Saturday, November 30, 2013

Don't Worry About The Walls If Your Basement Is Flooded

The thing I've noticed, with sports, mostly, but girls, when they know that they want something, go right to technique. I noticed it in soccer, first, that priority was to technique, whereas guys had this 'faster, better, bigger, harder, etc.' mentality. 

This adds to that, just the mentality that regardless what you do, technique will always build the foundation, that progression, speed, 'skill' is always a result. Something I've tried to live by, again mostly with soccer, as I enjoy it, but also as somewhat of a general thing. To perfect the basics, get everything right. Directly relates to the thought that nothing should be forced in life, in trying to succeed at something. Forcing something, you create or sometimes perpetuate habits that lead to stress and negativity. Not saying that the easy way is always right, that hard work and time shouldn't be put into things you care about, but when it comes down to something, if you know how to do something, and you focus on doing it right, it WILL fall into place in time. 

That was a wild tangent. Although I managed to keep it on track. Thank god.





Monday, November 11, 2013

Hate.


If I was deaf.
And you were blind.
Would you still scream out to me?
See what damage you could cause,
Behind those eyes
Forever useless.
Hate comes around
Judgments revealed
An ignorant bliss
No wounds to heal.
Bouncing off my senseless soul.

Desolation

In this world reduced to shambles
The pain of a new dawn arising
Starting over
Misery rebuilt
From the remains of a broken land
Memories buried in the ashes of many
Lives lost in the destruction
A playing field levelled
A world brought up from nothing
The few left
Die
Alone

Bitch.

When I look you in the eyes,
And I think that you're an angel
I want to fucking die,
Because I know you're evil.
Fucked up and abused
A killer and a demon
I gave you that heart of mine
And now I'll take it back.

What Is Life?

The tension that rises
Washing over in waves
Gives us hope
In this fucked up game
One of sorrow, of misery and doubt
A life lived for nothing
What the fuck are we about?