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Saturday, February 12, 2011

Say it while you can, this day is only a reminder of that.



“True love will triumph in the end - which may or may not be a lie, but if it is a lie, it’s the most beautiful lie we have.” -John Green. Valentines day is almost here, but it isn't a bad thing. Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Friend, Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, Co-Worker... a Stranger? Embrace your inner humanity and say thank you. You are loved, don't be afraid to feel it.
“Keep your broken arm inside your sleeve.” -Chinese Proverb
“A broken bone can heal, but the wound a word opens can fester forever.” -Jessamyn West

Friday, February 4, 2011

Piece of a letter i'll be sending across the world to take action against the whalers, on behalf of Sea Shepherd, I also stand against this treason.

How can you assume accusations, alienate society and refuse aid?
Dripping blood of the banished blue whales bearing the burden of
corrupt, callused, cultivated oceans ceasing to flourish.
Must you disturb miles of deep, daring oceans and pluck till deceased?
Eradicating, erasing, as if you envy this early extinction.
Continuing to fool, flavor, fracture, find and feed on soon fictional flukes.
A gem to get, give, and retain glory, to you is held in guns and genocide.
Harm, hit, harpoon, hack, as heartache hollows and hope is halted.
Invisible as the artist illustrates this ill indulgence.
Just ask yourselves, why? Any joy upon this juggled justice?
Not a strand of kindness as you kick, kneel, and knife knotted kin,
limiting the lack or lung, liver, and light.
Melody, music, and majestic mothers managed by unfortunate motive.
They navigate through needless nature for a dying want, nonsense.
An ongoing oath for hunger opens for other deaths and decreased ocean occupations.
Parents and populations, poisoned in pieces and punctured with pain.
It’s not like you need a quill to write or a question to answer; quit.
Rearranging, renovating, and restraining to remember, re-think resume.
Soft songs swimming to squander, a species of silk, shot, stabbed, sliced,
slaughtered, a creature to sin, steal, surrender, and an action to stop.
They are a treasure to trace with teal tears within a trance; trapped.
The ultimate beast,
venturing very far to veer away from victorious venom.
A posted warning to be weary of wandering aside, a whack on waves to
wheel a weeping water wrinkle down the left cheek.
Xenophobic maybe? Only causing tortured xerosis.
A simple zero, yearning to splice a year apart.
Buy a zipper instead of a zax,

and ask yourself why you became,
a murderer.

Life.

You're either numb as the ice cube dish, or your platform is so torn, bruised, and sliced that your forced to die because you’ve felt it all. I’d rather die a cripple than a liar.
"It's when one sets eyes on visible results that the journey to accomplish something heightens the gratitude and lowers the punch of the workload." -ML

A word to the frowning flawed; smile.

Be confident because there will be somebody you’ll meet one day who will be totally taken over by the simplest detail or movement introduced by you. Somebody that will take your breath away, think about that, somebody will bring upon a gaze to you and feel that. In life there is perfection but rarely do you see it in yourself, a flaw, maybe a hundred will be somebody else's pure amazement. It’s okay to be yourself. Be freaky, be weird, be sad, be happy, smile, frown, freak out or chill out. It’s your action, your feeling and your perfect little self in another's stare. So “trust life a little bit” and you’ll find yourself engaged in happiness.

Music.


The strong melody of chords, voices and tuning strung together to create something beautifully shared. I mean it can’t be too hard to learn guitar right? Acoustic will be placed in my room in a week or so and than a book “Guitar for Dummies” and maybe something magical happens, maybe not. Otherwise, there just happens to be this huge piano in my basement with a parent who knows how it works. Maybe my life needs more, working out has changed things and that must continue but school stress can’t just be taken out with anger… maybe I’m in need of a soul sister.