Our government,
Who art in human realms,
Social democracy be the way,
Thy welfare come, thy socialized health care system
and decent minimum wage.
give us this day,
our public schools, without morning prayer
as we invest in affirmative action
and lead us not not into the private sector,
but deliver us from segregation
for the state is in the power,, the REPUBLIC, and the glory, forever and ever
AMEN
VIVA LA REVOLUCION!!!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Untitled
The sound of his voice calms my inner child,
So strong and yet so sweet,
The look of his smile lights up my soul,
causing me to glow from the heat.
His every fibre radiates with sensuality,
love...perfection....he's so elite...
He's so motivated....concentrated....
He'll never know defeat.
He gives me strength I didn't know i had,
Combats my every affliction...
From eating disorders to depression...
Even as far back as addiction!
The panacea to my every disease,
With him i'll never want...
And yet he is so humble!!!
Treats his godliness with nonchalant...
I need him like i need oxygen,
His very essence keeps me alive,
i thrive upon his attention,
Without him i'd never survive....
Surely the gods must writhe in jealousy!!
As he is above them all....
He amazes me more by the passing hour,
On my knees to him i crawl....
My love for him will never fade,
Despite the passing of suns,
My desire for him grows unbearably,
And our loves hardly but begun.
I'd kill for him, die for him....
rest my head on the chopping block,
I'd bleed for him, scream for him....
And i'd still not be good enough.
if i could aquire the world,
it'd immediately be in his hands,
For he owns my very soul,
like he'll hardly ever understand....
XxXx Lauren Lopez XxXx written June 01, 2010
So strong and yet so sweet,
The look of his smile lights up my soul,
causing me to glow from the heat.
His every fibre radiates with sensuality,
love...perfection....he's so elite...
He's so motivated....concentrated....
He'll never know defeat.
He gives me strength I didn't know i had,
Combats my every affliction...
From eating disorders to depression...
Even as far back as addiction!
The panacea to my every disease,
With him i'll never want...
And yet he is so humble!!!
Treats his godliness with nonchalant...
I need him like i need oxygen,
His very essence keeps me alive,
i thrive upon his attention,
Without him i'd never survive....
Surely the gods must writhe in jealousy!!
As he is above them all....
He amazes me more by the passing hour,
On my knees to him i crawl....
My love for him will never fade,
Despite the passing of suns,
My desire for him grows unbearably,
And our loves hardly but begun.
I'd kill for him, die for him....
rest my head on the chopping block,
I'd bleed for him, scream for him....
And i'd still not be good enough.
if i could aquire the world,
it'd immediately be in his hands,
For he owns my very soul,
like he'll hardly ever understand....
XxXx Lauren Lopez XxXx written June 01, 2010
Till death do us Part
Till Death do us part
I gaze intently into your eyes,
I can feel my sorrow dissipate...
I hold your every word close to my heart,
For every word is still yet more great...
To hear of your love moves my very soul,
out of body...one with you...
To see your smile is to see nirvana,
to watch the rainbow sprinkle every hue...
You've captured my heart in such a way...
The complexity of the method has no words...
my love for you cultivates more deliriously by moment...
Amazing even the gods how it occured...
Your divinity has yet to be matched by a living soul...
Your whisper could calm the wildest of mares...
Your touch could interupt the longest of comas...
Your passion could only intensify the stares...
my heart aches with the fevor it feels for you!!!
a sensation i've never felt so strongly before!!
so strong it's as if i'm dying....
and yet i'm finally living...never felt alive more!!!
My existance depends upon your love for me,
for your the very reason my heart continues to beat....
Yet you're so magnanimous....and so humble...
even being the essence of what makes me complete!!!
It seems even with my most intensive efforts...
I'll never measure to be the goddess you deserve...
For my love, my Evan you merit no less...
But in her place i'll gladly continue to serve...
When the skies one night open...
and the end of my life is near...
My love, My god, My Evan...
I can only hope that your still here...
XxXx Lauren Lopez XxXx written May 31, 2010
I gaze intently into your eyes,
I can feel my sorrow dissipate...
I hold your every word close to my heart,
For every word is still yet more great...
To hear of your love moves my very soul,
out of body...one with you...
To see your smile is to see nirvana,
to watch the rainbow sprinkle every hue...
You've captured my heart in such a way...
The complexity of the method has no words...
my love for you cultivates more deliriously by moment...
Amazing even the gods how it occured...
Your divinity has yet to be matched by a living soul...
Your whisper could calm the wildest of mares...
Your touch could interupt the longest of comas...
Your passion could only intensify the stares...
my heart aches with the fevor it feels for you!!!
a sensation i've never felt so strongly before!!
so strong it's as if i'm dying....
and yet i'm finally living...never felt alive more!!!
My existance depends upon your love for me,
for your the very reason my heart continues to beat....
Yet you're so magnanimous....and so humble...
even being the essence of what makes me complete!!!
It seems even with my most intensive efforts...
I'll never measure to be the goddess you deserve...
For my love, my Evan you merit no less...
But in her place i'll gladly continue to serve...
When the skies one night open...
and the end of my life is near...
My love, My god, My Evan...
I can only hope that your still here...
XxXx Lauren Lopez XxXx written May 31, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
The Star Fairy
She was such a fragile little thing,
hands shaking...tear filled eyes,
she was hardly 5 years old...
but in 3 days she was going to die...
her mother tried to keep her composure,
holding back every tear her heart wanted to shed,
her father seemed stone cold,
as if his daughter was already dead.
she approached me with a shaky voice,
asking if i was sure all her wishes would come true...
i lied and said that i did...
this was before i knew...
this little girl hasnt left my mind,
since that night i wondered if shes gone...
then today i saw someone come in...
it was her!! the doctors were wrong!!
I remembered how scared she sounded,
when she wished not to meet Jesus yet,
and there she was 2 weeks past expected death,
with her gaze upon me set.
"Star fairy lady" she said to me,
"Do you remember who i am?"
i told her i did!! i did!!
she smiled and held my hand.
She thanked me for making her wish come true,
and i told her...no it was your goddess strength,
she gave me a kiss on my finger,
and her mother thank me again.
I never will forget that little girl,
who barely escaped death...
even if just by 2 weeks she lives on,
i can finally let go of my breath.
Written: June 12th, 2010 ....Inspired by a very courageous little girl battling cancer of the lungs, heart, blood, bones, and brain.
hands shaking...tear filled eyes,
she was hardly 5 years old...
but in 3 days she was going to die...
her mother tried to keep her composure,
holding back every tear her heart wanted to shed,
her father seemed stone cold,
as if his daughter was already dead.
she approached me with a shaky voice,
asking if i was sure all her wishes would come true...
i lied and said that i did...
this was before i knew...
this little girl hasnt left my mind,
since that night i wondered if shes gone...
then today i saw someone come in...
it was her!! the doctors were wrong!!
I remembered how scared she sounded,
when she wished not to meet Jesus yet,
and there she was 2 weeks past expected death,
with her gaze upon me set.
"Star fairy lady" she said to me,
"Do you remember who i am?"
i told her i did!! i did!!
she smiled and held my hand.
She thanked me for making her wish come true,
and i told her...no it was your goddess strength,
she gave me a kiss on my finger,
and her mother thank me again.
I never will forget that little girl,
who barely escaped death...
even if just by 2 weeks she lives on,
i can finally let go of my breath.
Written: June 12th, 2010 ....Inspired by a very courageous little girl battling cancer of the lungs, heart, blood, bones, and brain.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Love and Vanity
I strongly believe that those that think they are truly loved without reason to honestly believe that are vain. They feel they deserve to be loved and that is narcissistic. Just as you wouldn't go around saying that you are the most beautiful woman or strongest man to walk the face of the earth, i don't believe people should go around telling people they are loved. Love is significant and rare and to believe that someone should love you is to believe that you are valuable enough to be loved by the people you claim love you. if you are curious as to what i feel love is please look at the previous blog and then it will all make sense. Vanity is defined as: "excessive pride in one's appearance, qualities, abilities, achievements, etc.; character or quality of being vain; conceit." (definition found at dictionary.com) There are ways to feel love and express that you feel loved without being vain. Rather than saying "I know he loves me", you could say "I think he really does love me because ________" and try your best not to come up with a superficial reason as to why. Instead of saying you ARE loved, you can say you FEEL loved. No one can be crucified for a feeling. I'm not saying that no one in this world is loved and shouldn't feel loved. What I am saying is that vanity and love do not go hand in hand and if you are vain enough to gloat and brag about it, then chances are, no love is there. Just as there are beautiful women, but women who constantly brag about their appearance begin to look less attractive to those around them. Remember, love is precious, and it cannot be taken for granted. Love is rare, and not everyone will love you. There is a difference between like and love, infatuation and love, and like and infatuation. Keep this in mind.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
What is Love?
What is Love? How does one define the feelings of love? Since the beginning of time humans have tried to satisfy an accurate description and all fall short. No words seem to capture the true meaning of love. It’s as if our language is too limited to adequately describe such a profound thing as love. I’ve decided that today I will share with you what I believe true love is…to the best of my ability.
Love is an all-encompassing emotion, which grips you from the surface and digs its nails deep into your soul. Love is unconditional, and therefore cannot “die”. If you feel that your love for someone has died, you never loved him or her. Love has no stipulations, and therefore will not alter negatively no matter what the other person does. You can always love someone more, but never less. If you find yourself loving someone less, you never loved him or her, but were simply infatuated. Love is self-less, and therefore you will find yourself caring more about your lover more than yourself. Personal gain is no longer an object of attention. Love outweighs any other emotion without fail. No amount of depression, anger, happiness, or other simple emotion can overpower the feeling of love. Love is not obligatory. If you love someone simply because “he’s my son” “she’s my cousin” “he’s my father, of course I love him”, I’m sorry to inform you, but this is not love. This is simply obligation. Love does not feel pity. Sympathy and love do not go hand in hand. If you feel love simply because “How can I not love her? She’s so helpless, I just want to give her the world”. This is also not love. This is sympathy. Love is greater than man, greater than god, greater than anything possibly imaginable to the human mind. It delves into depths deeper than we could ever hope to explain. Love has been known to cause temporary insanity, which may lead to more permanent situations. “She killed herself because she realized he didn’t love her, and never could”. Love has a mystical veil around it that most of us cannot understand. “My father died yesterday, and after two hours of endless crying, my mother died beside him”. Love cannot be explained. All attempts to explain the ‘whys’ of love are futile. “I love her because she is beautiful”, “I love him because he understands me”. This could never truly describe WHY you love someone. Particularly because they are all shallow statements associated with personal gain, which love does not associate with. Love is complex; it is such a wonder that in the English language we’ve attempted to use such a word to describe every facet of love. You can love peanuts, and you can love your husband…only in English. Love lowers the ego, but heightens ambition. Love is the only emotion that can truly have you appreciate life, and at the same token despise it…assuming it is reciprocated or not. Unreciprocated love is by far the most painful experience a human being can endure, and this is where fear and jealousy come in. Once a person has fallen in love, the fear that their love is unreciprocated triggers jealousy fear, and resentment. Love cannot be stopped or accentuated by means of third party. The feeling of love itself is the sole entity that can grow on its own. You cannot force love onto a person. It is the only emotion that cannot be inflicted or simulated. It can only be felt only on its on terms. This is the best I can do to describe love with the limited words I have. Here are some famous quotes for you to digest.
“No, this trick won't work...How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?” Albert Einstein
“A woman knows the face of the man she loves like a sailor knows the open sea.” Honore de Balzac
Love is an all-encompassing emotion, which grips you from the surface and digs its nails deep into your soul. Love is unconditional, and therefore cannot “die”. If you feel that your love for someone has died, you never loved him or her. Love has no stipulations, and therefore will not alter negatively no matter what the other person does. You can always love someone more, but never less. If you find yourself loving someone less, you never loved him or her, but were simply infatuated. Love is self-less, and therefore you will find yourself caring more about your lover more than yourself. Personal gain is no longer an object of attention. Love outweighs any other emotion without fail. No amount of depression, anger, happiness, or other simple emotion can overpower the feeling of love. Love is not obligatory. If you love someone simply because “he’s my son” “she’s my cousin” “he’s my father, of course I love him”, I’m sorry to inform you, but this is not love. This is simply obligation. Love does not feel pity. Sympathy and love do not go hand in hand. If you feel love simply because “How can I not love her? She’s so helpless, I just want to give her the world”. This is also not love. This is sympathy. Love is greater than man, greater than god, greater than anything possibly imaginable to the human mind. It delves into depths deeper than we could ever hope to explain. Love has been known to cause temporary insanity, which may lead to more permanent situations. “She killed herself because she realized he didn’t love her, and never could”. Love has a mystical veil around it that most of us cannot understand. “My father died yesterday, and after two hours of endless crying, my mother died beside him”. Love cannot be explained. All attempts to explain the ‘whys’ of love are futile. “I love her because she is beautiful”, “I love him because he understands me”. This could never truly describe WHY you love someone. Particularly because they are all shallow statements associated with personal gain, which love does not associate with. Love is complex; it is such a wonder that in the English language we’ve attempted to use such a word to describe every facet of love. You can love peanuts, and you can love your husband…only in English. Love lowers the ego, but heightens ambition. Love is the only emotion that can truly have you appreciate life, and at the same token despise it…assuming it is reciprocated or not. Unreciprocated love is by far the most painful experience a human being can endure, and this is where fear and jealousy come in. Once a person has fallen in love, the fear that their love is unreciprocated triggers jealousy fear, and resentment. Love cannot be stopped or accentuated by means of third party. The feeling of love itself is the sole entity that can grow on its own. You cannot force love onto a person. It is the only emotion that cannot be inflicted or simulated. It can only be felt only on its on terms. This is the best I can do to describe love with the limited words I have. Here are some famous quotes for you to digest.
“No, this trick won't work...How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?” Albert Einstein
“A woman knows the face of the man she loves like a sailor knows the open sea.” Honore de Balzac
Monday, March 16, 2009
Marionette
I stare silently at her,
She lays crumbled on the floor…face in tears,
I don’t know how to help her…
Or if I even want to…
I see the strings…strings…
The strings on her arms and legs…
Marionette…
Her owner above her…his knowing grin…
He tugs at her right arm…
Her arm lifts…
He lifts all four strings and drops her…
She’s helpless…so helpless…
It begins to rain eggshells…
They fall upon her…seemingly only her…
I don’t know how to help her…
Or if I even want to…
He is oblivious of her tears…
They’re silent…
Owners…
They don’t know…don’t know
I begin to feel overwhelming emotion….
I stand there scrutinizing her…
Everyone is watching…everyone knows…
No one helps…no one helps…
Her chest begins to bleed…
Blood pouring…pouring…
She can’t even try to stop the bleeding..
He controls her hands…
He either doesn’t see or doesn’t care…
Doesn’t see…doesn’t care…
Tears still streaming from her eyes…
I feel my chest tighten…
I gather courage and try to run…to run…
I snap back harshly…fall to the floor…
I look at my arms…my legs…
Strings…STRINGS!!!
I feel my cheeks…they are wet…
Wet with tears…tears…
I see my chest…red…
Red with blood…blood…
I feel the eggshells…they hit my head…
Seemingly only on me…on me…
I feel the strings tug me up…
I fall to the floor….
I feel the string on my right arm tug…
My arm lifts…
Marionette…
Marionette…
She lays crumbled on the floor…face in tears,
I don’t know how to help her…
Or if I even want to…
I see the strings…strings…
The strings on her arms and legs…
Marionette…
Her owner above her…his knowing grin…
He tugs at her right arm…
Her arm lifts…
He lifts all four strings and drops her…
She’s helpless…so helpless…
It begins to rain eggshells…
They fall upon her…seemingly only her…
I don’t know how to help her…
Or if I even want to…
He is oblivious of her tears…
They’re silent…
Owners…
They don’t know…don’t know
I begin to feel overwhelming emotion….
I stand there scrutinizing her…
Everyone is watching…everyone knows…
No one helps…no one helps…
Her chest begins to bleed…
Blood pouring…pouring…
She can’t even try to stop the bleeding..
He controls her hands…
He either doesn’t see or doesn’t care…
Doesn’t see…doesn’t care…
Tears still streaming from her eyes…
I feel my chest tighten…
I gather courage and try to run…to run…
I snap back harshly…fall to the floor…
I look at my arms…my legs…
Strings…STRINGS!!!
I feel my cheeks…they are wet…
Wet with tears…tears…
I see my chest…red…
Red with blood…blood…
I feel the eggshells…they hit my head…
Seemingly only on me…on me…
I feel the strings tug me up…
I fall to the floor….
I feel the string on my right arm tug…
My arm lifts…
Marionette…
Marionette…
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