Sometimes the pain gets to a point that you really don’t care who will be hurt or up set. Then the why did they not say anything. They tried but you where busy. They want to but they had to run.
They tell you when they text a lot or leave voice mail.
See they are reaching out because they texted or left a voice mail or text their using your love for them to get them through one more hour. They want to talk at you to prove the voices wrong.
So when you see a lot of text or voicemail their fighting the voices and it’s a bloody fight. You hear on the voice mail hey hope your having a great evening means I’m under attack. If they say they love you 37x’s the fight is getting worse…… IF this happens and its not your psychotic ex.
The first question should be “are you ok” not “what the fuck!”
Gothic
WE ARE BORN AND WE DIE IN THE MIDDLE IS CALLED LIFE…..
Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust the pain we feel follows all of us. Some pain moves on, Some pain Stay put. Some people get help, As some others get hurt. Some live long, some live short. All and all we all just hurt. some find their loves. others their mates. Some live happy, some tempt fate. At the end of the day, was it all for not? The end is the end by your hand’s or fates. So did we live to the end with anger, with hate. Or with hope and with love. There are no winners. There is no escape, You find out now you wish to escape. Hide if you will. In a house or a cave. The reaper will come and that is your fate. Death will smiles, Return it you should, Return it with glee for he smile for thee. He’s a friend in the end. To the rich or the poor. The sick, the infirmed. The saddest of all is that you wish you knew when. For if you did. Then the kisses would be deeper. the Hugs would be longer. The love would be deeper and the song would be longer. But alas we don’t, In the end all we cry. In the end we will lament. That the only friend left is the friend we want least. He’s still a friend as your time draws near. Cry loud, cry hard for you’re to blame, not death at all. He is doing his job. But you had not. your job was to live, and you had not. You see we all have one job. that’s all we got. Live life to the fullest but most do not. Remember the and remember this well. We know death must call. Ready or not, he will come to call, he will but point. so ask your self this. Did you do your job right. Did you live to the fullest did you live it right????
Finger prints we leave
“Taking You Own Life. Interesting Expression — Taking It From Who? Once It’s Over, It’s Not You Who’ll Miss It. Your Own Death Is Something That Happens To Everybody Else. Your Life Is Not Your Own. Keep Your Hands Off It.”
HG WELLS the time Machine
Have you ever had something happen that makes you see things in a different light. I finally reached out for help with my ptsd . I’m getting a councilor. The voices kept got louder, the Yelling “DO it, end it, Get it over with…” was them saying ask for help, and get rid of the pain.
There was an amazing woman that a hug took all my pain away. It scared me because all I was, was pain. I thought that if the pain was gone I would be nothing……….
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What if I was nothing,
what if this is true?
What if I was nothing, girl,
nothing without you
So what if I was angry,
what did you think I’d do?
I told you that I love you ……..
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- “What If I Was Nothing” – All That Remains
HG Wells made a time device that could go forward and back in time.
What if you could go back in time. Change what happened, change the anger, the fights.
YOUR fear and show her what was the real reason you pulled back. And you could fix the love that was there. You could have what you lost.
Now you Look at her Facebook. See the love in her eyes that she has with her new husband. The smile as she is on a boat crossing a lake on summer vacation with a look of joy and happiness. Fate gave them a second chance at love.
Do you still go back and fix it? . . . .
As the Disturbed’s version of “the sounds of silence” echoes in your head.
You want to know what unconditional love is. . . . Its not getting in the one thing that could make YOUR life happy.
Because true love is not about your wants, its about theirs. The us is only a part of it. When you’re truly in love with some one. Your life means little their life is what matters. Because it should be the same for them and thus gives balance.
I love some one that way. Her happiness means more to me that all the gems, jewels, gold, or money in the world.
She is not here. one day I will hold her pale hand, brush the long black hair away from her face. I will kiss the Painted red lips and see a smiles that has 4 teeth that are very long and are very sharp.
So no I don’t go back and fix it. See you can love more than one persons unconditionally. This fallacy that you can only love one person is crap. A family with 4 aunts, 5 uncles, 3 bothers, 5 sisters, and your parents and your grand parents. You can only love one of them really. Some book, ONE person ideals being used as happiness templet. People are morons. They are reactionary, dangerous, heard animals. That will make fun of others. Hurt even. Even murder others because of color of their skin, clothing, What book of religious persuasion.
So the pain, the hurt, the loss, I feel is mine. Its not for me to share, that’s called love. Not the groveling of “oh take me back.” Love is a chemical reaction that happens. If you are numb to some ones affections nothing will rekindle that love that went cold. You can only hope that a new love will start between you both again.
A heart is made of glass, it break you can fix it but there is a crack in it and it will never fully heal. All you can do is hope that a new love will grow.
So no I don’t go back to fix what happened. because I love her. She is happy, in love, has a great life so my wants are meaningless.
This is healing. This is understanding. This is moving on.
I LONG FOR A PLACE AND A WOMAN I HAVE NOT SEEN………
Many times and she is Stunning
Have you ever missed a place you have never seen. Love a woman you only see when you close your eyes or in a dream. I miss home. I have not seen home in a very long time. You may have already gathered that I don’t see like others see. There are many truths. All truths are relative pick one that works. No its not alternative facts. That is a rues that the smart people play on the stupid. If the word rues stumps you. Its a two step process. step one Google it. step two take your high school English department to court for a shit education. I hurt from morning to night to be home. To see a woman that most would call horrific. Tall, long black hair, long eye teeth, and skin white as death. Her touch as cold as the grave. But I miss her and pine for her gaze and touch. I have unfairly seen another in this image which was wrong on 2 folds. One, I missed loving a wonderful woman for her self. She has found a man that will put her first. Smart man. Two, Its wrong to place ideas of some one else onto someone else. So I here I sit marking time till I get to a place I want to be.
Breaking even the Scripts
I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing
Just prayin’ to a god that I don’t believe in
‘Cause I got time while she got freedom
‘Cause when a heart breaks no it don’t break even
Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that’s gonna put her first
While I’m wide awake she’s no trouble sleeping
‘Cause when a heart breaks no it don’t break even, even, no
What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you,
And what am I supposed to say when I’m all choked up and you’re OK
I’m falling to pieces, yeah,
I’m falling to pieces
They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
‘Cause she’s moved on while I’m still grieving
And when a heart breaks no it don’t breakeven even, no
So I sit and hurt. Some say by choice some say its because I loved deeply. Ask the one here she would say I never loved any one or any thing. That may be on the extreme. And in truth she would have much more grace than to say any thing like that, most likely. So if you have “THAT ONE” hug them often. Kiss them, tell them you love them. because days go by slow years flyby. So I wait for the trip home. A cold touch a beautiful woman and a List of stuff to fix….
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Never had to right a explanation to a post but it looks like I have to. It more longing and excepting that what was holding me here from going home is no longer doing it. She may have been my anchor to keep me from where i want to be. But she still has style, grace, love and kindness. She is my friend. I’m glad she has found her one. But i’m out of here and things have started to fix them selves. Poker is going better. I have a Job. I will have my own place and a dog. Not the one I miss but His Mom and sister are the best. So yes it read it again and understand what I’m saying is. Love peace and pizza grease. I’m going home.
THE DREAM REMAINS THE SAME……
So it has started again. It’s the sleep of the dead till I see her. She is kneeling beside me. Hair is long but kind curled ( a wave) she is covered in blood. Her dress is white with stitching and beads. Its a sunny day, she is laughing. Knife can be seen and the blood is mine. Only change this time is my dog is laying at my head as i slip to darkness……….. Poker also sucks last to major online tournaments.
Many times and she is Stunning
The ROADS WE WALK HAVE DANGERS UNSEEN….
It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence.
Mahatma Gandhi
It’s time to find my armor again. I lost my old armor. It no longer fit. It was full of holes, tattered, and mismatched. I was coming out of a unhealthy marriage of 17 years. I was running with a bad crowd and living on pain meds. I had to make a choice to take a chance and live or stay and see how dark it would get.
A friend found me and had me live in their attic. I found someone and fell in love and moved in. The cost was my armor. The armor covers open wounds. Cuts that would not heal, that oozed icker that had a truly foul smell. Scars and marks from where I had out grown the armor.
It’s now time to find my new armor. To enter the war that is life you need an armor. Some can get through it with a jerkin and a light vest. Some need gothic plate armor that is more a show of opulence and protection. Protects them from life. So these people feel nothing and say it’s a deities will, or fate.
Karma is a fickle Mistress she does not forgive or forget. I have paid for my crimes against Her. Others are having her move in and settle down for a while.
None of this is for me to bare and or take upon my self. I need some type of armor. My choice of armor is leather and chain. This is lightweight but still offers protection. We all need protection from the acid, slings, arrows and blows that life will deliver.
A fool thinks they need no armor. We all need some type of protection. There is one that will forever be able to fine the weak spots in the armor. I know theirs. I can not be slowed by the passing glances that life throws my way. The forget to reply. The missed phone calls. Life is not for the weak and no one gets out alive. All truth is relative pick one that works. It all boils down to the same thing. To live is to fight. To fight does not always mean to hit someone. It means get up in the morning 15 minutes early if you have to, To finish up making lunch. To finish that load of dishes. When you cant fight, your armor will protect you for the time you need.
Life is a contact sport. I tried to hide in a hole. It still found me. If you decide not to partake, you still are. You just let it making the choices not you. So yes it’s time for me to once more go into the breach. Yes life will kill me it does it to every one but its better to go down swinging than to die scared under the bed.
The road we walk has Demon’s under them. Mine have waited along time for me to come out and walk the road. Who am I to deny them. Or myself of the fight. So yes its time for me to find new armor. Not to live on Caffeine, Animosity, and Anger. But to use what I have learned and start again. Its not the destination its the journey. The sights along the way. This is what you regale your friends with at home or the bar. Life is meant to be experienced not hidden from.
THE WINDOWS TO THE SOUL…
Her eyes are haunted they do not sparkle. Life has been ruff for her. she says ” I’m happier than I have ever been.” The eyes are the windows to the soul. that’s why poker players wear sunglasses.
Why should I care? Why should I wonder about it? I have seen the eyes sparkle. Why should it bother me? I guess you have never given a homeless person a meal. helped an older person with getting any thing from a high shelf. helped a child find mom or a policeman.
We are human and we are suppose to look out for each other. She looks out for me as best she can. Her heart is with an other. She tries. People are people. IF you loved them and it was real. Then there will always be feelings there. UNLESS the end was horrid and was all your fault, then you wont have those feelings.
Some are in relationships that it is of convenience and little else. Some are perfect Illusions to point to a pop hit. Some are so intense they leave scars. Will I ever find someone? The world thinks I will. I’m not looking, I have friends but like the captain of the Dutchman. Its in a box on a shelf being watched over. I can have it any time I want it. I don’t want it at this point in my life. I want to play poker and see things.
I know the person watching it has forgotten they have it. Its covered in webs and dust. Which is fine. When its discovered years from now. It will have the scars of a life partly lived. The note in side will say “the plan did not work. It was flawed but its all we had so we ran with it.” Some loves last eons. Some they write stories over, some are horror movies.
When I go home and I awaken an I look around from this dream. I will see new scars and a face looking back at me. She will say welcome home. The heart will start to beat again. Atrophied muscles starting to work and pump blood again. She will look at me and place a hand on my chest. With a sad look she will know it was a bad dream with a love that did not last. She will kiss my cheek and say there is work to do. She will smile and say and “I have needs also.”
That awakening is years away. There are tables to play. hands to win. A friend I miss with sad haunted eyes. they will say I’m wrong and I’m seeing zebras in a horse stable. But I know her eyes I saw love, hate, and sadness in them all caused by me. I lived in those eyes. Now I live on a couch and play cards.
As I finish this post up. a song makes me smile. On one hand I hear Archer saying “DANGER ZONE. Lana”. On the other I feel the feeling when I have ace high and I push with two kings showing and win.
Yes all this from seeing a friends sad eyes…
” TWENTY YEARS FROM NOW……”
Something funny happened recently. It snapped when I watched a video. It was from the t.v. show the Blacklist. Red is trying to calm Resstler after Resstler was shot. Red paints a picture of what he wants to do one more time before he dies.
I’m 49 years old. I have zero work skills. I have one thing going for me, my mind. Its been tortured and abused. Friends and foe alike have left there scars. The saying keep your friends close and your enemies closer has a hidden message. Sometimes are worst enemies are our best friends. You know what to expect from them.
I have been a horrid person in the past. I have left mental scars on my friends. Some have returned the favor . I was never the arm candy some wanted. I was never the obedient pet some wanted. When I point out what they did, oh that’s has little importance to them. For they only care about what they received not what they have done.
I get accused of twisting facts and redirecting issues. Funny I get accused that when I redirect the attack back where it came from. Yes I sometimes bludgeon people with there mistakes. It was done unto me. That is a poor excuse but its true. I have been peoples dirty secret. I have been the other man when there life was crappy I have even been the other man for the same person. I will post this one with little fan fair.
I have learned many things from poker, the biggest one is. LET THE HAND GO! Sounds OH so easy. They even made a song out of it for a kids movie. When your playing cards for money there is this think called “TILT”. It is positive, and negative, both ways are bad. What do I mean….. Example you have 3 kings and 2 aces. That’s called a full house. A winner a LARGE percent of the time. They have 4 aces, guess what, YOU LOSE.
Now this is where “TILT” happens. You cant let it go. You start beating your self up on how the beat sucked. You then go on and lose 5 more hands because you have not let it go yet. Positive “TILT” you have the 4 aces to there full house.
When you have the hand you now feel bullet proof. You can do no wrong. You can do any thing. Your start playing stupid its worse when it works for a couple hands.
People use my past against me. They get mad when I use it against them. Its ok for them to hold the fear of me snapping at someone. Its ok if they leave me at home, back burner me. Use things I said or did against me but I cant return the favor.
I have changed over the past 18 months. None more that the past 6 weeks. I love a Vampire, A House Druid, and a few more. But riddle me this. Why is it ok for others to use fear of the past as a reason for actions now. But its wrong if I do it? Why is it wrong if I point out things but they can?
People ask me Why I’m not dating now. Why after losing 80 pounds and fixing my life why don’t I date. Because if I date I have to answer to some one. I have to think of others. Be the house-boyfriend, the House Dragon,
i cant be me.
I’m crude when people are crude to me. I don’t throw the first punch. I need to be called the Butler first. I need some one to disrespect the person I’m with. They miss that fact. Its me its always me. It was also me that placed 10th in the poker tournament. It was me that One 5 Omaha tournaments.
Two of the most important people in my life I have been horrid to. They have returned it in spades. In both cases they fired the first shot. I shot back much harder and I’m the bad guy.
The list is long and in truth not worth thinking about. The hand is over. I wont go on tilt because they are. A very beautiful woman asked me to forgive my self for the bad that happened with us. She has and she has forgiven me. I’m a poker degenerate. I’m ok with that. I’m also broken and covered in scars. ” Chicks dig scars.” My brother has a veil that people miss read. They listen to his off the cuff words and not his actions. Its a misdirection that few will see. I started to call him out on it in privet.
I have changed. Raymond does not come out often. I know who I am. I think it scares people because I did it. I changed when some never thought I could. People had it in their head that It could not happen. They found someone new as I was doing it. I take pride that I help find happiness, even if its not with me. It could have screwed me up worse if I would have given up because of what happened.
At some point in your life you have to understand this. You can not control how people react to you or treat you. YOU can only control how you react and treat them.
I will always love the important women in my life. I just wish they could see that its not all on me. Its not all on them. People have asked me to let it go. I am. I’m seeing things differently now. I’m not letting people use passive aggression toward me. I never noticed it before. Now I take each conversation as an independent chat.
I’m a poker player that’s my job. I need a few things, tools I need for my job. Like when your getting your degree in college. So I will do odd jobs to get a bank roll. But make no mistake. My job is a poker player. Its others that never wanted me to be one. It’s scary. Like being shot at. Like jumping from planes. Like opening the door to go out side.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.Author some say Mark Twain. some say no…
49 + 20 = 69 we will see who’s married, who has bracelets, and who is happy.
GOOD DAY, BAD DAY, THEY ALL RUN TOGETHER…
It’s the start of fall in New England. Few places I enjoy like here in the fall. The sun is bright and the days are clear and the leaves are starting to turn colors (colours). The summer is slipping away. The summer loves are ending. They all are finding there ways back to the realities from which they came. I have great days, good days and yes even some bad days. To day is one of the bad days. I don’t know why I have them. It’s this feeling of being twisted, having all the happiness wrung from you like a wet rag. If I don’t catch it it’s a day of hell. My mind beating me with every bad thing I ever said or have done. It’s the this is your shit life lets relive the lowest points that we can. Remember what you said to you mom. Hey remember the time with your first wife. Hey your such a worthless human being that the woman that says ” no matter what we will make it. ” I will never leave you behind.” Yes you rotten bastard you even drove her away. I hope the man you drove her too. Now that their married is better to her than you. Yes this is my mind beating on me. I have no job, no license, and I want to run. Run where you ask. 2nd star to the right and straight on till morning. In a 30 day cycle I have a break down of 20 average days, 4 really great days. That leaves 6 days that came form the darkest reaches of the cave. The places you don’t look because the bad things live there. The places that if you walk to close the cold reaches out and grabs you. It pulls you in and laughs as you sit there. See the issue is I’m getting more comfortable there. Because I lived there for months. That’s not to say it does not suck it just the reality. I got use to living in the dark. Sitting in a chair as the darkness comes and envelops you. The closing in of the dark. My girl friend would have meeting so I would be alone from 8am till some times 9:30 10 pm. I would not turn on a light I would let the dark take me. She was the light that would save me. Well that light is some one else’s and I sit in the dark and wait. So its a Dark Day as I call it. My room mate comes home and turns on extra lights to help but its already settled in. I will sleep in a few hours. I will have night mares about having my dog only to wake up and be alone. I will hide in bed till its safe to start my day. Yes there reason she left you are both yours and hers. She has asked you to forgive your self for the bad and live your life. I wish I could. One day maybe. one day at a time I guess….
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