Love: What the Hell is It?

If you have none to love - who loves you - then what? What do you do?

Love - that elusive, for some, state of mind...state of being that, for so many people, is THE defining factor in their lives. We write songs about it. We write poetry about it. We write books about it. We watch movies about it. Seems that we will do nearly anything to find it...anything to keep it. But again I ask...Love - what the hell is it?

It seems we can't live without it. We are told it "makes the world go around". Songs tell us "you're nobody 'til somebody loves you"....and "all we need is love". Love - what the hell is it? read more...

The Sound of Music

I'm having trouble finding people who enjoy diverse music...

I wonder how many people...

Can go from the Beach Boys, to The Temptation?
To Jim Croce,
then to Pink floyd, Led Zeppelin, then Elton John.

Christopher Cross, The Beatles
Ice Cube, to America
Justice, mgmt
then to Sting, Nancy Sinatra, Nat King Cole.

Michael Jackson
from Tupac to The Cardigans to Bjork
Tears for Fears, Snoop Dogg to Josh Groban. read more...

Why are Most Obama-Haters White?

Why do white people make up the majority of Obama-haters?

All right, this is something that I’ve noticed recently. I can not help but notice what race of people do make up the majority of Obama-haters, white people.

This is not a diss to all white people. I’m just referring to Obama-haters.

Actually, Obama gain more white male votes than Al Gore and John Kerry, previous Democrats who ran for President.

I can understand if President Obamas’s political vision conflicts with another person’s. Still, I just can not help but to notice the racial make-up of those that outright do not like this man.

I’ve read everything from our President being the anti-Christ, to being just another crooked politician and all the way to him being another Adolf Hitler.

As my mother and I watched a news clip of the President giving a speech, I took notice of the gray spots in his hair.

“His hair is going to be pure white after four years,” I said. read more...

I've Always Been an Artist

I've always been an artist
and I'm proud to say
this is who I'll forever be.
It's a passion that I've had
since I was a little girl
and something I'll go to the grave with.
It's a love affair that I've had
with Art that I haven't been able
to compare anything else in life with. read more...

I'm a Good Kisser

Am not a good writer
not even good in spelling and grammar,
but I do creative stuff like poetry,
graphic design, story telling and blogging.

Am not even good in meeting people
but once you know me and have me as a friend,
I will treat you as a treasure that even mosquitoes
could not hurt you if am around. read more...

The Child is: A Heart is

This is just an idea of comparison about a child and a heart. So you can add comments or some other insights about this comparison.

A child is always hungry. cries out for milk, maybe for cerelac and his mother's breasts. Crumbles for water when he's thirsty, screams when he's tummy boils. He is like the heart - cries when it is lonely, bleeds when it is thirsty for love. It screams when it needs another heart to feed it. Feed it with joy, hope and courage. These three adjectives are like water, cerelac and the mother's breasts where the heart seeks for only one satisfaction.

The child is satisfied when he is filled with food. The heart is satisfied when it is filled with just love.
A child is inconstant in behavior. in a certain time span he smiles, cries, laughs out loud, screams, giggles, silences, envies, plays, frowns, asks. he do these verbs to just be simply satisfied. read more...

The Girl with Pink Flowers

I opened my eyes and I saw a girl with pink flowers. She was so beautiful... so innocent!

I opened my eyes. I saw a light shining down on me. I tried to reach for it, but on my way I heard someone crying.

It was a girl with pink flowers. She's so beautiful, so innocent, so.... I looked at her and wonder what could she be doing alone in a filthy place like this. I watch her cry her heart out with silent whispers I barely can hear.

Murmurs of guilt, anger, and sadness, that is all that I can get. I move closer and I see her eyes, so weary and confused. I tried to come closer, but the light distracted me. It was becoming brighter, almost like calling me to reach for it. I was going through the light, but there was something that kept me holding back. read more...

It's the Past That's Still Killing Him

Two person that fall in love with a the same person but decide to go in a different way.

I thought it was just a past, but i was wrong.

I move on with my life and forget those bitter
memories that scratch my whole life,

but I never realize that my friend still aching from a
past that he didn't know how to let go,

I thought, everything was okay!

I was wrong!

We fell for the same person, but i let it go and let
them be happy. read more...

Infatuazione Oro More

I'm in the middle of two words, infatuation and love.

I can't believe what I'm doing to myself.
It wasn't my intention.
This is not what I wanted to happen.
It's not even my plan.
And now I'm crazy over you.
I'm under your incurable spell.
I should've runaway that night.
I shouldn't answer back your kisses.
And now I can't get over it. read more...