Perilous Thoughts|| #RAeyes
This blog is a collection of thoughts, poetry and graphic art. Most by me, some shared from others.. ----------------------- The content here in is MY opinion and perspective solely. You want to chime in, go for it, I'm an adult. ------- I tend to follow those who follow me, but I reserve the right not to fill my dashboard with shit. :-) -------You can call me The Analyst.
  • damn.

    mermaidsbite:

    pensivepen:

    when typos get reblogged  (-_-)  color me embarrassed

    this happens to me almost every day…

    .. and hurts a little more when the sentiment was otherwise brilliant.

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  • "Trust the vibes you get, energy doesn’t lie."
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  •  ”my forgiveness might.”
— I’ve been the one needing to say sorry for stupid impulsive acts that hurt others. I’ve also been the one getting the apologies. Being on both sides made me realize why forgiveness is important. Why that phrase, “Forgive but never forget" is so on point.
We try to understand why people do the things they do, say what they say but often forget to really think from their perspective. Our sense of self-preservation and entitlement often makes it hard to see they’re struggling with theirs.
I think the key is forgiving them for their mistakes and helping them determine where their turmoil spawns. You can guess why, but only they really know the specifics and only they can make the choice to change.
In my observations, those who create disruptive hurtful chaos around them, are often hurting a lot themselves and frustrated by their own inability to get a handle on it.
Sorry can often be a one word plea for help.
♀|} The Analyst - writing as the devil’s advocate
  •  ”my forgiveness might.”

    — I’ve been the one needing to say sorry for stupid impulsive acts that hurt others. I’ve also been the one getting the apologies. Being on both sides made me realize why forgiveness is important. Why that phrase, “Forgive but never forget" is so on point.

    We try to understand why people do the things they do, say what they say but often forget to really think from their perspective. Our sense of self-preservation and entitlement often makes it hard to see they’re struggling with theirs.

    I think the key is forgiving them for their mistakes and helping them determine where their turmoil spawns. You can guess why, but only they really know the specifics and only they can make the choice to change.

    In my observations, those who create disruptive hurtful chaos around them, are often hurting a lot themselves and frustrated by their own inability to get a handle on it.

    Sorry can often be a one word plea for help.

    |} The Analyst - writing as the devil’s advocate

    (via mermaidsbite)

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  • All things! (my version of Amen)
♀|} The Analyst
  • All things! (my version of Amen)

    (via lidsdownlow)

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  • "Days like today I can feel the abyss inside waiting, knowing, just lingering for that one moment I hesitate long enough for the darkness to take over; cold, disconnected and blunt."
    I wont let it take me today.
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  • ME & THIS BEE

    True Story — I was walking home from the bus coming back from a trip to the store. It’s a long trip with all kinds of old buildings and such, but it was on my walk up the hill I spotted this bee and was inspired to stop and take some pictures.

    As I packed up my camera to walk away, a man who’d come out to walk his dog called across the street most curious. He asked me what I’d been taking a picture of and I told him. He might not have been impressed but I was.

    I love bees, it was a big bee.

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  • sirbombalot:

This is me.
This is me at twenty-one.In a few hours, this will be meAt twenty-two.There will be no difference.
This is me at twenty-two.This is the same face that will pushThrough each and every dayWishing it would end fasterAnd the next would begin.This is the same face that willShiver through another winterAnd sweat through another summer.This is the same face that will continue to searchFor reasons to keep moving.
Maybe I’m not looking forward to another year.Maybe I’m shuddering at the factThat there’s just more of this.Maybe my optimism is being smotheredAnd dying out.
Maybe some cake will make me feel better.

Inspiration or rue?
That IS you.At twenty-two.You may not see it, but the change is there. Contemplate your forfeit,or remember why you care.Regardless of your religion,your God is inside.He is you and you are him,that’s where the power will reside,Your answers and will are within,you have to want not to hide.You took the first step,self reflection of the mind.Scour past regret,and don’t fear what you’ll find.You’re a lot stronger than you think,even if motives are lacking.You can rise above or sink, you’re in control of any slacking. You don’t have to know what you want,to find a way to move forward.Don’t let your past haunt,it’s experience to get out of the corner.Take another look.You at twenty-two.Your life, your book.Inspiration or rue?
♀|} The Analyst
  • sirbombalot:

    This is me.

    This is me at twenty-one.
    In a few hours, this will be me
    At twenty-two.
    There will be no difference.

    This is me at twenty-two.
    This is the same face that will push
    Through each and every day
    Wishing it would end faster
    And the next would begin.
    This is the same face that will
    Shiver through another winter
    And sweat through another summer.
    This is the same face that will continue to search
    For reasons to keep moving.

    Maybe I’m not looking forward to another year.
    Maybe I’m shuddering at the fact
    That there’s just more of this.
    Maybe my optimism is being smothered
    And dying out.

    Maybe some cake will make me feel better.

    Inspiration or rue?

    That IS you.
    At twenty-two.
    You may not see it,
    but the change is there.
    Contemplate your forfeit,
    or remember why you care.

    Regardless of your religion,
    your God is inside.
    He is you and you are him,
    that’s where the power will reside,
    Your answers and will are within,
    you have to want not to hide.

    You took the first step,
    self reflection of the mind.
    Scour past regret,
    and don’t fear what you’ll find.

    You’re a lot stronger than you think,
    even if motives are lacking.
    You can rise above or sink,
    you’re in control of any slacking.

    You don’t have to know what you want,
    to find a way to move forward.
    Don’t let your past haunt,
    it’s experience to get out of the corner.

    Take another look.
    You at twenty-two.
    Your life, your book.
    Inspiration or rue?

    (via mermaidsbite)

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  • ALONG THE EDGE

    poetryriot:

    Poetry Riot Prompt (Week Fourteen)

    The prompt for this week is:

    Along the edge

    Tag your work with poetryriotprompt, and starting this week use the prompt as a tag as well.

    Also a lot of you have expressed difficulty in finding the prompts. I’ve created a new tag: riotprompts (please do not use this tag for your own work). Search under the tag and you’ll see the current and previous prompts.

    ALONG THE EDGE

    Wander along the edge
    of my mentality
    melted into a hedge
    of willful actuality
    shaped by a blemished sledge
    of endless calamity
    sharpened by every wedge
    of helpless incapacity
    etched with a pledge
    of selfless philanthropy
    fueling the dredge
    of careless depravity
    none one will allege
    a mindless rationality
    so I’ll tar before I fledge
    all of them systematically.

    (via mermaidsbite)

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  • STRENGTH & WEAKNESS

    Perception is a damnable thing
    from which principals do swing.
    Then come assessment & judgment,
    an opinion of something  repugnant.
    A strength is seen as weakness,
    a decision based on probable bleakness.
    Only after the “feeble" is torn asunder,
    does the observer notice their blunder.
    The subject may not be a McGyver,
    but it’s clear they’re a survivor.
    Are they weak or are they strong?
    The answer has been perception all along.
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  • teaberrybee:

    3 Doors Down     “Kryptonite”

    TRUE STORY:

    Growing up I only really wanted one thing… for someone to care enough about me to help me (love me, support me, understand me). My Dad pretended, truth was he didn’t know how any more than my mother did, but he tried I think. At one point, he made this song, Kryptonite, our song. A song of support and endurance through the crazy shit.

    It’s still our song, but I don’t thinking of it as the way I know he intended it. When I hear the lyrics, I can’t help but think, "No, he wont call me superman because he thinks I’ve lost my mind.

    I still love the song, and will sing and laugh with my Twin.. but deep down it makes me sad. I should tell my father about it, but I can’t bring myself to break his heart just because mine’s been broken just about as long as I can remember.

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  • "Sometimes I get annoyed with homosexual scenes on TV… and then I think about it."

    I appreciate women, have no problem saying or agreeing one is attractive or sexy, and have even kissed my share of women, but I’m interested in men. I consider myself straight. I’ve caught myself feeling annoyed at homosexual scenes on TV… and then I think about; I realize, homosexuals are probably more frustrated thinking in the opposite direction, “common, where’s our sexual tension action?

    Maybe they don’t think that exactly but my points still the same. It made me feel like a douche a little, but in the end I smile. I can only hope other people take a moment to think about things from a perspective other than their own.

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  • THANK YOU for all the likes and reblogs (mermaidsbite, celticwarriorpoet, mindmutations, especially for reblogging the bleeding webs piece, and itzairverria for the recent follow #49!) and everyone else! I’m sorry I haven’t been more active, I will be! Right now I’m painting rocks so Twin (solushospes) and I can sell them in an effort to buy a camper and take our art and blogging mobile. 
I promise I’ll share pictures of the rocks once they’re finished. We may even be posting them on StoreNVY for non-local purchase, but by no means is anyone obligated. We both appreciate the likes and reblogs of the art itself. It’s inspiring and I thank my followers for their support and appreciation for some of the things I post!
♀|} The Analyst
  • THANK YOU for all the likes and reblogs (mermaidsbite, celticwarriorpoet, mindmutations, especially for reblogging the bleeding webs piece, and itzairverria for the recent follow #49!) and everyone else! I’m sorry I haven’t been more active, I will be! Right now I’m painting rocks so Twin (solushospes) and I can sell them in an effort to buy a camper and take our art and blogging mobile.

    I promise I’ll share pictures of the rocks once they’re finished. We may even be posting them on StoreNVY for non-local purchase, but by no means is anyone obligated. We both appreciate the likes and reblogs of the art itself. It’s inspiring and I thank my followers for their support and appreciation for some of the things I post!

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  • TRUTH: It’s all about moderation, like any intoxicant, though even in large amounts it’s a tranquil herb. I’ve never seen anyone get violent smoking weed unless they were just playing around with friends, laughing the whole time.
Perhaps more interesting and important, is the truth that the Human Body has receptors for THC. Think about that for a little while.
♀|} The Analyst
  • TRUTH: It’s all about moderation, like any intoxicant, though even in large amounts it’s a tranquil herb. I’ve never seen anyone get violent smoking weed unless they were just playing around with friends, laughing the whole time.

    Perhaps more interesting and important, is the truth that the Human Body has receptors for THC. Think about that for a little while.

    (Source: blueeyecandy)

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  • A friend reminded me not to be embarrassed by it. 
♀|} The Analyst
  • A friend reminded me not to be embarrassed by it.

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  • I see bleeding webs in the darkness. Webs constructed of our own human plights carved with paths of misdirection and bought happiness. They bleed the tears of the bodies piling in the name of a false freedom, blinded by the assumed protection of a nation controlled by wealth. Elders in my family tell me I can control how I feel about it, trying to encourage me away from depression; I can’t help but think they’re telling me not to care. Not my problem. Wont happen in my generation. It’s out of my control. 
Out of my control alone, yes. So I weep for the woes of the world. 
Am I crazy or just the only one (perhaps one of few) who can see the bleeding webs in the darkness of shadows cast by the monuments of power and wealth so many envy and seek to be? Am I delusional when I think I see the individual goals of people to improve themselves often lacking the consideration of how their “better self” has impacted those around them on the way and into the evolution?
  • I see bleeding webs in the darkness. Webs constructed of our own human plights carved with paths of misdirection and bought happiness. They bleed the tears of the bodies piling in the name of a false freedom, blinded by the assumed protection of a nation controlled by wealth. Elders in my family tell me I can control how I feel about it, trying to encourage me away from depression; I can’t help but think they’re telling me not to care. Not my problem. Wont happen in my generation. It’s out of my control.

    Out of my control alone, yes. So I weep for the woes of the world.

    Am I crazy or just the only one (perhaps one of few) who can see the bleeding webs in the darkness of shadows cast by the monuments of power and wealth so many envy and seek to be? Am I delusional when I think I see the individual goals of people to improve themselves often lacking the consideration of how their “better self” has impacted those around them on the way and into the evolution?

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