After a forum in my Uni for the male species it dawned on me to spill out a few details that we all seem to forget.
There is this thought that guys (the male species) has a problem or issues with showing and expressing emotions or we just I dont know dont feel.Well ummmmm. . . . . WRONG.Here is the thing from time memorial we are breed to be warriors,providers,fear nothing BUT intimacy.Lets face it especially in our collectivistic cultures and societies.The men are made to think crying is weak or showing or deep emotions is womanly.We grow up with these thoughts and conceptions.With time they harden,deepen and eventually end up being intergrated into our very persona.It becomes us to be macho and show this hard exterior even when we are crumbling and breaking on the inside.
And the really messed up part especially with our generation is that if you do show your emotions,let yourself be vulnerable and sensitive then you are either called Gay,get screwed over or are considered not man enough.Regardless of the exposure we get out of the house its what we learn from those men closest to us (i.e. in our family) that has the earliest and at the most profound effect on us.Our fathers,brothers and uncles that inevitably will mold us or are the examples of the men we are to grow into.But it doesnt mean that just because they are our idols that they are positive ones.These older men grew up in houses where their men figures didnt hug them,tell them they loved them,showed them affection or taught them how to treat and express their feelings to the opposite sex.And thus that gets passed down from generation to generation.Im not justifying how some of my species is or act but ladies Im just saying that before you point fingers and generalise the actions of one to the whole species you should maybe think about it why it is he is as is.Hey if he is genuinely an asshole you drop his ass like a bad habit.Im just saying that at times guy pretend to be dumbfcuks because they scared,dont know how or what to do with how they feel or worse run away from intimacy as I said earlier.We really arent taught what intimacy is or how to even show it.Im just saying my dear brothers that it ISNT sex.And worst part most of us think or see it that way.The best way and I think the only way to change the perception or view since its cause of our own stupid actions and words that end up in the females thinking or believing that we are the douche bags that we are.We need to start talking and expressing how we feel.If the woman thinks of you badly cause you told her of your insecurities and fears then she aint woth your time.A real woman told me that a man who can shed a tear and lean on her shoulder means more than all the presents,chocolates and flowers that you can ever get her.Oh and thats another thing.Getting gifts and all that is all good but dont over do it.Quality is better than quantity.An hour with your lady just sitting down the two of you talking and just being together will mean more than those flowers you keep sending everyweek to buy her off.Talk to your women.Open up to them if they dont appreciate it then bail and a real woman wouldnt make you feel bad about it.On the contrary behind every great man stands a woman.You dont believe me?Think of it this way Superman being all powerful and mighty had a weakness.Kryptonite isnt it?But regardless of how messed up he got it wasnt the Sun that gave him his drive to battle evil but it was always his love for Louis Lane.Samething with Spiderman or the Hulk.Even in the movies there is always that one woman.Be it mother,wife or daughter.We can be as hard as diamonds but in the end our women makes us invincible and gives us the support we need when we have fallen so we may rise up and conquer all.So talk to the women and women listen and dont pre judge.Find out why it is that men may act like boys or why it is we ended up the way we did.If the guy wont tell you then his boys or girls will let you know (provided you good with them).
I say this to the ladies not all guys are the same judge eachone on their own.Dont carry luggage with you and make him pay for shit that ain his fault and please just cause your girlfriends may have ended up with a few shitty guys dont mean that you will to.
LADIES AND GENTS.The point is judge and get to know the guy/girl themselves.Dont bring any misconception or prejudices from previous encounters or situations.I know its hard believe me I speak from experience but if you truely want things to work out well then you may have to just close your eyes,hold your breathe and plunge into that cold icy water and just hope,pray and make sure you did your best so as not to drown.
Think about it
Jah Bless
Sunday 24 July 2011
Wednesday 20 July 2011
Melt downs
So is it true or not that a person can have a break down or melt down in their life time or are they more common than we think?I will let you judge that at the end of this post.
I had my own break of sorts lately.Why?Simple really.I kept thing in in in in in.And the outlet I had decided on.As always the usual deviant behavior,drinking a tad more than usual,supressing,pretending that everything is ok etc.Basically the norm not acknowledging the feelings and emotions attributed to what is going on.But funnily enough it helped in the short run anyway.Until later when the intoxication or high settles down I actually found myself pondering more vigorously on those aspects even more so than I was "sober."
Its true at times we would rather not acknowledge or come to terms with what is happening.Its easier going on with life like nothing is wrong.We all need an outlet.If its screaming your head off, killing the hell out of video game characters,doing a sport and kicking ass at it.That sort of thing.Long as it doesnt harm you or another person in the long or short run (yes that includes the drinkig and smoking and the dumb shit we do to try and forget).
Sometimes something as simple as crying and letting it out can make you feel a million and one times better.Anyway after my break down and a few tears later I felt a tad bit better.Made me start thinking about alot of things and how I couldve better handeled some situations.
Long story short at times it isnt bad to let go find a shoulder to cry on or find a way to let it out.Especially when you think no one else can understand what you going through or how you feeling.
It isnt a melt down or break down.In reality it happens cause we keep things in and they do end up overwhelming you.Thus you break down cause lets face it the lid is full and shit gotta pop.Better let everything out whenever you not well rather than letting it build it and explode.It could make you lose friends and make you get alienated.Cause seriously when some of us explode (yap me included) we get mean, hurtful and just down right nasty to those around us.Even the ones we love.
Youd be surprised at how those people around you who are all smiles seem as if things are alright are actually going through their own personal hell and compared to yours,you seem to be having a vacation.
Talk to your people,let things out,cry,scream beat up a pillow if you must.But just let it out before it eats at you from the inside out completely devour you leaving justa shell of your true and former self.
Think about it.
Jah bless
I had my own break of sorts lately.Why?Simple really.I kept thing in in in in in.And the outlet I had decided on.As always the usual deviant behavior,drinking a tad more than usual,supressing,pretending that everything is ok etc.Basically the norm not acknowledging the feelings and emotions attributed to what is going on.But funnily enough it helped in the short run anyway.Until later when the intoxication or high settles down I actually found myself pondering more vigorously on those aspects even more so than I was "sober."
Its true at times we would rather not acknowledge or come to terms with what is happening.Its easier going on with life like nothing is wrong.We all need an outlet.If its screaming your head off, killing the hell out of video game characters,doing a sport and kicking ass at it.That sort of thing.Long as it doesnt harm you or another person in the long or short run (yes that includes the drinkig and smoking and the dumb shit we do to try and forget).
Sometimes something as simple as crying and letting it out can make you feel a million and one times better.Anyway after my break down and a few tears later I felt a tad bit better.Made me start thinking about alot of things and how I couldve better handeled some situations.
Long story short at times it isnt bad to let go find a shoulder to cry on or find a way to let it out.Especially when you think no one else can understand what you going through or how you feeling.
It isnt a melt down or break down.In reality it happens cause we keep things in and they do end up overwhelming you.Thus you break down cause lets face it the lid is full and shit gotta pop.Better let everything out whenever you not well rather than letting it build it and explode.It could make you lose friends and make you get alienated.Cause seriously when some of us explode (yap me included) we get mean, hurtful and just down right nasty to those around us.Even the ones we love.
Youd be surprised at how those people around you who are all smiles seem as if things are alright are actually going through their own personal hell and compared to yours,you seem to be having a vacation.
Talk to your people,let things out,cry,scream beat up a pillow if you must.But just let it out before it eats at you from the inside out completely devour you leaving justa shell of your true and former self.
Think about it.
Jah bless
Monday 4 July 2011
That Kind of Love
Ever wanted that kind of love that makes you have premature ventricular contractions (makes your heart skip a beat)
The kind of love that makes your leg shoots up when you get kissed
The kind of love where you spend all day talking and end up falling asleep while you on the phone with each other
The kind of love where even complete and total silence is welcoming cause you are with your love
The kind of love where she pouts and sulks over nothing so that you are coaxed into telling her how you feel
The kind of love where you find everything about the other person cute
You know the snoring when they sleep as you stay up and watch them sleep,
The lil drool that’s left on the pillow when they wake up
That one unruly hair that just won’t stay in place
The kind of love where you check your phone every two minutes to see if they texted or called (even though you can clearly here the ringtone when they do)
The kind of love where you call at random times to say the most random of things that only makes sense to the two of you
The kind of love where you leave sticky notes all over the place so that wherever they look or go reminds them of how you feel
The kind of love where you get mad and angry over the smallest of things and all it takes is a smile from them and everything just seems alright
The kind of love where everything could be going wrong in your life but you have the love to fall back on and it softens the blows and cradles you into bliss
The kind of love where she comes to you crying, you hold her and ask her, “Whose ass am I kicking?”
The kind of love where you’d walk through the rain to get airtime just to answer a text
The kind of love where just a mere thought of the person puts a smile in your heart
The kind of love where the grass seems greener, the sky looks bluer and even the air tastes sweeter
The kind of love where you miss them before they even leave and you get nervous and anxious right before you see them again
The kind of love where you text them and write lil notes even though they right next to you
Where you still get a bit shy around each other
Giggle for the smallest of things and act like a bunch of three years kids
The kind of love where your poetry is better than Shakespeare’s
Your voice sounds better than Luciano Pavarotti
The kind of love where it’s so enclosed in itself and so vain like when Narcissus first saw his image
The kind of love where that has a beauty that would make Aphrodite mad to her core
The kind of love where even when you out with your boys or girls or you clubbing you still texting and talking about them
The kind of love where you show your people those sweet messages that just touch your heart
The kind of love where it’s so intimate that you end up spooning and snuggling with your clothes on and yet it’s so very intense
The kind of love where they are the only one who can get you hot and bothered under the collar
The kind of love where you clueless to all the others trying to get with you cause they just don’t measure up
The kind of love where almost anything and everything reminds you of moments you spent with them
The kind of love where you daydream and fantasize the future
The kind of love where after lil intoxication you profess your feelings to whoever is in earshot
The kind of love where you blow off the boy or girls to spend time with you’re loved on
The kind of love where even when you have plans they seem to evaporate when you have the chance to be with the one you love
The kind of love where you could be in the middle of playing the latest Call of Duty and you would pause the game to text back or in the middle of a shopping spree
The kind of love where you worry when the texts take too long to be answered or when the phone calls isnt answered
The kind of love where you spend all day and night doing nothing and not even feeling hungry just fed by each other’s presence
The kind of love where it like you back to those high school days
You know that kind of love where you tell your friend to tell the person you like how you feel
The love that fills you up completely
But alas those with a closed heart
Cant experience that kind of love.(Think about it)
Jah Bless
The kind of love that makes your leg shoots up when you get kissed
The kind of love where you spend all day talking and end up falling asleep while you on the phone with each other
The kind of love where even complete and total silence is welcoming cause you are with your love
The kind of love where she pouts and sulks over nothing so that you are coaxed into telling her how you feel
The kind of love where you find everything about the other person cute
You know the snoring when they sleep as you stay up and watch them sleep,
The lil drool that’s left on the pillow when they wake up
That one unruly hair that just won’t stay in place
The kind of love where you check your phone every two minutes to see if they texted or called (even though you can clearly here the ringtone when they do)
The kind of love where you call at random times to say the most random of things that only makes sense to the two of you
The kind of love where you leave sticky notes all over the place so that wherever they look or go reminds them of how you feel
The kind of love where you get mad and angry over the smallest of things and all it takes is a smile from them and everything just seems alright
The kind of love where everything could be going wrong in your life but you have the love to fall back on and it softens the blows and cradles you into bliss
The kind of love where she comes to you crying, you hold her and ask her, “Whose ass am I kicking?”
The kind of love where you’d walk through the rain to get airtime just to answer a text
The kind of love where just a mere thought of the person puts a smile in your heart
The kind of love where the grass seems greener, the sky looks bluer and even the air tastes sweeter
The kind of love where you miss them before they even leave and you get nervous and anxious right before you see them again
The kind of love where you text them and write lil notes even though they right next to you
Where you still get a bit shy around each other
Giggle for the smallest of things and act like a bunch of three years kids
The kind of love where your poetry is better than Shakespeare’s
Your voice sounds better than Luciano Pavarotti
The kind of love where it’s so enclosed in itself and so vain like when Narcissus first saw his image
The kind of love where that has a beauty that would make Aphrodite mad to her core
The kind of love where even when you out with your boys or girls or you clubbing you still texting and talking about them
The kind of love where you show your people those sweet messages that just touch your heart
The kind of love where it’s so intimate that you end up spooning and snuggling with your clothes on and yet it’s so very intense
The kind of love where they are the only one who can get you hot and bothered under the collar
The kind of love where you clueless to all the others trying to get with you cause they just don’t measure up
The kind of love where almost anything and everything reminds you of moments you spent with them
The kind of love where you daydream and fantasize the future
The kind of love where after lil intoxication you profess your feelings to whoever is in earshot
The kind of love where you blow off the boy or girls to spend time with you’re loved on
The kind of love where even when you have plans they seem to evaporate when you have the chance to be with the one you love
The kind of love where you could be in the middle of playing the latest Call of Duty and you would pause the game to text back or in the middle of a shopping spree
The kind of love where you worry when the texts take too long to be answered or when the phone calls isnt answered
The kind of love where you spend all day and night doing nothing and not even feeling hungry just fed by each other’s presence
The kind of love where it like you back to those high school days
You know that kind of love where you tell your friend to tell the person you like how you feel
The love that fills you up completely
But alas those with a closed heart
Cant experience that kind of love.(Think about it)
Jah Bless
The Reason
Knocked down it gets up
Standing tall through it all
Beaten, battered and restrained
Through the ache
With a pain so forbidding
So strong it could suffocate
Dragging on deeper and deeper
But still it doesn’t die
Repressed it stands
Provoked it retaliates
And yet some let it wither
Even living as if it doesn’t exist
As if it’s not there and then it shouts
WAKE UP
Seize it by the hand
And never let go
The time for being held back has passed
The bonds of man can no longer contain me
For I am more than just flesh
I am dreams, ideals
Hope and faith
I am the reason why men become martyrs
I am your voice, your thoughts, your goals
I am freedom
I am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
FREEWILL
Standing tall through it all
Beaten, battered and restrained
Through the ache
With a pain so forbidding
So strong it could suffocate
Dragging on deeper and deeper
But still it doesn’t die
Repressed it stands
Provoked it retaliates
And yet some let it wither
Even living as if it doesn’t exist
As if it’s not there and then it shouts
WAKE UP
Seize it by the hand
And never let go
The time for being held back has passed
The bonds of man can no longer contain me
For I am more than just flesh
I am dreams, ideals
Hope and faith
I am the reason why men become martyrs
I am your voice, your thoughts, your goals
I am freedom
I am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
FREEWILL
Grim Reaper
At the worst of times when you’ve lost all hope and faith
When all you have is despair and helplessness
He will be there calling you to him in a promise to ease your pain and suffering
And at the pinnacle of your existence
When your praises are being sung
When your rise over the struggles is being recalled
And your triumphs are immortalized
He will be there with a smile on his face
And as you sore in your own self-satisfaction you will hear his song
The humming resonating in both the light and the dark
That embraces you and lulls you to sleep
Is actually the Dark abyss song
Calling you to your eternal home.
When all you have is despair and helplessness
He will be there calling you to him in a promise to ease your pain and suffering
And at the pinnacle of your existence
When your praises are being sung
When your rise over the struggles is being recalled
And your triumphs are immortalized
He will be there with a smile on his face
And as you sore in your own self-satisfaction you will hear his song
The humming resonating in both the light and the dark
That embraces you and lulls you to sleep
Is actually the Dark abyss song
Calling you to your eternal home.
MY QUOTES
Only the blind know real beauty for it does not lie in what they see.
He, who drinks from the devils grail with glee, gives thy essence in eternal servitude.
The way of the intellect is filled with prosper, but he path of the righteous is tainted by thy own blood.
It is not death that I fear or the afterlife of the abyss but it is the life I live and the completeness that I miss.
Death paves the way for a mirrored life for though I died, I rose from the ashes like a phoenix. The flames that burn are no longer with warmth but with an inferno of rage and vengeance.
He, who drinks from the devils grail with glee, gives thy essence in eternal servitude.
The way of the intellect is filled with prosper, but he path of the righteous is tainted by thy own blood.
It is not death that I fear or the afterlife of the abyss but it is the life I live and the completeness that I miss.
Death paves the way for a mirrored life for though I died, I rose from the ashes like a phoenix. The flames that burn are no longer with warmth but with an inferno of rage and vengeance.
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