Also, if you peeps want to watch something that has the potential to blow up in one of the biggest specs in history of our generation... keep an eye on Venezuela and their newly elected President, Hugo Chavez. Their congress and the people have, in essence, given him full power of the country for the next 18 months, allowing him to create, reform, and/or eliminate any and all laws governing over the judicial, economic, militaristic, etc systems.
He has openly said that he is taking the country into Socialist style of governing. If you read about it, I hate to compare anyone to the Nazi's, but it sounds like the rise of Hitler. Not that Chavez is bad (nor does he have anything against any race, religion, etc except the U.S., mostly Pres. Bush), but a struggling country elects a shining new Official who promises to take the nation to new heights, changes nearly the entire government instills a sense of national pride, focuses alot of the peoples anger onto one source (aka U.S.A.), and so on. People are lined up at the embassies to get passports and readying themselves to leave the country should the worse come to pass. He's already refused to renew an agreement for, I believe, is our only Air Force Base down in South America in 2009, which would be a huge blow to America's anti-drug enforcement.
And what, do you I hear you ask, does this really matter in the big scheme of things? How will it affect me? Well, Venezuela does provide a nice lil chunk of our oil, I believe about 2 billion (not for sure though, but close) barrels worth. If you can remember when there was an oil strike from them not so long ago, how high the gas prices surged. Think if they cut us off completely? We would survive no doubt, but an uprecedented blow like that would hurt.
Even though we supply them with a large amount of their income, their sudden boost in their money supply (70% higher than last year, insane) I would think offers the possiblity that in not too long, they could become self sufficient, especially the way Hugo is spending it. People are able to afford their own cars, businesses now have better access to utilities, so much money is being invested to bring up their education, health services, transportation networks, etc. That plus the Nationalism Mr. Chavez has instilled in the country, may not be long before the U.S. is seeing a slim cut of some of their exports and Venezuela find new import partners. While we provide about 30% of imports, they are making new allies all over. From Castro (long time friend of Chavez I believe), to their neighboring countries, to other socialist nations.
It might be nothing more than a lot of hot air, but it might also be an ominous sign of things to come.
Anyway... Happy Friday!
poetryto forget the thoughts that you link...
but within all of the talk of small...
I think of you, and I ball...
I miss the times you smile...
I think all of your rile...
Your wickedness when your hot...
the silence of when I'm not...
You filled a gap within my soul...
one that I thought could never be whole...
It has turned my world upside down...
Ripped the jewels from my crown...
I sit on the side of a street...
watch the people pass without a peep...
And leu I can't think of any other than you...
I stumble through the dark only for you...
For days my life has been shambles...
my life is nothing close to ample...
I don't know if my choice was right...
all I know is I feel like shite...
I've worn a frown...
but never so down...
I felt like walking off a roof...
to rid the feeling of bieng aloof.
I felt like walking in front of a truck...
down by 4th and C in front of the Pawn Shop...
My heads torn itself through and through...
I could care less of anything but you...
Though its my third strike, low and to the left...
I know you shouldn't forgive, probably for the best...
I want to call you, but I fear the answer...
For I don't want to know, even if your sure...
If you take me into your arms...
I don't know if I'll cause the same alarm...
But if you refuse me once and for all...
I may never recover from this fall...
I am the worst situation that you could come across...
I am nothing more than a soul, ever so lost...
I would only bring you down...
and make you feel so wronged...
I don't know what it is I feel...
It makes me miss every meal...
It probably twists the way you feel...
I am sorry, I don't know why...
I never mean to ever lie...
But all I ever do know is think of you and sigh...
I am totally a mess...
poetryTrying to clear the pain away
Your memory is just a step behind
its all I can do to not start to pray.
The sound of my feet falling doesn't help,
I drift back in to the days of us
Of how wonderful your warmth felt,
of how I could never get enough.
The night begins to grow dark,
I can't remember why I ended it,
As the street lights start to spark,
my footing begins to slip.
Sprawled on the wet pavement,
my blood run like a river,
but my thoughts don't relent,
your memory makes me quiver.
I feel that no pain is enough,
for the mistake I have made,
I get up and dust myself off,
I'll never be able to let you fade.
The city never seems to end,
my muscles never seem to fatigue,
as my mind will slowly rend,
at the haunting memory of your intrigue.
Super Bowl Sunday... the Bears have finally made it. Here I am, a long time fan since I was born. Only time I watch football is if the Bears are on, and here I sit, mind slowly sinking back into itself wondering "How the hell did I end up here? What is with me? Is there some all omnipotent answer here that I might just be missing? Or am I just having a bad week?" and all those other million dollar questions that love to blindside you like a brick on an idle Sunday morning.
I've been traveling the U.S. and made a few stops in other countries as well for the last couple of years, only now to end up in a small town in northern California, at least 100 miles away from another sort of civilization. All I've got to my name now is a bag of clothes with a few uniforms, a box full of books and gadgets, and the maddening feeling of how its never enough always one step behind me. Seemed like a romantic lifestyle in the beginning, but never ever felt like it. Just a lot of disappointments and uncertainty.
What really brought it on was I thought I had finally found a girl that might be it. We had fun, it was great, but slowly and sure enough, those doors into the closets slowly opened and we began revealing who we really were. Needless to say, it became a bummer. Though she was still madly in love with me, I just couldn't even muster the want to pretend to love her back. Heh, not sure if that is even a sentance, but it'll have to do for now.
Of course, in the end, I probably ripped her heart out. Hurts me just the same; no one needs ever to feel that way, let alone by my hand. Don't get me wrong, she was a great person aside from all the little peculiar things (which we've all got), but she just wasn't the one for me. Or so I thought.
Thats when doubt veered it's head at me and sneered, relishing in the delight that I was about to torture myself mentally for the next week wondering, "What if that was it?". What if she was the one, she was as good as it was going to get for finding my significant other? I never know, seems like every gal I've run across falls head over heels for me (pompous sounding I know, I'm just a nice guy though! That its! No Brad Pitt or who ever else would be a Prince Charming!), but I can never muster the same feelings in return.
I like to drink, I like to meet new people, see new places, and try new things. In the end I realize, the resulting culmintation is that I can't be a dependable nor stable when its comes to plans. "Here today, gone tomorrow." sort of thing. Maybe thats just my fate, we've supposedly all have one right? All I do know is that I've one hell of an honest streak.
Oh yeah... go Bears.
