Adjustment Bureau’d

What if there were really an Adjustment Bureau,

Would they be the villain or the hero,

Not giving us really any choice,

Playing with us  as if  we’re toys,

Does that mean our fate is written,

Even Eve when the apple was bitten,

Or can we make it our own way,

A destiny we choose to make,

Or is choice also part of fate,

Decisions chosen not changing ways,

Where everyday is already made,

Each parts a part of a tested grade,

Or is there some form of destiny,

Walking the street of reality,

Are thoughts & actions chosen for thee,

Or made up each second so differently,

One road leads to happy goals,

While the other is a bit more dull,

One strives hard & stays ambitious,

While the other sticks with all the friction,

One so happy even with trials & errors,

The other no change but to be a failure,

If we had no choice in the future,

Would there never be a common suture,

So guess there is no other way,

But to live up every night & day,

Who knows what will happen the next second,

Is there really any heaven,

Or do we get recreated,

Are we just an imitation,

Is there really an “old soul,”

Is there really hot and cold,

Or is it just all make believe,

That were here and that we breathe,

Who knows really what we are,

Who knows what’s beyond the stars,

No one has the realest answer,

For things can be fake even cancer,

Is it just a piece of mind,

Can we one day go back in time?

Maybe one day technology will get too far,

Things may get too hard for all,

Let’s all remember simplicity,

And whatever will be will be,

I’m just thinking this out loud,

For even this is but a thought cloud,

In that thing of technology,

This blog is smaller than a seed,

But this I write just for myself,

I think some thoughts and say it proud,

So where was I going with this,

Adjustment Bureau I laugh at it,

But the movie made me think,

For thoughts are great & none does stink,

I know the movie was more about love,

But the movie made me think about the one above,

For if it all were really true,

That there’s a higher beyond the moon,

For fate can be a sign to do more,

To win big and really score,

The thing is that we have freewill,

So take it beyond & continue the thrill,

We can be anything we want to be,

Imagination’s larger than the sea,

Our minds & hearts are stronger than we know,

For optimism can bring us joy & hope,

So I write because that’s what I wanna do,

So all I can say is maybe my fate is true.

Who knows… The Adjustment Bureau?!


“Another Day, Another Night”

Love is like art,

Sometimes farts, and sometimes art,

It’s passion lives so happily,

In art’s a part of that we weave,

We laugh & smile throughout the days,

Yet come those times we wish to wash away,

And that is love & also life,

This art it is we share called life,

We try & dissect this world of art,

For art is love and sometimes farts,

When things do stink please do not fear,

The stench will leave so you can cheer,

Remember that it’s worth the paint,

For to brush love’s canvas you may fly like saints,

So this i say forget this & that,

Let love be love & love for that,

We all know about the word perfection,

It’s a myth that could not happen,

But if that word may somehow be true,

That’s when i’ll ask advice from God’s homie tom cruise,

But when i talk to tom will he say to me,

“Art is love, life & the art we breathe,”

Or will he say “to be perfect is to be happy,”

For perfect is more like a movie or melody,

For love like art sings high & low,

What sound comes out we don’t always know,

Or will he say “that you must pay,

A debt of stress to be perfect,”

For some love is the hardest art to play,

Some love & art can be a game,

To draw it out might be hard to do,

For it can be hard to express so some bid adieu,

Superior some may think they are,

To some alone they think too far,

Then there are those who cannot love themselves,

For some they care too much about everybody else,

They worry sometimes about feeling unworthy,

And some may say “she’s just faking woe is me”,

But for those let’s share some common advice,

Let go of things that’s small in size,

For worry is not even really that heavy,

Not even close to the worth of less than a penny,

So if you’re paying for worry get another hobby,

Like loving life’s art, and oh yeah love’s free,

It has so much joy & some days turn dark,

But through the trials, we learn from the art,

In which we all live this blessed life…

Another Beautiful Day, Another Beautiful Night


-Marie-Bernadette’s Bored… and wants to be an artist & poet… so now i continue to pursue writing best of luck i hope it hahaha. yes dorks’R’us.

I wanna write… I am a writer.

I keep telling myself……………. Let me rephrase that… I keep asking myself: Am I destined to be a writer? Are we here for a specific reason? Or is it that all we are supposed to know is to live each day happy, to the fullest and blessed without worry of what’s to come tomorrow? Is there such a thing as soulmates? Or has there never been any other couple called soulmates since Adam & Eve prior to before the break up after she ate the apple? Am I “beautiful enough” for me to feel beautiful and confident?! Or does people’s feelings, thoughts, judgments decide how I should feel about myself?….. I also keep asking myself what makes me happy?…………. let me rephrase that again… I keep asking myself what makes us happy?

I’m not quite sure what the answer is to that. Or what the answer is to any questions in the latter.

All I know is I love to think.  I love to feel. I love to know about others. I love to meet strangers. I love to see what others think. I love to wonder what strangers feel. I love to question if others love to know about others. Not just about others in the limelight, or those in powerful positions, or others that are what society defines as beautiful or glamorous, but about others that have nothing in common with one another but the fact that they both breathe. I love different thinking. I love that we don’t have to have the same likes & dislikes.

To love is to be passionate. To be passionate we must be loved. Not only by others. But by ourselves. We must passionately love for passion & love only come to those who think it, feel it and know it.

Why I’m writing this right now?! Who knows. I guess I’m just practicing my writing because “I wanna write…. I am a writer.”