Kansas City Shuffle

All you need is a distraction.

Magicians use distractions all the time and call it illusions. Something to keep your mind busy whist you're ignoring that something else is taking place. When it actually does take place you were so caught up in the distraction that you are actually fooled into believing that a trick took place.

I believe that whenever love is not working out for one, one of the most effective forms of protection from the vicious emotional turmoil of heartbreak is to find a distraction. The beauty of this distraction is that it keeps your mind so busy that after a while one tends to forget about ever being hurt. However, unfortunately for the distraction, the one who has caused the hurt is not forgotten. They are actually remembered...

Fondly!

What follows then is that the distraction can only be discarded. Now the illusion is complete and no one saw this coming. Applause! If this seems harsh, this is only because this is a cold and hard reality of life. It is like a primitive version of the dove trick whereby a dove is rescued from a collapsing cage of spikes and appears unharmed on the other side of the magician. Seemingly the dove has escaped but in reality the distraction was crushed to death in the collapsed cage and another was taken from the magician's jacket. Much to the delight of the audience.



I must admit that sometimes distractions are necessary, but what then happens to the distraction? This distraction is now placed in the very same position that you found yourself in to find a distraction!

This person is then now forced to find a distraction them self.

Love will forever be an endless spiral of usages and hurts that coils until the end of time.

Drunken confession

I would admit that I am a whole lot more pettier than I let on. I do petty little things on purpose and pass them off as either me not knowing better or a mistake. Things that show that my devious little mind is always working. Then I chuckle to myself at the havoc that my action could potentially cause playing off the whole chain reaction in my mind.

The whole process is even sweeter when I am slightly inebriated, again only to me. It is if I were a mischievous little imp who preys pranks on unsuspecting victims. The only thing is that these pranks are only mild nuisance to the extremely vigilant. Such as moving a set of keys from one end of the counter to another.

I'm tired....
Good Night

Thoughts at the end.../ Men just dont talk Poems

I feel like sharing a poem I wrote with the world...
Take from it what you will, I don't share my poetry often.

Thoughts at the end...

How lucky must he be,
to get your love and affection
Whilst I sit here contented,
with your divided attention

I must admit I'm jealous of him,
to have your hand to hold
A friend to call, a lover to kiss,
a warm companion for the cold

I'm happy that you're happy though
tho it matters not that he exists,
Tho' all is fair in love and war,
why did it have to end like this...

I have a feeling that its not really finished but it seems somewhat complete like this to me....

I have a lighter one to share also....
(for all those persons out there who read my stuff and say "you're so dark and gloomy", here's one that you can just read for reading's sake)

Men just don't talk

We men don't like to talk,
We do,
We say,
Some like to play,
But we just don't like to talk,
Some act,
Some may,
Even if he's gay,
He'll just don't like to talk,
Man sleeps,
Man eats,
And as he needs a man will pee,
But talk is not for he,
Men fight,
Men bond,
But we men will abscond,
From any type of talk,
Our Nature is such,
We'll accept that much,
Talking's just not for us.


We

I've sooo felt like this in life....

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