Planet Earth Turns Slowly...

Lights go down in my room,
A Friday night alone and I'm thinking of you.
You're pictures on my bed,
It's right beside your perfume...
I keep your scent around.
Too many games I've played,
I lust you but the feeling stays the same.
My heart, it bursts when I just speak your name.
I can still taste your breath on my breath.
Wish you could understand me,
Wish you could get inside me,
Oh no I can't seem to breathe without your love.
Oh your heart, your soul, your body...
Until you are right beside me.

I'd like to make myself believe...
That planet Earth turns slowly.
It's hard to say I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep,
Because everything is never as it seems.

One love burning & yearning inside of me,
When push comes to shove,
I'm waiting anticipating anxiously.
Well our pleasures can't be measured,
When your body's pressed up against mine.
Let’s put a hold on time so we can unwind
Just romance through the night.

Relocation. Still hasn't quite set in...and still a bit misty. So spur of the moment and spontaneous, though congruent to my personality...such a large decision. While the first and initial thought process, through excitement, was all of the new things, adventures, and opportunities that lay ahead of me...I did not expect the aftershocks to rumble this hard. I will MISS so much. I will miss my home and my parents. The last two weeks has given me new respect for so much, and new insight for life. I have been noticing things in front of me my entire life, for the first time...or at least correctly analyzing them for the first time. My head is spinning. I still can't wrap my head around what is actually happening, but I know that reality will set in past surreality, and I will finally feel the blow to my stomach. I am not frightened, rather ecstatic...but this is the first time that I have endeavored on an adventure such as this. Another six months of stories to add to my repertoire, along with new memories, music, friends, experiences and lessons. Maybe more than parents and home, I will miss the good friends whom I cherish. Though sometimes dumb-ass's, I'll miss them all the same. So many of my closest have already moved and relocated on to bigger things...and it is taking a toll on my heart. It's now time for me to suffer my own toll. You specifics I am talking to...you know who you are. The special ones. The ones who have proved to SUSTAIN. The ones who haven't lied or changed, the ones who are truthfully, selflessly, and courageously still pushing forward, with me, into this ever-changing life. We few possess the power of truth. The powers of love and forgiveness. The powers of courage and longevity. The overall power of friendship. What you have learned from me, and what I have learned from you will never be enough words or experiences to ever amount to the level of respect and sincere love that I have withheld, now and forevermore, in my heart for you. Whether it is sometimes visible or not, it is imprisoned in my soul, and written into my being. You are my binary, you are my deoxyribonucleic formula for confidence. My friends, entourage, family...never underestimate yourselves. Never give cridit to the ones who discredit...and never give power to the ones who suppress yours, for your power is true and engulfed in your own flame. NEVER let it burn out. There is so much that I will miss. I will miss all the special places, and all the special memories. Every story that I have ever told, and all that it accompanies. I will miss the chaos...which a close friend of mine helped me to truly see and acknowledge is truth. Without it, life is not worth living. Life is meant to be exciting, with purpose. Cherish the chaos. Cherish the stillness. Let the two burn your own flame, for it is your fuel. I will miss the specialness, and special times. I will miss the taste of love, and the touch of companionship. I will miss the glory of it all...

Always and forever.

But this is only the beginning of a new chapter. A new pair of shoes. This is unpaved territory, and it is all mine to discover. Don't forget me...I'll still be around. But do not rebuke me when you see change in me...I promise, it will only be for the better. Thank those of you who have made me this way, with beauty, wisdom, and love...and even if the way you chose to do it was disgusting, I am shaken up but still grateful. I am ready for the move. I am taking this jump. I will be back from time to time and only for a while...so don't let your mind wander too far away from me...because I know mine will not wander far from you. I already miss you. You know who you are...

Santa Barbara, here I come.

Precious Game.

Darkest of the dark. Lowest of the low. You take a man...a man with or without reason, purpose, goals, or history. A blank slate in the viewers eyes. A man with no preconceived notions, whatsoever. You start to naturally wonder...is this man strong? Weak? Passionate or lazy? With vision or with dreams? Good or evil? What are his emotions? What are his physical attributes? What's going on in his mind? What is his potential?

Never underestimate a mans power, in good, or evil. Often, one does not know what they are capable of, or the consequences of what they are capable of, until they prove it to themselves, and step too far. This is, without question, applicable to each and every one of us. Our consequences will teach us lessons, but each person is different. For your own sake...do not underestimate yourself. You can shame yourself just as easily as impress yourself. In growing up, the observer, student, and teacher are often all the same being. You. Don't forget that. Learn the easy way...and listen. Today, I learned that experience is ALWAYS golden and more powerful...but sometimes it is unnecessary and can kill you slowly. It is not always better. Life is too precious. This precious game we play. We only get one life...one shot. Take it, and for your own sake, don't miss.

Poetic Tragedy

Poetic Tragedy...
Shakespeare, so eloquently confesses it's nature of beauty, though apathetically taken as past and written history to so many people in this modern world. His mind and his innermost emotions, translated into stories of English history...with a myriad of wonders within each passing, it is indefinitely something to allegorize.


I pray a day will come that my mind will be as pure and knowledgeable as his. I pray a day will come where I can create such beauty with such immoral impurity, and I can make something that resembles a broken disaster into a perfectly crafted conservatory with plot. Though five seasons hath the length of what once hath possessed more than power, truth, and endurance combined, I suppose that durst and love is dearth to naught. What once overmany and fullsome...henceforth diminished, sunk into great mere. Though I may be troubled, life dost continue its great circle and encompassment. It has made me a smarter man. Betwixt fere and maiden, though often enemies, always angels of the heart in the end. Whither thou goest, I shall go...but understand that if ever beseeched or besought...do not trow that I will tarry. I will never tallt but will NOT tarry. Independence is the created complex for noble men, and more noble than thou, ye hast taught me well to be. I express my gratitude to thee for all suffering, for the sake of MUCH wax. Wax that my dearest fere's have yet to fully grasp and comprehend. It is enigmatic for them...but time will make them his probys. I prithee will understand one day or night, years from this night, for in this moment, thou dost hast nary an inkling of what thou hast done.

But...for the mind, heart, and soul of poetic tragedy, for the sake of itself and for the sake of all thought and affliction, passion, heaven and hell itself and all that it encompasses...despite that she hath turned to favour and to prettiness...I hath been given daisies in exchange for violets because it is already deceased. Their is nothing left to mourn. With sympathetic consideration for all this...I do consider another impossible outcome. Though it shall never cometh, I do not regret it. My life has chosen another path. However, in theory that events outcomes may hath wrought differently, with my own suffering and mistakes, it is moments like these I shall not hath regretted conception. Thy subsequent bastard is thine as well as of noble blood, yet illusion. I often do imagine that such an unintended chasm, doth hath ironically and ultimately unified. Though a dark and dangerous outcome...though would hath never been lost afar, in midst of storm. I could hath endured with longevity, and conquered intertwined. This however, doth not resemble present reality, thankfully. Although, a beautiful mind shall wander. Often flawed and foul metaphorical interpretation is bound to occur, the price of accomplishment comes eternal misinterpretation...but occasionally comes the blessed, yet cursed, correct interpretation. Thou special few, beautiful minds, have possessed the key and cracked our algorithm of language and poetic philosophy. I pray you a long life, I pray God will continue to pour blessings, because He hath given thou one of the most powerful. Shakespeare, so eloquently confesses it's nature of beauty, though apathetically taken as past and written history to so many people in this modern world. Did thou wist that so little shall be known of personal interaction? Did though wist so much artistic beauty of thou shalt be publicized? Rest in Peace. My heart goes out to thy dearest, beautiful mind. He saw thou as I doth, dost and henceforth shall...though deceived, I shant let a loss to my memory. A prison, a palace. My chamber in my mind...a dungeon, and a safe haven. Garden meadow of nobles, yet weeded wasteland. Always mind of mine...with rosemary, daises, and violets. Heaven and hell. Eternal sunshine, spotless. I can not forget or be forgotten. Haunt and hover, enemy and lover, a resident in my peace. What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine. Forevermore.

Now cracks a noble heart...
Goodnight, sweet prince.
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

She's Just Not That Into You.

Alex: Hey, Kelli Ann. Uh, did I get any calls?
Kelli Ann: Since you asked me 11 minutes ago, no, not a lot of phone traffic.
Alex: [obsessively checks phone for signal]
Kelli Ann: Oh, my God.
Alex: What?
Kelli Ann: What's her name?
Alex: Who?
Kelli Ann: The girl... Alex.
Alex: There's no girl.
Kelli Ann: You can't hide it, man. I know strung out, and YOU are strung out.
Alex: Please...
Kelli Ann: This is amazing. You can't focus. Right? Jumping every time your phone rings? Checking your e-mail a hundred times a day? Wishing you could write songs?!
Alex: [laughs]
Kelli Ann: No...feeling the need to bring up her name in random conversations! It's always the same and it has happened to you, my friend.
Alex: Shit...
Kelli Ann: Welcome to my world, asshole. Let me get the door.



Funny thing...2 very close friends of mine have had this conversation in the past month, and I had it with multiple friends of mine just recently. Not many people take this into consideration, and I will undoubtedly be disagreed with on some level, but I completely stand my ground on this matter and truly believe it to be truth.

In theory, as expressed in the movie "He's Just Not That Into You", women can be overly analytical and at times, crazy. It also depicts men to be (somewhat) materialistic, sure, and always thorough, with a conclusion to the movie saying that love itself can change anyone and can make you do things that you never thought you'd do or aren't used to doing. Being a writer and a critic, I am saying this in a roundabout and general way, this is not a blog to analyze the movie, Kwapis, or any of the writers personally, but a blog to express a personal opinion, which I will get to now:

In my opinion, in my experiences, conversations, understanding, and input of others...I have concluded that, in the umbrella of "love" and all that it possesses...MEN, or a MAN will take a heartbreak MUCH harder than a woman. Now women, before you lose your pants (not in the literal fashion), please let me express that I am NOT saying that you do not feel heartache or get hurt. Women definitely DO get hurt and heartbroken, I am simply saying that a man will take it 10x harder than a woman, in most cases. There are exceptions, this is simply a rule (of opinion).

Lets analyze this. Women (naturally) are more emotional than men, and more in-touch with their emotions. This allows an easy flow of love, care, and well-being of others. Remember how your mom made you feel when you skinned up your knees? It is easy for women to be freely loving and compassionate, where it may be difficult for most men. Men are built upon a complex of testosterone, where they are more aggressive, sexual, and visualizing. Disregarding all exceptions, this is a general rule.

BUT...and really think about this...THANK YOU PERCY SLEDGE
When a man LOVES a woman, he can't keep his mind on anything else. He'll trade the world for the good thing he's found. If she's bad he can't see it, and she can do no wrong. He'll turn his back on his best friend if he put her down. When a man loves a woman, he'll spend his very last dime tryin' to hold on to what he needs. He'd give up all his comfort and sleep out in the rain if she said that's the way it ought to be. When a man loves a woman down deep in his soul, she can bring him such misery. If she plays him for a fool, he's the last one to know. Lovin' eyes can't ever see. - Percy Sledge.

Now, to quickly quote the movie...in a LITERAL WAY. LADIES...THIS IS ACTUALLY WHAT HAPPENS...WHETHER YOU BELIEVE IT OR NOT...
We literally can NOT focus. We get confused and do/say stupid shit, constantly. Every time our phone rings/vibrates, we CHECK it. We go out of our way to check it, in fact, we check it almost constantly. About every 10 minutes we make sure that we haven't missed your call, text, email, etc. We get nervous and anxious. We ACTUALLY DO try and write songs...but we musicians actually succeed ;) And yes...we most DEFINITELY try to bring up your name in random conversations. We find out what your perfume is...and we will go a little out of our way so we can hit up Sears, and smell it quickly, then leave. Ben Deignan once said, "My heart, it bursts when I just speak your name". That is exactly correct. We will do things to intentionally think about you, even though we can't stop thinking about you in the first place. FOR EXAMPLE...we will look up songs with your name in them, and listen to them over and over, in context or not. We will start to see your name in random places, like billboards, freeway signs, and books, even if they aren't even there. If we hear your name on a TV show as a character or something, we will slightly smile and they will become our new favorite one on the show. We become very, very analytical. We can't help but be overly analytical...and it sometimes can KILL us. We dissect little things, phrases, gestures, texts, etc. We become COMPETITIVE, and in someways, jealous. And contrary to what you have may heard from other men, hell yes...we do play with your head. We know how to get your attention, make you want things, and desire. We usually can not take hints...but that strongly depends on your hint skill. Some girls just suck...but really. We really DO like sappy love songs. We pretend our pillow is you at night time, and we snuggle with it and kiss it. And yes...our minds run absolutely wild.

Now, I COULD ramble on about these little things for hours, but let's get to the meat. When men LOVE...they really do LOVE. A man becomes deeply in touch with his emotions when he feels a BURNING DESIRE to do so. When a man see's something that he wants...he goes for it...and when he gets it, he is ultimately victorious. If a man gains something worth more than GOLD and DIAMONDS (the love of a woman, whom he really loves) and then LOSES it...he will be absolutely crushed. He will make a FOOL of himself trying to get her back, or he will retreat and run from the situation, insecure and depressed. Often, it is a mixture of both. Women (in a roundabout way) are used to their emotional side and interacting with it, thus being more equipped to deal with the loss, since it happens more. When a man is emotionally scarred, it is like walking into a battle zone naked (in the literal English, and Latin) Ever wonder why every cowboy country singer is singing about beer, rodeo's, horses, drinking, and LOSING WOMEN. Why every pop/rock star sings about sex, drugs, rock, and running away with their girl, and never coming back. Why every rap/hip hip star sings about bitches, hoes, money, sex, cars, and THEIR BOO. I am just keeping it real ladies...when men fall...they fall hard. When is the last time that you saw a girl hung up on a guy for 6 months - a year? (No, Twilight does not count. Edward Cullen is fictional, and will never love you). NOW, when is the last time that you saw a guy hung up on a girl for 6 months - year? I understand that all answers may vary, but in a GENERAL & ROUNDABOUT analysis...the majority is not many woman hold on for that long...and if the love is genuine, a man will.

In conclusion...ladies...watch what you say. You may not know it, but men who love DO listen. We listen almost too much. We hear everything you say (unless your talking DURING the game, while we're working, or if you completely do not have our attention at the moment), besides this, we LISTEN CLOSELY TO YOU. We hear your feelings and want what is best, but being a man is about making decisions that sometimes you MAY not like, but are for the better. This is not ALWAYS correct girls...you gotta keep us in check too! That's why we need you...women are perceptive, understanding, and loving. We need ALL of those qualities from you in order to TRULY make good decisions. There are some BAD break up lines too ladies...you should know them. What men DO NOT WANT TO HEAR: "I think we should be friends". That one sucks...I've heard it. "I just can't do this anymore". How original is that? I've heard that too. How about you just write my damn life into a screenplay? better yet, I'll do it for you, thanks. "It's not you, it's me". Although this may be true...you can be a little LESS VAUGE. You can explain it to us, unless you really don't have ANY intention of being with us. Just TELL us that it is over so we're not waiting. What some women don't realize...MEN WILL WAIT. We really do...sometimes years. You need to be specific with us. Do you have ulterior motives? Is there someone else? Are you just bored? Let us know.

ALTHOUGH...definitely stand your ground ladies. Once you tell us this, we will go nuts and say LOTS of things to you. They will contradict themselves. This is due to the fact that we are broken, and we aren't used to this feeling. We aren't as in-touch emotionally as you are, so we do not know how to handle heartache...so we go nuts. Every guy is different, but nuts all the same. But STAND YOUR GROUND. If you are finished, be FINISHED and give us CLOSURE...or we will FIND closure to satisfy ourselves. Don't play with our hearts...because that will not only hurt us worse, but also make us resentful and bitter. Got to keep it real ladies.

This is NOT AT ALL discrediting women and their emotions...their are PLENTY of douche bag guys out there...I know too many of them, and I am sorry. But ladies, take this as an encouragement...their ARE nice guys out there who will love you truly and unconditionally. Do not think all men are selfish, horny pricks. It is not true. But just understand that men really ARE fragile on the inside, and yes...you do drive us insane. This has been a public service article from Nick Kline to you :)

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