And we saw the death of intelligence....

A blog to me is a commentary on life. And here is mine.

We move too fast, try to "live" too much, try to hard too love, spend too much time waiting, rushing, and waiting again. We are too busy worrying about other peoples life that have no impact on ourselves. We talk shit, we waste money, we don't care about those that are unfortunate.

I see so much waste in life. So much time wasted, resources wasted, lives wasted. And for what? Prime time tv? Losing weight? Who's hot and who's not? "I'm better than you." Thinking?

No no no! This can't happen. We are the most advanced, most intelligent species on this planet! We should be advancing science, technology, healthcare! Eliminating problems like world hunger, world poverty, greed, and other man mad calamities.

We should be exploring space, the deep seas, and our dark forests, without harming that which we explore. We are capable of this! Yet our ambitions, our drive, our willpower falls to the wayside.

Thanks Jersey Shore. Thanks Kim Kardashian. Thanks Christianity. Thanks North American Government. Thanks Ignorance. And Thank you most of all, procrastination. You are killing this world, numbing the minds and starving the mouths of countless people.

I call for a vote of reform. This shit just ain't gonna fly no mo.

How the road does wind.....

Words escape my soul and fill the page. You take them in and see a world new from within. All my hopes and dreams laid forth, presented for all to see. Yet only a small few take the steps on this path I've paved.

When the last word drips from my heart, takes birth on the page and grows in your mind will I have succeeded in my quest. A creator only exists when his creation is known. Let my existence reign in your soul as it does in my own.

The pages flow together in a rhythm you haven't heard yet you recognize. It takes you in its warm embrace, holds you tighter and tighter still, until you can't let go. You realize you are the one grasping stronger.

This is the wish of any writer. This is the dream of any creator. This is the reality of only a select few. These are my hopes, these are my dreams, these are my little things that keep me going.

Let me create for you.

From my heart I give it all away.

When you said those words, my heart rearranged its pieces. It beat again but in a different rhythm, it followed the beat of yours.

The void has been filled.

Thank you.