Thought of the Day

I'm no better than you, even though I've been telling myself that.

I have been living for you, and in spite of you for too long.

I now realize, yes its pathetic, that I've just been punishing them.

I've been calling myself something that I'm not, and degrading you.

I'm definitely not better than you.

Clearly, we are on the level (despite how we feel toward the other).

Thought of the Day

As long as you derive inner help and comfort from anything, keep it. ~ Gandhi, Mahatma

I'm a Mason because I derive inner help and comfort from it. I have longed often for a creed to abide by, live by, swear by. I strive each day to live the obligation I swore, as a man.

I treasure growth of knowledge, wisdom, and spiritualism. Yet, I have, sofar, been unable to obtain those instruments.

So I keep in great esteem the wisdom of men much wiser than I am. I seek their companionship, fellowship, and learning from them.

Gandhi is one such those men.


 

Thought of the Day

 Character is quality of a man. To define more astutely, character defines what a man is perceived as, regarded, and taken upright.

A tried and true man will employ the working tools, his character will be square. His mind shall be level. And his heart will be plumb.

Character is a man's essence; exuding his beliefs, values, ethics, and virtues. For man has no greater calling than to be of sound character. A man is to meet on level, act on square, and depart plumb. This is for a man to learn and work.

A man of sound character is a man of solid judgment. He is a fair man, quiet in voice, yet loud in hearing. He gives of himself portions, ever true and equal. He tends empathetically to indigant.

Character is for these reasons, the pillars which support a man's body, mind, and soul.

Thought of the Day

If you asked for light upon your brow
Would you cross threshing floors affront?
Would you tap doors if adjoined?
If you found would you apply for it?

If a key was placed upon your palm
Would you try continuous doors if met?
Would you ask Knowledge if given?
If you saw Wisdom would you rap?

Thought of The Day

I can't really discern the fragile from the lame. And I can't distinguish love from kindness. Yet, I'm bound to pursue...

Thought of the Day My heart lays within my chest, against the blade point at rest. I couldn't fake courage, mentally I don't have that usage.

Thought of the Day

A Virtue?

I talk too much, I gather from the body language of others.

Maybe that is the reason that I like to blog and Tweet.

Patience, for the time life takes, to meet the Creator, they call a virtue.

I ponder then, if Silence is a virtue, as well.

Thought of the Day

Essentially, the three 'tudes are key to progress. They are, without specific order: Aptitude, Attitude, and Gratitude.

Success is measured with Progress, Wisdom, and Character.

I humble myself to those more intelligent than I, learning with persistence and thankfulness.

Sound, Upright, and Just in belief. Intelligent, Logical, Rhetorical in thought. Attentive, Earnest, and Conscientious in work.

Thought of the Day

Text from this morning {to my ex-wife because my son stayed last night and she just picked him up at 7:20 AM]:

"I hate you for making me miss them [our children] so much."

Thought of the Day

My heart hurts. It always will. Not because its been broken or trampled. But because its loved.

I'm saddened. Because I am unsure if I can love back with the voracity I am loved with.

On The Fray [of a Tight Rope Suicide]

Man, when e'er the situs arise,
I feel my mind 'scaping to get hig'
No mo'e wond'ring wha' mie come nex'
'Cause I'm crank'd out once aga'n.
I do not assume to contrive a splinter
Whilst a plank bores into my iris.
I clearly understand blinders hinder
My peripheral sightlines.
Man, why ya always askin' tho'e dumas'
Nerd things makin' nonsense of it
Wit' no rhyme or reason
Makin' e'erone go peacin'.
I shall not walk upon a level
Nor shall I balance high in the air
Without knowledge of protection
In instance that I fall from here.
Grab yo' stuff now an' flee
'Efo' som' dumshi' happen
With all the catastrophes
Yo' talk is the lame as 'ell.
My speech is a catalyst propound
My swagger a march upright
My view askew
My soul a ring...
Watch yo' mouf, man.
Yo' 'tude not the plan.
Put yo' teef out.
With smack of a hand.
Wearily I travel this pedulum
Hopes arise for something plumb
And believing the book
I found that I am overtook.
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Thought of the Day

Once in my life, I want to be the one that everyone comes to and looks up to. But, I think that I may have lost that opportunity many moons ago.
If the sun forgets to rise, I want to have been on the coast to watch the finale, one last setting into the blue horizon.
Once in my life, I want to love and not lose it. I want to told, "anything, anytime, anywhere," and for it to be meant. I want to give myself to someone completely and at the end of the day, not feel as though I regret opening up my heart to be trampled over.

For once, I want to go a day without the feeling of morbid embarrassment.

Thought of the Day

Nepenthe - [definition 2 by dictionary.com]-

   Anything inducing a pleasurable sensation of forgetfulness, esp. of sorrow or trouble.

 

I suppose that I will forego the obvious polarizations and assume that by "anything," the definers mean "with physical attributes." Thus, my children induce a pleasurable sensation of forgetfulness. I tend to feel as though I forget the horror of a three-year marriage and the scars left on all involved, especially the children, my little ones.

 

So for the thought of the day, I will use a text that I sent to the baby mama Sunday afternoon when the little ones left after the weekend with daddy.

 

"Please tell the Little Ones that I miss them already. And that I love them more than I need air to breathe."

 

 

Poetry for Losers

Don't pretend to understand.
My life most will ne'er fathom.

I have said it once and oft' unheard.
I could state that I find its
absurd.

Don't pretend to listen now.
It has already been
awhile.

I hear each and every word.
I listen with intent to regurge.