Thursday, July 30, 2009


Jingling in her pocket was a sound. It sounded like any wealth that you would think would be of value. She was working hard for every moment that she was able to enjoy. He sat before her and thought of all that she was. She sat and wondered what it was that he lacked in his drive. She always felt that he would never get what he needed from her in an magnificent instant-illusion was love. He touched himself and thought of how hard she was. Vulnerable to the settling she wandered through his dreams to glance at how she really was, not how she was perceived. She talked, he looked and smiled. She waved her hands in a motion that avoided letting him know how lost he was for being by her side.

It had the motion of stillness within the sound of a whip of a belt across your own withered skin. Something had brought ever second past to this moment. Nothing in the future seemed like it had a reason to live in the past.

Blue was jealous of everything that red had. Red was intense, sexy and full of energy and fire. Blue always knew that being calm would be thought of serene and never barbaric and if this was the case, how was Blue going to ever leave the realm of being Green with envy? What a shame that Purple knew and told Yellow not to gossip with Green, it was between them. Yellow did and hid behind Gold.

A step down reaches up to a place where you will find him at the door. He is small in appearance but don't be fooled. Behind his pony appearance is a stallion. Behind his beard there is a glow of something that makes him seem mystical underneath it all. He can travel in time and space by simply wishing it to be. He feels everything in his gut through sensing the familiar unwanted. He may seem small, as I told you, but you musn't be fooled to think that you can defeat him. The light seems to fall on his shadow like he is some sort of angel floating through without ever being understood.

2 orange earings, hoops of considerable size-perhaps three inches. Glasses on the tip of her nose that allow her to hide away from the ones she rejects- she refuses to contribute to her cannibalism. Blood was some sort of attractive romanticism. In paintings it seemed noble, in books it seemed desperate with such sweet anguish. Queen. Leader. Temptation had led her to a place where she questioned anything she knew. Somehow the orange earings always felt right pressed against her neck falling from side to side. It may seem silly and materialistic but they were destined to be worn by her and seen to her.


Monday, July 20, 2009

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Global Singularity

Linking our hands apart, when I look back to ask for help I realize that you have let me go. Falling from a state of grace, I seek for you to lift my abandoned faith and instead I sink into purgatory’s tormenting disgrace. When I cry for mercy all I can hear is the echo of my own pain. Why don’t you care for me when all I do is try and love with humility? Do I ask for more than I deserve or embrace with greed as my fatalistic seduction? Through the seed of my growth I fight to find stillness with the hope that someday peace will come along. I wish you could give me little peace of mind, notice me malnourished, parched and broken on the sidewalks like rubbish in a stale slum.
When I was hungry you did not feed me from the plate before you that was ripened red and abundant with greens. When I was thirsty you did not share from your white river, instead you claimed it as your source of black flow. Why did you not care for me when I needed you, when I begged you to help me? Did you not see that I had been brought in shame to bend down on my knees and plead for humanity?
When will this suffering ever end, or will the world refuse to see that I bow down and ask for amends from this hideous pain?

Remembering Micheal Jackson

Micheal Jackson, regardless of what your judgments maybe, was a man with a golden heart that shared the vision of togetherness, diversity and love. They say become the change you want to see, let him remind us of the light we all have within ourselves - never fear, only love.

My favourite song of his is "Will You Be There," and everytime I hear it I cry. There can be no illusion when beauty comes from within. Rest in peace, you are now free to rise again as a new kind of King.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

O Canada

Privilege is often taken for granted, the ones we cannot see fall from our vantage. We celebrate freedoms bells, yet so many are left in captivity without ever escaping the scolding neglect that maintains a state of hell outside the dampening shield of our country's safe spell. Our home and native land is a cradle that rocks us sound asleep, we are lucky to be free. Now it is time for us to raise our hands towards a universal freedom that is sustainable and true. I am a Messenger and my divine right is that of a moral with a tale to tell, of growing-up in a place that allowed me to be myself.

Fear not that which you lose, fear that which was given to you as an advantage of gain and you let slip away for fear of helping the world to change. Joy is fictitious if it causes another pain. We are free to open our mouth and clap our hands when we are offended in our nation. When we wish to celebrate we march in masses, we drink wine and dine, yet globally somehow mostly fluctuating politics resounds with little actual progress towards making the world, our world a better place. I don’t take my privilege for granted because I am not afraid of what the outside has made me on the inside-it has not and shall not break the heart of me.

I would rather be lonely with my thoughts than surrounded by distorted fake smiles that pat my ego and tell me that I am beautiful like everyone else. I will always cry when I see a baby die on the news, or a mothers pain linger from abuse. People are disadvantaged because of the greed that most of the world has encouraged with no sense of shame. My fellow Canadians, it is time for change!

Give someone foreign a sliver of hope for a brighter day, volunteer, contribute even if you can't sit beside someone and help them physically lay a burden down. Compassion is still a way to show eachother we are all one in the same.

We are free today in Canada, we are open towards finding our way through the endless roads of rural landscapes, sliding up the mountain caps full of snow. Be proud to be Canadian but also be proud to be a human like everyone else. We don't deserve any better than our neighbouring nations but we do have it better. We are lucky that we have a country that cares for us, so let us now show the world that we care for them.

Without religion, I say amen.

"Little Bird": Annie Lennox

One of my continual greatest inspiration, Ms.Annie Lennox. This is one of my fave inspirational songs.