February 26, 2007
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No Fine Prints.
I don’t believe in fine prints. I offer up everything I have to give right at the beginning, right there on the table. No misconceptions, no ambiguity. And maybe that’s one of my downfall too. People read me way too easily, and most of the time they are right because I leave no space for guessing. That leaves me highly vulnerable, for anybody to take advantage of.
I hate assumptions. Why not just know the truth to begin with and proceed from there? What games are you thinking of playing? I don’t like playing games, because games are for people who are insecure and have time to play it. I don’t have time for that. I just know that I would step out as the stronger party (and with dignity) for not engaging in these games. “It is what it is”, I would tell the other person. No lies, no misunderstanding. Don’t read between the lines or go looking for words that are smaller than life. Read my every word. I meant every single one of them.
If you were being true to me to begin with, you didn’t have to keep a record of all your lies…
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I Was Just Reading Back On My Entries…
… and I came across one of the poems that I wrote in highschool. It’s a type of poetry called “spoken word”. Spoken word is a revival of an ancient African art form. It usually contains a political message or a theme that people advocate strongly about. Dave Chapelle hosts these ‘spoken word’ gags in NYC. If you have the time, you should YouTube it or something.
Let’s see if you can pick out what I was trying to advocate.
SPOKEN WORD – untitled
(Writer’s Craft ~ 2004)
It takes me by the hand and swings me around
to mess around with my vision
to put me in a mission
in a full emulation
for its existence, and it’s presence
disgusts me
makes me hurl
to see how people unfurl
in a world
such as ours
sure we can go far
without it, we can still go like a dart
but I just want to part
in a evil like this
don’t you get the gist?
in the mist
of this deadly kiss?
sure it shines for you
and rhymes for you
and people know who you are with it
fine green eyes looking out for you
but tell me, does it cure the blues?
when you feel like a foo, and have no boo,
to straighten out those empty tears bouncin off your shoes
It makes us all go crazy, hazy,
maybe even steal, lie, do all these bad things for it
When we are wounded, do we patch our selves in it’s filth?
No, humanity heals with love, as soft as silk
Mothers and babies in welfare,
don’t even have enough for bus fare
but do they care, they have each other to share
they have each other’s trust to wear
on their backs
we’re like a nutshells, ready to crack
that’s a fact
cause we all see stars, when we see its’ luster
we make it seem like it compensates
for our fates
and bates us out from our bothers
vigor in my advocacy
I’m talking about, those paper greens
that we call money
Comments (7)
the mad rapper.
i was skimming thru your entry and misread “writer’s craft” for “warcraft” and thought you wrote a poem about a computer game.
that’s when i thought, “wow, my kinda gal!”
then i clued in and realized, “oh, it’s not. no love for you then!”
haha, psychoexbf is funny.
I like your post. Very honest. And you’re right. Anyone can tell right from the start that you’re not a “game-payer”. Remember how at Second Cup, you said to me that the GAME was on with M? And then slutty said you had no game? LOL.
i am in line with your views !!
ahah tell it like it is, up front
lol hahaha yeah i saw warcraft too
honesty is awesome in the beginning but if it isn’t tempered, you can easily scare each other off. it’s like how you don’t wanna hear about his hangups/insecurities on the first date… too much information too soon…
and my friend made a good point — if you knew everything you now know about your bf/ex….you probably wouldn’t have gone for him if you had known those things in the beginning… everyone has flaws….that are too much to handle in the beginning…and it’s nice how love makes us tolerate them in the long run…
i like playing, but i hate playing games, like that makes any sense. you know how everyone says they want honesty, but when they meet someone who’s true to themselves, most people don’t know how to respond, or they feel uncomfortable? i still haven’t figured out why that is. i’m guessing it’s because they don’t yet know who they are or they aren’t able to confront who they are. or maybe they are just one of those peeps that just don’t care.
wow, i can’t believe that i’m really engaged… woohoo! well of course you have to have a ring, but it would have to be a clean round brilliant, 1.5 carats or less, because that’s all that i can afford. i can’t marry a girl that’s more high maintenance than that. what size is your finger? only one condition, when pick out the bands you like, you have to send me pics and show me first so that i can approve of it.
you got a reply to your message (sorry, i forgot to reply to you during the week cuz i was too busy)
kent