Mystic flux

It really does hurt a little But on I have to move To get my restless heart to settle Myself I must improve For great heights I must aspire And great help is mine to give True friends is what I require True help with my life to live But writing my way out of darkness Sharing and venting honest outlet Has taken it's toll upon my witness Closing doors have brought me regret Advances I made on the way back Time had come for the man within Negative feelings were starting to crack The words were the armor however thin To stave off the feelings mostly of guilt I put them in words and set them free And the friendship I thought I'd long ago built Could not survive or was not meant to be So now I lament and struggle again For I can't let it beat me It's time to break free Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone

Lights out, all but the screen before me. now, don't have the ability to write right now. See what I mean? I accidentally rhymed now with now! Tired and down, a bad day forgotten for a precious short moment, guilt suppressed not by spirit but by spirits. How do I answer the question? How do I explain the sadness? Guilt? Pathos? Love? An unhealthy troika if ever there was one! The honest approach I've been too scared to try, praiseworthy in others but too tough for me. For me I just hide. In dark dusky corners of life's mainstream I play, amongst the lonely and twisted, the nightowls and lurkers. My game is quite simple with very few rules, just keep your head down and do all the hurt, let no one get in to where the innocence lies. These eyes, these eyes, for small comfort he cries.

Now is the time to reflect, mind open to regret The words have been said, ire away misled Too blind to see that it's not only me But it's my job to correct

Hitting the road, to the horizon we go 90 mile an hour, too much money to blow Feel the wind in the hair, blue skies so fair Life flies by, days and nights is a blur Eyes catching all, the scene's passion to stir Burning Hi-test, in the dust are all the rest Forever we go, with no destination we know The dreams all will fade, the scars we have made Chasing ever on to find our elusive horizon.

While I take great satisfaction from the writing I post here, the status of my life makes it difficult to produce the work this blog deserves and was insired to be as evidenced in the early posts. Please welcome The Electrified ADD Brain!   electrifiedaddbrain.blogspot.ca I pray that someday the divine juice will flow through me again for to have loved and lost is.... Sadly, not of my experience.

The day started with a new product idea, hands down, the best I've ever had.  I got up at a decent time yet still managed to arrive 10 minutes late for work. I started my day knowing that I had to take control of the CAMH project and make sure that everyone had what they needed to get it done. With zeal and hyper-focus I attacked my day, juggling the education of my proteges, the need to advance my portion of the project and the needs of myriad other projects in the shop. I had altercations or near altercations with no less than 5 individuals, (several of them twice) I had a long debriefing with my boss to ensure that he understood where I was coming from and to assure him that I did realize that I was an asshole but also that I was working on it. I let him know a few of the ways he could help me by removing some of the little things bother me. I got home, told my father about my idea, told him it would be my first million dollars, heard my mother say in the kitchen, speaking ...

A rich bitch in her gitch, now that is a switch! A poor girl with her curls plays a song in her thong and I think all along naughty thoughts oh so wrong But my heart it does long for embrace to belong. And passion to burn oh so strong. Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone