Im sure you’ve all heard that well known song ‘Where Have all the Cowboys Gone,’ well it got me thinking. Where, oh where have all the Good old fashioned straight forward people gone?

I was having a conversation with my cousin today and we were just chatting in general about people and how straight forward we both are when it comes to showing people our true colours. No pussy footing around, no mind games, just the truth, like it, dont like, fuck it, whateva.

And there are so many people out there who in my opinion play too many mind games, with themselves never u mind. For instance, you make arrangements with someone to go out somewhere or whatever the case, then out of the blue, you either dont hear from that person or the person has some lame excuse. Then out of the blue again, the person that vanished without trace calls with some silly explanation. I call these people the Merlins of Merlins (Merlin, the magician, get it), or the Lone Ranger (referring to one of my friends) that is notoriously known for this.

What do people have to hide, that the simple truth evades them. Not only are they giving themselves a bad name, but they are denying themselves the simple beauty of knowing that they can always be true to others as importantly as to themselves.

And Im not talking about the simple white lies that some of us sometimes make, Im talking about the continual let down on people and wasting other people’s time.

Anyway I’m just feeling very sorry for myself today.

Over and Out.

You despise my presence
on your scathed body
But I refuse to give up on you
I refuse to let you expel me from you presence

You dismiss me time and again,
Yet I refuse to leave without making my existence whole

You constantly put thorns in my path
Which causes me to pause,
To sit down and to pull them out
from my feet - one by one
And I get up and continue on the road of life

And just as I find myself making progress,
Gaining strength
Gaining rhythm
Gaining stability,
-You spread out the huge roots and branches of your trees in my path
And I trip
And I fall
But I get up again
Bruised and battered,
I get up
And I walk on
I may stumble and I may fall
But continue, I will
Your scathed emptiness you offer me
With a scoff and the hope that I will gulp it all up
And choke on it
But I refuse to accept your abuse anymore
I have decided
To stop surviving the grave and distasteful attempts at my life
And to start living!