Thin Line

It's a thin line between love and hate... we have often heard that said, but how much attention do we pay to the sense in the quote? I was watching the 1996 film of the same title by Martin Lawrence the other day, and wondered how love could go so sour. I now know better, pulling a gun and shooting a former lover does not begin to quantify the amount of spite that the heart actually feels. For those of you who have been down the greasy path of falling out of love with someone who made your world spin in the past; will all swear to have wished them dead at a certain point, but as the heart gets used to the pain, it makes room for the hate to subside, and all the lies, betrayals and pain don't seem to matter any more... you have moved on and and the light shines on another day.

Ode....

The head thinks and ponders... the heart grieves and hurts....the soul is spent and drained.... the body is weak and tired..... what does a man have left???

The day ends and all I can hold on to is a boxed shaped device in front of me... I've got it making bouching noises through what I think are speakers.... I've got a gurl (dont ask me who) beside me.... My thoughts still running wild....... cant put me fingers on it..... I wish.... I wish.....
Phewwwww........

Pen drops!!!!

When it Crumbles

Its an amazing thing... love. I have never put a defination to the word 'love' and I do not think I will ever be able to. When you do fall in love its a bliss that you will want to experience for as long as possible... but what happens when it starts to get sour? when you don't see eye to eye with someone with which you had incredible "Chemistry", when you start to 'fall out of love'?

'I aint no love doctor and i aint tryna be'... but when the cookie starts to crumble it brings all manner of distasteful crumbs with it.

A New word

"Yesterday has passed and like yesterday the word of yesterday has also passed, now a new word has to be uttered."



The author of this blog (word craft) is a virgin to the world of blogs and blogging, so you will have to forgive me if i don't observe the protocols of blogs ( that's if there are any).



I was once told that a man is not rated by the wealth he has or by the number of times he is able to give sweet orgasms... but by the truth in his words and by the ways he honours them. In simple terms - "Words make a man". A guide for me and all... " A word has been uttered"... will it stand true?

IT ALL FADES

"There is nothing like the beauty of a loving heart shining through a seasoned face"...

A friend once gave me these lines to put on a card to a girl I thought I really liked... those were some crazy days... she did not find it very lyrical to say the least, I dont think she appreciated the card either.

A few years ago our paths crossed and with the fake smiles we both put on I could see that there was something missing... she was not as pretty as I remembered... was i going blind or did she lose it all? the charm, the grace, the smile that in the past lightened my day... where did it all go? It all fades... like a mirage in a distance, it all fades away.