INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

We’re just two familiar strangers, With a distant love, there’s always a present danger And they say that distance makes the heart grow fonder, But I’m not trying to keep you away any longer. Friendly text messages and phone calls just won’t cut it, If you could be inside of my mind when I’m playing “what if” Like what if you hopped on a plane late in the night, And I could wake up to your smile in the morning light. Or What If I showed up at your door right out of the blue, And I opened up the doors, to my brand new spaceship coupe. What if we hopped inside and we took off to the moon, What if I’m saying this too late, what if I’m saying this too soon? What if its infatuation and eventually it fades What if we only have this moment and we keep throwing away our days What if I stop with the what’s if and the worries and the fears, All we have is today, and that day we have is here. But how could I be there, when I’m alwa...

            We’ve all been there; you meet this amazing girl, she’s smart, funny, beautiful, I mean she’s just amazing, and you guys really hit it off. So what’s the problem? Oh that’s right…you live 3,000 miles apart. With modern technology making it possible to meet people over a multitude of social platforms, you don’t need to book a flight to have a conversation with someone in a different country as you. Travel is at the click of a mouse. Problem is, that a virtual relationship, no matter how great, can never be as great as a physical relationship. Because while you are sending her sweet messages, there’s a few “wolves” at the bar, waiting to prey on your precious sweet heart. So the question then becomes, how do you stand out, when you can’t stand by her? ·        Communication: Conquering long distance cannot be done without good and consistent communication. You need to have a mean talk ...

Seen a mother in the park, she’s playing with her son So many in the world, I wonder if he’s the one… I would gladly spend my life, just looking for the Neo Let me consult Oracle, looking for our hero. Just to be a part of the trinity, Teach him how to him fly, defeat all his enemies Put him through the courses; tell him to be cautious, Believe in yourself, and use all your forces. You know where the source is, head to the light And everything that’s wrong you can make right. Welcome to your life, now you really living, A child is reborn, new breath has been given. Is it hope, is it faith, or is it religion What makes us to believe that it can ever be different? This is my position, and this is where I stand City of Zion , last of the holy land. In a world of no heroes, and I think I know why, You see the hero never lives, the hero gotta die… And on the road to death, is hate and persecution, You get spit on and stoned on your way to execution ...

3 Ways To Turn Your Crib Into A Respectable Home Post on February 20, 2013 by Brolog tagged:  advice ,  Brolog ,  brolog truth ,  dating ,  Gentlemen ,  getting laid ,  men and women , pick-up ,  relationship ,  sex ,  The Brolog I was out Saturday night with a good friend of mine, we passed by some college-aged guys and over heard one of them say, “We gotta get some girls back to the crib”. I laughed inside as I watched them walk away.  Their comment was ridiculous for two reasons:  1)  they were wearing those ridiculous skinny jeans that sag in the back, and  2)  I used to be just like them.  It reminded me of my college days and my old apartment with my roommate. This came to mind while looking at some old photographs from my college days. Boys have cribs; men have homes.  There comes a time when every Bro needs to grow up. Here are 3 top tips to help you turn your crib into a respectable ...

Happy Freaking Valentine’s Day Red roses, heart-shaped chocolate, loving cards, diamonds, and the list goes on forever. What is with Valentine’s Day? Seriously. I for one believe it is one of the most commercialized holidays created by a conglomerate of several massive corporations. Hallmark, Hershey, and diamond importers are a few of the suspects. That’s right; I’m on to your scam ladies. Unfortunately I have not found a successful way to avoid this dreaded love day. I have attempted many excuses, as I am sure my fellow colleagues have as well. “I don’t need a holiday to show you how much I love you baby”. “I show you how much I love you 365 days out the year dear”. Valentine’s is a commercial holiday and the media has brainwashed you into thinking that we should spend money on meaningless material goods to prove our love”. That last one didn’t go over so well. The most disgusting part of Valentine’s Day is the denial by women that it’s not about the money. You know, the...

They say good things come to those who wait, But I swear I been waiting the longest, Life is a workout, and I stay lifting weights But I’m still not feeling the strongest I cried a river, now I’m drowning in the world Had my heart on a sleeve, and gave my sleeves to a girl We break up to make up, wake up, no make- up, Say hello to the real you, As I go deep inside, exploring your eyes Baby girl now I feel you. What good is love, if it only precedes hate, It’s all just a drug, and you never rehabilitate And it’s funny, when I’m at my worse, My words are the best, the gift and the curse. So here you go world, take it or leave it Here’s my heart girl, take it if you need it, You already got my rib Eve, so what else could you need. I smoke you in until my lungs bleed I would run to your love with the sun’s speed But eventually the sun sets Tell me love are we done yet, Cause you go down , then come back up Let’s move on, no let’s back ...

When it hits, it just hits, it’s usually unexpected. You work so hard to keep your heart protected. Building up walls, having gates erected. All of this due to the times you were neglected. Past failed times, where your love was rejected Love is a drug and the needle you’ve injected, The fear and the doubt of never being accepted Haunted by the times when you felt disrespected Cupid’s arrow always seems to be misdirected I guess in that case, the end should be expected Tears flowing from your eyes as your pain gets ejected Love is a skill that can never be perfected