Forgive me for my synapses
September 2011
8 posts
Dear Brother,
You clinch your fist when I make you see beneath the surface. Life isn’t easy but its harder without a purpose.
The Last To Say
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Just Listen
Please don’t take everything I say seriously, I joke a lot & use sarcasm freely. When life gives you lemons you throw them at pedestrians.
BASTARD(cont...)
It is important you become a bastard son, before you are crushed by bastards. I advise you to find the happiest child on the playground and sucker-punch him, so he knows the score. Hold his face in the dirt, and if I pretend to be mad at you, know that I do it only for show for his parents, who are caring and therefore weak.
Dear unconceived (or born without my knowledge in a foreign land) son.
There is so much I want for you. I want you to be a man of integrity. I want you to respect the dignity of other human beings. Unfortunately, I also want you to succeed, and that is why you can never be the first two. Son, you will shortly discover the first rule of human existence: BASTARDS ALWAYS WIN…
9/8/11
I work eight hours a day with a chance of overtime, but what most can’t grasp is the repetitive stain like glass that makes me over time.
I wrote this over a year ago, but it just feels right to post it now.
How would you feel if I didn’t wake up tomorrow? Would you remember all the good times with laughter or be grief stricken by sorrow
Would it even matter, would my demise effect you at all or would it greatly matter and to your knees would you fall.
If all of my hopes & dreams came to a sudden end would you know that we were cool or would you have to pretend.
I stand tall and know that death is inevitable life is a gift and the extent we abuse it is incredible
I’m a human with no regrets but tons to repent. So I’m sticking my hand out and asking to make amends, life’s too short and I don’t mean 5’6, I mean time ticks and if it passes you by then its too late to fix.
