Disclaimer Notice: you been warned

Disclaimer Notice
If you're here looking for some good writing, close the tab right now. This is a blog that started off as a writing solace and instead turned into a place to rant off about anything and everything. So, this is going to be an awful lot of just penning down my thoughts, and then deciphering the confusion in emotions, with a not-so-gloomy outlook, or an ambivalent ending, if not a total-downer one.
Peace out. You've been warned.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

               Some people cross the vicinity of evilness. They portray themselves as good but their reality is more distorted than shattered mirrors which would glisten red upon the morrow if someone would but touch them. They have idle minds that now encompass nothing but devilish thoughts and eyes. They think evil and they talk evil so the whole world just seems like a cascade of wrongdoers and faults and whatnot in their eyes. Such people have no sympathy in my heart, or mind. They should be punished for the crimes they've done and the heartaches they've caused. It is not their God-given right  to be viciously judgemental about every speck of dust. Then, why do they?
           And you know what the worst part is?
           That no one is there to stop them.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Embl3med all the way

The last time I heard them, they sang Hey Jude. But that wasn't why I fell in love with them; it was that first audition with Sunset Boulevard that did the magic. Emblem 3.
You know how you feel the music when you connect with the lyrics well its a moment like that. So I'd write on but then I'd rather just listen to them creating this musical dream-like haven.

True friends are few and far between
Hold on to them and don't let go
And they will make you shine when all else
Fades away... when it rains

Such a sight to see
Shining light for me
So I might believe there's a spark of light shining vibrantly inside of me
You're the one that puts the life in me so bright in the end
Said I want to believe
I gotta stay true and hold on to the ones I call my

With style, with spunk, with class
When your spirits like a lake shimmering like glass
And my reflection in the water is pertinently attached
I printed it in like a tattoo
Lets capture this moment or hold it like you want it all
Fold it like a load of clothes to your soul hold it all
We share a poem in this moment that you wrote it you know
I'll be there I want to believe
That I gotta stay true and hold on to the ones I call my

True friends are few and far between
Hold on to them and don't let go
And they will make you shine when all else
Fades away... when it rains
When it rains,rains
Rains, rains, rains


Everyone talks about dreams coming true and working hard to make those dreams reality, but why doesn't anyone talk about what happens after those dreams come true? We all know how we just have to keep trying until its a do or die situation but what happens when we do succeed, what after that? The dreams I have almost certainly become reality so what now? Do I wake out of the trance that has blurred my vision? Dream again, more so then before I do know now that dreams do come true; its not just an absurdity that people use to motivate others. But because my dreams came true, I also know what it cost me. I now know that nothing is ever gained without a sacrifice of some sort. So the question now remains, are you willing to give up what you have to in order to get what you want?

I say, bless me with a heart of gold
A positivity and a story to be told
I tripped, fell down through the sky,
It's what it took for me to learn how to fly like,
Oh yeaaah
Let me spirit fly,
My intentions are not to intoxicate but purify.
Give me truth, or everytime I hear a lie
Joy be the only reason I get teary eyed.

I look in the mirror to figure out who I am,
I thought I was a boy but I guess I am a man.
I burnt a bridge, but that's what it took for me to build a dam
I hang my head, I don't want to be that kind of man.
No no
That's not how my daddy raised me
Work your ass off boy
Don't ever be lazy.


I owned it on the ball field, so my pop praised me
You could never beat me down or you could never phase me.
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
Even in the rough yeah you gotta see it through
Have a nice trip though, I'll see you next fall
The only thing I know is that I know nothing at all
Just

I said sometimes feelings can be hard to understand,
But if we understood them there'd be no point to the plan
I reach out with my hand
And too all of my fans,
To let you know that if you fall,
I will help you stand
To let you know that everyday I feel similar pain
The purpose of my music is to take it all away
So I say, salute you freedom fighters
Wave your flags high for,
Liberty we will die for.
Driftin' in the pursuit of happiness that we drive towards
A better future my people and me will strive towards.

I'm lost, I find myself while I search
Now I use music to pray with no words.
When you lose what you love, remember to stay strong.
Look out the window and remember life goes on.

Sometimes, we get so caught up in our struggles that we fail to realize we lost ourselves on the way. And that, my friends, is one of the worst things that could happen to a person. Because its our individuality in those little things, little habits that sometimes come off as annoying but hey whatever happened to freedom of expression. We may share common interests here and there but its truely rare to find a carbon copy of the person that you are. And even then, our individuality remains as unique to us as our thumbprints.

I sailed across the earth in search of a humble head
Bermuda was a gamble
So I played my cards and I won the bet
I never underestimate what ancient stories teach you


Got so much to say but my apetite's really getting the best of me and its with this very line that my Emblem 3 playlist is almost at its end. I know this was probably a very ridiculous blog entry but anyhow here's how its gonna go, sometimes when people need to write something, anything really then they start off with incredibly weird things that don't even relate but eventually the writing flow gets better and after a few crude pieces, the better more refined pieces start rolling of the rack with more finesse than the Alchemist. Okay I really need to stop criticising books I don't like which just gave me the best idea ever. A BOOK REVIEW. That's what I should do!

Well isn't that a lovely way to end things on a happy note now. ^_^

Adios amigos*


*This time genuinely learning espanol.