People tell me that I developed a very pessimistic view on life as I’ve gotten older. In truth, I think this started at birth. Trouble starts from the day of birth when as a newly born we start crying. That clearly signifies that us newly born are suddenly forced into hell. A hell in which, life eventually screws you over, and old age and Death are a certainty. Pessimist? No, realist!
I think the only way to have an optimistic outlook on life, is to live in a Utopia of one’s own little bubble. Free from the negativities of media, uncertainty over the state of the planet and the constant fight against this, that and the other. Sadly life doesn’t allow us such privileges.
I saw part of a programme the other day about dreams, goals and aspirations. It was interesting to hear from a broad spectrum of people about those that achieved theirs, those that gave up and those still chasing.
I am Chris Brown and I had dreams. Some have come true, like being married to someone crazy enough to love me despite my flaws. To be a dad to two wonderful children and have a roof over our heads, clothes on our backs and food on the table.
Some I’ll never see come true. Being the best at what I do, because no matter how hard I try and as much effort that I expend, for some it’s just not good enough.
I may never retire financially secure, be recognised for that which I’ve given or pass a legacy to my children they’ll be proud of.
I’ve changed my dreams, set my sights on different ambitions to those I may have originally aspired, but the thing is I dared to dream. I’ve tried being a success, and though I may not of reached the dizzy heights of others, I dared to try.
When the time comes and I’m asked what did you do with your time, my answer will be “I tried to dare to dream.”
Upon your leaving,
A distinctive shape of you,
Remained gaping as you left my heart.
Makes you forget
Then a passing figure
A glimmer of remembrance
Eyes that pulled me in
Distance parts you
Out of sight out of mind
But I remembered you
A twinge in my rebuilt heart
You walk away
Leaving me a ghost to my emotions
Little Jimmy looked intently at his mother as she started to explain that “nothing in life is ever handed to you on a plate…..” but before she had chance to finish, little Jimmy asked innocently “so are we having soup for tea tonight?”
A little boy asks,
‘Dad, how was I born?’
The dad replies,
‘Mom and I set up a date via e-mail and we met at a cyber-cafe. We went into a quiet room, where your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a little Pop-Up appeared that said: ‘You got Male!’’
6:00 am The regular morning alarm sounded under his right ear, the location of his phone under his pillow as usual. He looked at his wife still asleep next to him and juggled the decision of waking her by sucking upon her breasts, or going down on her. He opted for the latter.
6:10 am She was sat riding his cock after being given the most amazing wake up orgasm with his tongue, determined now to make him fill her with his hot cum.
6:30 am She lay thoroughly satisfied upon the bed, sleep threatening to consume her as he had. He smiled and headed to the bathroom to prepare for work.
7:00 am Grabbing his coat and keys, he leaves the house, silently so as not to wake her. Getting into his car, he turns up the music and sets off for work.
7:25 am He finds himself in the usual nose to tail gridlock of snail paced traffic, looking forward to the next hour of nudging slowly towards the day ahead.
8:42 am Arriving at work, the usual eye roll of contemplation is replaced with a warm smile. He’s greeted by Alice the company secretary in her usual cheerful manner. He reaches out for her to take his hand, to which she curiously obliges.
8:45 am Alice is bent over within a bathroom cubicle, pants around her ankles as he eats her pussy from behind. She was young and fresh, completely shaven and sweet upon his lips. Moments later he was deep inside her, grabbing at her tiny perky breasts. He wasn’t sure if it was the best sex she’d had, but she sure as hell made encouraging noises to suggest it was.
9:37 am He left Alice to straighten up, making his way to his to his desk and the pile of paperwork waiting for him. In a moment of what could be called complete insanity, he threw the entire pile up in the air and watched smiling as it all came cascading down around him.
9:40 am He leaves the office for the final time and gets back into his car. Turning the music up to max, he just drove.
**Meanwhile, at the same time, a scream erupts from a familiar bathroom as a wife discovers her husband has taken with him all of their toilet roll**
Make love to my mind because sex is both an art form and another means of communication. Love is both a verb and a feeling.
I am a nice person. I don’t care if you’re tall or short, skinny or fat, maybe even somewhere in between. I don’t care if you’re male or female, you’ve swapped it round or maybe haven’t yet decided. I don’t care if you’re straight, gay or any other kind of sexual. I don’t care about the colour of your skin, eyes or what colour you’ve changed your hair to this week. You could even be bald. The fact is, you breathe as I do and bleed the same when cut, that no matter what combination of those things I’ve mentioned above you are, your shit will still stink.
If like me you consider yourself a nice person, be nice to others. One day you may need the help from that very person you poked fun at.
I need to make them stop,
The voices and the visions,
I’m going deaf as well as blind,
Yet I cannot shake them.
So I call time,
Close the doors.
Perhaps when I stop listening,
Stop paying attention to them,
They will leave me alone to focus,
Because for now……..I’m done.