Thursday, September 22, 2011
YOU BETTER FORGIVE AND FORGET
If you decide that you want to be with your partner after he/she was unfaithful than that is the decision you make and live with it. Not to long ago I read an article where the author said that she wont forget what that person did to her even though she forgave him. But is that real forgiveness? no I don't think so. I know it is not easy to forget after someone you love betrays you but you cannot live life happy with that person if it is still in your heart and mind. Obviously your heart is not a hard drive where things that happened can get wiped out instantly, but then again it is in a strange way. I think you can learn from that experience and become a stronger person and down the road even help someone you know who is going through the same agony you went through. But "not forgetting" should not be an option because all that will lead to is insecurities. Not forgetting its like having a seed of doubt planted in your heart an anything, in your mind, strange that your partner does you will began to doubt. You will begin to question his/her motives and sooner or later you will start reaching conclusions, which most likely, are wrong. That seed of doubt grows and trust me it will make you and your partner miserable, and many times you will look pretty ridiculous because of your insecurities.
So either you forgive and forget or just let it go. If you cannot let it go then let your partner go because you will only bring agony to the relationship down the line by never forgetting. When I was young and I would get hurt in my basketball team my coach would tell me " walk it off ". He was right, most of the time i'll be fine afterwards. So now I tell you the same if you got hurt by your loved one and you still want to be with that person then " walk it off ". Its that simple. Either you forgive and forget or move the fuck on.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
The Real World
by Vladimir Rodriguez
I always think about life, the world and everything in it, the same way you do, or at least some of you. And I came to one realization. I figured out what the world is about. All this time it was under my nose and I never knew it. Now you can lie to me, or yourself, and say "yeah I knew that" but that is bullshit you didn't know crap because you would have had related the message, but anyway enough about you lets get to the subject. This is how it works, or at least the process I have been thinking about. Everyone lives on earth but everyone is in their world, ok this is the obvious, but what we tend to forget is what makes up our world. When I say "our" I mean it as our individual world. So what basically makes up our world is our friends, families and loved ones. That is it. It sounds pretty simple and stupid but I find it quite appalling and intriguing that my world is made possible by someone else. If you always see your mother, or husband, or kids, that is basically your world, other people are your world. Many times these people dominate your emotions which can lead to you making decisions. Some worlds become so routine that people eventually end up unhappy which leads to many negative conclusions. For instance, working in a job
Now I have only stated the obvious but their is plenty more like TV
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Friday, July 15, 2011
My Bullshit Recession Advice
OK, so, there are no jobs, there is no money, life is
- Vlad
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Jamaica ( rated Dirty - D)
Jamaica ( rated Dirty - D). By Dayanna Carrion
Hay Jamaica!
uhmmm Jamaica!
If you kiss the way you talk,
cook the way you taste,
Feel the way you smile,
Touch the way you move…
Love the way you dance
Pray the way you fight
Dream like you breathe
Please, drown me in your waters!
Damm so much chocolate wonder to eat…
Yet you don’t share with me.
Come solo!
So greedy! Feed me!
Uhm! You’re a piece of heaven wrapped in ocean breeze,
A decadent caramel, sugar dumpling sweet,
A walking time bomb, you damm terrorist!
Change your ways, help humanity by doing a good deed….
Adopt me!
Oh if I were your hands to caress your skin
And ride a roller coaster up and down your jeans.
Wish we were an elephants so I could hold your trunk
Bizca! Cooked- eye to see u twice,
The sazon you in your rice,
Honey nectar and you the bee
Pollinate me, sting me… deflower me.
Damm Jamaica!
Si cocinas como caminas...
if you cook the way you walk...
I’ll tell you I will even eat the burn.
When I saw you ...the chemistry...ohm baby
It was like a paper cut or splinter
Yeah mon! It was instant!
I want to taste your passion fruit
be kissed by your sun,
travel across your land
and see all of your wonders...
Starting, at your lips.
are you feeling me feeling you?
Oh Jamaica
I keep dreaming bout you
Take me away...
I keep dreaming bout you,
Let’s get away....
Hay...ummmmh Jamaica
if you kiss the way you smile,
Touch the way you move…
Love the way you dance
Pray the way you fight
Dream like you breathe
Smile like you tease
Fu@k like you taste….
Please, please drown me in your waters!
Day-Dream ~2003
The Rough Guide to Jamaica (Rough Guide Jamaica)
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Monday, August 2, 2010
The Thief
The Thief - Written by Vladimir Rodriguez
I Am staring at the thief who stole my dreams
Snatched my goals and ripped my wishes
The thief that broke my ego
Darkened my vision
And distorted my perspectives
The thief that last night
Stoled a Dance with my soul
One dance
And disappeared into the night
Of my mind
This thief is cold
Like the last dirty ice cube in the freezer
Shoes walking on ice, slick
No beard, yet wise
Perfectly healthy yet completely sick
I have been staring at this thief
Thinking all this time I was the thief
Yet i am not this thief, or am I?
Uncharted 2: Among Thieves
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Tittle: A~Cro..ba~ics____ by Dayanna Daydream
Tittle: A~Cro..ba~ics____
Acrobatics... what I practice. High I bat performing my art which is synchronized slow... and detailed like an etch -n-sketch. Difficult feats of balance, agility and full body ability emerge while I push forth expressing thoughts, emotions, experiences, repeating overlaps, walking the tight rope, but this was not learned in a circus. Oh friend,this comes from what-chu-ma-call-it.... experiences? Tears! A broken heart wanting to be mended, hands caressing tenderly a waist which wasn't mine and hopes for a fairy-tale to tell were all screaming out... "Please let me be!" Awh I tell you, those are some tumbling practices! They take place in our discovery, fights, tears, past and such events aren't choreographed. Bouncing on a trampoline, aint nothing like the first time. Damm does it hurt but damm does get better! I rather tower dive into my soul, pole climb right into my emotions and board spring all of me right into him. I'm learning not to be afraid to swing , twist, rip, write, bite, move, shove , erase, re -write all that I deserve and trust me Is no damm cow manure. This art of bringing back the death with a kiss, making spinal cords bend and healing from the inside out was made for hearts in progress. They might call them... helpless romantics, dreamers, fools. I like the terminology because after all, we are a dying breed and yet not afraid to fly out of the safety cocoon. The unusual form of physical display may be rough for some gymnast, but I leap from my trapeze. Yeah, It is my pedestal board and my heart creates the fascinating swing admired by others. You know the ones who call us dreamers, crazy, delusional. If they only knew that at it’s best the adrenalin rush goes deeper than Egyptian sheets, past unworthy lovers, Shakespearean poems and it magically floats making the eyes of the most cynic dazzle. I'm branded with love; I’m a slave to his symptoms. I have found ways to create tongue twisters while making love to him… call that talent. My vocal cords splatter verses over walls giving birth to what was once considered dead, divine sensations rape the consciousness, happy tears easily wash of the sweat and I have not yet reached the perfect score of 10. Oh i'm how many ways is God called. You see even those who don’t call themselves gymnast are now working out their eyes, feeling the anticipation rise while following my words. Congrats! you are now taking a small leap. I'm sure you didn’t even know. This is a matter of the heart. Yes, it is a difficult feat of balance which comes from a what-chu-ma-call-it... which is no cow manure, the physical display may be rough for some but nothing compares. Such events aren't choreographed; they take place in our discovery, fights, and tears. Damm does it hurt but damm does get better. Therefore, perhaps, you might call it ...acrobatics.
Dayanna "Daydream" Carrion
July 2007
Monday, July 26, 2010
3 Benches - Poem By Vladimir Rodriguez
3 Benches - Poem By Vladimir Rodriguez
3 benches from me a man sleeps
Is he homeless?
Or is he dreading of losing love like I am?
Is he tearing from the emptiness the future holds?
Like I am
Just 3 benches from me a man sleeps
Is he tired of fighting for life?
Or tired of fighting for love?
Like I am
Is his armor in his bag? which lays, by his head
Or is it getting soft from the tears
Like mine is
3 benches from that man sleeping
Will be another man sleeping.
written 6/13/10 (and there was actually a man sleeping 3 benches from, so it is a true story)
Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
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