GREYLED

With this weathered hand I will bring forth tomorrow and forge the destiny of those I create.
The lead from my pencil will shape their world past and present and lay the foundations for their future.
My imagination is a gateway.
My temperament unpredictable.

I have unlimited control as I am the creator.
I am the beginning, the middle, and the end.
I am Greyled….

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JW"S TOP 10 OLD SCHOOL RULES

 As Seen On Facebook.

JW’S cool old school rules~ Rule Number 10,

 Go out of your way to visit your family on Christmas. Don't avoid a dinner coz there might be someone there you might not want to see.  It's once a year so if you're in that situation - bury the fucking hatchet and go and enjoy Christmas. It's too far, I'm too tired, Fuel's too dear, and I have to work tomorrow, bla bla bla.... Refer to old school rule number 8.

JW’S cool old school rules~ Rule number 9,
You don't know what you've got till you've lost it.

Always thank your wife for the things she does, even the little things.

JW’S cool old school rules~ Rule number 8,
Excuses are for losers!
Don't make em. If you fucked up, face it, admit it, and get on with it.

JW'S cool old school rules~ Rule number 7,
Don’t wait for special occasions to buy your special lady flowers. 

Buy them randomly. Flowers are like love lubrication, like oil for an engine.

JW’S cool old school rules~ Rule number 6,

Play with fire you get burnt.

Simple but effective!

JW’S cool old school rules~ Rule number 5, and one of the most important!
NEVER... EVER HIT A WOMAN... if she's gone feral and is been a real fucking handful restrain her until she settles. If she's too tuff to restrain then you shouldn't try hit her anyway coz she will probarly kick your ass.

JW”S cool old school rules~ Rule number 4,

One word...

Compromise!

JW’S cool old school rules~ Rule number 3,

Don’t lie to your wife or girlfriend! If you lie to impress, lie to cover up, or lie just coz you’re a fucking liar; she will not really know who you are. Liars always get caught up to and once she figures you out she might not like you anymore. So save yourself the time by pulling all the skeletons out of the closet. If you still get along and love each other after that, then that’s what I call old school and cool!

JW’S cool old school rules~ Rule number 2,

I often open and close the car door for my beautiful wife.  It’s old school and cool!  I know she likes it - but I wonder if she gets as much satisfaction from having it done for her, as I do from doing it for her? I especially like to do it when she’s down town or has friends around, coz my girl is special and she deserves it. Major old school and cool!

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JW’S cool old school rules~ Rule number 1, The big one!

Do unto others as you would do unto yourself.

This is a good rule... unless you’re into self mutilation and shit like that!Top of Form

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STAY

When some men speak their words just fall away on the breeze.  Who knows why?  Could have been the time, could have been the place... could just as easily have been what was said.   But not me...  No.  My words are here to stay.  JWG

Echoes

Now she is gone I will have to do it all myself.  No more sharing a morning cup of tea with her, no more of her smile, no more warmth in the bed beside me.  I just don’t know how I will cope, --- I really don’t.

It was the night after her funeral that I arrived home alone for the first time.  I had stayed away at my daughters since she passed; a place busy with children and the likes of thirty something problems and anecdotes, not like the ones I have faced of late or now for that matter, and my grandchildren, well they are in an age that’s cleared the evening streets of laughter and filled bedrooms with complex gadgetry that only young minds can understand.

The ones who have visited of late, with their crock pot meals and sympathetic smiles, they feel it the moment they cross my threshold, the emptiness--- my house stale like a hollowed out carcass.  And now when I speak the rooms echo, --- oddly I don’t recall such an effect when she was here, her flesh seemed to absorb and soothe my every curse and cusp.   

In the evening as I rest in my old lounge chair there are times I hear her busy, but as I wake half drunken from my slumber there’s nothing but silence.  Oh how I miss her voice, her smell upon the air...  How I miss her.

  

In The End What Are We?

ASHES TO ASHES DUST TO DUST

In the end what are we?

I've always had a feeling, a yearning to be someone special, someone with a name that lives on.

Does everyone feel this way?

Well I would prefer to have tried and failed than to have not tried at all.   

Look at the famous people now leaving us. How did they become who they are? Did it seem as impossible to them as it does to others? Was it easier in the past to be someone who invents something, someone who strikes it rich, or someone who becomes famous?
  
It seems to me that becoming someone special in the past, would have been much easier than it would be today, considering the extreme lengths and skills that are now required to be the best in a chosen field.   

But are we not ALL special.

Click on the link below to see what sparks these words within me?          http://www.metacafe.com/watch/2341604/johnny_cash_hurt/   Watching the clip with this song moved me. Within it is a message, a question, and a confronting answer.

As Johnny sings you can tell he feels every word. It’s as if his soul itself is revealed, and the answer to the question he asks, is to him heart breaking. A great man knows he is running out of tomorrows and what has he become? Nothing but another old man that will die, just a memory that will fade away, an empire of dirt, swallowed up by the world and by us. 

Us the future.

In the end we are nothing but memories. Memories in the minds of others that will also become nothing.  

Within me I feel me. 

When I die my body will perish. But for some reason I feel I will still be. I don’t know where or why, or how long for, but that little flame that burns within me just can’t be put out. To think that it would go out makes me worry, and makes me sad. 

I'm not religious. I don't attend church or read the bible. I don't worship anyone. But for some reason I have faith. Faith that the morals and basic rules of life that I follow will let my little flame live on. I try to stick to the 10 commandments but at times temptation prevails. I bury thoughts deeply that I ought not share.  Doesn't everyone? 

I was watching a show about the war in Iraq and began discussing it with my children. They had already formed the opinion that we should just blow the whole place up. I asked them what they would do if someone came into our town, our home, and murdered or hurt one of our family members. 

They said they would get them back. 

So an uneducated child from age 5 to 12, can share a similar perspective to so called educated adults. Adults that carry out irreversible actions regularly, from revenge and from instinct.   

As hard as it may be the people affected by war need to forgive and move on. Easy said. I don't know if I could but to hold on to the anger and seek revenge makes more suffer. The war is fueled by revenge, anger, loss, greed, hatred and sin. Those affected become wrapped up in their own horrific situations and this I understand. But I wonder if you asked them if they would let it all go to see the pain stop, if they would or not? Is hate and revenge, more powerful than love and compassion? 

To me war is a machine, a machine driven by evil, a machine that will run us down and stop just long enough to reverse over us. Then like us, it will blindly continue on consuming, until it has nothing...  

I wrote this in early 2010 after listening to the Nine Inch Nails song titled -Hurt-, performed by Johnny Cash.  I suggest you take a moment to listen to it and take a moment to reflect. I look forward to reading this in ten to twenty years to see if I still feel the same.                                                           
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NONSENSE

A mind-numbing scream followed by deafening silence

An echo across a mist covered lake

The calm before the storm

A serene view challenges the blinds senses to see

Warmth within an empty bed

A page missing from a book

Ideas spawned within an empty mind

Light from the dark side of the moon

A ringing bell to signal the final day

A town crier lost for words

Chaos hidden within order

Like ants we follow the black stains we lay upon our planet

Our Innocence lost upon our birth

Art is created from the perspiration of our feelings

Bliss found within being comfortably numb

Is the destruction below the mushroom cloud our best defence?

Or like this poem and our worldly actions, it all seems to make

NO SENSE

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WISH LIST

Last night I saw a shooting star, a dim light falling from afar.

I wished for;

Good health for my family

A nice house and a fast car  

To travel the world and surf waves from afar

To have lots of money and be happy each day

To publish my novel and have the next on the way

As the star was falling these things went through my head but when I refocused it was gone it was dead!

Do you think this way?  - or am I greedy, greedy I say, a beautiful glowing star dimmed and died today.

We all say to wish upon a star, as we see it falling from afar.

We see the star as it fades and dies, yet when we watch nobody cries, we just watch as it falls as it falls from afar, my question to you;

What about the star?

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