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Broken heart

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I wait in my car. Heated leather seats. Purebred 1000+ plus dog in my passenger seat. Sky roof.. nice gentle breeze. I can’t help but feeling three eyes gazing at me. I glance back making sure not to stare. This man lying in the grass. Peace & freedom line his face. Nowhere to be. Nowhere to go. Just one old plastic bag in stow. I look again this time a little harder.. I can’t help but stare as he appears unaware. All alone.. Under this tree. Feelings and emotions fluttering inside of me. Salt & Pepper stringy hair. Cowboy boots must be as old as him. As the soles are gone and what’s left of them wearing thin. I will not cry. This man gives me strength. I love this man. Yet, I know nothing of him.

An angel maybe •Absolutely a possibility. Through his eyes lye another world. Where is this man? What conversation is playing in his head? Tonight when I go to sleep in my warm bed. I will pray for this man. I ask that you join me and do the same.

It stats with you.

I get out of my car. Looking effortlessly cute today. This man sees me approaching.. clearly neither knows what to say…. only God could have put these extra flip-flops in my trunk. He does not want them. Thank you anyway. I force myself to continue to say.. I know looks can be deceiving .. But, when I say I understand I truly do. You see my heart is broken and you have inspired me just by being you. So brother of mine. Possibly from another life time. I’ll set these right here and here is  a few dollars to buy yourself a meal. God Bless is all I can say. This man is shaking before my eyes. DO NOT CRY ∞ DO NOT CRY I say to myself.

He smiles as big as he can still shaking shoes by his side, money in hand. Lord this is a good man. I do not know your future plan. Or even understand the current. But.. I just pray that he will be blessed with happiness as great as his smile was for me.

Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda…

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Aka: yada yada yada
5 ½ million gallons of oil gushing into the gulf everyday. (Our gulf) if you needed a reminder… We have already seen how important this area is too many Americans with the pure devastation of Katrina. So recap. OIL SPILL 1000+ gallons every single minute. Just like every 5 seconds, someone in the world starves to death. Not every 5 minutes. Every 5 seconds. Hello world! Is anyone listening??? This is all happening right here in “our” world. Truly, “Your” world. When will you take a stand? When will you step up and make your contribution? When will you pay your debt to society? Will you? Or do plan to die in vain?

It is a question. You should be asking yourself. And Yes. You do have a debt to pay. We all do. It is time to pay for your ignorance.

It is difficult in taking this government serious. They do not even deserve a capital G. Sorry. The thing is there NOT God. They like to think they are. They love to play God. Only you. ONLY YOU. Can come to the realization that they indeed are not God. Will never be and you should have nothing to worry about. Really.

I know tough. We are all afraid of the irs, board of equalizations… However, at the end of the day they sit and shit just like you. Stop being so scary. You are afraid of the wrong entity. (NO CAPS – They do not get that respect) I will capitalize the name of a celebrity with dignity (BONO) (OPRAH) before you will see me address someone with a paper certificate with no morality, no integrity, no accountability of the suffering they inflict on other individuals and they go home and believe they are safe, untouchable, workers of God. Not my God. NOT MY GOD.

Life in the fast lane cont.

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Life in the fast lane

Or the slow lane. However at 160 mph.. who’s really paying attention to the lanes? Let alone blinkers. You take the space you need and you fly. Freely everything begins to take its place. You are one with your ultimate driving machine. Now, do you ever notice the silent language spoken on the highway? Wonder what language is being spoken? It always fascinates my copilot. Speaking without sound. Speaking with so much as the style of your driving. It is also an art. If you spend great amounts of time behind the wheel it is a language you may want to learn. This language you can not order from Rosetta Stone. This will take time, confidence, respect and understanding. Sit back, buckle up and take direction while at the same time remembering that sometimes rules are meant to be broken. Or rules would not exist.

It may take you a moment to notice. because it’s not really a road language. It’s a highway language first. The more aware and calm you start to become you will realize by action who speaks this language and who does not. You will notice the simplicity of a perfectly parked vehicle. The sexiness of a confident driver. The responsibility and the seriousness of knowing how to operate your machine. Truckers know this song and dance. This is what they do. Everyday. So, if you find yourself with out a cb (go figure) driving cross-country start your conversation with them first. Okay lets roll.

Step Two: Stay ready. Therefore you don’t have to get ready.  Life moves fast. Keep up. One flash of your brights should be a clear indication to get over and out-of-the-way. It’s not rude. It’s giving the other vehicle before you the courtesy that your coming up on them and it would be in their best interest to get out-of-the-way. You may have to flash them more than once (double dose). That’s a… get the fuck out-of-the-way. Usually the vehicle will move. But, we have all experienced that one vehicle who believes their duty is to police the streets. Slow you down. Quickly brake check you. That is the most ignorant thing a vehicle can do. You never ever know what another person is going through. Their passenger could be in labor, dying on their way to a hospital. Where ever. The point is. It’s not any of your business. Quit being such a nosy person. If you want to be the police. Go sign up for the academy. You should be in the defense not offense. This vehicle should be compared to a run away train. Sound heavy? Good you might be getting the point. This vehicle may be completely unstable, waiting for just the right moment to fly full speed ahead into who? You. Into oncoming traffic. Why, they are not thinking  and here you are.. being nosy, trying to be the hero. Well, in my opinion (and yes, I have more than most) your going to end up a dead hero.

Stay in your lane. Pick your battles. This vehicle may just want to fly.. not a great reason to you? People blow their engines out all the time. Why do you care so much? Why are you wasting energy on something that has nothing to do with you? Stop. Do you. It’s not that I don’t care. It boils down to at the end of your day the only person you can control is you. Stop trying to control situations and people who you have no control over. You will burn your engine out.. Care about something you can change. Yourself. Be the change you wish to see in the world. Stop passing judgment. Do you. Be you. Stay in your lane.

This is a quote I ♥ Sadness is when you care about everything. Depression is when you care about nothing.

There are so many depressed people in the world. Don’t get caught up in the wrong lane.

Buckle up or not. Stay in your lane & never forget fair exchange is no robbery.

Hold Card

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Now that I have your attention. Where am I taking you?

Life in the fast lane. Oh how fast life has been. So many people. So many feelings. So little time. So much grief, frustration loss of patience. Never truly opened up. Anxiety over tapped telephone lines, constantly gauging danger signs. Unending un-understanding turns to painful cries. A day in my life most will not be able to comprehend the madness that rushes from my heart computing to my brain the numbing pain of understanding the insanity of this life game.  Lets talk, communicate, breathe speaking freely, truthfully and openly about love, (always love) food, life choices, being lost & being found, the rollercoaster ups & downs, sleeplessness, the government, GOD, DNA, hunger, astrology, books, animals, music, art, films, fonts, raves, rants, jeans, cars, the value of a laugh. You get the point. We can talk about what ever you want. You can ask me just about anything.. Really. My life experiences have taken me places you would never believe. That’s why I’m going to give you the pleasure of painting you a portrait with whispers of words and tantalizing tidbits of richly intense never sugar-coated memoirs of how you continue to grow and shine and blossom into a resilient armor that’s always been there i just never slowed down and trusted myself to see what was so vividly shielding me/my life.

Welcome to the art of love. There are rules of engagement that are serious as a human life. Listen. Ask questions. Know your position. Take direction. Stay in your lane. A lost art. With each new chapter you too can master your mind.

Step One: Mind=Kind. Kindness should be second nature. Being kind does not remove your edge. It is your edge. ♦