideas. A suitcase of them.
But they sell me. They can sell me so one day, I can stand up and speak loudly in the way I want to. I'll have the comb in my back pocket and I'll tidy my hair instead of yours.
And it'll look fantastic.
So I'll sit and tap my feet, wait among the waving hands, "I've got an answer! Pick me! Pick me!"
You want an answer? Don't ask the teacher, ask yourself. For there are no teachers, only guiders, and most of the time we're guided the wrong way.
Music like heartbeats, speak to me on a cold day, and ask for my warmth inside. I do not wish to breath on you, to force the heat from my lungs down onto you. I only ask to hold you, a question that can be answered either way easily, ask you if you wish to know my comfort, face the second third fourth phase of life that hardly anyone reaches, and at that same time, ask for love, deep love.
Love can be at any level, as long as it's balanced. Even those that may seem tipped eventually you will find to be a horizon between the sky of clouds and the land of water, a small mix that beautifully defines each side, at the same time reflecting each other to speak in tongues to those that understand only that people can never be one thing, but many.
One day I will hug you, one day I will hit you. One day I will kiss you, one day I shall hate you. It's an almost certain fact, that all things, good, bad, they all end. Nothing lasts forever.
But why not... why can't it? Why can't we wake up in the same bed, wake up with the same smile, the same "I'm not going to talk to him tomorrow" hatred that sank us into a deep sleep.
I don't feel I've had enough hatred, enough stress and unwelcome pain, to deserve the rest of my life in eternal bliss. I must work, I must struggle, and then, only then, will I be balanced once more, like the innocent face that was born in those years that I can never remember.
Like the horizon that defines us. The good, the bad. We can tilt up and down, but we'll always centre out, and I have no intention of dying without a smile on my face.
And I can love life for all it's worth, and I can wake up and want to strangle it, beat it to the floor in a fury of tears and want no more from it. Want it to leave me, leave me alone and let me think for those last few seconds before I refuse to let anyone hear my breath once more.
But the seesaw tips up in front of me and I laugh, I watch as the cushion from the other side falls off onto my face, and begin climbing my way back up, usually falling over onto the other side for my trouble.
And with no doubt in my mind, I know nobody will understand life.
But I know they'll find it interesting.
A thousand ideas spring to mind, all of which have been used one hundred times before.
Each one speaking softly, the whitters of management are here only to tell me nothing. It's not as if I even think the ideas are good. I hate them. They should have never been used in the first place... it's not a case of unoriginal, it's a case of bad ideas. A suitcase of them.
But they sell me. They can sell me so one day, I can stand up and speak loudly in the way I want to. I'll have the comb in my back pocket and I'll tidy my hair instead of yours.
And it'll look fantastic.
So I'll sit and tap my feet, wait among the waving hands, "I've got an answer! Pick me! Pick me!"
You want an answer? Don't ask the teacher, ask yourself. For there are no teachers, only guiders, and most of the time we're guided the wrong way.
Music like heartbeats, speak to me on a cold day, and ask for my warmth inside. I do not wish to breath on you, to force the heat from my lungs down onto you. I only ask to hold you, a question that can be answered either way easily, ask you if you wish to know my comfort, face the second third fourth phase of life that hardly anyone reaches, and at that same time, ask for love, deep love.
Love can be at any level, as long as it's balanced. Even those that may seem tipped eventually you will find to be a horizon between the sky of clouds and the land of water, a small mix that beautifully defines each side, at the same time reflecting each other to speak in tongues to those that understand only that people can never be one thing, but many.
One day I will hug you, one day I will hit you. One day I will kiss you, one day I shall hate you. It's an almost certain fact, that all things, good, bad, they all end. Nothing lasts forever.
But why not... why can't it? Why can't we wake up in the same bed, wake up with the same smile, the same "I'm not going to talk to him tomorrow" hatred that sank us into a deep sleep.
I don't feel I've had enough hatred, enough stress and unwelcome pain, to deserve the rest of my life in eternal bliss. I must work, I must struggle, and then, only then, will I be balanced once more, like the innocent face that was born in those years that I can never remember.
Like the horizon that defines us. The good, the bad. We can tilt up and down, but we'll always centre out, and I have no intention of dying without a smile on my face.
And I can love life for all it's worth, and I can wake up and want to strangle it, beat it to the floor in a fury of tears and want no more from it. Want it to leave me, leave me alone and let me think for those last few seconds before I refuse to let anyone hear my breath once more.
But the seesaw tips up in front of me and I laugh, I watch as the cushion from the other side falls off onto my face, and begin climbing my way back up, usually falling over onto the other side for my trouble.
And with no doubt in my mind, I know nobody will understand life.
But I know they'll find it interesting.
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Ant wrote:
"Actually, I've never ever seen Mr Chainsaw post in the WWF Forum."
My brain, it's only my brain, don't take him seriously... ;0)
(B*****d.)
"Actually, I've never ever seen Mr Chainsaw post in the WWF Forum."
My brain, it's only my brain, don't take him seriously... ;0)
(B*****d.)
I deserve this gad, but only because it's an award for all the stuff I've wrote since last time I won, not for this. :0)
Grix Thraves wrote:
> Hey, I'm sorry you didn't win either mate, but that's the way it
> goes.
>
> (*puts hands on Mr Chainsaws shoulders, walks him back into the WWF
> forum*)
>
> (There we are, good boy.)
Actually, I've never ever seen Mr Chainsaw post in the WWF Forum.
Well actually, the WWE Forum. Thanks for changing it, SR.
Excellent post Grix, can't believe I didn't read it before now. I have to say, I found one of the last paragraphs about the cushion and the seesaw rather amusing. {:)
Congrats on the win, and yes, tell yourself you deserve it. Do it. NOW.
> Hey, I'm sorry you didn't win either mate, but that's the way it
> goes.
>
> (*puts hands on Mr Chainsaws shoulders, walks him back into the WWF
> forum*)
>
> (There we are, good boy.)
Actually, I've never ever seen Mr Chainsaw post in the WWF Forum.
Well actually, the WWE Forum. Thanks for changing it, SR.
Excellent post Grix, can't believe I didn't read it before now. I have to say, I found one of the last paragraphs about the cushion and the seesaw rather amusing. {:)
Congrats on the win, and yes, tell yourself you deserve it. Do it. NOW.
It's good to see posts in Life forum winning GAD.
Excellent Post!
The mind is like a boxing ring wherein extremes of every kind beat the living daylights out of each other. As long as we can always rise to our feet before the referee's count reaches the knockout 10, we'll be okay.
Great post.
Great post.
Thanks. Yeah.
y i no won?
Well Done Grix ya bawface
Well Done Grix ya bawface
Mr. Chainsaw wrote:
"I didnt expect to win seen as i didnt actually post anything. I just didnt think your post deserved to win, thats all."
Hey, neither do I.
"I didnt expect to win seen as i didnt actually post anything. I just didnt think your post deserved to win, thats all."
Hey, neither do I.
Well done on the GAD! Maybe I didn't read this topic and think 'that definitely deserves a GAD' but you have posted plenty of stuff in Life that does deserve GADs and doesn't get them. Nice to know they do still look in Life forum for potential winners... a lot of the stuff here is worthy.
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