Respect for the dead....

my family lacks that tact.

i received a phone call this evening telling me that my great aunt died. I did not know this woman from eve, but i do have some fond memories of laughter and love of her. i am not shaken or am i grief filled, but what i am is pissed. My family acts as those we are the outcasts, as in my mother, my brother, and me.

we are not part of "their" family because we are non-religious or because we didn't fit the "Conway" mode or whatever they fucking excuse is, they don't like us.  For those of you who know me best, know how i feel about people who don't like me. I be me even more just to piss them off.

I am Christopher G. Marohn, I hide from no one, i have respect to everyone who has earned it, i will not be quiet and i do not lie. I am a man, i will stand for what i know and fright for what is right.

The tree of liberty needs to be refreshed from time to time with the blood of tyrants and patriots. I believe that the family tree needs to be refreshed from time to time with the lessons of the dead and the living, that we learn from the gap we put it no our own lives, from what we want our family to be and what our family really is.

 

 

when it rains it poors

i just don't understand life, nor as i try to find my way i see that i am more and more lot than i thought i was.  But we come to then intersection. where i have a lot going for me, and i still bitch about the things that i don't have.  but now what do i have to bitch about. i am working on the girl, could be noice could be crazy. i have the job and i am about to have the law school..whats left for me.

life and life alone..

we will see you on the flip side

the drama that fuels the stamina that rules the the faces that fool me into places that i don't want occupy. but when i try to deny all the lies that hold my truths, i find that my world is nothing more than a dream in a hope of a lie that would be true if i actully could prove that i am not the one to loose but gain from the rain that storms my pain and strife. trying to find this notion that is a life and maybe a wife.

with the rules that i have broken by me justifying my own lies in believing that truth l

eh...this is how i fell..

the drama that fuels the stamina that rules the the faces that fool me into places that i don't want occupy. but when i try to deny all the lies that hold my truths, i find that my world is nothing more than a dream in a hope of a lie that would be true if i actully could prove that i am not the one to loose but gain from the rain that storms my pain and strife. trying to find this notion that is a life and maybe a wife.

with the rules that i have broken by me justifying my own lies in believing that truth lye in all the time spent wanting, wasting, welding an image of a life that i could not obtain from the phasade of me and the socially constructed me.

how i roll

but in truth this time of where and rhyeme i don't drop a dime on my kind, but reserve the favor to suit my daily flavor and to make everyone savor the freedom that provided with by undivided spoken speachs that so reach us, through words that are preached to us to teach us that the way can be shown this day by a man who knows that he can survive the rest and make his service the best to reclaim the treasure chest that is his own life

off the top of my head

friendship.....

what you would do for your friends?

you can talk all you want, but when you are your witts end with everything, espically your friend

it is the days that we see in her eyes, it is the nights that we spent in her heart and it is the years we loose in their soul.