Thursday, December 13, 2012

My Romance

So I'm having a conversation with a friend of mine on yesterday morning and in the midst of picking apart my life, I was reminded that I am a romantic at heart. 

I can't say that this is a good thing or a bad thing... However it is an accurate thing.

Perhaps I should clarify. My idea of romance tends more towards the archaic definition of the word (which can be found here) rather than the common way that the word is used (which can be found here).

When I think of romance, I think about old stories that explain the better nature of mankind or rather the truer nature of mankind... You know like the stories of a boy and his dog, or my personal preference, a man and his weapon (be it 9mm, light saber, or samurai sword)

Having the strong connection with music that I do, I always seem to be taken back to that common definition of romance. But even still, my romance seems to be different from that of most of those whose circles it has been my privilege to move in.

At the end of the day, I still believe that love, true love, moves people (like me) to do things that they might not have done had they not been loved, or moved to love. I still believe that love, true love brings out the purest and best in mankind (self included).

The sentiment expressed in the lyrics of the song in this video gives voice to my feelings on the subject.








What say you... What is "romance" to you?

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

She Said She Was On Her Way Out...


As I walked to her building, I heard her voice scream out…

She took longer than usual to buzz me in…

As I walked through the door into her condo, my nostrils were greeted with the musky smell of an afternoon-into-the-evening of sexual activity…

She looked more like a woman of leisure than someone who was on her way out the door… Fluffy, comfortable sweater, comfortable jeans, well-tousled hair… sleepy look and sleepy voice…

As I picked up what I came for, and continued the conversation walking out the door, she expressed how happy she would be to be back in her warm and cozy condo… throwing her arms over and around her head, while tilting her head, and cocking her hip… The look of a satisfied woman, who, basking in the thought of her satisfaction, longed for more of the same, even at that moment

Our conversation stretched on for several minutes, and only after we walked back into the condo did she even begin to put on shoes that were suitable for walking outdoors…

Sunday, December 2, 2012

A Life Of Valor...


I just finished watching Act of Valor, a movie that I've been wanting to see for some time.
In my estimation it is a decent movie. It's not your typical "Hollywood" movie, but I'm glad I saw it.

I particularly appreciated the poem that was repeated/recited at the end.


Wise Words Of Tecumseh

Live your life that the fear of death
can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about his religion.
Respect others in their views
and demand that they respect yours.
Love your life, perfect your life,
beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long
and of service to your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day
when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting
or passing a friend, or even a stranger, if in a lonely place.
Show respect to all people, but grovel to none.
When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light,
for your life, for your strength.
Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living.
If you see no reason to give thanks,
the fault lies in yourself.
Touch not the poisonous firewater that makes
wise ones turn to fools and robs their spirit of its vision.
When your time comes to die, be not like those 
whose hearts are filled with fear of death,
for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.




Perhaps these words are a good thing to remember, meditate upon, and perhaps to use as a guide to govern one's life.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

The One...

Every person has (or has had) an idea of what their ideal significant other looks like, the kinds of things they would do (or not do), and what character traits they would possess.
The photo attached to this post, was taken from an Instagram account I follow.
It outlines the character traits of a woman. This woman is held out as an ideal.
I like how the description sounds, but I wonder if such a woman actually exists.

Is it unrealistic for this man to expect to find a woman that fits that description?