Mind Works of Guge
Sunday, June 19, 2005
it's been awhile since i last was here
it's been awhile so please bear
i have alot to say
you don't have to pay
attention is what i want
plaese don't taunt
i will realease what i know
to those who choose
to listen just a little
and to those who care a little
in the future that we hold
i will share what i know
check back
don't be slack something new will appear
if you just keep the faith
Saturday, April 03, 2004
smoken joints will make u weak smokin joints make you tweak one in the morning to make delusional two at night after the fight lost and alone no where to go ha i laugh cause you think its a joke
Thursday, July 31, 2003
rain rain on the roof
pitter patter
i'm going insane
the sound of the rain
like needles entering a vain
your beauty surpasses
my hopes and dreams
i've never dreamt of you
cause i've never seen a beauty quiet like you
i run and chase
your out of reach
a scream your name
it's no louder than a peep
Wednesday, July 30, 2003
raining down on me,
the dream as i thought it to be.
you were here i was there.
no wonder why we fair,
the way it seems to be alittle heavy
all to long we were dreading
the fall out.
the blow up.
in front.
of them.
our family,
portriat,
shattered,
dreams
raining down on me
rain rain on the roof
pitter patter
i'm going insane
the sound of the rain
like needles entering a vain
your beauty surpasses
my hopes and dreams
i've never dreamt of you
cause i've never seen a beauty quiet like you
i run and chase
your out of reach
a scream your name
it's no louder than a peep
Wednesday, September 11, 2002
THE American DREAM
In the beginning there was a want. Freedom. A release from the grasp her majesty the queen. There was a hope for a better world. Where people were free to believe in what they wanted. People didn't have a name for the great and wonderful new world, just a vision. They had a vision so clear that they could see it plain as day, just over the vast ocean. It was a vision so great that the queen herself couldn't stop her people from dreaming about it. A land built by the people, for the people.
The forefathers took that dream to the next level. While on the ship they formed the dream on paper. They plotted the new world. They tasted freedom. They wanted nothing more to do with the Queens laws. They didn't want her religion, but want yet to be friends with the Catholics just the same. They wanted a world where the beggars could be choosers and a place where he who worked also earned. They dreamed of a world where what was theirs stayed theirs. When they set foot on Plymouth rock they put the dream to work for them. It was the first American dream. The one true American dream everyone fights for today freedom.
While out picking cotton in the field, the American dream was revamped for a second time. A new group of people saw the dream form before there eyes: freedom for the African Americans. They wanted out of the fields and in to the houses of their masters. The African Americans took the American dream one step further. One of the great African Americans by the name of Martin Luther King jr. had a dream. He pronounced it with the greatest of certainty, "I have a DREAM!" His dream built on freedom, but not from the queen. He had a dream that all Americans, whether its whites blacks or Hispanics, could live together, that they could stand by each other in line for the restroom, or even sit by a member of the opposite race on the bus. His dream was built out of freedom and equality.
Out of adversity, the American dream was sought out in another way. They had their freedom. In some places African Americans and whites were standing shoulder to shoulder, but something stood in their way for true freedom. In the country they lived in they had no say so in what they could or couldn't do. They couldn't say who would be their next great leader, or even go out and get a job. They wanted to be heard, but men in a sense turned a blind ear to them. Women fought back though. They had the American dream before their eyes and they wanted it bad. They could taste it. The taste made them want it more. They fought until man broke down. Wyoming was the first state to let them vote. To let them be heard. They were the first but not the last.
You can see the American dream in a child’s eye. More, it's on their mind 24/7. If they had the cake they would want to eat it too. Something is never enough. They dream of being ten foot tall and bullet proof. it's not all that different from the forefathers dream, of freedom. A child wants the freedom to do what he or she pleases.
A dad has an American dream. Safety for his family might be in it. He wants to be able to provide for them. He envisions of wealth and happiness. He wants a carefree land were his kids won't have to live scared, and his wife won't have to carry a gun in her purse. He envisions a dream of being able to sleep with out worrying about everything. The dad dreamt of a longer life in which he can enjoy the serenity of being human.
The American dream, though simple in nature, has many different aspects to it. Someone wanted freedom. Some one else wasn't satisfied so he added equality. Others wanted a longer life in which to enjoy what their forefathers fought whole heartedly for. The kids envisioned being ten foot tall and bullet proof. All these different angles from which the American dream is looked at it is all boiled down to one simple aspect. The American dream is the pursuit of life liberty and justice for all.
Thursday, April 04, 2002
UNPROTECTED GOD YOUR PREGNANT
Jason and Mike swear she has had at least a couple abortions. In fact she has had three. One was self-inflicted. She stood in her room naked, in front of her mirror. Her was mom downstairs, yelling at her brother to turn down the music. She had Eminem playing over her stereo. He rapped. “What is life? Life is like a big obstacle. In front of you trying to slow you down, and when you think you’ve gotten past it’s going to come back around attacking you to the dang ground…” and she struck her stomach. She cringed enduring the pain. She bent over in half with her eyes wide shut. Eminem went on, “What are friends? Friends are people you think are your friends but they’re really your enemies with secret identities, in disguises to hide their true colors. And when you think they are close enough to be brothers they come back and cut your throat when you aren’t looking.” She struck her stomach again, this time even harder than before. Tears ran down her face, as she kneeled on the ground. She looked in to the mirror. She was a mess. Dirty bastard you said you loved me, Christen thought. It’s funny how when you are doing something you like it’s all right. You like it. You choose to do it, but as soon as you get hurt from it, it’s the other person’s fault. They forced you to have sex with them.
But they didn’t
You wanted sex.
You had sex.
You were happy. It felt good.
You’re pregnant.
“Those dirty bastards made me do it! Burn in hell bastards!” she cried to her self through her tears.
Eminem went on, “what is money? Money is what makes a man act all funny. Money is the root of all evil.” The cd started skipping. “Root of all evil… evil… evil… evil.”
Christen kept kneeling, she started violently beating her stomach, one strike after another, again, and again. She hit harder and harder, not stopping. Her tears came heavier. They flowed from her eyes like rivers.
Your fault
You wanted the sex.
Never break tradition. Heaven forbid it.
You took that body shot. Savored it.
You sucked the lime, and then sucked his cock.
You know it. You were there.
You sang to the guys, “Come on and take a free ride.”
You let everyone ride the bicycle that night.
The cd kicked in again. She was still beating herself. “What is life? I’m tired of life. I’m tired of back stabbing snakes with friendly grins. I’m tired of committing so many sins. I’m tired of giving in…”
But you didn’t give in.
You like it. You wanted it.
Slut. Dirty cunt.
You gave that grin right back, with a scream.
Slut.
That’s your life you dirty cunt.
You’re pregnant. You’ll get fat. Then every body will know your life.
Slut.
Christen was still wailing at her own stomach but she was crying to hard. Her hits didn’t make contact with any force now. Her stomach was beat red. No pun intended. Some spots have already started to bruise. She reached for a bottle of ibuprofen, and dry swallowed four pills.
Unprotected, god you’re pregnant
Damn the consequences.
When you grow up you will be stable.
A stable slut
You’ll grow up and work that corner.
No longer a slut, but a whore
Money. They’ll pay you money.
You’ll turn into a professional slut.
They always say to keep a job do what you love.
Cunt.
Christen stood up and looked at the ground, she couldn’t bear what she would look like in the mirror. She looked like a little crack whore. Her hair was a mess. Her stomach beaten and bruised, and her eyes bloodshot, she was a complete mess. Slowly she made her way in to the bathroom connected to her room and turned on the hot water, and shut the door.
Your Inner Being
Flesh. Flesh, an outer mask to cover your inner soul. It puts on a smile in the mists of your sorrow. It pulls you through, keeps you trucking. Flesh, your mask, buys you time to deal with life. It lets you sort out the pain, and patch holes. Your flesh. Your mask.
Your eyes are the highway to your inner soul and the gateway to your self. They can’t lie. They can’t put that smile on your face to get you by. When the pain flows freely through your life, they cry. They cry out for help. They long for the comfort of a loved one. A loved one, the only one, who is allowed to look beyond the mask and deep into the emotions, held with in your eyes. Your mask may be able to plaster a smile on your face, but it can’t hide the pain felt through your eyes.
The highway into your pool of emotions doesn’t lie, and it shows your need for affection. It shows your genuine joy. People may not see in to your eyes, they might not get past your mask, but they know when a smile is just a smile. Your eyes show your joy. When you are genuinely happy, yours eyes show your joy, they brighten up, and show it. They shine. That is when the highway opens up to everyone, and they get a glimpse into your real self. That glow allows that special someone to get to know you. It will spark their interest. It will allow someone to fall for you.
