Nine One Sikness Entry 1 Nobody cares about me… God cares… but there are times it seems as if God does not care… I care.. i care about all the earthly creatures/creations… i wish i could stop all the mean things that bully’s say and do. I care about it all… but nomatter how much i care about the world , that does not mean much of anything. right now currently at this moment i am alone… although God is always present.. in the physical … i am alone… my music comforts me , but when i turn it off i once again i realise that i am alone… i dont mind being alone… but then again i am a creature that strives for loyalty, unity, peace, love, respect and all the such. i am alone… no working phone, no internet, no way to contact the next human…. it is 11:30pm… the nieghbors in this apartment complex arent the friendly type to just let another into the warmth of their own family’s shelter no friends no family no money no hope no positive environment… i love staying positive… but i have a problem controlling my anger in the presense of a liar or a bully or a instigator when the instigator continues instigating… what is one suppose to do… Jesus would keep his calm… I am not Jesus… it is very hard for me to keep my calm when harsh words or mean/hateful statements are directed towards me. if i was smart i would leave out the door asap… not to say that i am not a smart person if law enforcement comes through, i already know what to expect… i have no where to go once i step outside the door… i suppose i could catch the light rail to the north area and post on an acquaintances couch… but then again if that acquaintance is not present at his home then i will be stuck walking around all night in that area… i dont mind being alone… i realise that there are many people that claim to be my ‘friends’ but those same folks i sure could use there company and shelter now but its too late at night to expect help… jail would be what many people would recommend but i wish jail upon no man caught up in earthly desires nomatter the crime one smart option would be to sleep in the laundryroom but the more i think about it the more it sounds undesireable i do know that God watches over me even when it does not seem so… a nice warm laundryroom does not sound too bad especially with God’s watchful eye… as much as i would like to renegade away from the negative environment of this apartment… i love my room… i love the feel… i love the look of the room makes my heart feel good… i love how it is like my own office… i love the room and more importantly… i hate the ‘homeless feeling’ i hate leaving home… i hate sleeping in other peoples home because i am not welcomed in my own… i hate the street life… as much as i live it and act like i love it and act like i deal with it so smooth… i dont like the street life… its cold outside… not just the temperature… but the hearts of men and the heart of the streets is cold… the more time i spend renegadin through the sacramento streets… the more cold it makes me… i start to feel as though i am embracing the culture… i start to feel myself getting numb… when i am in the streets … my animal instincts kick in… Survival. the feelings of love and positivity and loyalty and unity dont always work that well in the streets… u have to push those feelings aside because in order to survive in the streets… u have to not give a fuck about shit… how can i give a fuck about the next man when my stomach growls and i am in the same hell hole??? how can i ‘give’ anything when i have nothing to give. … i can give my time, my prayers, my message, my … but … Money… they wnat money… folks need money,… i need money, this country is a money hungry counrty. greed, i want to help in any way i can but i first must help myself… i wanna treat thy neighbor as thyself but my neighbors just want money… ‘hey can u spare any change man?’ i get asked this question four times a day and that is on average… i am tired of seeing all these cruel things happen in my city… i am tired of keeping it all bottled up inside of me… i will write! ive always wrote… lyrics, poems, words, ideas, thoughts… i never wrote in book form because i felt as though i did not know how to do so in a proper way…. but now its different… well its the same… but im different… i am going to write these experiences down on paper, on notepad, on microsoft word, on computer, on blog… i am not just a musician… i am a person pushing for truth, respect, honesty, loyalty… i am going to use the resources i have to take notes on this world… even if there are no readers… at least it will keep me busy… something to reflect back on… if my writing are used against me…??? thats how this world is… even truth and honesty can be used in a negative way… i cried this evening… i still may cry more tonight… i would like to say much love and blessings… i would also like to say i am sorry for the hurt and pain i have caused… i dont like being angry… i just cant understand why anybody would purposely and continuously be a bully/instigator… i feel ashamed of myself after my anger dies down… it turns into more of a ‘damn i should have just walked away from the situation’ its just sad that i would face more jailtime for the way i react then the person committing the instigating… i feel if one is trying to harm me but i react and cause them more harm … im the bad guy??? i just want to be peaceful and i push too much for honesty and loyalty but many of the earths creatures dont think like me… damn…. i will say this … i am sorry… u dont have to accept the apology but i feel it in my heart and in my mind that i am sorry for some of my actions tonight… whats next in this maze??? what curveball will be thrown next??? – Ghost Wednesday January 23rd 2012 12:26am