Fate has blessed the wolf (My first attempt at a hokku)

Hey LP’s,

Gonna be venturing into the world of Hokku, a japanese form of poetry. Hokku’s consist of three lines following a strict 5-7-5 syllable outline. To add my own twist to it, I will also link Hokku’s together (in other words, it will be multiple hokku’s but they all are connected), as many of my poems this will be written as I type, so let’s see what I come up with.

Denial of life
Leads to the loss of your love
Or is that backwards?

Selfish or selfless?
She claim’s I am the latter
But is that the truth?

Insecure boy holds
Onto those he fears losing
How is that selfless?

She deserves the stars
But settles for a candle
Who’s truly selfish?

Defined as “The one”
Love six years in the making
Now put to action

A passionate flame
Burning up rational thought
Strong paranoia

All concern seems wrong
completely unjustified
It’s my own problem

Suspicion leads to
Over-analyzation
Drives fear in the heart

Thoughts lead to problems
Formed from insecurities
Learn to trust again

Do not suffocate
Flame needs oxygen to burn
Give her what she needs

To deny your love
Of finding their own way home
Leads to a lost life

Fate has blessed the wolf
With a tiger of his own
The journey begins

Love the life given
Embrace those willing to share
Their life and their love

Suicide: Selfish?

Hey LP’s,

Not to come off as a depressed asshole but…well here we go.

Intro
Last semester I had an Ethics class, which always had it’s share of good topics that had the ability to spark a gentle conversation between enemies or a fiery argument between friends. We covered abortion, war, equal rights, among many others, but one in particular caught my attention.

The Topic
We also covered suicide, and the fact that it is seen as being wrong due to Kant‘s Categorical Imperative, which states that you must apply your actions as a universal law, meaning if you killed yourself when you felt like you were doing too much harm than good, or felt your life was not worth going on, then everyone who had that feeling of wanting to kill themselves must go ahead and follow through with the idea. It was also considered to be one of the most selfish things you could do.

WARNING: If you’re depressed, in a mood, or just straight up feeling like shit, do not go further, here’s where it gets weird and depressing and I don’t wanna be responsible for a lost life .

The Thought
So I was wondering, with that logic, how could it be selfish to want to kill yourself? If the life follows the example in question, being, the continued life would cause more harm than good, then the extermination of the life would, in the long run, be for the greatest good. Not only if you considered yourself harmful to others, but also harmful to the environment and using vital resources while doing so, the result of lost life would be good in that sense. Considering that the individual would be giving up their precious life for the environment and resources for mankind, that would be the least selfish thing the individual could do.

Now I don’t consider it to have the ability to be practiced as a universal law, suicide should never be an individuals answer to depression or lost hope, I UNDERSTAND it, but I don’t agree with the decision, for you ARE being selfish in the sense that you are not thinking of the ones that love you, and how your loss will effect them, and to put them through that over how you feel is uncalled for, ask for help with what you’re going through, holding it in and taking it on all on your own will eat at you, and will break you down, the quicker you can share the problem with a loved one, the sooner you will start feeling better and healing. To apply this as a universal law would result in the loss of many good people, which did not deserve to die.

The Point
My point being, if the life would cause more harm than good, then I feel it’s the individual’s choice to end their life for the greater good (this is not while keeping in mind the effect on loved ones, which is enough reason to not end your life). I did not get to ask this question while in class, so I thought I’d bring it to wordpress (for whatever it ends up being worth). I CANNOT STRESS HOW MUCH I DON’T WANT YOU TO KILL YOURSELF, JUST DON’T. If any philosophers come by here and have an answer that can clear up my thought, please do not hesitate to set me straight. No I’m not depressed and want to kill myself, was simply a thought so do not worry of the emotional state I’m in. Thanks for reading.

DO NOT KILL YOURSELF

Peace, Mr. Mojo Risin

Love The Message

Hey LP’s. Haven’t been feeling too creative lately, so I’m gonna cheat a bit here and post the lyrics of a song by the musical group Atmosphere, called “Scapegoat”. To those that hate rap, keep in mind rap is another form of poetry (well when they’re not talkin about pushin cocaine and gettin with bitches). Please enjoy…

It’s the caffeine, the nicotine, the miligrams of tar
It’s my habitat, it needs to be cleaned, it’s my car
It’s the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain
It’s the cat box it needs to be changed, it’s the pain
It’s women, it’s the plight for power it’s government
It’s the way you’re giving knowledge
slow with thought control and subtle hints
It’s rubbing it, It’s itching it, It’s applying cream
It’s the foreigners sight seeing with high beams, It’s in my dreams
It’s the monsters that I conjure, It’s the marijuana
It’s embarrassment, displacement, it’s where I wander
It’s my genre, It’s Madonna’s videos
It’s game shows, cheap liquor, blunts,
and bumper stickers with rainbows
It’s angels, demons, gods, it’s the white devils
It’s the monitors, the soundman, it’s the fucking mic levels
It’s gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil’ and mommy’s pill
Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs
It’s bloods, crips, fives, six
It’s stick up kids,
It’s christian conservative terrorists, it’s porno flicks
It’s the east coast, no it’s the west coast
It’s public schools, it’s asbestos
It’s mentholated, It’s techno
It’s sleep, life, and death
It’s speed, coke, and meth
It’s hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smokers breath
It stretches for as far as the eye can see
It’s reality, fuck it , it’s everything but me

On and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on
[KRS One scratched 4x] “it’s all according that life on a whole…”

It’s in the water, it’s in the air, it’s in the meat
It’s indirect, indiscrete, inconsistent, incomplete
It’s in the streets, every city and everywhere you go
In every man it’s the insanity, the fantasy, the casualties
It’s the health care system, it’s welfare victims
It’s assault weapons, it’s television religion, and it’s false lessons
It’s cops, police, pigs with badges guns and sticks
It’s harassment and a complex you carry when you’re running shit
It’s wondering if you get to eat, it’s the heat
It’s the winter , the weather
It’s herpes, and it’s forever
It’s the virus that takes the lives of the weak and the strong
It’s the drama that keeps on between me and my seed’s mom
It’s that need to speak long, it’s that hunger for attention
It’s the wack , who attack songs of redemption
It’s prevention, It’s the first solution
It’s loose, it’s out for retribution,
it’s mental pollution…and public execution
It’s the nails that keep my hands and feet to these boards
It’s the part time job that governs what you can afford
It’s the fear, It’s the fake
It’s clear it can make time stop
and leave you stranded in the year of the snake
It’s the dollar, yen, pound, it’s all denomination
It’s hourly wages for your professional observations
It’s on your face and it’s in your eyes
It’s everything you be
Cause it ain’t me, motherfucker, cause it ain’t me, uh

On and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on [3x]
[KRS One scratched til close] “It’s all according that life on a whole…”

Lyrics provided by Sing365

Song is property of Atmosphere.

Support independent music labels, (such as Rhymesayers). Whether it’s metal, rap or anything inbetween, creativity should be praised, not ignored.

Sorry to not provide anything original, I’ll come up with something in the next couple days.

Misery Loves Company

You make this claim
That all you aim
Is to please,
But in your eyes
Lay the lies
Brought by your disease.

You’re cancer by definition.
Eating away my ambition
Of living another day.
“I have no need for you”
Had never rang so true.
Time for me to slay.

A metaphoric revolution.
To explain this evolution
Inside of me.
The torment you’d put me through
Was the only way for you
To share your misery.

All you are is a beast
That is not afraid to feast
On the weak.
From hunter to prey,
Our roles changed today
For it’s revenge I seek.

Evil I can sense,
I can’t wait to commence
The end of your reign.
To finally remove
Your blade from my wound
Would be the end of my pain.

Your money covered in blood
Cannot save you from this flood
Your end has come.
Living such a selfish life,
Has caused this bitter strife,
Even God would call you scum.

Schooling Yourself, In And Out Of Class

Hey LP’s, first and only time that I’ll get this personal, so enjoy…

Whether you know or not, now’s the time that all the College students go back to their respectful campuses and prepare for another three month’s of [insert whatever the hell they're going to school for]. My situation is not different at all, just now I’m not as enthusiastic, and I’ll try to figure out why as I write this.

What’s This About?
Now you may or may not ask yourself, “Hey Mojo, why the sudden lack of interest?”. Well, let’s see…Could be the shame I held onto after receiving D’s in two of my classes last semester, or perhaps the fact that it’s difficult to hang out with the friend’s I’ve made (due to a habit I’m in the process of quitting) or maybe because I feel I’m losing my mind.

Seriously Man, “F” D’s :
So the story behind the horrible grades is rather long, but I’d say it’s a combination of too much partying, not so much studying and a quite large amount of dysfunctionality (not a word, I believe)  surrounding myself and the family. This unfortunate event also caused me to have complications with my scholarship (which when you’re dependent on it, can be nerve-racking) resulting in the possible loss of any funds I would have gotten for this semester. There was a time during the past month that I thought I wouldn’t be able to even go to my classes (considering the cost of books), and when school is the only good thing going for you in your life, and that reality is threatened, I guess can make you feel lost.

Quitting The Green Sticky
I won’t say exactly what I was doing, but it involves something green, and makes you happy (yet paranoid) when you light it on fire. Now when you DO decide to make a life change such as that, you can’t half-ass it. Like with anything you want to get away from, you gotta get away from it ALL, including all of your friends that you associate with it. Unfortunately in my case, my entire “group” was involved in it, so I had to sever those ties, even if I tried to explain to them that I was done with that shit, the temptation to get back into it would be surrounding me, there was not one time I can even remember that I didn’t go with them somewhere (whether it was a party or someone else’ house) and NOT smoke. Now, I’m not against people that do it. Just because I’m trying to get away from it doesn’t mean I have to condemn all those old friends for still doing it, I feel it’s their decision in life and that’s that, but it can get out of hand at times and even Chong takes breaks (that being said with no evidence, so don’t quote me on it).

Lack Of Sanity :
The part of “losing my mind” may seem surprising to you (or not, who knows) but it’s quite surprising to me. Through my life, I’ve tried my best to remain level-headed, I wasn’t one for confrontation, nor losing it over little things, maybe it was this strength known as being “calm” that drove it all to pile up and explode on me. More than ever, I’ve been looking over my life, all of the bad, and all of the worse. I will warn those lucky enough to not have done this already…DON’T! All that does for you is cause you to feel damaged and screwed from the day you were born (especially if your childhood wasn’t all that great). Even more importantly, I’ve been thinking about the future and what could be in store for me. I don’t know why, but any time I try that, it’s all just a pure disaster. I don’t see much in store, no job, no experience, no car, no money (with possibly no school) and no love.

Looking Over This
I try my best at looking at the cup being half full, but even after putting my problems down on here, I don’t really feel any better. To try and justify all of the problems…

1. Just because I did horrible last semester doesn’t mean I will this semester, it’s all about applying myself to the task at hand and to actually study more than five minutes before each test. The family situation is not much better (getting worse really, and I’m quite lost on how to cope with it. With no drugs to keep a smile on my face and no one to talk to considering I can’t hang out with my group. My best thing I can think of is…I don’t know, I tried five minutes to think of something to help, couldn’t. Perhaps “ignore” the shit surrounding me and my family life. But anyways, I did have enough for my books this semester (ran up to be like $350) so I got off light, so in that sense I am able to take my courses, and I have an appointment this week to talk to my counselor about the situation I’m in with my scholarship and all that, so we will see.

2. In all reality I should consider quitting smoking as a good thing. Whether it costs me friends or what have you, I guess that’s the price to feel like you’re in control again. I realized that I was smoking to get away, but that’s not how you should deal with your problems, though I’d be a liar if I said that life has gotten easier since quitting, in fact reality hits you right in the royal jewels sometimes.

3. Now the feeling of “insanity” is what’s really getting to me. It’s kind of hard to cope with the thought of “why have I been so weird lately?” and “why do I not feel like myself?”. I don’t have a way to cope with this, I guess the most logical thing would be to get a therapist, though being broke doesn’t help with that, if anyone has any advice on this subject don’t hesitate to say, because I’m desperate to feel normal again. I guess if I’m able to ask myself if I’m crazy doesn’t mean I lost it completely, perhaps this is just what depression feels like, which I’d rather be depressed than insane. I do also know that it’s not healthy to look forward too far, especially if what you see is loss of hope, sometimes it’s hard not to think about it though.

Don’t really know of a way to end this, this post had no other reason besides trying to admit to myself that perhaps life is not the way I wanted it, but who’s life really is? I’m sure not everyone feels like their life is derailing, but there are those with harder lives, so I guess I should be grateful that I have a roof over my head and all that.

Guess I’ll try to remain positive, thanks for reading if you actually made it this far.

Peace, Mr. Mojo Risin

The Fortune Cookie With A Conscience

Hey LP’s, Happy New Year!

(Note: This is a long post, but worth the five minutes it takes, so don’t be lazy)

With the new year having started, I’m sure you all have your resolutions put in place by now, and hopefully not broken yet (especially since it’s only the second day of the F’n new year). Though you’re “supposed” to make your own resolutions, I felt it was necessary to share this little bit of my life.

Last week, I went to a local Chinese Takeout, and had been given a fortune cookie with my order. My stereotype of fortune cookies are usually bits of info that come off as cheesy for the most part. In fact, the thought of seeing what the fortune cookie had to say was quite interesting to me, I kept thinking, “what will it say? What will be my reaction? Is the cookie going to be stale?”.

I got home and slowly devoured the orange chicken, barbecue pork and rice and chow mein that laid before me (I know those aren’t very culturally different or unusual, but I don’t normally go to a Chinese takeout for the culture, more like the cheap and generous proportions of delicious food).

My night started to die down, I found myself watching “Arrested Development” on my computer when the thought of the fortune cookie came into mind. I have to admit, at first I thought “Was it worth going to see what corny phrase was awaiting me?” But my curiosity got the best of me, so I went and obtained the cookie.

The cookie was in fact not stale, but that was the last thing on my mind, for I had saw that thin strip of paper inside, I picked it up, held it between my fingers, and found it to read this…

I apologize for the blurriness, but my camera phone is shit, if it’s too blurry for you, I’ll repeat what it says, “Character cannot be purchased, bargained for, inherited, rented or imported from afar“.

Now to me, this wasn’t as corny as  expected. These simple words spoke more truth than some human beings that walk this earth.

Moral Character is not something you are given, it is something you earn, and can be seen in both positive and negative aspects, however…

There are those that donate their money to organizations that help those that need it, such as the homeless, the starving, or the disabled (sadly there are individuals that fit all three of those categories). I know whenever I go to the grocery store, and the Cashier kindly asks “Would you like to donate one dollar to [Insert name of charity], I never hesitate to say “yes”. Does my dollar make a significant change? Is it worthy of praise? No, but being the poor bastard that I am, that’s as much of a donation I can afford on a daily basis, and I guess it’s better than nothing (if the donations do in fact reach those who need it).

Despite the donation, I feel (know) that there is plenty more that can be done by my own hands that could help, such as volunteer work, at a shelter or soup kitchen for instance.

This post is not only to help better myself and all that, but it is to maybe open up your minds to perhaps do more for your community in this new year. In America, there are mainly two kinds of people, those who are spoiled and don’t know what it’s like to struggle, and those who know the harsh reality of living all too well, along with an exception of the ever-thinning line of those who make an honest living and get by scraping. I don’t have hate for those who are born into money, I don’t feel it would be fair to judge an individual on what he had no control over, I believe what you’re born into does not make you who you are, it’s what you do with your options is what truly counts (though I’d be lying if I was to say less than 90% of people that I’ve ran into who are “well-off” were not snobs who’s only concerns were how many numbers were inside their bank account). The obstacles the two groups face in life are quite different as well, those who are poor worry about rent payments, supporting their children, and keeping their heads up in this world no matter how insignificant people try to make the poor seem; on the other hand, the wealthy worry more about which car goes with their outfit, when will their grandparents die so they can inherit more money, and so on (yeah, my comment is biased and goes by stereotypes, but it’s the truth for some).

I’ll give you an example of a charitable man. As you may or may not know, I am a die-hard fan of a band by the name of “August Burns Red“. The band was friends of a missionary in New Guinea, who sadly died in a plane crash in 2008. The band wrote a song dedicated to the man, in which made me aware of this man and his accomplishments. The only way to truly give this man the credit his unselfish life earned him would be to post a direct link to his website which was made in memory of him…

http://www.daveclapper.info/

If you are one of the people who took the time to visit the site, then you will see how much of a difference one man can make. If one individual (family) can do such good in this world, what is to stop the rest of us from doing the same? To dedicate your life to serving those who need aid can be seen as difficult, which it is, it takes a certain mindset and a certain moral character to do such an act, but there is no excuse as to not help those around you who need it, and to provide (if only) a moment of your “precious” time.

Bottom Line: we need to stop living for ourselves so much and learn to open up our lives to those who feel abandoned and hopeless in this world.

To end this post on a lighter note, on the other side of the fortune, i found out my lucky numbers were 11, 23, 37, 41, 45 and 50, plus I learned how to say Eggroll, which I think I’ll try saying next time I go to that place.

Eggroll – (Chun Juan)

Note: If you are interested in the song regarding David Clapper…

Title: August Burns Red – “Ndonesia”

Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzSxIfFKg0Q

I must warn you though, the music is loud, fast and crazy, so if you wish you can turn it down and just enjoy the lyrics  presented on the video.

Pulling The Plug: Losing Life, Gaining Birth

Hey LP’s,

Recently I’ve been listening to a band by the name of “A Perfect Circle” quite more often than usual. One factor that I think is responsible for this new found interest, is that I recently found out his Mother, Judith had died in 2003. I had known that his mother was crippled when he was young, but the death of his mother was quite shocking (pissed at myself that it took 7 years for me to come across this fact).

Maynard James Keenan (Courtesy of Wikipedia)

You may be asking yourself, “Why of all things, would his mothers’ death be the cause of the sudden interest?”. Well, simply put, when I hear of tragic stories such as this, I often try to put myself in the person’s (in this case, Maynard’s) shoes, and try to reflect on how brutally painful it would be to lose your mother. My mother is still alive and (somewhat) well, so I cannot say I fully understand what he went through, but no one can. The only person who knows fully what his thoughts, actions and words were regarding his mothers’ death is Maynard himself.

The feeling I got from all of this wouldn’t have been as strong, if he hadn’t written songs reflecting past moments with his mother. I will go into detail about a couple of the songs regarding his mother.

A Perfect Circle – Judith

Lyrics:    http://www.sing365.com/music/Lyric.nsf/Judith-lyrics-A-Perfect-Circle/D0DE682FF5444125482568FE00332AC6

Youtube:    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTgKRCXybSM

Discussion: The song was primarily about his mother becoming crippled (song was named after her), and the fact that her faith in god was not shaken by the tragedy. He held a lot of anger because of this, and this song was just one way of expressing it, for example;

“He did this, took all you had and Left you this way, still you pray, never stray, never Taste of the fruit, never thought to question “Why?”

Keep in mind these are my own interpretations, and should not be considered pure fact, but the lyrics above seem clear, the God she loved and prayed too would do such a thing as cripple her, and knowing this full well, she still followed her faith to the end.

“It’s not like you killed someone It’s not like you drove a hateful spear into his side Praise the one who left you broken down and paralyzed He did it all for you…”

According to Keenan (and other sources) Judith was a kind and caring Christian woman, who would be an inspiration to those around her, yet she was struck down by the one she praised. It was not as if she did something as to “earn” what happened to her.

That wraps up the first song, but before I proceed with the second song, let me explain the story behind it (this fact is what drove me to write this).

According to sources, his mother was on life support at the end of her life, she was undoubtedly in extreme pain. He had to come to the conclusion to pull the plug that kept his mother alive, which (for any of us) would be very traumatizing, and difficult to deal with.

A Perfect Circle – Orestes

Lyrics: http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Orestes-lyrics-A-Perfect-Circle/055D1AFF9BB9DBB148256BD600052074

Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XtG5SGL0Xw

Discussion: This song was supposedly written about the battle he had to go through with pulling the plug on his mother. I cannot clarify that this is a fact, but the lyrics seem to clear the smoke, for example;

“Gotta cut away, clear away Snip away and sever this Umbilical residue,Keeping me from killing you”

That to me seems to represent the chord that in which was keeping his mother alive.

“Give me one more medicated peaceful moment”

It’s as if he is referring to the last moment(s) he had with his mother on her deathbed, and that he just wanted those last moments of silence with her to happen to be able to let go of her.

The Effect

Now, I have to admit, upon discovering this fact about his mother, and utilizing it with the lyrics to these specific songs, I began to cry, but who wouldn’t? Only someone without a soul would not at the very least feel sadness when discovering what Maynard had to go through involving his mother. Hell, I still do cry when I hear these songs, the reason? Perhaps the thought of losing your only mother in such a way as to having to pull the plug, and thus ending her existence.

The Question

Now let me ask my (very few) readers, if you were in the position that Maynard was in, being…

your mother is on her deathbed, silent, in pain. Being her son (or daughter depending on person reading this) you have to make the decision regarding her life.

Would you accept your mothers fate and pull the plug, or would you try to keep her around so she can have as many days on this Earth as she can?

My Answer

Well, whether you like it or not, everyone dies, that is the simple truth, but when dealing with a bond such as between a mother and son, the choice would be very complicated, and would have many things to effect your decision. As stated before, my mother is still alive, but if I was put into this situation..Well I really don’t know. If it was in her best interest as to pass on as soon as possible (if she was in pain, etc) then I would do what was best for her, but the simple fact that you would go through life thinking, “I killed my mother, I’m responsible” would be something difficult to carry with you.

The Fact

Now look, even though you may be the one to give the order to pull her plug, it does not mean you should feel guilt, or responsibility. You were simply doing what was best for your loved one, and I’m sure if they are able to see you now, that they wouldn’t want you to feel any pain at all for doing what you did. The action of keeping that loved one in your thoughts (and to keep them on your mind) I’m sure would prove to be just what that person expected of you.

Well, another simple fact is that I’m nineteen, which I’m sure to many of you would rob me of my opinion because I “don’t know anything”, which is somewhere close to the truth, do I really know how it is to pull the plug from a loved one? No, I don’t, but I know enough to say that losing a loved one (in any condition) can be traumatizing and could possibly take years (if ever) to get over. The one thing I noticed about death, is that it seems to bring out the good in the people around the one dying. Death (if the situation fits)  allows us the opportunity to forgive the individual of any past problems and vice versa, it’s a depressing time, yet an optimistic one as well, for the overwhelming emotions of losing the person causes you to try and apply an extra-positive outlook to cope.

I appreciate Maynard’s work, his lyrics are deep, creative and hard-hitting, all while metaphorically used. If you do happen to like the few Youtube videos I used, please expand your knowledge of his music further by checking out his work in “A Perfect Circle”, and his other bands, “Tool” and “Puscifer”.

While researching this, I came across this page which held a few facts regarding Maynard and his mother;

http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=3187

Bottom line – Even in death, there is birth, a birth to a new beginning, a birth to a new outlook, a birth to a new…life.

Peace folks, much love.

Playing The Part

I’m me
You’re you

I’m good
You’re evil

I’m smart
You’re dumb

I’m strong
You’re weak

I’m brave
You’re cowardly

I’m right
You’re wrong

All of this is true, yet none of this is true, for we are all one being, meaning

I’m you and
You’re me

(formed in my head and figured it was worthy of posting).

Love Me Two Times…

The following quote is quite important and true:

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.” –

The man stating this is Jim Morrison. Whether you knew him as “The Lizard King” or “Mr. Mojo Risin”, his words always rang deep and true.

So why am I making a post about this? Oh, I don’t know, maybe it is perhaps an effect of the boredom I am currently in. Maybe it’s because I feel people have seemed so numb to their surroundings. Sometimes I just imagine some people as if they were drones, not meant to let their environment embrace them.

Whatever the case may be, I’m sure we can all agree on one thing, love…well pardon my french but it’s a fucker. It’s an element and a feeling that can swing both ways (no pun intended) from good to bad. Those that do say “Love is great” say that very vaguely. I do on one level agree with them, love IS great, when it’s the right circumstances to BE great. You can’t allow yourselves to put on a fake smile and mutter those words while you know damn well that there are things in the relationship that bother you.  Usually one thing can spiral out of control, like the snowball effect, just keeps rolling and growing.

Don’t know why I’m coming off as bitter, I have no right to be really, and I don’t really consider what I’m saying to be negative, just kind of truthful. If I come off in a negative form then I do apologize, wasn’t my intentions.

My intention was to more say we need to accept certain things to be what they are, whether it’s love, hate, or any term inbetween. No reason to lie about what you feel. The whole “drone” thing was about how a lot of people seemed to have grown cold to the idea of love and just screw who’s available, this generation has it’s ups and downs, but we all sober up (eventually).

Peace, Mr. Mojo Risin

Changing Someone’s Opinion, Whether They Know About It Or Not: The Downside Of The Internet.

Hey LP’s,

I recently came across the fact that you are able to edit someone’s comment, if you are the person who owns the blog of course. What I have a hard time understanding is how is that fair? This isn’t an attack on WordPress, but I would like to think that there is a better way to handle the comment editing. A simple “Approve” or “Decline” of comments is decent enough, why allow someone to be able to change the person’s opinion who spent the time and left a comment?

I won’t get into details, but long story short, a question I asked on someone’s page was removed completely from the comment. Now I understand, maybe he just did not have the answer to my question, but why remove the question entirely? Why not leave it in the comment in case one of the other readers could answer? The downside about the internet (besides the countless bullies who hide behind a computer screen) is the ability to change someone’s opinion or idea without them ever knowing. I wouldn’t call it a removal of “Freedom Of Speech“,  more so it’s just a tweak of facts, really.

Anyways, I’m not really bothered or concerned at how WordPress functions, I figure if it really got to me, then I could just delete the site and not have to use it anymore, which is the best argument against this post, so if you read this with that your mind and feel like stating that back to me, don’t bother I have that idea fully developed in my mind, which is why I stated this wasn’t an attack. If I simply do not like it, I don’t have to use it, which is a great power of…not the internet, but life.