Reblogged from sings of freedom

What is stopping you?

Wisem: What is stopping you? My dear friend, what is preventing you from realizing your dreams?
Is it your laziness? Is it a giant holding you from the scruff of your neck? is there a massive boulder blocking your your path? What in this world is stopping you?

You have great dreams, lofty desires, you eye those beautiful intelligent classy women, you close your eyes to the engine of your future cars, phone calls from your top executives, leaders of nations, tell me, what is stopping you?

You dream of world peace, yet here you are doing nothing. You cant wait to see very child fed, every war resolved, every body content, what is stopping you form achieving that?

You dream of making people laugh, consoling the the distraught, healing the sick, what is stopping you?

You dream and dream and dream, and dream. What is preventing your from grasping them.

Oboy: I, don’t know.


The girl with no home

I saw a homeless girl today,
I nearly cried tears, conflicted.
Was I concerned by her detrimental state that poverty had afflicted?
Her bronze nails shone against her dark skin that she was gifted,
As she huddled hugged her self on the ground next to the sliding doors in the dark night, the light rain gently biting her jacket,

Was I overcome with emotion that she could have been I, our fates twisted?
These foundations of guilty gratitude of mine will be forever unwavering.

There she was, prowling through the night with no roof over her head. Wondering where tomorrow leads to and what she is going to eat next, as strangers walking past her marinated her with synonymous looks of dis-interest and wariness, not sharing her world.

What is going through her mind?

Father, has thou forsaken me, they told me you were merciful, I strayed and strayed and strayed from the path but they said your understanding was immortal, now I lie here discarded like this rain falling from these dark skies…

What did she do Monday and Tuesday? Did she have a nice warm shower since last Wednesday?

My guilt ridden heart walks by, past her universe, past her dimmed stars, past her doused sun, but my mind lingers…


i don’t where She came from,
i use to think She was god,
She would later explain.
She told me god wasn’t a baby,
when i used to think he was.
i learned that She carried me for nine months,
i saw Her cry when i was sick,
i cry when i think of a world without Her,
i don’t know who She is..
i don’t know why She is….
this love, it weighs too much…


She smiled.

She smiled at me,

Parted those luscious lips wide,

Her teeth all in perfect rows and columns,

It was so beautiful,

As if I was important.

My Heart quickened ten fold,

I floated a few feet,

I forgot how to breathe,

All in one single second,

I returned a less impressive one,

and then came the most frightening thought.

what if…

I made her feel the same?



Glengary Ross

Alec Baldwin: Let me have your attention for a moment. ‘Cause you’re talkin’ about what…you’re talkin’ ‘bout…bitchin’ about that sale you shot, some son of a bitch don’t want to buy land, somebody don’t want what you’re selling, some broad you’re trying to screw, so forth, let’s talk about something important. Are they all here?

Kevin Spacey: All but one.

Baldwin: Well, I’m going anyway. Let’s talk about something important. (sees Lemmon pouring coffee). Put that coffee down. Coffee’s for closer’s only. You think I’m fuckin’ with you? I am not fuckin’ with you. I’m here from downtown. I’m here from Mitch and Murray. And I’m here on a mission of mercy. Your name’s Levine?

Jack Lemmon: Yeah.
Baldwin: You call yourself a salesman, you son of a bitch.

Ed Harris: I don’t gotta listen to this shit.

Baldwin: You certainly don’t pal ‘cause the good news is you’re fired. The bad news is you got all you got, just one week to regain your job, starting with tonight, starting with tonight’s sits. Oh, have I got your attention now? Good. ‘Cause we’re adding a little something to this month’s sale contest. As you all know, first prize is a Cadillac El Dorado. Anybody want to see second prize? Second prize is a set of steak knives. Third prize is your fired. You get the picture? You laughing now? You got leads. Mitch and Murray paid good money. Get their names to sell them. You can’t close the leads you’re given, you can’t close shit, you are shit, hit the bricks pal and beat it ‘cause you are going out.
Lemmon: The leads are weak.
Baldwin: The leads are weak. The fuckin’ leads are weak? You’re weak. I’ve been in this business 15 years …

Harris: What’s your name?

Baldwin: Fuck you, that’s my name. You know why mister? Cause you drove a Hyundai to get here tonight, I drove an 80,000 dollar BMW. That’s my name. (To Lemmon) And your name is you’re wanting. You can’t play in the man’s game, you can’t close them? Then go home and tell your wife your troubles. Because only one thing counts in this life. Get them to sign on the line which is dotted. You hear me you fuckin’ faggots.
(Flips the blackboard)
ABC. A, Always, B, Be, C, Closing. Always be closing. Always be closing. AIDA. Attention. Interest. Decision. Action. Attention. Do I have your attention? Interest. Are you interested? I know you are ‘cause it’s fuck or walk. You close or you hit the bricks. Decision. Have you made your decision for Christ? And action. AIDA. Get out there. You got the prospects coming in, you think they came in to get out of the rain? A guy don’t walk on the lot lest he wants to buy. They’re sitting out there waiting to give you their money. Are you going to take it? Are you man enough to take it? (To Harris) What’s the problem, pal?

Harris: You, boss, you’re such a hero, you’re so rich, how come you’re coming down here and wasting your time with such a bunch of bums?

Baldwin: You see this watch? You see this watch?

Harris: Yeah.

Baldwin: That watch costs more than your car. I made 970,000 dollars last year, how much you make? You see pal, that’s who I am, and you’re nothing. Nice guy? I don’t give a shit. Good father. Fuck you, go home and play with your kids. You want to work here, close. You think this is abuse? You think this is abuse, you cock-sucker. You can’t take this, how can you take the abuse you get on a sit. If you don’t like it, leave. I can go out there tonight, the materials you got, make myself 15,000 dollars. Tonight. In two hours. Can you? Can you?

Go and do likewise. AIDA. Get mad you son-of-a-bitch. Get mad. You know what it takes to sell real-estate? It takes brass balls to sell real estate. Go and do likewise, gents. The money’s out there, you pick it up, it’s yours, you don’t, I got no sympathy for you. You want to go out on those sits tonight and close, close, it’s yours, if not, you’re going to be shining my shoes. And you know what you’ll be saying. Bunch of losers sitting around in a bar: ”Oh yeah, I used to be a salesman. It’s a tough racket.”
These are the new leads. These are the Glengarry leads. And to you, they’re gold. And you don’t get them. Why? Because to give them to you is just throwing them away. They’re for closers. I’d wish you good luck, but you wouldn’t know what to do with it if you got it. (To Harris) And to answer your question, pal: Why am I here? I came here because Mitch and Murray asked me to, they asked me for a favor. I said the real favor, follow my advice and fire your fuckin’ ass because a loser is a loser.


Johnny cash is epic enough to be death himself. Man in black.


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