Sunday, November 6, 2011

I am currently sitting in a coffee shop in the fine city of Toronto. The sun is finally starting to break at 704 am. Speaking of which I am watching the new Twilight Saga's Breaking dawn Trailer.

Question: How exactly did Twilight become a saga? If by saga you mean a really long sequence of movies in which a bunch of teenagers run around with white powder caked onto their faces, pretending to confront serious grown up issues. Then yeah I guess you can call Twilight a saga. It isn't exactly the same as the God Father Saga is it?
Unless you consider Micheal Corleone's character somewhat of a Cullen, which I can see, given his droopy and meloncoly like nature, then maybe sure the two saga's can be related. But alas, Micheal Corleone is no Cullen and I should be shot behind the ear for even suggesting such a thing. Swimming with the fishes.

The weird oriental man has now been replaced by a strange oriental women who is sitting three feet across from me. Rubbing lotion on her hands, reading a book sipping a coffee of some kind of Latte, she continues to glance up at me. She, on the other hand is rocking what appears to be a Beatles like hair cut. Ironically The Beatles just came onto the radio. What a world?

Time now is 7:31am. Went outside for a quick cigarette break. I'm waiting for this damn bus to show up at 8:00am and time couldn't tick away any slower. While outside I did see a a sign that read, "Thank you for your smiles and laughter as you sit and sip your favorite hand made beverages. Come again" I must say it was quite inspiring. Moving in such a way, as I haven't seen a smirk or heard so much as a chuckle snice I've come in here. That is, of course, excluding the old lady who was sitting next to me. She was all smiles. But then again, shes old. Old people always smile and laugh. Their old. There always friendly and kind. (There at the end of the road, why be bitter) Either that or their exact opposite. They can be some mean old sum of a bitches, can't they?
Ten to 8 time to pack it up... TTYL.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

The Sin of Omission

Why is a sin of omission worse then a sin of deception? Why, because in doing so the person ommiting the truth does not feel as though their doing anything wrong which means their behavior will never stop. There is only a feeling of accomplishment, no feelings of guilt. They feel as though they are actually doing the right thing by convincing themselves that "Oh they won't understand that what I was doing was truly innocent, or they'll only get mad because their temper is out of control." When the truth is, its just as bad, if not worst then lying. Why is it worst? Because when lying, you are, at the very least giving the opposite party the chance to see you for who you truly are, whither they believe the lie or not. But when hiding the truth you are not giving that person that privilege. You see, this back fires when said person your committing this sin against already knows the truth. Then all you doing to showing them your true colors, insulting their intelligence and motivating vengeance. So understand the difference and stop now. Especially if you love them. Stop now!! Cause I'm telling you, Karma is a bitch.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Distant Terrain

Such fire that burns and instinct that rages..
Can never be tamed by limits of pages
Such chemistry driven, such trivial things,
is as fierce as the flame that encircles the ring.

So if fallen from heaven she has done in a flash
Then a crater of passion she has left in her wake.
And if dinning with wolves be misfired desire
Fast asleep with his foe be his only mistake.

Tis' a game and a role playing side by side killers
Only matched by in skill are the grace of her curves
For her body is soft yet still firm as a pillar
And the dreams that she shares makes my memory burn

But alas, In the end, I except the reality
that as sweet as the tune That does carry her name,
Tis a dream and a game held together by fantasy,
yet in ignorant bliss I continue to play.

So please call out my name in this distant terrain,
As we dance in a time forged by wired dimensions
My intention is true, my internal inception,
are as proud as a steed claiming honorable M E N T I O N

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Tainted Bow.

Deceptive eyes, Deceitful tongue, has burned in whole the blackest heart.
Can I surmise what lies within are tragic ends to blissful starts?

The mind is racing, lungs constrict my heart does seize at thoughts so dark.
When infinite and cavernous this soul of mind does drift apart.

Marooned am I, adrift is this, oblivious to what shall come
With closing eyes my heart denies, the past and future joined as one.

The present given unto me , bestowed with grace I do regret
This gift is wrapped in tainted bow.. When come undone, seduction sets.

Suspicious mind, vindictive heart, corrupted soul, endangered love.
Tormented nights, obsessive days, now justify the words above.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Happy Bday

I'm having the most amazing birthday ever. No drama. Thank God. Everyone I hold dear in my life has either called me, text me, or FB me to wish me a happy birthday. I'm definitly not kicking rocks this time around. Why? Cause I'm doing things right. Treating it with respect and loyalty. You deserve it. The person who cares for me more then anyone has, has shown their love in the most thoughtful way. THANK YOU! When friends come together to show their love, when people you've just met show love, and when family treats you like you were 15 all over again you can't help to be satisfied. Going out to Times square later to have a night cap. Turning 30 was better then I expected. I wish everyone all the best, have a great night.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Just when you think the movies have gone to far, you read the headlines on todays New York Post and you realize they haven't gone far enough. The front page reads "Witness Murder". Two men whacked mafioso style sitting in the passenger and driver side of there SUV were silenced after witnessing a murder. The bullet holes look devious and something out of a Quinten Tarrentino movie. I assure you folks, you can't make this stuff up, then again, I guess you can but it wouldn't be very suspenseful or original. Although when it happens in real life its a different story all together. I turn the page...

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Holy BBQ

I’m sure you’ve heard about the plans a lunatic Rev. had on burning copies of the Quran on 9/11. Unofficially dubbing it “Burn the Quran” day. It has long been my feeling that everyone has the God Given right to practice whatever religion, code or creed of their choosing. If those beliefs do not directly cause psychological or physical harm to another, I say burn baby burn! LOL Despite Rev. Fu Manchu’s (Terry Jones) Holy Barbeque plans I think he would agree that the mouth under his porno mustache has bitten off more then it can chew. It appears that Rev. Manchu’s safety may be at risk after this extravagant publicity stunt. Apparently the Gainesville sheriff’s department has made it a point to assign Rev. Jones some extra security. I guess when Terrorist over seas start burning little effigies of you, dancing around with AK47s, screaming, “Kill the infidels. Especially Rev. Porno Mustache” its time to start worrying. Terry Jones has since called off his Al Queda Quran roast after meeting with some people who will be assisting in the design of a Mosque being built on Ground Zero. I must say I am not surprised at either Terry Jones initial idiocy in trying to have a holy barbeque or his spineless flimsiness in canceling it. After all I am the son of a reverend. LOL. What a bunch of flakes. I do have some advice for TJ. First get rid of the Mustache, or at the least grow a full goatee, its annoying and your not auditioning for the Michael Bay remake of the A Team. And secondly, the next time you try to fill your church with more then 12 people, try a different tactic less hateful then burning a copy of some other religions holy book. What’s next TJ? Lets burn a copy of the Old Testament to show all the Jewish people in Hollywood that we’re sick of all the straight nosed, dark haired leading men your casting in your block buster hits (thanks for nothing Spielberg). In any event I wonder if TJ had been threatened by the US government. After all a stunt like this is sure to cause a wave of hate that would put the lives of American soldiers at risk. As if bombing half of Bagdad, Iraq and Afghanistan had not already done that. But I digress. lol.