Saturday, December 29, 2007
Rollercoaster
Please sit down, and make yourself comfortable. 'Cause this is gonna be a bumby ride. Turns, twists, highs and lows, and maybe some flips at times. But do not fret, my cautious friend. For you are strapped in, nice and tight. Please keep your hands and feet inside the ride, just in case. And please remember, that stupidity ends this ride very quickly. This special ride is interactive. Some ways you cannot choose, but many are set by you and you alone. There will be others on this ride. But always remember, they will always be sitting behind you, while you're in the front seat. This is, of course, your ride. They heckle and yell at you, but you most zone them out. On your chosen paths, there may be times that the wheels become rusty and the ride slows down. Sometimes, even to a comeplete stop. But you must be aware, that all it takes is a little oil, and your back on track. Sometimes, you may even need to call on the riders in the back seat to give you a push, and hope they push you in the right direction. Many of you are just beggining, and many are near the end. Some have a long ride, and others short. But in this ride, no matter the distance, you must consider the fact that the entire ride is always enjoyable. And theres only one ride per person.
Its Called Censorship
There Is This Thing. Its Called Censorship. It can make a baby feel warm and safe in its crib, or drive a group of people to kill. Censorship can be describes as, refusing a child to watch wrestling, or it can be describes as not allowing one to have thier own beliefs. Its a matter of pushing someone, by holding them back. Isn't it strange, to think that someone can dislike another so much, that they are able to completely disallow ways of life. Its hard to describe, but think of how it began. One day, a man refuses a child a certain tv show. This child becomes angry, and passes it on. Soon, he starts a fight. After this, more shows and certain activies are censored becuase of this. Soon, all this is thought to lead to a religion. And after that, the religion is shunned and anyone who follows it is beaten and hated forever. Let me tell you this. I refuse to accept the fact that people should be allowed to refuse another, for whatever reason. No matter what the push or pull, there is no meaning. Let everyone know that Censorship will never be correct, in any point of view.
Welcome To Anywhereville
Hello, and welcome to Anywhereville. This is where all the freaks live. We've got wierdos and idiots, but we find excuses. In Anywhereville, everyone is a little curropt. But of course, we exaggerate our good qualities. Those who are the most curropt, send out those who are close to perfect, to talk and fight for them. Is this right? Well of course it is. Becuase in Anywhereville, we dont do anything about it. Oh yes, please come to Anywhereville. Even I'm living here still. Me, someone who is aware of all this, still resides in Anywhereville. There is a place called the Grey Area. The shunned and discraced live here. Isn't it wierd that the people who realize the truth like me are put into this area while the crazy and strange are left to stand at the top. I find this crazy and strange. I believe that Anywhere ville should be ruled by these people. So please, consider Anywhereville for your place of living. Welcome To Anywhere ville, at least I'm living here still. So get ready to join the club.
Realization
I see a women, out in the distance. But there's a problem. She is crying. Longing for a time that she can finally release her feelings to the world. Weither it is by word or by pen, she must let it out. he has talent, but there are walls. She has believe, but there are ristrictions. She runs away and away from these hauntings, but they are much to fast for her. Please God let her break free of these shadows and ghosts so that she may be allowed to scream her life's wantings. However, her mind is pushed down by stress wieghts that remain atop her head for life. How can she lift the wieght from the place that she so desperatey needs. Send her help, and let her overcome this land of wonder. All that she needs is realization. Realization of the fact that she has a chance of life. But can she? Can anyone really. How can anyone see that they are more then they see. Let everyone please realize this, and soon.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Holding White Knuckles
I Should Be Ashamed Of Me
I Should Stop Right Now
For There Is No Use Of Me
No More Then I Can Allow
My Skin Is Cracked
And My Mind Is Weathered
My Confusion Is off The Scale
Much More Then Can Be Measured
My Eyes Cry Out For Hope
But Yet, None Has Arrived
As I Look Back At The Memories
I Wonder How I Could Have Survived
And Even When Im Standing Tall
And The World Is With Me
The Supports Beneath Me Begin To Break
And I Am No Longer Able To See
No, There Is No Reason
To Keep On Going On
I Have Lost Strength To Move
And All Meaning Is Gone
So Now I Sit In A Black Room
Waiting For The Results Of Fate
Will Someone Throw Me A Lifeline
Before It Is To Late
I Should Stop Right Now
For There Is No Use Of Me
No More Then I Can Allow
My Skin Is Cracked
And My Mind Is Weathered
My Confusion Is off The Scale
Much More Then Can Be Measured
My Eyes Cry Out For Hope
But Yet, None Has Arrived
As I Look Back At The Memories
I Wonder How I Could Have Survived
And Even When Im Standing Tall
And The World Is With Me
The Supports Beneath Me Begin To Break
And I Am No Longer Able To See
No, There Is No Reason
To Keep On Going On
I Have Lost Strength To Move
And All Meaning Is Gone
So Now I Sit In A Black Room
Waiting For The Results Of Fate
Will Someone Throw Me A Lifeline
Before It Is To Late
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