Sunday, February 28, 2010

Personalities

Personalities come in so many varieties in this multi-hued palette that we call existence. Would we really want it any other way? This large assortment of mental textures is what truly makes life interesting. Sure... we could all be the same... Yeah... it would be very easy to understand each other then. Yet, how boring would that be? It is that quest for understanding... for a furthered sense of perception... that makes waking up every day something different. Close encounters.... gazes from afar... there would be no real reason or meaning behind actually getting to know someone if we were all the same. It would be obvious what every individual was feeling or thinking to every other individual. So, what would be the benefit for any interpersonal actions? There would be no spice... nothing to spark our interests. In fact, it is these differences in each and every one of us that pull us together.... and, yet, hold us apart. Disagreements can lead to a gained sense of knowledge regarding the world around you. However, they can also lead to arguments and war.

Would we fight with ourselves if we were all the same – in some monotone world with no person to person interest that pushes us to involve ourselves with others? My first thought was that, however boring a world like that tends to seem, we would not have a reason to fight with each other. Then, I thought about it some more. Have you ever fought with yourself? A basic psychology class teaches of the idea or theory of the Id, the Ego, and the Super Ego. Each of these elements provide a different motivating/de-motivating factor to the actions of every individual's mind... to their overall thought process. Do they conflict with each other? Of course they do. In fact, all three are in a constant battle with each other. So, if we were all the same, would we all be on the same mental clock when these battles occur? The only standard in a world where everyone was the same would be the idea of the Id. It holds our basic drives For pleasure and Against displeasure... basically, it is part of our personality's foundation from birth and sometime before. The ego and super ego are very much influenced by our environments. So, can there be a world where everyone is truly the same?

If the world was roamed by people who all had the same personality they actually wouldn't all have the exact same personality. The variable of the planet on which we live would shape these 'clones' into individuals after all. Earth is not a terrarium. Temperatures, terrains, and quantities of food differ so much from point A to point B that not even complete genetic clones could expect to have the same personalties forever. After all, life experience dictates much of who you become. The battles between the Id, Ego, and Super Ego serve to decide just how much these experiences will change you and in which direction these changes will occur. Even if you started fresh with no humans on Earth then suddenly were able to somehow repopulate the planet with 6 billion infant clones – then feed and nurture them all in the same manner until they could fend for themselves, personalities would still begin to differ not long after you left them to grow.

Changes wouldn't be extreme at first. Differentiations would be, to a large extent, only seen in between long distances. Individuals at close proximity to one another would be living in near identical environments. They would have no need early on to change their actions. However, across the planet the changes would come much faster. Continent to continent, region to region, groups of people would begin adapting the the environment around them. Just as happened with the earliest humans, groups would form... the cultures... civilizations... As generations pass, one group would teach their offspring differently than would another group. The personality differences will have finally developed a solid root base in a world which began with everyone being the same. The changes would continue to mutate with every consecutive generation.

At some point, cultures would meet... they would disagree... we can hope that the outcome would be a furthered understanding of each other... because, at the start, they were all - of course - the same... but, more than likely, disagreements would probably lead to arguments... then war. And, over the course of time... thousands of years, there would be many agreements and dis agreements... Promises will be made and broken... New life will come to formation and old life will meet its conclusion... some cultural doors will be opened and some will be closed... people will travel back and forth – exchanging their ideas no matter how different they are from those of their counter parts. Some people will learn to embrace individuality as well as everything that makes them different from everyone else. Yet, they will forget to embrace the things that make everyone else different from them. And, at the end of the day... when the last ray of sun slips behind the stage curtain we call a horizon... All off the people will have long forgotten that 'their peoples' were all the same 'people' at one point in time.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Emotional Cave People: WAKE UP!

Society, this world, is made so crazy by all of it's minions.... you, me, he, she... We all wander the streets in search of something more – like ants on some arbitrary expedition to find the next big meal. The emotional rocks and river valleys of our existence only further the insanity by rendering each of us more and more different from the next individual we meet. Yet, we've been thrown into this fishbowl the we call a planet and are supposed to get along. It's humorous how many calls for world peace I can see or hear on the television or radio -- yet I can walk down the street or talk with a group and see so much disconnect. How can we ever expect everyone in this world to get along when we can't even be empathetic humans to each other in our own backyard? Respect and decency are traits that seem to be caught in the last bit of dirty, soap foamed bath water that is spiraling its way down the shower drain of our culture. Hell, maybe it always was that way... I don't know. I do know this... empathy is surely on its home stretch -- riding on the backs of those other traits. Few have this amazing ability anymore. The insanity of this is that empathetic emotional exchange is such a simple thing. All one has to do is listen to another. Talk to someone... pick up on their deepest feelings... or merely the ones right on the surface... and, for fuck's sake, don't use them for your own benefit. It is scary how often this ability is overlooked, never learned, or even abused. Empathy is how we get into each others hearts and souls. Without it, we might as well be half-robots that constantly barrage one another with deep emotional wounds. It is our choice whether we inflict any level of emotional trauma on someone in our lives. Yet, so many play it off like they have no understanding of what it is that they might have said... or done... We are all human. We know what ruffles our own feathers. And, with just a touch of empathy.... we can prevent ourselves from unjustifiably hurting others. Think before you act. Feel, appreciate, respect, understand.... In another word... EMPATHIZE...

Friday, February 12, 2010

Happy Valentine's Day Everyone!!!!

Twelve roses wrapped within a ribbon
Softly sit upon the rocks
The ocean crashes far below
A girl stands there in her socks

She quickly paces back and forth
Along a jagged cliff side ledge
Her thoughts have wandered far away
As she moves closer to the edge

A mind that has been so misled
Finds itself lost in love
A thousand tears are to be shed
As she stands so high above

There is no rhyme or reason
For why it is she feels this way
With thoughts of someone special
She takes a big step... anyway...

Twelve roses wrapped within a ribbon
Greg holds them in his hand
And as he knocks upon the door
In his mind there is a plan

Dreams of candles and moonlight
Have been in his head for weeks
His heart begins to go insane
As her front door begins to squeak

Kate stares into his eyes
She's more beautiful than ever
And there's a smile on her face
A great start to his endeavor

Suddenly he's in the house
And they're talking like old times
There's a kind of sweet connection
Their conversation almost rhymes

Yet, Greg feels a sense of guilt
Kate know she's seen that look before
Without a chance for exploration
There's a knock upon the door

There's a different lady standing there
And next to her a kid
“So, this is called a business meeting?”
And, then she flips her lid.
Kate tells them to leave her house now
And then she searches for her keys
She swears the heater must be on
It feels like one million five degrees

The door slams shut behind her
Then she gets into her car
She knows not where she's going
But it's somewhere oh so far

The speedometer is pegging out
As she tries to escape the commotion
She knows now where she'll go
High above the Pacific Ocean

Kate enters the parking lot
The lines blurred by tear flushed eyes
She gets out to take a look
And begins to laugh but quickly cries...

Another knock upon a door
As he packed his things inside
The policeman said that she had jumped
There was no question as to why

Twelve roses wrapped within a ribbon
And a mind in disarray
With a special note to Greg that read
'Have a happy Valentine's Day.'
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Muhahahahahaha!!! Enjoy the day X-D! FYI I do know that this is a couple of days early. However, I will not prolong posting this plethora of prose. Hah...

Scattered Grains of Sand

Okay this is the second of the two that I talk about in the last post... which re-enforces what I said earlier... I'm not sure which I actually wrote first but I am pretty sure this one was indeed the second. Similar style, different content... well, in a way...
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(V1)
Sailing seas of solitude
With waves of discontent
Pondering old memories
And of the time that's lent

I can hear you whispering
In the softest breeze
Yeah, I can hear you whispering
As I'm floating softly...
Through the Keyes...
(Floating through the Keyes)

(V2)
Humid air can be colder
Than most could ever think
Salted wind does not dry tears
It's just easier to blink
I can see the glimmer of
Your soul in every sunrise
But a most perfect ocean's blue
Will never capture... the hue...
Of your eyes...
(Of your eyes...)

(Chorus)
Where are you?
I am here
But I just want
To disappear
The tide has turned
The sun has set
As fog rolls in
My eyes are wet
Where are you?
I'm still here
I just need you
To re-appear
I give my heart
It's out of reach
We're just two grains of sand
Scattered on an endless beach

(V3)
Washed up on an empty shore
A face not recognized
Cannot seem to clear my head
You caught me by surprise
It might have been many moons ago
But I still see you in my dreams
And many moons have passed since then
But you are still...
The only one who gleams...
(The one who gleams...)

(Chorus)
Where are you?
I am here
But I just want
To disappear
The tide has turned
The sun has set
As fog rolls in
My eyes are wet
Where are you?
I'm still here
I just need you
To re-appear
I give my heart
It's out of reach
We're just two grains of sand
Scattered on an endless beach...
(On an endless beach...) x3

Niagara Falls

Okay. Here is one of two I wrote the last time I was out on the water. This is exactly the reason I need to stay on land... too much time to walk the gravel roads of my mind. Eventually, I always get lost on them one way or another.
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(V1)
Sitting here alone again
'Long side a dusty pier
Can't seem to ever understand
Why the fuck I'm here
Just want to find a path
To some secret piece of mind
The world is dark and hazed
And although I'm sitting
I am running blind
(Running blind...) x2

(V2)
Another day is passing by
Filled with confusion
I'm trapped inside a puzzle
There is no solution
Life hits me like a mallet
And leaves pain inside my soul
The soil has all eroded
So now there's nothing left
To feel the hole
(To feel the hole..) x2

(Chorus)
I can't go on
In this hell
Here's my soul
It's up for sell
Take my love
Take my pain
I stand alone
Nothing to gain
I can't go on -
On like this
Remembering
So many times we kissed
So take my heart
Take my name
Take my soul
It's all the same.

(V3)
Still I sit again beneath
This canopy of clouds
Just another lonely day
That I'm lost inside the crowd
Floating down the river
That meanders through my heart
My eyes feel like Niagara Falls
As I softly... fall apart.
(Fall apart...)

(Chorus)
I can't go on
In this hell
Here's my soul
It's up for sell
Take my love
Take my pain
I stand alone
Nothing to gain
I can't go on
In this place
Lost within
This empty space
So, take my heart
Take my tears
I've been crushed
Within the gears

I can't go on...

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Leaves of Tin

V1:
Thinking of so many people
As I ponder my existence
Pacing back and forth in fog
With voices in the distance

Daily I'm less satisfied
With everything I do
Living life on purchased time
Yet it keeps me close to you

(Chorus)
As I wait here in the wind
All the leaves, they turn to tin
I want to tell you something
But I know not where to begin
And everything I want to say
It never seems to go away
I can't forget the memories
The skies are turning gray.

V2:
Skating on the thinnest ice
Near the horizon of the rink
Attempting to forget your face
Is causing me to drink
But when you are so near
Everything tends to subside
The unrest just disappears
This, in you, I must confide

(Chorus)
As I wait here to begin
All the leaves, they turn to tin
I want to tell you something
But you are lost amongst the wind
And everything I want to say
It never seems to go away
I can't forget the memories
The skies are turning gray.

Outro:
But the wind begins to change
And then birds begin to sing
The fog begins to clear
The pendulum begins to swing
Like seeds cast across the plains
There you are in front of me
Like the sweet scent of salvation
There you are and I am free

Sunday, February 07, 2010

Untitled (Song, work in progress?)

This one has no chorus yet. So we shall see what happens with it.
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I'm sitting on the porch right now
And I've been longing for you
The pain inside a broken heart
Is the only thing that's true

Underneath the sunlight I can find
So many memories of when
I stared into your endless eyes
And I want to be back then

Memories can haunt you like
Reflections in a broken mirror
No matter how hard I try to escape them
I'm still wishing you were here

My life was still so difficult
But you gave me wings to fly
Now I can't even find the coldest shoulder
For some shelter when I cry

You're still in the spotlight of my heart
But you're a million miles away
And my soul is turning callused as
I sit through another lonely day

Still longing for your brisk return
So I may see your eyes once more
But until that day meets its inception
I'll be sitting by this door.