Golden Hearts on the Black Market

I know no one will ever read my blog, but in hope that someone will find this by mistake and maybe care enough to read it, I'm going to continue.

Lately I've been writing quite a bit of my thoughts in hopes of making them into some new songs. Here's some of the newest material I've been throwing around. keep in mind at this time it's just a bunch of random thoughts oh the subject of having a "heart of gold". (No real order, just mixed thoughts)
I've been told I'm blessed with a heart of gold. of course there's always a downside to everything... The downside of a golden heart is that it's quite a rarity [and thus extremely valuable] nowadays. The owner is usually tricked and lead on pretty easily (the curse of the golden heart) and in the blink of an eye that this once very sought after piece has been stolen. it sucks because if you let down your guard for too long (which can be even a split second's time) it's goen and the only thing left is a heart shaped void. A stolen heart (as well as a broken heart which is also quite a common thing when you are the owner a golden heart) is sadly usually the beginning of a long period of suffering, which when even the most physically, mentally, and emotionally fit are presented with this maze of suffering, there is not much chance of surviving...much less recovering the remains if the once sacred, precious, and priceless artifact. (Usually when a heart of gold is stolen, it usually breaks down and deteriorates after even a brief separation from the owner. When it becomes a reality that the owner an piece might nevr be re-united, it will begin to shut down and lose it's golden qualities. If one does happen to make it through that maze of suffering successfully and never giving up, the toll taken from the journey is enough to cripple even the mightiest and most methodical of warriors. If one is to successfully finish the maze in a timely manner, they must still face a strenuous test ahead. The test is to see how much dust and fragments they can pick up and glue back together before they give up and realize that it'll never fully be healed.
Is a heart of gold still truly a blessin?...is it a curse?..Could it be a mixture of both?
you try to keep your guard up around that magnificent specimen encased in your chest, but thieves come in all shapes, sizes, races, species and and any other forms found in life.
So no matter who you let in to share the warmth it gives off and bask in the awe of this "gift", you must keep the safety off, you finger on the trigger, that form in your sights, and be weary of EVERYONE.
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Needless to say, it'll be a long process making that into a song or poem. I'll try to share my progress (if any) in future posts.
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I'll end with a [somewhat lengthy] quote from my favorite movie of all time:

"When you're dealing with a store like this, they're insured up the ass. They're not supposed to give you any resistance whatsoever. If you get a customer, or an employee, who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in. Everybody jumps. He falls down screaming, blood squirts out of his nose, nobody says fucking shit after that. You might get some bitch talk shit to you, but give her a look like you're gonna smash her in the face next, watch her shut the fuck up. Now if it's a manager, that's a different story. Managers know better than to fuck around, so if you get one that's giving you static, he probably thinks he's a real cowboy, so you gotta break that son of a bitch in two. If you wanna know something and he won't tell you, cut off one of his fingers. The little one. Then tell him his thumb's next. After that he'll tell you if he wears ladies underwear. I'm hungry. Let's get a taco." - Mr. White (Harvey Keitel's character in Reservoir Dogs)