we are the ones bore under edison's light.
shaped by elders with a very different life.
they say life now seems easy,
when its actually complex and demanding,
always asking more from us than previously was,
always persuading us to do that bit more,
and now when stars are out,
we look upon the past in awe,
the way they said their lives were hard,
when simple things were done not stacked,
when simple gestures meant love or hate,
and now its just rudimentary stuff.
ouch! there goes the reservation doctrine. out of the window. quickly. but how much can we accept in this life that people do not compromise? desperately, i need a culture of compromise, rather than a ridicule of parties. sadly, everyone has a vested interest for a kind of imaginary power. luckily there is hope. lastly love abates? #Personalblog #2014
with great power comes great responsibility. so they say it so many times its an overused innuendo. what i found was that there never was great power. there never was.
in that night we danced it was a wondrous thing. her feminine self was in flux and my masculine play worked its way into her heart. we traded drinks and we traded hearts. i can hardly breathe and they couldn't see it. they were the ones watching and smiling and doing what they can. they were the ones whose pl