"The clock ticks, but I don't care anymore...Your love is all I'm living for... I want your heart in my hand, you already have mine... I want you by my side for the rest of time. I'm down on one knee, as the clock strikes twelve... we've been together for a year, but deeper I'd like to delve... through the ups and downs we're here for each other... you're the one, I don't want another."
-A. Lewis
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
February Quotes - 2/17/10
"Knowledge is power; belief is command; intelligence is authority."
"We must do. Posture without action is no more concrete than a theory with no proof."
"Doubts are leaden weights that form in spaces that lack positive thinking."
-A. Lewis
"We must do. Posture without action is no more concrete than a theory with no proof."
"Doubts are leaden weights that form in spaces that lack positive thinking."
-A. Lewis
A Brief Philosophy: Show and Tell - 2/17/10 (from 2/4/10)
"In life, people can pick up on what we show. However, they can see through all we do. That is because our minds govern our thoughts, which govern our actions. The things you do reflect your state of mind, be it flawed or malinformed. Any time we make a decision to act, we hold a mirror up to ourselves...it takes a strong person to look at it though."
-A. Lewis
-A. Lewis
A Freestyle Piece: Lost Woman - 2/17/09 (from 2/3/10)
"You can't be pissed at what you missed...while I was standing in front of you, you were looking back; by the time you turned around, the only thing to face were the facts. You were looking for me, but all you could see...was the mirror, your vanity showing you the person you've yet to be. You've yet to see how you are... the reason you're alone; I hope you see it before you're all gone."
-A. Lewis
-A. Lewis
A Freestyle Piece: Dark Woman - 2/17/10 (from 2/3/10)
"Your actions are dark, indicative of the pain that's been caused; your thoughts are manipulative, calculating, and dirty, indicative of the grimy things that have been done to you. There is a tint to everything you put out...no man can see your beauty through such opacity."
-A. Lewis
-A. Lewis
Random February Knowledge
"All I see are men that want companionship, and women that want commitment. Funny thing is, guys get mad when women aren't committed, and women get mad when men aren't companions. When two people aren't on the same page, they can tear through the book trying to get there...and usually they end up with deep emotional paper cuts. Maybe read the preface next time…read up before you end up with a crappy book."
"I wonder where vulnerability went...men have taken on this "there's more vagina than penis/I'm a commodity" mindset, to justify being players to prevent getting played or hurt. Women have taken on this "independent/bad b*tch" mindset to justify being single(and declining/using guys), and preventing being open enough to get played or even fall for a guy. All of these walls are boxing in hearts; and they're suffocating."
"Women will rush into relationships because they'll give a man the love they don't have for themselves...and expect to receive the love the should have for themselves. Men will avoid relationships because they take the maturity they don't have (which philandering supports), and because they are afraid of what love can do to them: make them vulnerable."
-A. Lewis
"I wonder where vulnerability went...men have taken on this "there's more vagina than penis/I'm a commodity" mindset, to justify being players to prevent getting played or hurt. Women have taken on this "independent/bad b*tch" mindset to justify being single(and declining/using guys), and preventing being open enough to get played or even fall for a guy. All of these walls are boxing in hearts; and they're suffocating."
"Women will rush into relationships because they'll give a man the love they don't have for themselves...and expect to receive the love the should have for themselves. Men will avoid relationships because they take the maturity they don't have (which philandering supports), and because they are afraid of what love can do to them: make them vulnerable."
-A. Lewis
Friday, February 12, 2010
A Poem: Love Is A Battlefield - 2/12/10
I'm just making my everyday travels and what do I see?
A beautiful soldier limping past me...
Clothes tattered and bloody
Boots worn and muddy
It was apparent that her last battle had been awfully ugly.
The look on her face was not one of pain though...
Her sanguine-stained cheeks were filled with an anguish she sought to vanquish
And now too deep in this quest, she was beginning to languish
I could not conceive nor believe that this woman that looked to be kin to Eve
Only wanted love, yet men continued to bereave...
It made no sense.
But in my stupor, I made my way to her.
Never had I seen such erosion of character...
The bullet holes in her clothes showed that men had taken shots
But her bulletproof vest of confidence made sure she didn't get got
Her abdomen was the cleanest part of what was left of her uniform...
The arms she once hugged with were now dragging along
The smile that once shined forth was now lagging along,
With her entire demeanor. The meaner the enemies,
The harder she fought to love sensibly...
But those men were impossible...
They had hearts that weren't unlockable..
Waited until they got to know you before they began to show you,
That their blows weren't blockable.
Like spies on enemy sides, they took your info and used against you
But you were a true lover...putting your essence on the line in every fight you got into...
Your knuckles are bare...a pale representation of your true skin tone
And there are lines on your face...each place where your skin's gone.
Tears of acid did it to you...tears of pain and hurt covered in rain and dirt.
You were left to die after every battle
Each man leaving a scar like a brand on a cattle...
You limp, legs languid from standing up to near insurmountable lies
Your boots are hackneyed from kicking the BS back at these guys
But no other place is as affected as your eyes...
Once a beautiful color, but now as dull as a morning sky with no sunrise
Instead of the black and white you were given, you tried to see in hues
But in this vision logicality was missin', so you continued to lose...
It came to the point where you had to choose
Either start fighting back and make them pay their dues
Or remain idyllic and face near insufferable blues...
Ranging from sky to royal to navy, they came to down you
Reality came crashing down around you
Leaving lacerations all over...
But even then, you continued to fight.
Like a martyr for love, you were battling for what was right
What was YOUR right: the right to a good, honest love.
You've held up nicely, I must give you credit
But love is a battlefield, and I'm here to play medic.
Let's heal these wounds and make sure you convalesce
We're fighting for the same cause...maybe our hearts can coalesce.
-A. Lewis
A beautiful soldier limping past me...
Clothes tattered and bloody
Boots worn and muddy
It was apparent that her last battle had been awfully ugly.
The look on her face was not one of pain though...
Her sanguine-stained cheeks were filled with an anguish she sought to vanquish
And now too deep in this quest, she was beginning to languish
I could not conceive nor believe that this woman that looked to be kin to Eve
Only wanted love, yet men continued to bereave...
It made no sense.
But in my stupor, I made my way to her.
Never had I seen such erosion of character...
The bullet holes in her clothes showed that men had taken shots
But her bulletproof vest of confidence made sure she didn't get got
Her abdomen was the cleanest part of what was left of her uniform...
The arms she once hugged with were now dragging along
The smile that once shined forth was now lagging along,
With her entire demeanor. The meaner the enemies,
The harder she fought to love sensibly...
But those men were impossible...
They had hearts that weren't unlockable..
Waited until they got to know you before they began to show you,
That their blows weren't blockable.
Like spies on enemy sides, they took your info and used against you
But you were a true lover...putting your essence on the line in every fight you got into...
Your knuckles are bare...a pale representation of your true skin tone
And there are lines on your face...each place where your skin's gone.
Tears of acid did it to you...tears of pain and hurt covered in rain and dirt.
You were left to die after every battle
Each man leaving a scar like a brand on a cattle...
You limp, legs languid from standing up to near insurmountable lies
Your boots are hackneyed from kicking the BS back at these guys
But no other place is as affected as your eyes...
Once a beautiful color, but now as dull as a morning sky with no sunrise
Instead of the black and white you were given, you tried to see in hues
But in this vision logicality was missin', so you continued to lose...
It came to the point where you had to choose
Either start fighting back and make them pay their dues
Or remain idyllic and face near insufferable blues...
Ranging from sky to royal to navy, they came to down you
Reality came crashing down around you
Leaving lacerations all over...
But even then, you continued to fight.
Like a martyr for love, you were battling for what was right
What was YOUR right: the right to a good, honest love.
You've held up nicely, I must give you credit
But love is a battlefield, and I'm here to play medic.
Let's heal these wounds and make sure you convalesce
We're fighting for the same cause...maybe our hearts can coalesce.
-A. Lewis
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