Taking the Hits, Because you can.

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This work required an update, one must always be ready to learn that you know not why that which you do can be the worst of flaws.

To understand the worth of love, you must know what love truly is. Not in the esoteric Poetical ramblings found everywhere man has ever been and taken time to sit a write, But what it means to yourself. For without this knowledge, life is folly, and you are much more likely to make wounds of others then take one for them. 

There was a point in time where I could have so very easily described myself a walking wound. Not one great gaping display of  Fractured Psyche,  perforated organs and rendered flesh, but instead an amalgamated mass of well deserved,  foolishly created, blindsided  produced, and Machiavellian worthy self inflicted.

That time has passed.

I could, by means of forced remembrance and careful comparing of scars, to gather…

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On suicide.


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On suicide.

As so many of us are shaken to our core at the loss of an icon, I have seen commentary, both benign and condescending, on the fact Robin Williams took his own life.
There are arguments for and against whether chemical imbalances can cause it(suicide) or perhaps its locked in some faulty genome, and there is the spectre of mental illness, each in turn being the vehicle for the depression that seems to be at the heart of those”thoughts” that propel those fateful souls whom seek there own personal “Final solution”
And here we come to the heart of it.
People whom cannot conceive depression being capable of rendering such a loss of self worth that we will act in such self-mortal ways, often espouse such sentiments as….
“You just got to pick yourself up” or “Stop feeling sorry for yourself.” or my personal favorite..

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Emotions that to Me Belong.

I have not always been a faithful steward to my emotions, but not once have I ever failed to take ownership of them when the bill came due. Love is an action, a force, though it belongs to us, it serves us most when given.

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To feel is the tie that binds us to the world. Mankind does not have exclusivity on Emotions, for the whole of the world that lives has feelings of one type or another. Yet it is only man that levies a value on it, and it is only man whom may labor to craft it and make it meaningless all at once.

We play with them like toys, twist them, for suffering and gain. We can also wield them like weapons, wear them like armor; cutting another to the soul in depth, or shielding us and others as a impenetrable force.

The truth is, Emotions are mans greatest asset.. and most devastating means.

Yet with each of us, there is fact that if embraced, we can live and be at peace with ourselves, and perhaps the world we share.

Our emotions belong to us.

Each and everyone of us.. all are the sole guardian and absolute master of how we feel.

Fear, Guilt, Happiness, Regret, Lust, Mercy, Vengeance, Humility…

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That moment when you learn, you are not worth the fight.

There has never been a moment… so pure and sure.. when you can hear your own heartbeat, and know… it will never be heard again by them, and they no longer care to hear it.

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People can be callous, indifferent, selfish, or without the will…. to have will for so many things.20161210_214728.jpg The range of these situations and circumstances are as diverse as we as individuals.

We anecdote such moments in such ways as “I just don’t have time for it” I really don’t care about it” or “It’s just not worth more my time”

When we presented as such.. we begrudgingly admit, we may do the same.. with distractions, or hobby, recreation, novelty or the like.

Yet at times… it takes a more ominous and darker tone… like when a relationship or marriage ends.. or when a parent, be it divorce or simply life.. just abandons any effort, instead focusing on the easier and more rewarding part of their lives.. or at the very least.. that part causes the least woe..

This can also happen child to parent, sibling to sibling… Some of us carve out a neat .. comfortable…

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The pain that makes us Endure us, Saves no one.

You never save yourself when you tell someone, “I am sorry for what I am” you merely show you have not even the courage to give them closure for the damage you have done.

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20161209_081622Everyone experiences Pain, and at some point, should it not consume us, and in that consumption leave behind a husk of anger and bitter regret, we will most often sentimentalize what has become of us having staved off pain’s hungry efforts upon us.

The bizarre irony, that we seem almost euphoric, to proclaim as loudly as possible, we have been hurt, how much, by what and whom, and that we are still here , and we can now regale any and all with our stories of woe, our elaborate Tales of suffering.

All the while forgetting, what is most important, that those who are still hurting, whom pain is still slowly grinding into grist, or carving away at with some opulent blade as it feeds amidst royal splendor, while its victim abides in desperate squalor.

If you are hurting it can be hard to see the hurt of another, but if you are merely celebrating the memory of a…

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Sunset. (Excerpt 10,000 Sleepless Nights)

There is a void now … it isn’t a fixed chasm to be found at the end of a perilous trek. It is  a cold, sullen, maelstrom, a nothing, coming towards me.

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by Sam Bailey, on Thursday, June 17, 2010

There are no rays of sun that fall upon me this day, for my life is beset with a bleakness that hides hope and forgiveness in the blackest shadows of the coming storm. There is no sign of shelter in the distance, and my thoughts swirl about like stinging sand caught up in a gale. I plod on with a stride that’s a mixture of a anxious shuffle, and a resigned gate fit for the gallows. There is no promise of warmth waiting, no solace of a certain destination, filled with warmth and laughter, to mark my arrival, or this journeys end.
Yet.. even amidst the foreground of this maelstrom, this certain reckoning of all that I have said and done… there is a moment where I see something that steals fate’s grim reverie..
beyond all imagining.. beyond our unrelenting despair.. just before…

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