This is the product of WAR

Although I am hesitant to post such an image I do so with great respect. I want to show you what it looks like to kill a child. These children are no different than our own. So to say that we are different, is to take that child right from the arms of this man and throw her into a bath of acid. You are not different than I young man, this image shall go to show us that we are human, and death is present.

Death is natural but murder is not. In self defence, we face a choice to kill or be killed; however we've not been given a right to abuse that natural defense against harm in the woods, the tribe or the inner city. Take a look at death and respect her value ... do not abuse Death, for she will swallow you hole. Once more --- we have a great lesson to learn of love and war.

Hide Away

I know that I can be stronger than this ... this waiting for some kind of acknowledgement.

HIDE AWAY : Lyrics by Sharon Corr

It's time to change, throw out the booksand start againBreak all the rules, fall on your facedon't be ashamedYou can't waste more time 'cause you've beengone for far too longTrapped in his arms, safe without harmFollow your heart don't be afraid

You think that you're okBut I don't believe in what you sayYou think that it's too lateBut it's no good, good enough for you

Don't hideaway'Cause I know that you've got what it takesI believe you can be what you wanna be

Let yourself go, don't you worry about a thingBreaking the chains, so hard to beginFollow your heart don't be afraid

You think that you're okBut it's no good, good enough for you

Don't hideaway'Cause I know that you've got what it takesI believe you can be what you wanna be

Don't hideaway'Cause I know that you've got what it takesI believe you can be what you wanna be

Don't hideaway'Cause I know that you've got what it takesI believe you can be what you wanna be You can be what you wanna be

Safety

Last night as I left his house, I felt like he was angry at me. And I don't know how to vex that worry within my mind this morning. I feel really scared that I've fucked something up. The cards read that we'd go through something odd soon enough together, is this it?. I can't shake it, I cant cut the image of you standing at the door with that look of "go" in your eyes. Part of me feels stupid, the rest of me feels scared; for last night I felt closer to you than ever before and then the stab of miscommunication had to come between a moment. I feel stressed, I feel scared, I feel angry at myself, I feel so many things and yet all that I really want is to make sure that everything is okay. Safety ....

Children of the Corn

As I sit here looking outward to the students of UO, I am overwhelmed by a sense of ... judgment. I feel as though I am looking at them like rich pigs with little appreciation for the world around them. Is this an honest assessment, or rather a jealous conclusion?. What brings me to this place of judgment, why am I not the one with the pretty hair, the skinny body and the riches to back my actions up. Where is that presence within that says "keep it cool boy". Am I the freak?, the poor boy?, the outspoken oddity?, and the performer with too much insecurity?. What in all reality could be so wrong with that?.

This world has taught us to hate everything about ourselves just so that we can live up to the image of those who gave into that exact lie. So when I feel this way I must look deeper within ... what am I really seeing in these people?. The pretty girl with the skinny body probably goes home to her dorm and thinks about how ugly she is on the inside, and the pretty boy with all the nice clothes probably goes home thinking "What will Dad think when I tell him I'm gay?". The truth behind all of these nice clothes and beautiful bodies is that there are deep rooted secrets and emotions which are abused and masked by the popularity of celebrity/ wealth-worshipping culture.

So maybe I'm not all that bad myself, maybe my thoughts and emotions are controversial for the simple reason that nobody else is comfortable enough to say it. So maybe I'm rich in emotion and intellect, while they are rich in cars and face cremes. Life is too short to truly worry about the rich and beautiful, the truth is that we can only be ourselves, and when we find ourselves lost in the fantasy that we are supposed to be Kate Moss or Orlando Bloom, we are truly killing the gentle, childlike innocence of the human spirit within.

Confused but aware.

This feeling will not go away .........

I'm Under the influence.

Ten Feet High

My life, Just when it's going well I smash it all in pieces I'm like A magnet to the ground, to everything that's creeping

What am I doing back here?I thought I'd finished with you But I'm starting again What am I gonna do now?Who do you really love now? Getting broken again

Your life And your covenant to lie that promise you'll be keeping, I'm sureI know Your every gritty move, it wakes me when I'm sleeping

What am I doing back here? I thought I'd finished with you But I'm starting again What am I gonna do now? Who do you really love now? Getting broken again

These situations are my own creation, A dark fascination, I want to be small againI lose concentration, you sense my vacation,A prime invitation, you're getting control again

What am I doing back here?I thought I'd finished with youBut I'm starting again What am I gonna do now? Who do you really love now? Getting broken again

-Lyrics : Andrea Corr

For Then Shall We Know.

Maybe honesty is hard

Well I know this for a fact.

To look inside and outside I deny.

Deny my honesty and my passions.

Deny all that is truth within me.

In order to remain stagnant.

In order to make it safe.

Safety is an issue.

Safety is our friend.

If we fail to talk it out.

We'll make it to the very end.

So can be said of love

And so can be said of religion.

So can the same be tossed like a crumb

to the foot of that city pigeon.

Hard to find,

You are on my mind.

But somethings different,

something has changed.

I fear to tell you for sake of emotions engaged.

"It's not you, It's me", Oh what an open lie that can be,

"I'm trying to figure this out" - -

Why can't I be honest

to you and me

but there is something in your eyes

those deep dark eyes

that when you dare look into mine

I can feel your affection and care.

Spinning in circles with a few extra voices in my head

I am wondering if you should stay the night or get out of my bed

Do I want you?, do I need you?, what am I feeling here.

Do I long for your love, or do I need some time alone?.

Oh this sick sad, horrible confusion.

A battle of my emotions.

A battle of my will.

A Battle to be less spoken

Until the time stands still.

For then shall I know....

Then shall we know.