Pure Evil

Comcast, I hated you.

Verizon, I hate you more.

Comcast, I'm sure I will hate you more yet again.

Don't worry Verizon, the hate will come full circle.

The Office

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I Don't Know What It Is

Traffic in Asia: narrow streets and the same lane for both directions of traffic.

Smoke It to Elevate It

Untitled For Now

I rarely fancy myself and look at me in the mirror
Call it a discomfort with what's there
What I see is what both you and I don't see
Or maybe what I see is what you and I both see

Maybe it's contentedness, maybe anxiety
Maybe caring and love, maybe feelings and emotions in me ... but I don't know, see?

Many a time she's looked at me
With eyes searching for a response
Like telltale signs of the weather in my mind:
A smile, a "look," a laugh, a sigh

Her heart is on her sleeves, wondering where mine might be
Because, see, she cares for me and wants to be there with me
So believe me when I say that
I want to shout, I want to scream, I want to drive my fist into the sky
No, I want to sweep her off her feet and spin her in reckless grip ... no, cautious abandonment
Inexplicable happiness, weight of the world relief, exhale from the bottom of my stomach

But see ... I havn't moved
Havn't said a word -- my face is trying to remember its movements
My look is blank

She looks at me and says, "Why aren't you smilin'?"
I see my reflection in  her eyes and I say, "I don't know"
She says to me, "You are happy, right?"
And I say, "of course."

What are these emotions submerged below my stomach,
Deep in the recesses of my mind,
These feelings that I dissolve at their inception
Or that I hide in places that I can't find.

I see a brother of mine dealing with disappointment
Love is a two-way street -- hell, it's got to be at least a one-way ailment
I see a man workin', keepin' up his  hustle
Believin' that life is what you make of it -- that no pennies will be thrown your way without a tussle
A man is subject to predicates that follow him
He is tossed to and fro by the merciless winds
As much as a Christian man like a non-believin' man
Is a willing submissive victim to his own sins

You see, I fear the lows so I don't believe in highs
I prefer the steady ho hum so my heart is never gaping wide
My faith is in the ground beneath my feet so I don't fly
Sadness, down and out is a risk, so joy and excitement are stock that I don't buy

I am a prisoner of my own making
A key was never made, am I never free until I die?
I am running without end as a coward flees before he tries

If you hear me, tell me how to escape these mental bars that trap me
Open the passageways for my soul so I can breath
I can't know white without a tint of black
But I'd rather live in grey

Not Feelin' Colorful

Let There Be Light