Shred it, shed it, toss is out
The outraging mind messing my nails
Do it, dig them in the skin
Or poke them in your eyes
Just do it already
The vibrating signals in the head keeps asking
But why, But why
Sanity trying to win over me?
What would a sane person know about sanity?
He’s never been insane.
Ask me what sanity is
No I wouldn’t give anything
to get it back.
Hell I worked so hard to get rid of it
Or did I?
Well there are these bulges of moments
When I try to be normal
I am laughing so loudly in my head
I don’t want people to know I don’t take any pill for keeping my sanity like they do,
They might not like it
So I laugh in my head
Normal is the new insanity if you are not on meds, yo!

Like Me

Like Me

Like me, like me, like me
Look into my eyes, can’t you see?
Feel my vibes, feel the notes and the keys
They all say to like me, like me, like me

And then you repel,
Repel from the honesty
If he gives me all
What will he want when will he call
To take back all, even what I got
So then you repel
But please like me like me like me

Now I look into your eyes
The feeling unknown I see
The warmth is gone
The push is coming
With earth quaking forces
Your words resonating
Cracking the bridging tunnel of hope
We both had created

You feared my selflessness
I your refusal
You questioned your honesty
I my own rejecting you

We both rejecting
You see me desparate
I see only excitement
You see needy me
I saw me happy and carefree

Like me like me like me
Harmless I am
And you stay away
Why won;t you like me

You shook your head
Thinking, no matter what you do
I’ll never feel the likeness nor love
In your eyes




Will You Even Like Me ?

You love me
You love my heart
My Mind and Soul
You worship my grounds I walk
And Bow

And here is this unknown
Too good to be true
Waiting for faults in me
When is my cover blown

Too Good to be true
I am, I am
All to love you
Fantasies do come true
To keep realities in blue

The beast and the beauty whole
You demand more
More of me all of me
My truth to see me fall
Hating heart wretched soul

Are your ready?
To know it all?
My reality and lives
Uncouth, sick and rowdy
Untrustworthy and shady

My frustrations and losses
These insecure reasons


Dictator Me

How is that our governments are preaching Democracy yet our own attitudes are dictatorial? Trying to be control freaks so others wont take advantage of our daily lives. From corporations to individuals we are all trying so hard meaninglessly. Yet we all know from our own experiences, harsh ones and not so harsh ones, that now a days the moment we close our eyes even for one single thing we get screwed over.

Yes that makes us dictators. Protecting ourselves from other peoples fire.
Billing issues
Customer Service issues
Boss issues
Political employee issues
Car traffic issues
Shopping issues

Dealing with things that one has to rely upon others is becoming a tradition.
You wait for everyone, doctors, mechanics, grocery, telephone



Wearing My Wounds Over My Clothes

Wearing My Wounds
Wearing My Wounds Over My Clothes

Wearing My Wounds Over My Clothes

He said
Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” was my favorite
To build the walls around me
The air I breathed surrounds me
But I felt safest
Lonely and the only way to feel  protected

‘Cos every time
Wearing my wounds over my clothes
Only got me exposed
For others to violate me
And I couldn’t help but let them

At the end of this blog I have a question to ask all of you.

As a life coach. I  came from a challenging soul’s struggles meeting tonight. He is classified as clinically depressed. I heard him carefully. I can’t mention names or actual events to keep the identity and events private. Needless to say, he thinks he is broken. He is not fixable. Actually believing he needs to be fixed.

My own belief and experience (and it can be absolutely wrong belief, but I chose to believe it anyways) has taught me that unknown behaviors and complex lifestyles of people are named by certain professionals dangerous or broken or diseased. When in fact the alignment only requires certain special kind of attention in most of those people.

Mostly, it is about how willingly one is ready and able to communicate with oneself effortlessly. How one person is willing to be easy on oneself by accepting and being proud of oneself. How one can recognize himself or herself without seeking others approvals.

The thoughts I suggested to this person are and I ask you all the same. Answer each question as best as you can. I expect his answers tomorrow at the next session

  1. Can he be proud of the wounds irrespective of who has given those wounds to him?
  2. Can he expect to have relationships with others when he doesn’t even have relationship with himself?
  3. Define what he means by communication?

Toodles all…have a blessed day/night with your self.