I am sick of people giving me shit for my personal political views, I am so tired about getting shit for my views of the world and what's going on in it. If your one of the people who gave me the load about 'em, congrats..... you made me get so fed up I had to write a blog about it. So let me go ahead and lay 'em out for you. If you don't agree with them, tough shit, freedom of speech. Get over it.
First off, there is no way in hell I am anti-war. I am, if anything, pro-war. But the reasons have to be real. WW1- Our people were killed on a "neutral" ship. We didn't go to war based on assumptions and greed. We went to war to defend our homes and allies. WW2, we jumped in feet first in the European theatre, followed by the Pacific theatre. They were going on in the same time frame, but we went to war with Japan, yet agian, not because of greed or assumptions, we had proof. Korea and Vietnam, while I don't agree with the idea that helped us get involved, I understand why we did it. However, we did it to try and make the world safe for everyone. The current war is just a load of bullshit. The press has lied to us. The government has always lied to cover it's own ass. As far as I'm concerned, we don't need a government that is dishonest with it's own citizens.I can understand the need for some secerts, just for the sake of security, but why lie about why your doing something. If W (dubya) had just said "Hey, look y'all, It's gettin ugly over in retard land and we need oil to fuel our nation, so we're goin in to seize 'em and take control." he might have had more support, but no. He had to lie about why he's goin into the Mid-East.He's a stupid, greedy, asshole of a guy.
Next, I swear to you, the next person to say that because I'm anti-(Mid-east)-war , I must have a problem with our veterans, i will destroy. I love our vets for what they did. They risked their lives so that we could always see the red, white and blue flapping in the wind. I have no problem with any vets of any war. Ever.
Next "war". The war on Drugs, "Oh, No, drugs, their evil and meant to be despised." Get over yourselves. The only reason we have a war on drugs is becaue of the Vietnam war. I hate to tell you guys this, but the numbers are in, and have been for a while. Hot newsflash, One out of four bodybags coming to the states from Vietnam was because of soldiers OD'ing on heroin. the ones who didn't die their brought their addiction back here after the war. They had a major hand in shipping drugs here to sell. They would stuff bricks of the stuff into the body bags with the bodies. What they need to do is legalize and purify all drugs. If you get busted while driving or something that would require speed and some accuracy while under the influence, instant execution. You have endangered the lives of everyone on the road, you slimeball.
These are just a few of my views. If you took the time to read this, thank you . I appriciate it. If you didn't agree with my views, well tough, welcome to America, land of the FREE.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Some poems I wrote
I look out at the moon,
And can't help but to think of you,
The nights I've spent dreaming of you,
Your smell, your touch, your taste
I still do, even though I know,
Never can I have you
never again will I be close enough,
to have your scent in my nose,
Feel your fingers on my arm,
your hot breath tickling my ear
laughing at our private little joke,
never will I get close enough
to taste your skin again
feel your weight in my arms
a feather compared to the pull at my heart
your prescence alone almost brings me to my knees,
and after your gone your memory often will
I see you, taste you, feel you, hear you everywhere
Damn you for having this power
not even realizing it, not caring
ignoring what you don't want to know.
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Candle lights and your memory
How your body feels,
pressed so tight to mine,
the sting and scrape,
your teeth meeting my neck
bolts of lightning shooting,
from my head to my toes,
centering and collecting,
shocking and exciting
begging, needing, wanting release
from the mental bonds
you look into my eyes
with those beautiful, gorgeous emeralds
tempting and teasing
filling my dreams
with those eyes
But then we dive back into eachother
tasting and teasing the other
causing storms to rip through
shredding, destroying, exciting all
our bodies
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The rain washes the asphalt clean
slides the red stain into the drain
the skid marks are left for now
a physical reainder of the hearts pain
sheared metal reaching towards the sky
the hands of the damned
created from moments of violence
and then the hours of silence
of dreams to often dreamt
and wishes no genie would fulfill
no magician would make appear
no musicion would try
and all you can do is cry
to yourself, when you realize
your all alone
no one is coming,
you will leave this world
with no one there
no one to care
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The white knight kneels
After the long painful road
The burning hot days,
the freezing, bitter nights
Now with head bowed
The tears run down his face
After years of searching
the castle was empty
The hallways echo
with empty footsteps
His sword dangles loosely
From his numbed fingers
The stairs, he finds comfortable
as he sits for eternity, alone
The white of his armor
Stained and rusted from his tears
The hero of this story
has been left behind
the princess of his dreams
made off with the villain
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Everytime I look
I can't help but think of our one night
When we both looked at each other
For what felt like the first time ever
When the tears fell
They were clean and pure
I miss those warm summer nights
You and I sitting close,
Whispering and murmering nothing
Mouth to ear, and back again
Talking about what others do
And don't
Whose not pulling their weight
And whose going two steps farther
No matter how hard I try
I can never get it just right
No matter what happend last time
Never as comfortable as
On the first day
As when we split paths on the final day
Feeling so damn close
But finding finding so many barriers
Always trying to break the walls down
Always getting closer then having it end
Having the oppertunity close
Taking one step back for every two forward
Losing patience
But never conviction
Or love
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And can't help but to think of you,
The nights I've spent dreaming of you,
Your smell, your touch, your taste
I still do, even though I know,
Never can I have you
never again will I be close enough,
to have your scent in my nose,
Feel your fingers on my arm,
your hot breath tickling my ear
laughing at our private little joke,
never will I get close enough
to taste your skin again
feel your weight in my arms
a feather compared to the pull at my heart
your prescence alone almost brings me to my knees,
and after your gone your memory often will
I see you, taste you, feel you, hear you everywhere
Damn you for having this power
not even realizing it, not caring
ignoring what you don't want to know.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Candle lights and your memory
How your body feels,
pressed so tight to mine,
the sting and scrape,
your teeth meeting my neck
bolts of lightning shooting,
from my head to my toes,
centering and collecting,
shocking and exciting
begging, needing, wanting release
from the mental bonds
you look into my eyes
with those beautiful, gorgeous emeralds
tempting and teasing
filling my dreams
with those eyes
But then we dive back into eachother
tasting and teasing the other
causing storms to rip through
shredding, destroying, exciting all
our bodies
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
The rain washes the asphalt clean
slides the red stain into the drain
the skid marks are left for now
a physical reainder of the hearts pain
sheared metal reaching towards the sky
the hands of the damned
created from moments of violence
and then the hours of silence
of dreams to often dreamt
and wishes no genie would fulfill
no magician would make appear
no musicion would try
and all you can do is cry
to yourself, when you realize
your all alone
no one is coming,
you will leave this world
with no one there
no one to care
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The white knight kneels
After the long painful road
The burning hot days,
the freezing, bitter nights
Now with head bowed
The tears run down his face
After years of searching
the castle was empty
The hallways echo
with empty footsteps
His sword dangles loosely
From his numbed fingers
The stairs, he finds comfortable
as he sits for eternity, alone
The white of his armor
Stained and rusted from his tears
The hero of this story
has been left behind
the princess of his dreams
made off with the villain
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Everytime I look
I can't help but think of our one night
When we both looked at each other
For what felt like the first time ever
When the tears fell
They were clean and pure
I miss those warm summer nights
You and I sitting close,
Whispering and murmering nothing
Mouth to ear, and back again
Talking about what others do
And don't
Whose not pulling their weight
And whose going two steps farther
No matter how hard I try
I can never get it just right
No matter what happend last time
Never as comfortable as
On the first day
As when we split paths on the final day
Feeling so damn close
But finding finding so many barriers
Always trying to break the walls down
Always getting closer then having it end
Having the oppertunity close
Taking one step back for every two forward
Losing patience
But never conviction
Or love
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Racism
How can you sit there and claim thta your not rascist? Look at the medie. They never tell you a man was killed, a women was raped, a child abducted, they say an African-American man was brutally murdered, a Caucasian women was raped by a gang, and a young hispanic child has gone missing. If you're giving the information to assist in finding the people responsable, that's fine, thta's great, but when you give it to further drive a wedge between races I believe that that is one of the most evil and foul acts of racism that can be committed.
I believe this because you are furthering a practice that segregates based upon, and monopolizes on, the color of a persons skin.
I believe this because you are furthering a practice that segregates based upon, and monopolizes on, the color of a persons skin.
First try, how's it going?
This is my first blog, ever. My name is Sam and I'm 20 years old. I live for music and motorcycles. I build custom guitars and re-build older motorcycles, especially the imports. I've been with my girlfriend for 1 year and 9 months.
Im in the middle of re-building a 1979 Kawasaki KZ400, a 1979 Honda CB550, and a 1983 Honda FT500 Ascot.
My girlfriend hates motorcycles, which is bullshit. She's always trying to get me to be different then the person that I am. I love her, but it hurts that she can't accept me and just learn to deal with things. She's been abused and treated like shit since she was born pretty much, and now shes controlling. Shes acts like a child sometimes, and when she doesn't get her way she ignores or treats me like crap. I love her, and she used to hide this side of her from me better. But now that we've been together so long she doesn't even try anymore.
I hate what I've become, I despise myself and what I've done to my old friends, people who have been with me through thick and thin. I've ignored them in favor for her.
Fuck, I feel like shit, and I've felt like shit for a long time now. Should I get out of this relationship?
Im in the middle of re-building a 1979 Kawasaki KZ400, a 1979 Honda CB550, and a 1983 Honda FT500 Ascot.
My girlfriend hates motorcycles, which is bullshit. She's always trying to get me to be different then the person that I am. I love her, but it hurts that she can't accept me and just learn to deal with things. She's been abused and treated like shit since she was born pretty much, and now shes controlling. Shes acts like a child sometimes, and when she doesn't get her way she ignores or treats me like crap. I love her, and she used to hide this side of her from me better. But now that we've been together so long she doesn't even try anymore.
I hate what I've become, I despise myself and what I've done to my old friends, people who have been with me through thick and thin. I've ignored them in favor for her.
Fuck, I feel like shit, and I've felt like shit for a long time now. Should I get out of this relationship?
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