The Art of Seduction

Lately I've been staying up late watching foreign films, most of them French, and I mentioned one of them to a friend of mine. It's about a young man who has trouble discerning dreams from reality. This man is trying to win the heart of a young woman who lives in the adjacent apartment from him. A man at his work keeps giving him chauvinistic advise to stop being a chicken and just sleep with her. He uses the word "seduce" a few times in the film. I was explaining to my friend how it was slightly difficult to understand which parts of the film were meant to be strange and which parts were odd because of the difference in culture.
A few days later that same friend and I went to the movie theatre. We watched a "psyochosexual thriller" that's portrayed in a very artsy way. One of the main male characters (whom I think was suppose to be French) "seduces" the lead actress, but honestly, it looked more forced than captivating.
After the movie, we talked about how the movie portrayed seduction and my friend asked if that's what I though seduction was. Since I told him about that French film, and since he thought French people were suppose to be the romantic ones, he wondered if seduction actually looked closer to the movie... closer to rape.
Seduction is power without force, confidence without arrogance, and trepidation without fear. I told him that I thought the movies had it all wrong. "Yes," I thought, "seduction is all these things... but not forced."
What do I know though, I'm not French.

Modern Day Dilemma

Time moves on quicker and bogs memories as the fog gets thicker. The constant motion of life and changing plight keeps me on my toes. No one knows what tomorrows bring or when or if our fortune bell will ring. Covers come off in the morning and no day's wasted on the chronic man. I spend a life span working on my ironic plan; work all day to rest and play.

Hidden Song

Your walls are tall and built with brick.
Your defense is strong and words are quick.

I bend, break and pry for your sake.
I hear your croons and tunes you make.

Lured in like a passing sailor,
you capture me like a county jailer.

Your songs don't come from your voice,
rather deeper down when you made a choice.

God gave you a song, your life to live.
When you sing, you belong, your gift to give.

Your voice carries endeavor,
your mind, success to measure.

But you burden yourself with fearing failure of fame
and inflict yourself with undeserved blame.

Open your lips and feel the hardships fade away.

Worship

The quiet music builds. I've forgotten the peace of mind in grace. I lift up my voice as a cry for freedom from the standards and quotas of this world. The atmosphere is radically changed. My soul delights. Water bursts from the everlasting springs to remind me how little I understand. I am humble once again.

Same As Yesterday

I want that secret someone. I want that girl I can't stand to be away. I want to come home to my apartment, take off my shoes, drop the weight of the world and lay next to her. I want to wake up knowing she stayed near me while I dreamt. Her presence alone guards off my fears.

The more I live, the less I see this coming true. It seems every month my hopes get more and more faint. I get close to a girl with optimism of a different outcome and am disappointed with the same.

I want to give up. I feel foolish for expecting something different. I want it to rain. I want the world to go grey and leave me alone in my bed. I want sleep to drown me if I could only close my eyes.

Forget It All

A dry summer breeze rushes between the leaves of a tree rooted in the center of a green waving pasture. Sitting just under the shade, is a single yellow flower growing tall and full. It would seem out of place if it weren't framed so perfectly into its space. Wide open sky soar over head as clusters of clouds float by like billowing masses of ships.

Time creeps by as the shade shifts around with the sun.

Trial and Error

Yes, this is yet another late lonely night. I am awake thinking about the meaning of life, true love, and how to put it into words some new profound way but nothing is coming to me. I am having, what some would call, writers block. 

It's very frustrating. I feel like I have all this pent-up emotion but don't know how to express it. Usually when I'm in this situation I just go straight to honesty. I dig deep inside myself and pull out how I really feel. 

Today, I feel like that dead dog has been beaten to a fine pulp. I'm exhausted at dissecting love and life. I'm drained from typing something a thousand ways and still hover over the delete key because I don't like the way it sounds.

I think the most useful information I got from school was "trial and error". No matter how many books you read, people you talk to, movies or shows you watch, you will never fully understand life or love until you walk out the front door and realize there are a lot of trials and errors.

There's no shame in learning what not to do, so long as you learn. Learning doesn't happen from failure itself but rather from analyzing the failure, making a change, and then trying again.