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the belly of a whale

Since I was invited to come and live in Texas, not where I am living, which to this day I clearly do not and will not understand as to why the arrangement was such when I am reminded how I have 'ruined a life', that being one that in my opinion, has been less than 'stellar or eventful' ever since I can remember and sometimes, not always, my memory serves me correct and goes back quite far...Never remembering the social calendar filled with going out or doing much of anything unless you count criticizing a supermodel, those upon the red carpet, singers that supposedly are Idols, dancers that were chosen over YOU...and/or to a movie or concert, you have played the role of no show most of your adult life to your own tune and own liking.

With all the strife that obviously sits in the belly of a whale I wonder, how much can the belly of a whale belly ache before is just isn't worth the words being spoken, especially when you are talking usually to a wall, as all around have learned the best way to avoid projection is to disallow it completely, listen, say nothing in return and eventually the hint will be gotten that you are picking an unnecessary, unwanted fight, turning the pool of energy surrounding the room black with the soot left behind quite difficult to remove from the layer upon layer of dust over anything and everything not protected.

To sit and listen to one who has spent ample amounts of time talking about the power of manipulation, how it is thrived upon, I must laugh and shake my head as the biggest manipulator of them all turned out to be the one belly aching about the concept in the first place.

So call a spade a spade, ease up a little on the falsities and the untruths so eloquently told for personal gain as if afraid that to be less than the center of attention destroys you and TRY to enjoy the life you have.

After all, no one else has been able to mangle and jumble words and thoughts and ideas and people the way you have only to turn around and lie for your personal gains, and let's remember, YOU created your own destiny at the expense of so many willing to help time and time again and never even a thank you came out of the mouth as you were too busy belly aching, the 'woe is me syndrome' that is less than admirable from a person that supposedly had it all together, but a self esteem smaller than that of a mocking bird, and I say mocking bird as they mock, but are incapable of flying on their own, needing a partner in crime and thus you have one or two depending upon your issue and the time of day it might be you decide to throw your daggers...

No one wishes failure so stop assuming and telling people different. Try and walk across the bridge you had the ability to walk, hold on to and notice it has crumbled and your weight not with standing, the reasons were a plenty and when you become the perfection you possess to be, give me and the others a ring or better yet, maybe I might call you... if its not way too late, we will talk and until then, decipher the truth, not as you see it but as it truly is and life might just take you where you want to go but since the pattern has been that of a hopper for year after year, one can only imagine as you cling to the womb and tell tall tales similar to that of the whale to spare yourself the truth staring you in in the eye from near and far.

SHAMEFUL!
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