I'm Winning!

Why is your writing so Angry? Was the question that was posed to me.

I said "brother my blog is called Emotional disORDER! What did you expect it to be?"

The release that I get by putting pen to pad... Or In this case my finger to this iPAD...

Says that... I'm winning!

When my Readers... Digest... And are able to consume and be full off these words...

I'm winning!

Just like Angry Birds... & Madden...

Ahh but that right there was my 1st and last fiction because to know me is to know that I don't play...

I write!

I express my thoughts and emotions through collecting this data and mixing it up to present you with the bag as if we are playing a game of scrabble...

To some this is rabble but it simply comes down to word choice and creating a board of verbiage that means the world to you but always makes you ask the question to others: do you see it too...

This to me is my masterpiece... It's my greatest work...

Perhaps NOT but it's a part of me... my sanity... my creativity

It's the inner-workings of my mind that can take me to a place where nobody knows my name and I no longer have to play life's game...

I am Winning!

Would you play with me or are you going to take this opportunity to try and play me...

Are we friends who will have healthy dialogue and exchange words or will we both be Civil and play "Words with Friends"... Make amends and come together with our script to rewrite the next and real final episode of Friends.

Either way...

I'm winning!

I can say that your opinion doesn't matter and that I could care less as to what people think or that.....

Wait for it!

I'm doing me...

But to let the truth be told that rhetoric is getting old...

I do care... I want you to know me... Love me... Accept me for me.

However for my own health and sanity I must simply "write" and hope that one day through these blogs and status changes that you'll finally be able to see...

"ME"

Until then... Remember... My plight in life is to keep running regardless of your opinion!

I'm Winning!

I AM...

I am...

...a father ...a son 

A son to a dad that I wish I had...

NOT

Experienced the pain inflicted by his...

Lack of interest...

My love for this man runs so deep that it makes me weak.

I'm sickened NOT by his actions alone but by the generations that cursed this man that I call: 

Dad...

Who is the son of a dad...

A dad to a son... 

Who is... Me...

See...

This man who helped create me... Can now be... Disenfranchised!

But will never be...

Marginalized...

Because HE! That is in me... Has taught me...

To never dishonor my donor...

I am

...a father to a son... And all that matters at this point is that life for him has just begun!

My Mission Impossible

My Mission Impossible

A Dream within a Dreamer is the name of this Lesson Plan...

It's delayed... It's immediate... It's intentional... It's simply Satisfaction.

I am constantly evolving and learning this man that I see in this reflection pool...

I am torn between reality and this rippled image i see that appears to be me but quickly fades in an out of clarity...

I am dreaming during the day of... My Mission Impossible...

It's like the perfect lyric that touches that spirit!

Its so wrong yet it feels so right. I'm completely captivated by what I feel is my plight...

My... My...Mission Impossible.

I have a dream today...

... But my dream today is not based upon yesterday but of what I wish and hope for tomorrow and how one day I can sit and touch and agree publicly with... My Mission Impossible.

Kappa is the beginning... Alpha is my Middle... And Sigh is my ending...

I have a dream today...

That one day that all Men can be created equal but i realize that equal is not fair...

I have a dream today...

That Black and White would be subjected to understanding the lines that continuously cross which happen to be... Grey...

I am dreamer... You know and I know that this is hazy and that there is no need to listen to my woe...

I just don't understand... If God knows me like be says he does... Why would he give me this mission that proves to be impossible.