Lovely

Politics.

It’s a dirty little game with 99% BS and 1% of good hope. Nothing burns blood quicker than seeing a bunch of idiots ramble on about what they plan to do to better America. It’s simply not going to happen.

I admit, though, the 1% of intelligent politicians, such as Obama (No, I am not being biased because I in fact, do love past Republicans too) have the sheer guts to be different, whether it be the first Black President, or the first Hispanic, or the first Green, or the First Martian, but to have the sheer guts to promise something and battle an entire opposing Congress to get to his goals.

What really ticks a person off is when the Prez is trying to make good changes, Congress is more worried of the matter of whether pizza is a vegetable or a fruit. In fact, they want to bring up SOPA as a hope to humanity when their jobs consist of “fixing America” and “stealing from the poor”.

“Oh, but we have nothing against Obama! We just want the people to know their veggies!”

Uhh no. You have everything against Obama.There are times in history when the people needed a President with enough balls to tear down large companies; aka Theodore Roosevelt. And then you need Presidents to focus on America; Aka, FDR and Eisenhower. But you also need Presidents with enough brain to keep us up; AKA Barack Obama. But you need them at different times.

America cannot afford a Conservative Republican right now. We can’t afford Mitt Romney or any of those bozos ready to fire the next cannon into another useless war. We need a more liberal Democrat.

No! We are NOT all going to turn into drug addicts or have 30 abortions throughout the month and not ALL of us will join our fellow Gays. We will all be different because we are America. We’ll have people in the dumps, and we’ll have people in the skies. We’ll have people to the left, and people to the right. Always.

But you have to reognize that we, Americans, cannot be conservative in this new era. Why? Because we can’t afford a war, we need to get the hell out of gas, and we need to help our Planet. We need to tighten our balls and let Gay Marriage be accepted. We need less black gold and more pure energy. We need less lies and more truths. We need freedom,and less old-school thinking. We need America to shut the hell up about being so great when our economy is a piece of shit right now.

America is great in the sense of natural beauty, healthy Westlands and famous cities. But in our economy, and in our friendship rules, we tend to falter at times. Im sorry, but it is simply the

 

  LOVELY TRUTH.

 

Winter fever

 It’s finally winter again. My favorite season of the year, despite my being born in the hottest. I love the smell of the air in this time of year because the air feels cleaner and the coolness of the air just cozy you up to your covers or jackets. It’s beautiful weather to go out and play (which I will be doing in the next 20 minutes). Now that Halloween is around the corner, I’m bouncing up and down for a moment in the cold outside.

  Lovely is the day that thanksgiving comes around to enjoy a feast with your family. And christmas to come together and share gifts and goodies!

  But haven’t you always wondered why its the chilly seasons in which our celebrations of “coming together” happen? I’ve always thought that maybe it is because it’s so cold that we can’t help but huddle close as a family and enjoy the days as they go by. Or perhaps it’s instinct for us to do that. It never occurred to me that reasons like that could even pop up!

A Little Complicated there Bro

Tangled (My dog Rosie)

It just so happens that the simplest of ideas can turn into a catatonic bomb of pure dog crap in less than five seconds.

Oh yeah, it happens.

You’re having a wonderful day with Unicorns and fairies and all of a sudden something bad or someone mean does something or says something that turns those unicorns into vicious, wild (probably even carnivorous) stallion. And those fairies are evil pixies ready to shave your head and chop your legs off.

By now, the world sucks. This is a humongous piece of doo doo that you wish you never crossed. Maybe if you go back a few steps, the land of milk and cookies will return and you could return to your bliss of owning the place like a boss.

Unfortunately, now that you have entered Voldemort’s mind, you can’t seem to get out. While this thing or person brings you lower, you get to learn new information. Perhaps things you never knew that they had thought of you (of course, this purely the humans now, things don’t talk).

These are also things you never wanted hear from this person, but they come out anyway.

Here’s my advice, Prince/Princess.

Laugh.

Haha, that’s right. Laugh it out.

Why should this complicated hot head destroy your palace of sweetness? You should definitely laugh it out especially if the person is being mean enough to call you mean names.

You should now ask, Why laugh?

Well, because if you think about it, it’s really funny. You are here, all rainbows and this person was deprived of their morning coffee(obviously). So you hold your head and remember you palace made of cookies and creams. And if they keep screaming, then just smile. If they hit you (and if it doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would) walk away and smile, because you are shining today.

And you should never complicate yourself.

Mosquitos

  The death of something so small can make such a huge different as to how we work. The way we kill a mosquito to avoid being bitten any further is just the natural instinct we have when we are pestered by one. Did you notice something different though? When you observe a herbivore, they don’t even look twice at the place it itches. They just move the muscle on which the mosquito landed on and forget it exists. When an omnivore or a carnivore is faced in the same situation, they don’t even hesitate to go for the tiny kill.

  Did you know that the only mosquito that will bite you is a pregnant female? Can you imagine that? Her babies are born from foreign blood.

  What would happen, if the one you love is considered a mosquito, because he or she keeps going around pinching everyone with his or her presence? Can you imagine how it must feel for you not to go for the kill like the people around you do? You love your mosquito, because you know he or she is kind and loving and just wants to continue in the life cycle they were placed in?

   Can you be the herbivore of my mosquito?

The Child of Roses

  Be swept away by her big brown eyes, by the crown of beautiful brown hair. Her rosy cheeks as she fall asleep in your arms and the way she smiles at you with no teeth, but tender pink gums. Become the mother of this child for a moment and look beyond the world’s darkness to reach the innocence of this child’s pure spirit.

  Now step away from the innocence, cause we all know that the good things can’t last forever. Look at the child’s fierce family. The father, strong, protective, and impulsive like a normal man. The mother, soft and delicate, to comfort her newborn child. The brother, the father’s spitting image of strength, youth, and protector. The grandparents, the last word of authority over the family. The aunt and uncle, with a jealousy of the perfect family, and the cousin, tainted by her parent’s darkness.

  Meet the Child of Roses, the newborn baby with her soft smiles and ultimate pureness, untainted. See as she grows up slowly, under the watchful eyes of her parents and family. Never has anyone told her to dance for her grandparents, or pick the roses from the garden for her mother, or even placate her father hugs and kisses as he returns from a long day at work. They never told her to show her brother the purity he was deprived of by his aunt and uncle. No one told her to keep smiling when everything was falling apart.

  Watch closely, as the angels sing for her every day with a group of pure white doves.

  She turned three this shiny summer, with the love of her family and the few little friends she made in her mother’s garden. She smiled as always and danced, cavorted and carouse. “Don’t go to far” her mother called as she began to approach the end of the garden, to the shallow river. Her cousin appeared behind her with her smiling brother. “Be careful Rose, you’re still not tall enough!” he warned her.

She giggled and played, loving the sound of the birds and the flying butterflies, not noticing what lied ahead of her, or the tragedy the hand of impurity dealt her.

But there she lay, with the hair of angel, and the dead voice, of a girl who never knew, that under a bed of Roses, lay her fate her cousin knew. Because everyone knows:

  Something so pure, will not last long.

The Heart You Let Me See

  It wasn’t as enormous as I thought it would be, nor did I see it shining like 5000 suns. I couldn’t see the keyhole to open it and I sure as hell couldn’t find how to open up its mysteries. I pondered for days if your heart would ever open or if it was just an empty heart. I thought that perhaps I would find nothing but red goo oozing in simple drops.

  I’m not calling your heart small, for it was larger and warmer than any I have received. I hugged it to show it my love and concern, I even fed it properly so it would grow. I showered it in beautiful life and showed it the world beyond it’s supposed eyes. I took it sailing through the seas and under the water. I began to adore this heart you had because it was unique and individual.

 I knew by then that this heart of yours wasn’t going to open up to me. I felt as if I was too worthless to even hold your bright heart. To hug it as I used to, to take care of as I did.

  But one day, as I lay awake waiting, your heart opened up to me, and what I saw was none other than tragedy. The tragedy of the life you had and the life you hold. I saw the sadness in the eyes of a child who never knew what ou know now. I smiled.

  Don’t get mad. I didn’t smile at your pain nor did I intend to laugh at your face, with such delicate pulchritude and say that I did not care for a sad boy. I smiled because you let me see the heart without a key. You let me behold and take up the sadness you felt and let me feel the happiness you have. Thank you for letting me see the un-see-able heart.

 Thank you, for letting me see your precious memories and your horrible ones. Thank you for showing me the complex person you were, the simple person you are. Thank you, for trusting me so much to let me see that clinquant heart that shines and glows with more than 5000 suns. Your beautiful gilded heart. Thank you.

Snow in the Summer?

 I’ve noticed lately, as I check my stats in my dashboard, that many people searching up “arctic foxes” or other winter-related things have been reading my story The Girl in White and the Two Orphan Arctic Foxes. I remembered writing that when winter in Florida was so cold that some of the raindrops melted in our hands.

 And I thought to myself, “Well, what in the world made them search for winter during summer?”

 I came up with a few solutions. 1) they live in an area where snow is year-round, 2) they live in the southern-hemisphere, or 3) they just love winter that much. As for the foxes, they are just so darn cute!

  But I guess that on the summer days when the heat is so unbearable and you can’t really go lower than shorts and a tank top, you would wish there was snow somewhere so that you can feel cool and relaxed. But I like the idea of just loving winter. I love winter but I don’t write about it cause I’ve seen snow twice in my life, and they always seem to end up in my eye (oh devilish snowballs).

  An idea just popped up in my head. What if it’s students researching these animals and thought that a blog would talk about them as a resource? I mean, I used to research in as many places that had the animal’s species or name in it. “Cockatails? Yep, this website has it!” I even remember entering a few blog sites of Zoologists or Biologists or even Marine Biologists! But that’s a story for another time.