The Tenacity!!!!!

http://encyclopediadramatica.com/Wimmins

I have to say that the article you will be taken to by the link above has to be the funniest thing i ever read. Not because of the content, which I find outrageous to the umpth degree, but the fact that someone, somewhere had the time (no matter how serious they may have been) to create this. Those of you with poor senses of humor, or heightened senses of oversensitivity, remember this: they're only talking about you if think they are.

This 'Soldier of Love' is LONG overdue!

I never, ever thought this day would finally come. So I'm on Myspace checking out music when I just happen to scroll down the page.......and lo and behold, discover, Sade is coming out with a new album on February 8th! Entitled "Soldier of Love", this album will surely be full of gems that can contend with the likes of "Jezebel", "Your Love Is King", and "Smooth Operator". Don't know who Sade is? Shame on you. Look her up, and have a listen.

Now, there's been alot of negativity surrounding Megan Fox. Mostly she has the worst case of diarrhea in a mouth that has been seen in a long time. HOWEVER. It's quite easy to deal with girls that talk like that and look like THIS. Deep conversation, not their forte. Everything else? Fair game.

Kool Art: Viva La Sarcasm #1

Now I don't know about you, but I love sarcasm. It's blunt, offensive, and will easily go over most people's heads. The only thing I love more than sarcasm, is sarcasm on a T-shirt. Hence the above image.

Awakened

She drifted
Along a stone pathway
Shrouded in a fog
Hearing whispers of the world around her
But not listening
Inhaling the cold, empty air
But not breathing
She just floated along
Blank stare and slack mouth
Heading towards nowhere
While existing in everywhere
I asked my mother if she could understand me
She just nodded
I told her that I loved her
Her lips curled up
But not into a smile
Merely a motion remembered from happy times
When life was her own and not sealed in the box
Of the man who once held her heart
She had told him she was done three months before
And still he refused to walk out the door
So she half-existed; a forced possession
Trapped in the hole of her chronic depression...

Now, I couldn't tell you the cause of what happened next
But her eyes suddenly focused.
The fog was no longer present in her eyes
And the blood in her veins seemed to come to life
More than that, she smiled
Not a motion recalled from happier times
But a smile that was genuine and alive.
And she spoke in the most beautiful sound in my world,
"I'm tired of being a prisoner. And I want to be free."

Rebel's Blood

They tried to force me to stay in line
Do what I was told
Stay true to the common road
As they preached how it’s the only way I’ll reach my
Gleaming destination
And yet
With every step I took on their path
Created from their own temptations
To keep me down
A little bit more of that shine went away
Till I was left with a dull and gray
Mission
Feeling more like a weight on my heart
Rather than the winged joy
For which my eager soul had originally embarked
And then came the chains
Bound to my arms and feet
Before I had made it halfway
I was frustrated and weak
And still they kept telling me
‘This is the only path you must see’
And so still I kept walking
Past the pain of the bleeding blisters
And chafing of my brain
All the while knowing that my dream
Was no longer the same
What had once been fresh and real
Was now stripped down to an illusion
That even if it found its way into my hands
Would never be more than some sick delusion
Always present but never existent
Never progressing but forever persistent
And it was at that moment of realizing this
That I stopped in my tracks and said
“Enough of this shit.”
The well-beaten road just isn’t for me
It stretches in either direction as far as the eye can see
Preventing those who walk it from ever being free
Of a gray mediocrity and molded mentality
Please
I know for a fact I was meant for something more
But if I continue to ignore opportunity knocking at every door
What exactly am I living for?
Nah
This is my life.
I’ll blaze my own trail and follow it to the very end
Looking forward to the challenges around every bend
Think what you will
And say what you’ll say
But rebel’s blood flows through my veins
And that’s the way it’s gonna stay.

Trial Before Triumph

As everything falls to ashes
Something must rise again
In one form or another there is no end
To this journey we call Life
Frayed at the edges as it might be
The fabric comes apart when we choose to only see
The events we can’t control
Whose fate our mortal hands were never meant to hold
True things aren’t always sunshine and smiles
But even in the darkest times
There’s a hand reaching out all the while
And even though the rug may have been pulled from beneath our feet
Something will save us from becoming a crumpled heap
Yeah, Life isn’t fair
We all know that’s true
But that should never dictate
What we can and cannot do
Where we will and will not go
Letting our doubts defeat us
Means we’ll never know
What we could’ve, should’ve, would’ve been
If we jump into the fight enough times…
Sooner or later we’re gonna to win.