Pin up girls from the good ole days

Pin up girls from the good old days
The ones who wore the sleek, black lingerie
Showing off their curves
Looking luscious and vivacious
Enough to make a straight woman
Nod her head and say it was sexy

Those sexy curves are still popular with the boys now
But they’ve been replaced
With computer touch-ups and stick figure models
Who if even showing an inch of flab
Are deemed to fat

Those old pin-up girls today
While still considered the original sexy
Would today by most of the fashion industry
Be considered obese and unhealthy
Almost degrading

But truly what is beauty?
Is it something that we enhance with plastic?
Do we starve it or photo shop it?
For beauty truly isn’t what you see on the outside
Because the majority view of beauty isn’t exactly the standard at all but just a trend like any style of clothing that comes around every 10 – 20 years

Beauty really is a state of mine
It’s what you feel in your soul
The spiritual, humble, giving heart
That makes any person turn beautiful.

What truly is ugly?
Those with a hard heart and rotten attitude towards others
Making a hot babe turn into a good-looking joke.

EMPTINESS

I feel a hollowness
An empty soul in pain
Crying inside
Unable to express
Or release the wounds
The have been buried deep within

A fragile love
Wanting to hold
Like a delicate piece of glass
Easily shattered
Never recovered

A new rebirth has occurred
Shape-shifting
To a new being
That is growing and ever changing
Becoming the man
He is training himself to be

While the outside
Looks solid as a rock
Strong to take on any Al-Quaida army

Within the eyes that reach the soul
A sadness remains
Full of anxiety and helplessness

As if an android
Is slowly being created within the human
The inverse effect of Annakin becoming Darth Vader

But what exists within is not evil
But fear and helplessness
Floating in the abyss

Of the unknown and uncertain
In a holding pattern
Awaiting and watching

But how long
Until the shell cracks
Will the being within

Escape from the numbness
And finally become alive
As it once was

So full of laughter and strength
Shape shifting into a complete
Energetic soul

Airing out Fustrations

I don’t get this
Damned if I do
Damned if I don’t

For expressing what I have to say
Deeply and sometimes personally
Maybe bringing up pasts
No one ever knew
Until I shined the light on it

Perhaps it was immoral of me
But whats done is done
Can’t change it
Only reflect on it
And know that its opened some doors
Maybe not what I’ve wanted
But opened them to reality nonetheless

Thus
Defenses start
But instead of replying and telling me
Don’t say that shit
You’re wrong
This person is my friend
And being the true defender they want everyone to believe

I get hearsay
And we need to talk because of your actions

Now,
I know what I did was wrong
I’m sorry for it
I’ll own up to it

But at the same time
Can’t I be allowed to say something
Instead of taking it sitting down
And becoming the submissive?

I’ll only be the submissive
If its in bed
With whips and chains
And handcuffs to the railings
But that’s something
Totally different entirely.

In this case,
I’m not the little girl
Hiding in a corner
Crying and afraid of the world

I’m the so-called bitch
Most of you think I am
For standing up for myself
And not taking the abuse anymore

Its…
Its just when I begin to open up
To explore the world with new eyes
Begin to feel and think new thoughts
With a perspective unlike any other
Do I get slammed in the face
Stabbed in the back!

For what?!?

All because I look too imposing?
All because I need to tell you what I know
And what you need to understand
And even if you did, the story is going to be changed around?

Its times like these
That I have to go back into myself
Become the miserable
Emo
Gothic
Naruto character
Socialite
That you hate me for….

As if I have a choice….

Sometimes
I’d rather be myself
And considered a bitch to the rest of the world
Constantly questioning
Constantly expressing
Constantly airing who I am
So I can show the world
What respect for oneself really means
Even if I am a good actor
And hide the scars

To be controlled
By others
Essentially is a form of abuse
Whether
Physical or psychological

But no one really knows that
Or really cares
So they all live under the umbrella of denial
Walking in a daze full of selfishness
And whats in it for me

Most of the bullshit
I deal with
In terms of people
Is nothing but 90210 or Friends
In real time

Purely immature
Purely high schoolmarmish

Yes
I do have my faults
I don’t claim to be perfect
And frankly
I’m proud that I’m not

For I’ve see through the cracks of perfection
And honestly
Its not pretty
In fact,
Its uglier
Than the Criss Angel illusions and magic
Presented every week on A and E

As far as I’m concerned
I’m over
Done with it
Moving on

I’ve got too much to live for
And I’m not going to let
Some immature SOB’s
Drive me to my grave

And then you wonder why
I’m so anti-social as I am
Sometimes…

How to look good inside

We all seek that one thing
That makes us happy
In a world
That tries to tell us
Who we are and what we do

Its in the form of a pill
For depression
A diet for the weight
A community for contentment
The list could go on

But while there are these
Outside influences
That we seek to fill the empty void
There is one thing that we are missing

Its been inside us all along

That happiness we seek
Health that we want
Beauty that we admire

We make look to the outside
For ideals in what we want to achieve
But it is truly on the inside
Where the real work continues

We give so much of ourselves
What the outside world
And whats out there
With love and passion

That we forget who we are
So when suffering comes upon us
Instead of taking it like a soldier
We panic
Going into epileptic fits
Of poor mes
What do i do, what do i dos?

Its not just the mainstream culture
That is affected by our own personal woes
Even subcultures
And those genres that are looked down upon
Are now feeling the pinch and infiltration
Getting suckered into believing
What they have been going against all along

At the purist form
Those things that have existed in ancient times
Have always served a great purpose and an alternative
For our inside fulfillment

But those same things
That were meant to be a pure alternative
Are now becoming tainted
With negative, anger, and ego-mismanagement
From something of the past
One wishes to forget
And in order to do that
A believe in slipping
Into another community to run away
Or hide from that pain of the past
Is considered the cure

But is it really?
Or is it just another way
To mask the reality
Of what makes that person
Instead of what that person pretends to be

Thus if trusting in others has always been a problem
It will continue to be
If not taking criticism and not considering the insights of others
Has left the person in tears
The trend continues on

Sometimes
I think people run from one community
To another
As a way to seek revenge
On the community that damaged and damned them before

But that doesn’t solve anything
Because that same energy
Taints and taunts the new community
Now trying to become

Its sad to think
That those ideals
That we were all complaining about
Fighting against
Have become a part of us
On every level

The we culture
Has been reduced to the me culture
And the unending abusive cycle continues

Whoever the next leader is
Will have a lot of shoes to fill
But I guarantee
That whoever it is
Will change the way we think
By their energy alone

Slipping Away

Those that I love
Become close to my heart
Are slipping away from my hands
Like sand through my fingertips

I keep asking myself
Why?
Why now?
What sort of dirty deed did I commit to deserve this?

It doesn’t seem fair

It’s as if a curse has been put upon me
To never have close intimate friends
Or they fall away from you
Or else will leave

I almost feel like
As I give them a part of myself
Thinking its a bond to unite
And yet,
They just seem to take

Advantage of the situation
What they can get and need
And then they leave

Without saying good bye
Without a trace

And it hurts to no end

What’s really heartbreaking
Is the fact that
Most of the time
I don’t think these
Friends
Contacts
Connections
That I have
Truly understand
Or
Realize
What they are doing to me
Or how much they really hurt me

Unless I rant and rave
Shed some tears
And become the emo I really am

I just feel so helpless
To the point
That if these same people are slipping away from me
That perhaps I might need to slip away too

Mother Nature and God in conversation

There are the doomsayers
And naysayers
Who say all this natural disasters
Tornadic destruction
Are signs of the end of the world

Mere catchphrases
By all religious and new age communities
To give us a shot of fear
Into our subconscious

So that when the time is write
We can spend our money
And treat ourselves
To a little bit of insanity
At the expense of Nostradamus

While I don’t doubt
The end of this world
I do believe
That the end of my world
Will come when my time on earth
Has finished and is meant to be

But back to the storms
Of our current days and nightmares

What is this really a symbol of?
What is the universe trying to tell us?

Mother Nature and God are pissed
And they have made a pact
An agreement
To try to teach us
About the truth of this life

And the truth is
We are not meant to live
In a world full of fear, materialism, and selfishness
We are not meant to think of ourselves

In this life
In this world
We are supposed to learn
How to help and teach each other
To live in a world
What supports and aids

Not in a world
Hidden behind closed doors
On the computer
Or sluggish in front of the TV

There is a time to interact
A time to relax
But there is also a time
To connect
To light, love, and nature

Apparently,
Our world,
Especially our country
Has not learned this lesson yet
And the destructive natural forces just keep on coming

Look carefully
At who we want in leadership
What Oprah is really trying to tell us
While being positive
But at the same time,
Sometimes giving us a complex
Because we forced to make so many
Changes in our live
Since most of us want to emulate her persona

We must understand
What the leadership
That his promoted spying and selfishness
Has trickled down
Into every facet of businesses imaginable

And we’ve been paying the price ever since

Because instead of fighting and questioning
We’ve been conditioned and brainwashed
To follow the leader
To trust and not clarify
And it has screwed us

As the future leaders have said
Its time for a change
People are sick of the establishment
Because they’ve only flashed their golden smiles
And monetary values
Without the love and respect
They were supposed to represent

People are tired of getting screwed over
And unfortunately
It has to take a fallen economy, massive job losses, and destructive natural phenomenons
To wake us up to this fact

Wake up!

The citizens on patrol
Used to be the ones
That were hopeless and abandoned
Full of depression and despair

Now that the winds of change
Are coming
It seems as if that despair
Has turned into rage

Spring emerges
With a winter thaw
Cabin fever breaking loose
In the ides of April
Where the most violent
Of violence
Has occurred

But there is one thing
Missing
Something that doesnt feel right

While the citizens are suffering
Those whom we elect
To serve our country
Are sitting on their fingers

Don’t they know
We got problems?
Don’t they realize
The higher the gas
The more we scream

Is someone in Washington
Wearing earplugs
Drowning out
The screaming sounds
Of anger?

Is it because
A new president will come soon
That everyone has decided
To take an early vacation
Up in the rafters
With the lobbyists

If you want to really
Make a statement
Create that legacy
That will put you down
In history
As well as get you re-elected
I got one thing to say to you:

Wake up and help those you represent!

Or else that throne you sit on
Will get burned by the rebels

Why isn’t anyone
In our government
Stomping their feet
Yelling from the rooftops
Like their constituents
About how high gas, oil, and everything is going
Why aren’t they suffering like the rest of us?

Unless they’ve been paid
Under the table
By the lies and cheats
That put them into office
As a way to keep silent
With a mob mentality
The little man hasn’t a chance in hell
To improve their life.

The media is talking about all this
But it seems as if no one is listening
Anywhere

Where are those revolutionaries
Who are now so distracted
With the insights and infighting of two parties?

If you want that bright future
Take care of your present
What needs to be said
What needs to be coerced
So we can all live as one again

Stop the collective
I don’t give a shit counsel
And for once
Get off your ass
Open the door
Walk into the sunlight
and
LOOK AROUND YOU

Since you’ve given up
Sitting on your fingers
Like our leaders that symbolize us
I have no respect for you nor them
Because you just don’t care about
Your fellow man anymore

You Selfish, Cowardly Whores!

Passionate Cocoon

I’m letting go cold turkey
Erasing the memories that I wanted to create
Only to be sideswiped by deception
With intent
But in reality
Was masked with pride
Projected onto my soul
Of insecurity and mistrust
That no amount of questioning could unravel

The queen of her castle protecting her king
Or is she controlling him
Keeping him away from others
From those who wish a friendly conversation
While her being so afraid of losing him
That she would do anything to keep him as an object
Nothing more and nothing less

And what about him?
The dark angelic counselor
Who puts so much pride in his work
And telling others what to do
That he forgets his own weakness
Wanting only to feed from my honesty
As his energy source
Because deep inside
It makes him stronger like Superman
Knowing that there is someone is weaker than him
And he is just so proud and full of it

He too loves his queen
Under the spell of loves passion and fire
So strong
That is surrounds them both
And if anyone tries to touch it
The get 5th degree burns
And killed by their energy

Trusting only within themselves
Hiding within the cocoon of loves passion
Mistrusting those
WHO DARE to cross their path
Innocent or guilty otherwise

I dont know
If they ever heard the concept
Of passion being like a fire:
When its hot, it will burn
But like an inferno, it can only last so long
And then it will die
Becoming nothing but ashes

Soon that passion and love will fade
Over time and perhaps many lifetimes
The solid base of the pedistal will crack
And soon they will fall

They may think they can control me
Only to make themselves stand strong
Because they feel just as insecure as I
And have confessed the same
For they think even a mere confession as this
Would consider them weak and vulnerable
As they project me through their eyes

Perhaps the good intentions were there
To save my soul and my life
But I don’t see it that way
For when I felt the hands of vampiric energy
Trying to choke me
Trying to make me feel lesser than
The person and human being that I really am
I knew something was affront
And there was true evil and secrets hidden

They thought they could hide it
By pushing themselves on to me
But I saw through it
As I have seen many a time with others

I could’ve pointed out what I really saw
But I knew if I did that
They would think of me more of a fool
No matter how much they begged and pleaded for frankness
Than they think of me now

Probably
They woul’dve said
I was bullshitting and projecting myself

And like me
They wouldn’t be able to face the truth of their actions either
Simply because
That’s what we humans beings do
And it doesnt matter if we are “higher beings” or not
Thats the basic tenant

To have pride in your perfection
Is a sin
And a show of arrogance
That only the most perceptive of beings
Can see through
And are smart enough not to get involved with

The truth hurts
Whether you give it
Or receive

Its up to you to decide
Why the truth has come your way:
To serve as a warning?
To server as a lesson?
Or to control.

In my case,
I believe it was all three
Rolled into one ball of energy
That within was dark and sinister
But on the outside it was covered with a shell
Of light
That turned into a burning flame when it touched the soul

I know that there are others out there
Worse than them
Worse than me
Who have far more sinister plans
Inside their brains
And calculate every single move
Because they have no life

I have no time for that
Because sometimes
I’ll admit
I walk into it accidentally
When my soul decides to be asleep
Or distracted from whats really going on
And when it wakes up
Its a rude awakening

But in the end its all worth it
Because I realize
I never want to encounter the situation again
Nor would I ever want to become
The same people who raped and wounded
My spiritual shell

Perhaps
They will realize
That they came on too strong
And didnt mean to scare me like they did

Perhaps
They will get a hard lesson from someone else
More skilled and qualified than I
To set them straight
And make them face the severe error of their ways

But I do know one thing is for sure
They just lost someone good in their lives
And I know there have been plenty others like me
That have suffered the same consequences.

And I gurantee more will follow
And will become just as blind, sick, and controlled
Before its too late

Mental Scars

Seeds from the past
Open wounds
Trying to heal the pain of hurt

But no matter how much I try
To heal the wounds
They will be reopened
Or new scars formed

Is it my destiny
Not to heal
But to carry around the burdens
And hurts of past relationships
Gone array
Or just
Gone away

No matter who I get close to
They always seem an arm’s length
Never close to my heart
Where I really want to hold and caress
Not able to let go

And even if I finally find
The one who will teach me
How to heal myself
I will still always hesitate
Afraid to be hurt
Or become to close

Because I’m afraid of being taken advantaged of
Or more to the point
Of being screwed around
One times too many

Fading

Fading
Current mood: quiet
Category: Writing and Poetry
Deep inside my personal shadow
My heart has weakened
Every strength within me squeezed out
As fantasy turned into harsh reality

Restless as each night passes
Wondering if the pain will finally end
Wishing that I could be truly healed
From the punctured wound
Within my soul

I have cried a river of pain
Leaving a flood of fear and regret

With the darkness
Setting within my soul
I feel like I have lost my way
The light within me dimming

The light that led the way
Being snuffed out

I used to think I carried love in my heart

Now it feels as if I am carrying
A burned of secrets and lies
All wrapped up in obsession
Chained by lust of the loins
Forgetting the fragility of soul

As I stand here before you
The cold harsh rain
Soaks my raven cloak
My wings of darkness unable to fly

Its a true depiction of a fragile heart
A broken spirit
One that seeks wholeness and life
As it once was inside me

Bringing to life
The energy of pleasure
But more importantly
Of healing and desire
That defined the person known

Now this person
Is becoming unknown
Once again

To be shielded and locked up forever
In a coffin of forbearance

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