Love is simple

Love is natural, and love is simple even animals are capable of love. Why do we make love into this maze, or Rubix cube? Where does the convolution of love spawn?

 

I believe that love gets entangled, in the ideas of what we think should be and what is. In truth, you are a young man or woman whose life focus should be maintaining homeostasis but in actuality you are out trying to find love based on pretense. When you choose a mate, your mind subconsciously goes through every movie you watched, book you've read, etc. So we walk around with the preconceived notion that every love should be a replica of the prescribed love provided in pill form by mass media that we've ingested.

 

Every failed relationship becomes a striking resemblance, to when we found out Santa Claus was not real. Now please do not take this wrong, I do believe in love, and I do believe it not only exist but it is necessary for survival. Love has become an addiction and not real love but the pill form love. Think about it, all the dating sites and finding love sites created, "that is easy money for anybody with the soulless intent inspired by making money off of desperate people and their attempts to find love."

 

 

What I am saying is love takes time, and most people will falter because patience is a virtue we lack. If you are American the need to go faster is intoxicating, so when the prospect of love comes into our midst we swarm over it. It is only human to fall to such a stimuli, so no one should feel ashamed for falling, falling in love.

 

If you are male or female, the first kiss is coming into an endless sea of bliss and euphoria. Now it is once again only human to assume that intercourse is worse than a kiss, but in all actuality the kiss is the beginning of love.

Being A Man, Is easy. But, Why is Loving So Hard?

As a man society, the first woman we ever love, is our mother.

 As the years pass, men are subject to stringent social norms. Norms that make it hard, for men to express feelings. Love becomes taboo, love becomes a sign of weakness. When it is time for us to court, we are lost because we have blocked out how to love as a child.

 How to be fearless, and blinded a thought. If I could go to the past and ask my former self why I ever learned how to stand, I assure you the only reason I learned to stand was to touch my mother's face. The first word I spoke was only to call her name. I would wake from my dreams, just to see her. Her face is an image so beautiful that I dare not to dream it.

Now, fear has taken refuge in the space, where she would reside. I was never that strong, but I grew only so I could protect her, in the same way she protected me. Now, the years have passed and she is far away, I have coped with the storms raging, outside. I have learned, that the woman I will eventually grow to love will have an unusual power. She will, be able to help me defend against, myself.

It is Simple!!

!"Life is simple, you need help ask, yes simple but not easy. I do understand that asking for help is a journey in it's self, but when you ask you open doorways, that can only be shut by you. Life is tough, but that is the status of everyone's life. You need to understand that life will always be tough but you my friend have the GOD given RIGHT to change and become tough as well. So I challenge YOU to arm your self and become tough. Become a master of your life. You can, I know you can, I believe in you if I didn't,you wouldn't be receiving this message. Your journey begins when you decide to start. If you do not know how to start then like life it is simple...ASK!" -Sergio Velazquez

Learn How Too Love

          If you like some one tell them, It is what I do. Is is not perfect I have been turned down a lot. But on the 
other hand, I had the most amazing days ever!!!

          I even kissed the girl,the girl they write stories about.No that book is closed now, and yes we have both moved on to bigger and better things. But I still am happy because for one moment in time, the world stopped and time froze. You would think a storm was coming, the way are hearts were beating.

         For that one moment in time I knew absolutely nothing but had everything, I ever could need. HAHA, it is fun to think about but never the less, you like who you like for some strange reason or another so tell'em.

Who knows this is not magic, and finding a person to walk with you is not a chance thing, "it takes work!!!" Even if it fails as long as you learn something, it was a good experience.

          "Or maybe you will find the one,not the forever ever one, but the one who you're heart is worth breaking for."
                   No, not the most happy experience, but at least you know you are on the right track.

Finding Strength, In not So weak places

         Sitting down on my futon, with a white t-shirt covered in blood, I inspected the pool of tears left on my lap where her head was laying, thinking "dam this is hell." The Police officer on the scene told me "this too shall pass," to pissed to understand I brushed the phrase off and fell deep within my hopeless mind. 

  My head was pounding, the screaming in the next room stopped the blue and red lights faded as the police went off, and It was QUIET in the HOUSE. My thoughts 

E-c-h-o-e-d in this silence....Errrrrrrrrrrrrrr, the door from across the hall opened, and all of sudden 3 pairs of wide eyes were looking at me.

    At once, I snapped back from that endless abyss of time and space that held my thoughts captive. " Man you guys need stop wearing my clothes to bed, it is a shirt, not a night gown," I said in a stern manner. "We're hungry," my little brother cried.

       It was apparently feeding time. After all that occurred, it was sobering cooking for these little ones, I wonder how much they actually absorbed. "Shit," I burned myself, hard to believe my body is still numb from all the fighting. The youngest tugged at my shirt, "your not going to be mean to us anymore are you. " What," I said in shock "remember when mommy and daddy were..." 

        While looking at the fresh burn on my hand, I remembered. Things were going to get really bad, when my brother and step dad were bowing up to each other, but before things got to blows my mother grabbed my older sister and through her to the floor. So I quickly grabbed the hands of my youngest sibling and pulled them to the nearest room My little sister begin to pull away, screaming and hitting my arm, "I want to see mommy." With thunder and all the rage I could muster I screamed "GET IN THE FUCKING ROOM!!!" instantly regained my composure, with a drill sergeant like spirit I instructed the oldest "get in the room, close the door, lock it, and don't leave into the noise stops," Like a soldier she responded sharply.

       I crouched down"No sweetie I'm not going to be mean anymore I love you very much, and your food is going to get cold, so less talking and more eating." With a mouth full of unprocessed food, she muttered "good, I like you when you're nice, not when you're not nice." 

Too excited to sleep, they asked for stories, to calm their spirits and one by one they fell to sleep. I slept at the foot of their bed, to make sure they were safe.

            I woke up to a numbing sensation in my right arm. "Ok, I need to get up," I said to myself in a rather decrepit voice. When I finally opened my eyes, I came to find, these three little ones had migrated from the bed, to the floor to my back and for arm, huddled like penguins. My oldest little sister ten said " we didn't want the bed monster to get you."

           Thinking long and hard " shit, was I protecting them last night or were they protecting me." Now at the ripe old age of twenty one and years of age perfecting the art of procrastination, of course while in the library at my college typing away. I know now "if I did not stand for them, I would have fallen for myself."

The Amphibian

 

 

Amphibian, the first thing I got right the first time I felt I mattered to someone, was when I spelled this word that had four syllables and had a P and an H instead of an F.

In the 3^rd grade only one out of twenty students in my class got this correct and I was the student.

 My teacher was so proud and she wanted to thank my parents for helping me.

 If only she knew, I wish she knew, I hated her for not knowing.

Not knowing that there are others words you could not have paid me to spell like, parents, safety or love.

 But I could spell broken just fine.

False Pretense

          Your existence is based on the people you meet and all experience's you have gained. You can visit another country and still be the same shallow shell as you once were before you left or you can do the same mind altering drug, and when you come down from that high be the same bum you were when you left with nothing to offer this would but wasted time and space. 

         Only experiences that are guided by selfless intent can beneficial to your sentient being. It is the inert animal urge that one must break free from to claim his humanity. The urge that fills the cup until it overflows it is the natural greed that causes man to sell his heart for moments titillation, then act under the pretense that regardless of his own actions one is to be exonerated.