Iraq may have been at first liberation but why then did the American's set up beside oil? Oh Iraq is not for the good of Iraqi's, never was. They lost their leader (to whom was a terrible man) but where does America get off in dethroning a leader, thats just bull.
Now as we look back, Iraq was WAY happier before. Now innocents are dying all the time, bombings are at an all time high and everything is CHAOS! It is the fault of human ignorance, we want to fix things with problems and just end up screwing the world!
And Obama (Clinton too, methinks) wants to pull out (not completely but mostly) and go invade Pakistan! Iraq will get worse, there is no doubt in that. It will blow to epic proportions and the idea to invade somewhere else will be an unthinkable horror. Pakistan and many other countries ARE harboring hate to America and I understand the presidential ideals but they do not understand the ruination that will soon befall the world because of stupidity!
Now I do not, and never will, agree with the new American policy. 'If it makes problems BOMB IT!' But I must say there are worse things going on than presidential imbecility, the case in Tibet worries me much more, I know much of Tien An Mien Square and I know that soon enough the same will happen in Tibet and it will be posted as the fault of Dalai Lama, it spreads iron horror in my veins to see the world crumble on its support beams in my lifetime but look around you, what newspaper doesn't say something of the new oddities of the world?
People are dying EVERYWHERE! In terrible ways, wars are waged between friends and countries for very little reason except perception!
All I percept is that The next WORLD WAR isn't far off.
With the problems in Serbia and Kosovo, as Kosovo fights for independence and Serbia turns blindly from all those who support Kosovo's plea. Mc.Donald's establishments being burned to the ground for North American association and foreign diplomats being thrown out.
Three Words: Tian An Mien!!! Remember that story? Tien An Mien Square? Chinese government kills so many civilians for seeking freedom and try to cover it up! The Dalai Lama is the new cover up! This is damn outrageous, they keep foreigns from seeing it so that it can be hushed, seen as only 16 dead but you know and I know its all a bunch of lies, those sonsabitches are gonna burn up all the bodies when they're done and send families a receipt for the bullet just like the square! You know and I know that history repeats itself, but I had no idea it would do so in such conveniently placed forms! I mean this is so painful that people are being forsaken by the rest of the world, with no liberating army help, because China holds so much economical power, its sorrow itself that humanity now relies more on economy than the lives of its kindred.
Also The harbored hatred of USA by so many countries will blow up into a war of more than terror, a war of desperation that cannot and will not be stopped.
And when all of this blows into the worst world war the American's will no longer have Canadian forces at their backs because our army are peacekeepers, we dont have the guns or the power of any other army. The world is doomed
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Haul Ass Sheila
I was shoveling almost all day today so its time for that 'last winter storm' to start brushing someone else! I mean I'm all fine and dandy with a day off school but if anymore of this frozen powder falls on my doorstep I'll be screamin' bloody murder, I will.
Though to every cloud lies a silver lining, whether it be minute or monstrous. Mine is minute, Tomorrow the snow will be perfect for sliding, as rain will fall upon it, glossing it with a coating of ice. :P
Hope to god there wont be any more snow and we can embrace Spring and all its incredulous beauty.
Though to every cloud lies a silver lining, whether it be minute or monstrous. Mine is minute, Tomorrow the snow will be perfect for sliding, as rain will fall upon it, glossing it with a coating of ice. :P
Hope to god there wont be any more snow and we can embrace Spring and all its incredulous beauty.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Sheila's Brush
It hit us like a brick to the face this morning, schools and businesses closed up all over the place!! Yay for days offs!!
Sheila's Brush is the last BIG storm of the winter for us Newfies
Sheila's Brush is the last BIG storm of the winter for us Newfies
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Monsters
The monsters stormed through town that day
we shuddered at every motion
they shook the ground where demons lay
and drove us to the ocean
They held us abroad the billowing waves
where boats and fish did swim
we tried and tried to get away
but our numbers, they did trim.
The monsters screeched and tore
their talons always searching
though blood was shed they wanted more
'till ever stomach was lurching.
We cannot fight the demon grasp
nor can we run away
so to another's shoulder we'll clasp
and fall on knees and pray.
The water, stained deep red
with all of those died,
rose and fell, drowned us dead
and left the rest to lie.
We stood and fought in vain
our efforts feeble and sad
but as the sun had come again
we were stricken, hopeful and glad.
The monsters screamed for more
their maw was always searching
though blood was shed they wanted gore
'till ever stomach was lurching.
We cannot ignore the demon's clasp
nor can we run away
so to another's shoulder we'll grasp
and fall on knees and pray.
As the sun tickled our hearts with glee
the monsters went away
together you danced and cheered with me
to return another day.
we shuddered at every motion
they shook the ground where demons lay
and drove us to the ocean
They held us abroad the billowing waves
where boats and fish did swim
we tried and tried to get away
but our numbers, they did trim.
The monsters screeched and tore
their talons always searching
though blood was shed they wanted more
'till ever stomach was lurching.
We cannot fight the demon grasp
nor can we run away
so to another's shoulder we'll clasp
and fall on knees and pray.
The water, stained deep red
with all of those died,
rose and fell, drowned us dead
and left the rest to lie.
We stood and fought in vain
our efforts feeble and sad
but as the sun had come again
we were stricken, hopeful and glad.
The monsters screamed for more
their maw was always searching
though blood was shed they wanted gore
'till ever stomach was lurching.
We cannot ignore the demon's clasp
nor can we run away
so to another's shoulder we'll grasp
and fall on knees and pray.
As the sun tickled our hearts with glee
the monsters went away
together you danced and cheered with me
to return another day.
Ridge of Dreams
As the poet sat alone in bed
she watched the ridge of dreams
alone and in the realm of dead
held by thought and seam.
The blood of her very mind
poured along the ridge of dreams
alone, away from love and kind
held by illusion and dream.
But as she stood to beseech the new day
in a half-forgotten notion
she sat back in bed, where forever she'll lay
without a single motion.
Preserved thoughts in pickle jars
who once were thought to fester
sit on shelves, row on row
awaiting their only master.
The poet awoke much later that day
her thoughts a broken seam
but knowing not, she continued that way
as she awaited the ridge of dreams.
she watched the ridge of dreams
alone and in the realm of dead
held by thought and seam.
The blood of her very mind
poured along the ridge of dreams
alone, away from love and kind
held by illusion and dream.
But as she stood to beseech the new day
in a half-forgotten notion
she sat back in bed, where forever she'll lay
without a single motion.
Preserved thoughts in pickle jars
who once were thought to fester
sit on shelves, row on row
awaiting their only master.
The poet awoke much later that day
her thoughts a broken seam
but knowing not, she continued that way
as she awaited the ridge of dreams.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Visitation Rights
My cousins came from Ontario!!! The ones I visited at Thanksgiving!
They're staying at my Nan and Pop's house (mom's parents) and we were up there all yesterday! Its great to have 'em around, even though its only for a week. They have great imaginations and both of them write ALOT! Amber's only 6 and she already writes five page stories! Jason's writing stories with pages in the 20's!! All of their stories have to do with magic and the lore surrounding it, they're very well taught in such ideas cuz my uncle's so friggin superstitious.... I wish I had a niche as they do... all I know is none of my stories are in any way happy :P
They're staying at my Nan and Pop's house (mom's parents) and we were up there all yesterday! Its great to have 'em around, even though its only for a week. They have great imaginations and both of them write ALOT! Amber's only 6 and she already writes five page stories! Jason's writing stories with pages in the 20's!! All of their stories have to do with magic and the lore surrounding it, they're very well taught in such ideas cuz my uncle's so friggin superstitious.... I wish I had a niche as they do... all I know is none of my stories are in any way happy :P
18 Vials of Sanguine Submission
As I walked into the hospital last Friday I had only a vague idea of what was going on. I expected blood to be taken a shot to be taken, more blood taken and then four hours of freedom before the next extraction, man was I wrong.
I walked into the hospital and the first thing they did was stick a 'butterfly' needle in a vein in my arm, they took 6 vials from the butterfly (lots more than I expected) and then put in some cold salt water to clean out the arm or something, not sure. But man it was cold, it was like ice running in my veins, my arm was freezing cold for o so long, though I didn't really mind... Then when the water had been injected an IV was attached to the butterfly needle where the DDAVP hormone was administered to me (took half an hour) as I lay down watching re-runs of shows from the 80's on TV.
As I sat there on the hospital bed I looked to my side and saw a little boy laying there as he too had an IV in him. He undoubtfully had cancer by the baldness of his head and the look on his face... you can truly 'see' that disease in somebody's eyes y'know? It was the kid's fourth birthday I felt so terrible, he was so young, so young and yet death simply stood at the other end of a locked door, waiting for weakness or mistake. As the cake came in with a brigade of nurses following diligently behind his face lit up with a glow of immense joy. I had a piece, it was chocolate with chocolate icing, but I didn't get the chance to talk to the boy. I dont know if I could truly look into his joy and see death awaiting at the handle of a door, watching intently at the little boy at the other side.
As the DDAVP had found its way into my bloodstream with completion I was told that I had to wait another hour as it settled completely and I would have to stay in that room the whole time, fair enough I thought, fine enough with me. While others awaited word on cancer I simply awaited the result on a much smaller disease, much less fatal... I could wait much longer if it meant that it was easier for that boy, though I knew nothing I could do would help.
Anyway they took another six vials an hour later and I had three hours to waste. Mom and I went to the food court for chinese food and later drove to the old age home where my Nan is to visit. Nan was asleep, too thick a sleep for normality, we tried to wake her but we might as well have tried to call thunder down from a bowl of pudding, she was drugged up on medication.
By the time we left the old age home it was time to head back to the hospital, at this time the blood loss had taken effect on me. I was hopelessly dizzy and couldn't walk in a straight line, I looked like someone drunk outta their mind.
As we arrived at the hospital for the final time 6 more vials fell from my veins, i began to wonder of how much blood could I truly have within, what amount could be held in the living wake of the humans body? Though this thought didn't last very long, after the amount of blood gone I could barely carry myself, I was hopelessly weak. I wobbled down the stairs and into the parking lot to nearly collapse in the car, we drove home and I could barely bring my mouth to answer my mom's continuous assault of questions. Though my mind worked to perfection as I wondered of the child, would he die before he had even experienced the full awareness of what was going on? Before he understood he was dying? I felt a pang of sadness for the kid as we drove into the fading sunlight...
I walked into the hospital and the first thing they did was stick a 'butterfly' needle in a vein in my arm, they took 6 vials from the butterfly (lots more than I expected) and then put in some cold salt water to clean out the arm or something, not sure. But man it was cold, it was like ice running in my veins, my arm was freezing cold for o so long, though I didn't really mind... Then when the water had been injected an IV was attached to the butterfly needle where the DDAVP hormone was administered to me (took half an hour) as I lay down watching re-runs of shows from the 80's on TV.
As I sat there on the hospital bed I looked to my side and saw a little boy laying there as he too had an IV in him. He undoubtfully had cancer by the baldness of his head and the look on his face... you can truly 'see' that disease in somebody's eyes y'know? It was the kid's fourth birthday I felt so terrible, he was so young, so young and yet death simply stood at the other end of a locked door, waiting for weakness or mistake. As the cake came in with a brigade of nurses following diligently behind his face lit up with a glow of immense joy. I had a piece, it was chocolate with chocolate icing, but I didn't get the chance to talk to the boy. I dont know if I could truly look into his joy and see death awaiting at the handle of a door, watching intently at the little boy at the other side.
As the DDAVP had found its way into my bloodstream with completion I was told that I had to wait another hour as it settled completely and I would have to stay in that room the whole time, fair enough I thought, fine enough with me. While others awaited word on cancer I simply awaited the result on a much smaller disease, much less fatal... I could wait much longer if it meant that it was easier for that boy, though I knew nothing I could do would help.
Anyway they took another six vials an hour later and I had three hours to waste. Mom and I went to the food court for chinese food and later drove to the old age home where my Nan is to visit. Nan was asleep, too thick a sleep for normality, we tried to wake her but we might as well have tried to call thunder down from a bowl of pudding, she was drugged up on medication.
By the time we left the old age home it was time to head back to the hospital, at this time the blood loss had taken effect on me. I was hopelessly dizzy and couldn't walk in a straight line, I looked like someone drunk outta their mind.
As we arrived at the hospital for the final time 6 more vials fell from my veins, i began to wonder of how much blood could I truly have within, what amount could be held in the living wake of the humans body? Though this thought didn't last very long, after the amount of blood gone I could barely carry myself, I was hopelessly weak. I wobbled down the stairs and into the parking lot to nearly collapse in the car, we drove home and I could barely bring my mouth to answer my mom's continuous assault of questions. Though my mind worked to perfection as I wondered of the child, would he die before he had even experienced the full awareness of what was going on? Before he understood he was dying? I felt a pang of sadness for the kid as we drove into the fading sunlight...
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Laugh Now
Laugh now as I have lost
the bet to which you made,
Laugh now for you have cost
my cocky serenade.
But in this opera of importance
dont waste your time in laughing
for if so, victory will be in past tense
and the laugh will rise from me.
Laugh now as I have failed
the bet to which we competed
Laugh now, the ship has sailed
and in our race I am defeated.
But in this Symphony of intensity
dont waste your time in laughing
for if so its all in obscenity
and the laugh will rise from me.
Laugh now but never later
for soon I will have won.
See you later alligator
as I race into the sun.
But in this concert, as you lay deaf
dont was your time in laughing
for this time as I save my breath
the laugh will rise from me!
the bet to which you made,
Laugh now for you have cost
my cocky serenade.
But in this opera of importance
dont waste your time in laughing
for if so, victory will be in past tense
and the laugh will rise from me.
Laugh now as I have failed
the bet to which we competed
Laugh now, the ship has sailed
and in our race I am defeated.
But in this Symphony of intensity
dont waste your time in laughing
for if so its all in obscenity
and the laugh will rise from me.
Laugh now but never later
for soon I will have won.
See you later alligator
as I race into the sun.
But in this concert, as you lay deaf
dont was your time in laughing
for this time as I save my breath
the laugh will rise from me!
Tracks in the sand
The Artist throws her brush away
her easel and paint surely follow
with the end of her talent, once here to stay
we shall have no more sunlight tomorrow.
The cascading waves of water color painting the earth
with a terrible finality that few others could stand
we watch at the end among her collection's enormous girth
and looking for tracks in the sand....
Artistry annulled in the darkness of light
Paints thrown in symphony to terror.
I mourn the end with the utmost of might
though I can ask no more of her.
Ability anewed in the loss of oneself
Comfort in the gain.
If you chose to follow a path,
only one of these things will remain...
So I shouldn't
The writer sits alone
his words lost on blank sheet
All that is heard is a cry and a moan
and exclamation that his needs never meet.
No more will his pencil draw words
No more will earth unfold at his hand.
Now he is free to fly with the birds
looking for tracks in the sand....
Artistry forgotten in the end of a fling
Pencil and pens dropped in trash
as the words used to dance and to sing
The writer will too, in a flash
Ability anewed in the loss of oneself
Comfort in the gain.
If you chose to follow a path,
only one of these things will remain...
So I couldn't
The poet asleep as the sunrise has come
what used to intrigue her is lost
inspiration hidden, newfound to some
but to her its buried in frost.
For as tomorrow comes
yesterday cannot command
what to him is only a crumb
as we search for tracks in the sand...
Beauty dissipated
Love distraught
just as we anticipated
but never hoped it to be bought.
Ability anewed in the loss of oneself
Comfort in the gain.
If you chose to follow a path,
only one of these things will remain...
So I never will.
her easel and paint surely follow
with the end of her talent, once here to stay
we shall have no more sunlight tomorrow.
The cascading waves of water color painting the earth
with a terrible finality that few others could stand
we watch at the end among her collection's enormous girth
and looking for tracks in the sand....
Artistry annulled in the darkness of light
Paints thrown in symphony to terror.
I mourn the end with the utmost of might
though I can ask no more of her.
Ability anewed in the loss of oneself
Comfort in the gain.
If you chose to follow a path,
only one of these things will remain...
So I shouldn't
The writer sits alone
his words lost on blank sheet
All that is heard is a cry and a moan
and exclamation that his needs never meet.
No more will his pencil draw words
No more will earth unfold at his hand.
Now he is free to fly with the birds
looking for tracks in the sand....
Artistry forgotten in the end of a fling
Pencil and pens dropped in trash
as the words used to dance and to sing
The writer will too, in a flash
Ability anewed in the loss of oneself
Comfort in the gain.
If you chose to follow a path,
only one of these things will remain...
So I couldn't
The poet asleep as the sunrise has come
what used to intrigue her is lost
inspiration hidden, newfound to some
but to her its buried in frost.
For as tomorrow comes
yesterday cannot command
what to him is only a crumb
as we search for tracks in the sand...
Beauty dissipated
Love distraught
just as we anticipated
but never hoped it to be bought.
Ability anewed in the loss of oneself
Comfort in the gain.
If you chose to follow a path,
only one of these things will remain...
So I never will.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Fair Enough
First things first I went to my friend Greg's party, it was great overall, but the interest of my post doesn't lay in the events of merriment but the problems that ensued when the cake was placed safely into our tummies and the rides were heading to pick us up...
My dad was coming from work and was going to get me and Jim and drive us both home, we were both supposed to wait at the bottom of the hill because he didn't know where he was going... Fair enough.
Jim's mom showed up around 10, to pick up Jim, despite being told firmly by her son that she didn't have to. Jim went with her and I was to wait alone... Fair enough
I strode to the bottom of the hill, alone and without anything to keep me busy, no paper, no books, no MP3... Fair enough
I waited and waited, dad must be running late.... I really had to pee.... no woods in sight.... Fair Enough
I see dad's car, one of the side mirrors are gone so its easy to spot, no doubting it thats dad, driving into the wrong road alongside this one, ignoring my flailing arms and my yells... he's most likely cursing on my absence, wondering how he'll find me as I stand so close... FAIR ENOUGH
I run after the car, my mind cursing aloud as I ran, dad went slow but still I wasn't as fast as a damned car, my legs got weak but I ran... why did this hill have to be so tall, so steep... why was dad so stupid, then he began to slow down, he had lost his patience with driving, he was looking for a driveway to turn around in Fair Enough...
As he stops I catch up I see dad FINALLY notice me, when he rolls down the window I gave him an earful for being so annoying, but still I wasn't cruel, simply stating that he drove right past me, he laughs and we drive home... finally, fair enough.
PS: I got new results on my blood tests and they were NOT good... They came out in favor of the disease but still I must have my final run on the tests.... On Friday I'll be sitting in the hospital at nine, I'll have a blood test. Then I'll be administered the medicine for the disease, another blood test to see how it effects me. Then I wait around for FOUR hours as the medicine wears off and have ANOTHER test.... no school on Friday I guess :D I'll probably have to bring a book and some paper :)
PSS: I cant keep the text small sooo.....
My dad was coming from work and was going to get me and Jim and drive us both home, we were both supposed to wait at the bottom of the hill because he didn't know where he was going... Fair enough.
Jim's mom showed up around 10, to pick up Jim, despite being told firmly by her son that she didn't have to. Jim went with her and I was to wait alone... Fair enough
I strode to the bottom of the hill, alone and without anything to keep me busy, no paper, no books, no MP3... Fair enough
I waited and waited, dad must be running late.... I really had to pee.... no woods in sight.... Fair Enough
I see dad's car, one of the side mirrors are gone so its easy to spot, no doubting it thats dad, driving into the wrong road alongside this one, ignoring my flailing arms and my yells... he's most likely cursing on my absence, wondering how he'll find me as I stand so close... FAIR ENOUGH
I run after the car, my mind cursing aloud as I ran, dad went slow but still I wasn't as fast as a damned car, my legs got weak but I ran... why did this hill have to be so tall, so steep... why was dad so stupid, then he began to slow down, he had lost his patience with driving, he was looking for a driveway to turn around in Fair Enough...
As he stops I catch up I see dad FINALLY notice me, when he rolls down the window I gave him an earful for being so annoying, but still I wasn't cruel, simply stating that he drove right past me, he laughs and we drive home... finally, fair enough.
PS: I got new results on my blood tests and they were NOT good... They came out in favor of the disease but still I must have my final run on the tests.... On Friday I'll be sitting in the hospital at nine, I'll have a blood test. Then I'll be administered the medicine for the disease, another blood test to see how it effects me. Then I wait around for FOUR hours as the medicine wears off and have ANOTHER test.... no school on Friday I guess :D I'll probably have to bring a book and some paper :)
PSS: I cant keep the text small sooo.....
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