Today

Today I feel like discovering. I have looked at my life and times thru my blogs and have found that I'm a pretty deep fellow. I had to come here from Vox because it's closing and that gave me a chance to reread all my old blogs. I find myself looking at the past, present and future as a new pair of eyes looking out of an old head. I see that I'm very scatterbrianed in my blogging but that I eventually get my point across. I like the fact that I still find my self amazed at the fact that wild animals Love me. I have a bunch of cats and they all hold their own little personalities. They are meant to be wild as any other creature but they Love me. They let me pet them and cuddle them. They hold my heart in their tiny paws every day. I rediscover this amazement every time I touch one of them. I find it fascinating that I have friends on social sites that really care about me. I have never been a very popular person to be around. The people that found me on Facebook and Myspace have shown me that in my past I wasn't such a bad person as I thought. A couple of my friends are even women that in the past were heartbroken because of me. It amazes me that anybody held me in such esteem as to be able to have their heart broken by my leaving. I never meant to break any hearts. I've never really wanted to hurt anybody in that way. I have a certain problem with my anger control that has made me want to hurt some people physically. Emotional pain is so much worse than any physical hurt you can find. Scars aplenty do I hold in my heart from times past. I have been hurt time and time again but that was never my want to do it to someone else. Even after I was hurt, I didn't want to hurt the person that way.I've been told that I'm kind-hearted and sensitive but I think it's more than that. I think I hold all people in such high regard that it never occurs to me that I could hurt them and get away with it.

Hurt

We do as we choose to our ends

We do as we must to our benefit

When will we open blind eyes?

When will it be shown, our sorrow?

To hurt is to end a life

To endure is to bring the pain

There was once a time when men help sway

There was once a time when women were bold

Reality crept in and tore them asunder

Showing them that boldness and sway

Mean nothing to a heart full

Only Love for another brings beauty

Only Love for another brings completion

When will we open blind eyes?

The hurt is too great to be sought

The hurt is too great to be endured

Send away the strife of pain

Bring in the healing of new Love.

M. Pinnell