Post by Mr. Hendrickson™ on Aug 1, 2005 14:46:40 GMT -5
Forget the darkness that has taken you by force. The night will end as will all who are encased by it. Live with the inner light that you possess and leave the unknown just that, unknown. The concrete rose, the one living thing that has lasted through the many hardships. Through the times of the drought and the blazing sun. The one perfect thing in a not so perfect world. Leave the rose for all to see. Leave perfection behind, let it shine through the dust, the darkness, the imperfections. The concrete rose means strength, willingness, and the brazen attitude that most of us doesn’t possess.
I have seen none of this. I haven’t seen this concrete rose. But I have been this rose, This light of strength. I don’t believe that I am this rose, but I believe in its power. To me the rose symbolizes honor, truth, disdain, strength and attitude. Attitude you may ask and I tell you this because it has to have attitude to shine through what it has endured. It has to show attitude to show that it is full of strength and the willingness to fight through all the hardships.
Many people say that the rose in itself has many imperfections itself. I also believe this assumption of the concrete rose. I believe everything has imperfections no matter how perfect it may look. You have your flaws and so does the rose. I may not be perfect but if I do believe I am perfect am I truly perfect or blind to my imperfections? If the rose doesn’t hold strong and break through the concrete is it not perfect? Or has it tried enough to break through to be perfect enough? Not that the rose cares if it has to be the main attraction in the less than dull world around. But does the rose really need to care? Does it have to worry that its perfection as it may seem brings hope to those around it?
The rose as it breaks through the concrete embodies so much power, so much want to succeed, so much dignity.
The concrete rose: Power where power is powerless
The concrete rose: Perfection in a imperfect world
The concrete rose: Shines through the most difficult of circumstances even though the rest of the world has given up on it.
-_+_-
Do you believe in yourself? Do you believe that you are a good person inside? Good enough to shine through the hardships that you have to endure? Do you feel proud about yourself? Do you smile although you should not smile? Do you forgive those who maybe shouldn’t be forgiven?
If you are like this you can be the concrete rose.
concrete rose
I have been told to think about all the harm that I have placed inside the minds of those who were in my way. The two people that meant more to me than my own life. I don’t know what to think about. I don’t know whether or not to blame all the pain on myself or actually break it down and place blame on all who deserve it. But I believe I am more to blame then those who I placed hate inside. My erratic behavior, my senseless act of violence, my inability to actually assess the situation has put the blame fully in my corner at the moment.
But am I really to fully blame for my outbursts? Am I fully to blame on the circumstances that arose that one night? No, No, No, No I am not. I was pushed into a corner. I was stricken by the snake bite called love. I was so in love with this person that my perception of what I was doing was blinded. Love is blind, no I know what that means. I was too wrapped up in her that I lost sight of what harm I was doing to those around me and to her herself. I was spitting my lies, my hate, my dishonesty for her at her for all those years. But I was also receiving the treatment time to time and this fueled me even more. But this has no justification in the actions I partook in. This didn’t cause me to lash out on someone who ultimately was protecting the two people I love most from the monster. The monster that was me. The two-faced unbeliever of the actual love that she possessed for me in the early years. She loved me more than I actually believed. I pushed her into a corner and she did what she was told to do and that was to lash out or to leave. She left, numerous times and I thought it was demeaning to me but she did what was right for the time and situation.
She did what was best for her and my princess. She went to the castle on the higher ground behind what she thought was a knight. This knight was no knight to me but a dragon who needed to be cut down to size. I went to his castle and try to take my princess and my queen back, I did what I never thought I would do. I did something that was against what I truly believe in, the blindness of the situation took hold and blinded me for a shear moment. This moment was long enough to do the dead. To slay the dragon as I sought him to be. The darkness, the blindness or what have you, the momentary lapse of time itself cause great pain. The type of pain my grandmother told me never to bestow onto others. The one thing that I, up to this time, had never witnessed or done myself. I broke my own moral code. I broke my own trust and I paid for it.
I brought fear and I brought pain into the life of a family who liked me at one time. A family who showed me just enough love to help the hard days pass. A family who bred a wonderful woman, a wonderful mother, and a glorious lover.
concrete rose
I wonder if I do need to be justified in my actions. I wonder if an apology will actually release the hate inside me for myself and for the “dragon”. But wait there is more to this story.
I lost my Princess. I lost my castle, I lost everything because of this situation. Do I really deserve to lose all of this? Do I really deserve to be watched by a king of another kingdom? I believe not. I am not a social virus, I am not a menace to the society that surrounds me. But this “dragon” this “king” believes otherwise. They think I am this person that I am not. They make me sound like this person who I was for a moment in time. A shear fraction of a moment. I am not this man who they make me to be. I am not this person who needs to be watched and to obey another person. I deserve a chance to prove myself. I deserve much more than I have now.
I am broken, I am not the concrete rose I once was but a shadow of the concrete rose I once was. I am broken but I will not be forgotten. This concrete rose will rise through the adversity and will become the strength that holds the world around it up.
I have seen none of this. I haven’t seen this concrete rose. But I have been this rose, This light of strength. I don’t believe that I am this rose, but I believe in its power. To me the rose symbolizes honor, truth, disdain, strength and attitude. Attitude you may ask and I tell you this because it has to have attitude to shine through what it has endured. It has to show attitude to show that it is full of strength and the willingness to fight through all the hardships.
Many people say that the rose in itself has many imperfections itself. I also believe this assumption of the concrete rose. I believe everything has imperfections no matter how perfect it may look. You have your flaws and so does the rose. I may not be perfect but if I do believe I am perfect am I truly perfect or blind to my imperfections? If the rose doesn’t hold strong and break through the concrete is it not perfect? Or has it tried enough to break through to be perfect enough? Not that the rose cares if it has to be the main attraction in the less than dull world around. But does the rose really need to care? Does it have to worry that its perfection as it may seem brings hope to those around it?
The rose as it breaks through the concrete embodies so much power, so much want to succeed, so much dignity.
The concrete rose: Power where power is powerless
The concrete rose: Perfection in a imperfect world
The concrete rose: Shines through the most difficult of circumstances even though the rest of the world has given up on it.
-_+_-
Do you believe in yourself? Do you believe that you are a good person inside? Good enough to shine through the hardships that you have to endure? Do you feel proud about yourself? Do you smile although you should not smile? Do you forgive those who maybe shouldn’t be forgiven?
If you are like this you can be the concrete rose.
concrete rose
I have been told to think about all the harm that I have placed inside the minds of those who were in my way. The two people that meant more to me than my own life. I don’t know what to think about. I don’t know whether or not to blame all the pain on myself or actually break it down and place blame on all who deserve it. But I believe I am more to blame then those who I placed hate inside. My erratic behavior, my senseless act of violence, my inability to actually assess the situation has put the blame fully in my corner at the moment.
But am I really to fully blame for my outbursts? Am I fully to blame on the circumstances that arose that one night? No, No, No, No I am not. I was pushed into a corner. I was stricken by the snake bite called love. I was so in love with this person that my perception of what I was doing was blinded. Love is blind, no I know what that means. I was too wrapped up in her that I lost sight of what harm I was doing to those around me and to her herself. I was spitting my lies, my hate, my dishonesty for her at her for all those years. But I was also receiving the treatment time to time and this fueled me even more. But this has no justification in the actions I partook in. This didn’t cause me to lash out on someone who ultimately was protecting the two people I love most from the monster. The monster that was me. The two-faced unbeliever of the actual love that she possessed for me in the early years. She loved me more than I actually believed. I pushed her into a corner and she did what she was told to do and that was to lash out or to leave. She left, numerous times and I thought it was demeaning to me but she did what was right for the time and situation.
She did what was best for her and my princess. She went to the castle on the higher ground behind what she thought was a knight. This knight was no knight to me but a dragon who needed to be cut down to size. I went to his castle and try to take my princess and my queen back, I did what I never thought I would do. I did something that was against what I truly believe in, the blindness of the situation took hold and blinded me for a shear moment. This moment was long enough to do the dead. To slay the dragon as I sought him to be. The darkness, the blindness or what have you, the momentary lapse of time itself cause great pain. The type of pain my grandmother told me never to bestow onto others. The one thing that I, up to this time, had never witnessed or done myself. I broke my own moral code. I broke my own trust and I paid for it.
I brought fear and I brought pain into the life of a family who liked me at one time. A family who showed me just enough love to help the hard days pass. A family who bred a wonderful woman, a wonderful mother, and a glorious lover.
concrete rose
I wonder if I do need to be justified in my actions. I wonder if an apology will actually release the hate inside me for myself and for the “dragon”. But wait there is more to this story.
I lost my Princess. I lost my castle, I lost everything because of this situation. Do I really deserve to lose all of this? Do I really deserve to be watched by a king of another kingdom? I believe not. I am not a social virus, I am not a menace to the society that surrounds me. But this “dragon” this “king” believes otherwise. They think I am this person that I am not. They make me sound like this person who I was for a moment in time. A shear fraction of a moment. I am not this man who they make me to be. I am not this person who needs to be watched and to obey another person. I deserve a chance to prove myself. I deserve much more than I have now.
I am broken, I am not the concrete rose I once was but a shadow of the concrete rose I once was. I am broken but I will not be forgotten. This concrete rose will rise through the adversity and will become the strength that holds the world around it up.