Jack-O-Banter

You know...it’s as though our eyes rest in the indentations made by thumbs, and our lips arc, seemingly carved by a finger’s edge; the nose and cheekbones in themselves represent the intrinsic characteristics of an artisan’s sculpting touch...with both form and symmetry. It’s easy to see how distinctly the contours of our face resemble the impressions our hands make in clay...it’s difficult to replicate those contours through carving a half decent jack-o-lantern. Anyhoo...I always take Halloween this seriously...and I don’t see it as a real problem...just more as quirky obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Black and Orange,
BR80

Contentment

I know you far more than you think,
But not as well as I know,
That I know nothing of harmony
Without you
Here with me.

BR80

Characteristics of...

True
Honest
Earnestly open
Luring
Optimistic
Natural
Endearingly enticing
Lonesome
Open
Vulnerable
Ever hopeful
Intrepid
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Loyal
Law abiding
Exemplary
Virtuous
Exceptional
Rarest of the rare
Wanted
Anticipated
Needed
Totally essential
Outstanding
Radical dreamer
Nexus
Enthralling
Encompassing
Duly sought
...
Trusting
Humble
Exceedingly genuine
Obliging
Nurturing
Loving
Yieldingly tender
Original
Nostalgic
Everything but ordinary
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Longitudinal,
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Heed

"...you’re the only song I want to hear,
a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere"

Lessons Learned

I attempted to enact a plan for payback some time ago; and so with the aim of both brutish and reckless reparation, I tried my hand at vengeance. Yet, in retrospect of that aggravation and those lucid thoughts of vengeance, I can’t help but recall upon that one sobering moment…the knife snapping shut on my hand…the deep gash I still wish I had...my deep, dark, blood: teacher of a lesson in hatred and forgiveness. Scarred hands strike a chord in me…they always have a way of reminding us of our debauched achievements…our lessons learned.

Battle-damaged,
BR80

Blind Aficionado

I know that love doesn't happen as one might suspect it does…within a moment, perhaps when two eyes meet, as mind-blowingly instantaneous as a stick of lightning struck dynamite; I know it’s far trickier than that...and far less stupid sounding. Understanding the complexity of love dismantles the idea of falling into it; and I, for one, know that we’d definitely fall in just as quickly as we’d fall out if we were to believe in love as a simple cliché. And for some, love is a simple thing, and it’s for those folks that love becomes elusive…because that simple thing is actually an unsteady, ever-changing, mess. We can assume love is as simple as spotting a girl ya dig…yet in that assumption comes the true weakness of eye sight…since sight is a never ceasing ever-roaming periscope, forever skimming the surface of the world around us…merely seeking what lies on top…something that “looks nice”…but has no substance…no depth. “Seeing” is all we human’s have to depend upon, and I won’t belabor the fact…but what I will say is that there are some days when sight becomes overbearing…and for me, it becomes a constant misconception...one which brims at my every chance to see people for who they genuinely are; and thanks to that, I sometimes lose sight of what love is.

Apologetically,
BR80

I Gotta Know What's Goin' Down at Mr. Sub

I find no fault in those that practice principles other than mine; whether that means they choose a belief that will in turn hurt themselves is something I have no control over...a fact that sometimes kills me. My qualms lie in ulterior motives; I believe the actions of a person are entirely forgivable, but that their motives are a little more complicated to absolve. I’ll overlook your choices if you'll just let me know who you are…otherwise, I don’t know what I’m getting myself into. Anyhoo, now that I’ve spoken my mind...and sounded completely paranoid…goodnight.

Wary,
BR80