Even if mankind has been inhabiting this bountiful, precious orb trying to keep up with her abrupt changes, it feels man will always stagger behind when it comes to making a breakthrough in change. People want change, but often times we’re not even on the page or will never meet eye to eye with certain individuals. The human race needs to change altogether in order to truly advance and more forward past the issues that still hold many back today.
… Though that’s a dream I know will never come true. People are too divided and we’ve accumulated so many problems that we can’t solve them all. I guess a true evolution within man’s ethical, social, tolerance, understanding and knowledge is a dream that will remain a dream. An unrealistic dream.
What a dilemma.
Dec. 7, 2012/8:56 p.m.
I’m trying to make a couple of tribute videos for a few people that I appreciate/admire. The problem holding me back is copyright. As much as I know the copyright law, it’s also a little irritating when you want to request to use the work and they don’t reply or you don’t know who to contact.
I only wish to use a few snippets from videos and a song to match it all. I’ve tried to contact the ones I could find, but I also wonder is it okay to use it anyway since it’ll fall under Fair Use. Of course I have no intention of making money off a tribute video, but I still want to ask and follow the rules unlike many on YouTube. It’ll suck to do all this work only for it to be taken down. What to do, what to do. :(
Trying to glue the shards back together.
I often wonder is there someone on this rotating sphere going through the same issue as me, over-thinking to a point that your head throbs from nerve clawing pain.
It feels as if it’s a broken record, replaying the toxins I wish that would stay buried.
I try to avoid the routine of being a slave to a thought or a memory, but it creeps up behind me and clings to my brain.
It’s become difficult thinking clearly, as if my storehouse is being forced to relive a plague that makes me question my morality.
The walls has shattered, cutting me deep and leaving me to shield my ears from the noise outside.
Diligently picking up the pieces to cement a stronger bungalow. I question what’s to become of me if I don’t succeed.
Multitasking is not as easy as it used to be. ☹
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Besides dealing with the randomness of my mind and morality, juggling different avocations has not been a breeze for me these days.
● I’m trying to contact owners of some snippets films to have permission to use them. I think the snippets would help enhance the tribute video I want to do, but I want to receive affirmation without using it like many users on YouTube. If I don’t obtain permission, I fear my hard work would be taken down, even if it falls under Fair Use.
● I’m trying to lose weight and get my stomach toned again, but lack of cash and places that sells fresh food is not in my reach right now. I lost 2 pounds, but gained close to 10. -____- Getting into the habit of working out, practicing yoga, and searching for organic meals is what I’m currently trying to do so I can stroll in the right direction of eating right and staying active. If only my family members and acquaintances and basically the whole world would do the same. I want everyone to be healthy and happy (and sane).
● Remembering information is becoming difficult due to so my stress my mind is enduring. I’m trying to relearn it, but I worry I’ll forget it once more. Good thing I’ve taken on the opportunity to write down essential information that I feel I may forget.
I’m keeping track of my anniversary of when I first joined this site, which is the 21st of this month. I wanted to create a post of what I’ve seen and learned on Tumblr from the peculiar ‘community’. Hopefully I get the chance to write it.
It’s hard to trust someone, when everyone you ever opened up your heart to, has let you down and pushed you away.
ｒｅｓｉｄｉｎｇ ｏｎ ｃｌｏｕｄ ９
Resting on your window sills
enjoying my stay
clothed by your arms
cloaked by your sculpted frame.
A steady tempo knocking behind your cage.
Your quivering lips are scrumptious
so sweet as honey.
Gentle panting swimming into my ears
trembling in sync, our emotions are a vital flame.
Your aura exalts my senses
A quiet storm of nature’s body lotion shimmers on our skin
In trace with your gaze
borrowing samples of your breath when I seem to can’t find mine.
Slow, rhythmic drops of warm dew line my lips
racing to the crumpled sheets.
My love, lets enjoy the season change
A humid summer drifting to an autumn’s theme.
No one is going to give you the education you need to overthrow them. Nobody is going to teach you your true history, teach you your true heroes, if they know that knowledge will help set you free.
How easy it is to forget what we’ve learned in school frightens me.
Trying to remember what I was taught in certain subjects has failed. I wish I kept my notes I wrote down because they will come in hand right now.
Clawing on my brain.
I haven’t felt so drained in my life. My mind won’t take a break from thinking.
Backed up traffic and wailing horns is how I my head feel these days.
Lost of maintaining control is slightly happening. What is to become of me if I can’t control this dilemma is and my fortitude is slowly crumbling?
Reconnoiter this from my dusty attic
Your intelligence is enthralling.
A mind that is crisp, keen, a collage of your edition of slideshows, your personal time machine.
Your fondness for the stage, your pivotal mission to please an audience is admiring.
When the curtains retract and unveil your favorite canvas or when the cameras roll and you’re cued into position, you vivify a character the best of your ability. Your patent speech, motion, your fluent fingers.
You venture place to place while you wear arcanum for your daily cloak.
Pellucid and serene is what I hear when the lyrics you speak trickle its way to my ears.
A voice that strums a strong, sumptuous bass which can transition from a thunderous boom to a lulled breeze.
Your journey documents an exciting tale: one who overcomes small obstacles to being bestowed many awards and lucky accidents. An antithesis of a prosaic existence.
It swifts through your vital streams, a passion seamed upon the center of your core. A living testament poised with your sublime potency.
To the vast sea you take soar, enveloped by the lights and the feverish roars.
I am me.
I am me, and that is all who I can be.
From my coarse, curly hair down to my size 9 feet.
I am still me.
My eyes view life through special lens.
My frangible, emotional heart is masked underneath a pseudo-apathetic exterior.
I stand indomitable to judging eyes and their vacant minds.
Despite hectic episodes that are feeling more repetitive, at the end of the day, I am still me.
My opinion of my body is a fluctuating roller coaster.
I always feel alone, even when I’m surrounded by people.
I absquatulate to my adoration of the arts to lull such pain, but it only aids temporary.
It’s an unorthodox remedy that seems to work for me. I know it is erratic, but it shows me just being me.
An outcast by choice, to guard my thinking and breathe clearly. A wise decision to stay secluded from the world’s fleeting sanity.
I am me.
I over-think. I worry about others more than myself. I yearn to make others smile, so they’d never feel as sad as me. Wanting to help the Earth and her inhabitants is a pivotal for me. Fear is my greatest enemy. I want to complete many avocations, but procrastination stalls me. I stray from finding a mate.
I am me.
I am a brewing medley of emotions. I keep it all within since on individual can relate to me.
Throughout my brobdingnagian, tedious seasons in my journey, smiling through it all and staying positive is working small wonders for me.
I am me.
I observe. I daydream. I battle a restless mind for what seems daily. I’m sensitive. I don’t relate to the ways of the world. I see beauty in everyone and everything. I’m a sumpsimus that loves order. I cherish innocence. I shun ignorance. I fall prey to hypocrisy. Your opinion of what I say and do means little to me.
I am me.
I am free.
It seems you’re beyond my grasp.
When it comes to finding a friend, no matter how many individuals I encounter, how close I think I feel with them and how well I get along with them, they will never feel the same way I feel, how I think, how I observe. As beautiful and esoteric the human race is, so many make finding a friend as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.