March 2018 – Page 5

Faked Out and Fooled

Thoughts twisted and mind numb
Am I too smart?
Or am I too dumb?

Running on the track loosing your pace
The inside lanes the shortest
but your still falling behind in the race
Ya feel like giving up?
Pourin the wine to the top of your cup
and savin the energy for another day
But question the efforts
Where your intentions true?
Or did you try to be nimble?
Did you try to be slick?
But you fell face first over the candlestick
And landed in between the dragon and his wrath
Following in the footsteps of societies path
This wholesale realization might bring you down
Or make your heart pound
But what do we do when these thoughts come around?
Do we face it?
Or do we fold?
Do we ask the dealer for another hit?
Or do we hold?
Because at Adam and Eves table
Three aces stare you in the face
And you remember the day you fell behind in the race
Throw your cards down in the midst of the rush
But the guy sitting next to you got dealt a royal flush
You were faked out and fooled
By the expectation
You were faked out and fooled
By the temptation
You were faked out and fooled
By the sensation
You were faked out fooled
Through the combination

Your thoughts become twisted and your mind goes numb
You’re left there thinking
Am I too smart?
Or am i too dumb?

stumpedwise

Life beyond the Earth

As a child, my father liked the fact that he had someone he was able to command so to speak. He always told me, as many fathers tell their kids, that if I put my mind to it, I can be anything I would like to be when the time comes. The funny thing is with my dad, there were two restrictions. I could never be a police officer and never work at the Department of Motor Vehicle, as long as he was still breathing.

I really never understood why not a police officer, granted, many of them are power driven hard- on’s just looking to meet their monthly quota, but not all cops are jerk offs. Who is to say why, my dad really just never had any good interaction with any police officer in the fifty years of his life, and he just did not want his son working for criminals. The best part is that, yes, the police are the criminals through his crazy eyes. On the other hand, I must agree with him, if you work at the DMV, the chances are you probably suck.

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Thank you, enjoy

I am starting this blog because it is something I have always wanted to do, probably since around the time I was in the seventh or eighth grade. This has always been a dream, and the time has come where I found my voice, or at least I think I did. This is a new chapter in my life and it is to help myself cope with things going on with my life, and in order to do that I felt it was time to move on from the ragged old journal and open my mind to the world. To speak quite frankly, I do not give a fuck about whether or not you enjoy reading what gets posted. Honestly, the only care I have is being able to speak my mind, tell the stories I would like to, and overall just enjoy myself. I guess you could call this my therapy, and it is at the expense of either your enjoyment or misery. So to the people that find satisfaction with this post and the posts that follow, I thank you, and I promise, at least from my own point of view, there will never be a dull moment. A few friends of mine will also be sharing what they find worth telling the world. To go at this alone would just be futile, especially when I know of so many around me that share the same raw hunger I have to express themselves but do not know how to. All together, this is stumpedwise, a dream of mine that will finally meet reality. And to the people that don’t like what we have to say, how we write, our perspective on the world and whats going on in it or anything else that this site will offer in the future, and I can’t speak for anyone else, but go fuck yourself.

TQS

stumpedwise