Supporting the cause: People against Inanity

After reading a friend’s recent blog post (http://mothicus.blogspot.com) surrounding the weak-minded grounding of modern insults, and people’s inability to come up with anything that has real originality, gumption and wit, I have to elaborate and say that society’s mindset in general suffers from the same problem. People suffer, by and large, from the trappings of peer pressure, which mostly consist of mass stupidity culture, and the misconception that following said herd of uneducated, ignorant masses, is a good thing. Individuality and free thinking should be encouraged, and by this I mean true individuality, not the type where you get told to be "unique", but at the same time to fall into socially and/or politically touted classifications. Individuality and free thinking is a process where one questions values that are imposed on one by society and institutions with an agenda, i.e. people who want to create wealth off of one’s beliefs, or cause you to contribute financially without question to a cause, regardless of whether they are preaching rational arguments, or just exhibiting pure sensationalism.
What I’m getting at then, in this somewhat concise and compressed post, is do not be afraid or discouraged to use your brains folks. It evolved into the powerful instrument it is for a reason. (Yes, I did say EVOLVED, go read a modern science textbook in case you don’t know what that means.)
People who discourage/frown upon/slate/slam/rebel against/don’t understand/attempt to disprove the process of free thought, originality, and critical analysis of everyday customs, beliefs and sayings, should be avoided like the festering, plague-ridden intellectually stagnant ignoramuses that they are. No good can come from THAT gene pool my friends, that is certain.

My ancestral home pt1: The fields of Yorkshire

The fields of Yorkshire is where I’ll be.
One day when the siren song calls.
When I close my eyes and listen,
To the summons of the masters of old,
The olde county is what calls me to its breast.
The birthplace of my name, the soft cradle of our kind.
The hamlet whispers in the rain,
The Norwood recites soft poetry that reverberates through my being. No matter how far away I am on foreign soil,
The cottages perched on the ridge call out to me,
The penetrating drizzle cleanses me to the very depths of my soul. I wear the white rose of the house with pride, along with the red cross, it has my allegiance.
I long to tread your soft green path but once,
Crying in the mist in wonder at your effulgence.
Part of my soul dwells here,
Birthplace of my ancestors.
Uneasy battleground of kings, uniting under the tudor.
Fairest rose, you capture my fancy,
And possess a bit of heart.
But for the fair France, there is nowhere else I would settle for. Be it that you glorify His name, for you are a
county gorging upon exquisite beauty.
Hail Yorkshire,
My Yorkshire.

I just want to kiss you

Why can’t I just come out and say it?
I really want to kiss you.
I am captivated by your dark eyes and your lovely brown tresses. I wanted to cry when you asked me whether I was leaving.
I really wish I didn’t need to.
I really wish that I could take you with me.
I would take you across the world with me in a heartbeat, if you would just have me.
I love how you help me stay on track with my plans.
I love how determined you are to not let circumstances get you down, and to come out on top.
And I love how selfless you are, it shows in everything you do and everything you say.
And now I really am crying because I miss you so much.
I just want to be close to you and spend some time with you. I just want to hold you and touch your cheek.
I just want to touch your hair and hear you speak.
I want to hold you in my heart, closer than my own thoughts. I want to kiss your lovely lips.
Repetition is conviction, so believe me when I say that I truly want to be with you.
I wish that somehow we would find each other some day.
Sooner, rather than later.
Without you things would always be different.
My life path would somehow always be a lot less meaningful.
I know that I have said this before, and yet I have never felt quite like this before.
There really is nothing I really want more.
So I wish that somehow you knew that this was dedicated to you. And I wish that you felt the same way about me too.

Breathing in autumn

Sitting on my doorstep
I’m looking up at the clouds,
Bearing probably the last rain of the season.
Wearing my leather jacket, to keep myself warm.
Smelling the aroma of the sweet drops.
They start to pour down,
Filling up my soul, and warming my heart.
But at the same time reminding me,
That I’d so like to be with
You right now.
There where you are, far away from me right now.
I might hear from you in but a moment, but the times in between, Drag on into seemingly
Mind-numbing waits.
What is this called?
In the meantime, I’m thankful for the chance to huddle indoors. But I rather wish I could have been with you right now.
Breathe the heavenly aromas.
Fly away in my mind.
Feel the rain against my face.
Kiss me.
And caress my soul.

I want to tell you

I want to tell you that I like you.
Damn it! Why am I hesitating?
I’m afraid you’ll resent me for it.
No, I don’t know you all that well.
Yet.
Yes, I want a chance to go out with you & get to know you better. A lot better.
No, I don’t care what anyone else who reads this thinks of me for writing it. I’m not dedicating it to them anyway.
The only thing that I care about is having a chance to get to know you up close. We chat now and again.
I’d like to chat some more.
I help you out a tiny bit now and again.
I’d like to do a whole lot more.
I want to see what we could be, given the opportunity.
I don’t want to look back one day and admit I was too scared. I want to look back, grateful that I dared.
All I want is a chance.
If it’s meant to be, I think my heart might bloom.
If it’s not, well I’d simply have to deal with the gloom, no matter how hard it is.
After all, you can not force someone to like you.