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Saturday, September 23, 2006
Formula
The energy you create throughout a day which encourages an optermistic outcome of what may have been found, comes down to a basic solution about making a decision.
LS at 9/23/2006 02:49:00 AM
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Friday, September 15, 2006
Remembering the innocent
Sitting down with the house-mates and watching Fahrenheight 911 brought many a thought back to my melon in regards to the world at hand. I have been too busy with my own thoughts to actually sit and watch what is going on and remember about how worse off I could be. It was good to remember that the world's superpower is still being lead by a bunch of monkey's dragging behind the carcasses of their allies.
I thought to myself after watching it and then clicking over to the counter in Iraq at the moment. Why is it that the only reason they decided to invade Iraq was because of the 'WOMD' word. You could of sat through the entire harvest of this political scam on CNN (the USA government propaganda machine) with some friends and bottles of spirits and drink yourself into a stupor every time WOMD was pronounce or the security threat-o-meter popped up.
So they invaded Afghanistan because they thought BL was holing up there. Found nothing, so Junior rings his dad and gets the nod of approval to walk in his footsteps to destroy Iraq and create it again in his image. Strange how Halliburton is pulling in contracts left and right to secure the 'reconstruction of the nation's reserve' - in other words dipping there bucket into the second richest oil reserve and pulling up black gold by the cubic assload.
I read with interest at as Saddam goes back to trial, with or without his hunger strike (you do know he was hooked up to tubes because he wouldn't eat), and it suddenly occurred to me. Why did Junior just say he was invading Iraq because of the genocide Saddam had caused within his 23 years of power. We won't say who put him there in the first place, nor backed him. Why would they back him? Natural resources!
You would think if the President was standing addressing his nation and said instead of WOMD the word genocide that not only the nations of around the world would back him, but possibly the people within Iraq to some degree. But who know's as it's turning into a religious thing now with the Shia's.
Anyhow - I came across this site, it's updated by a young woman in Iraq about the political agenda and life in Baghdad. Her point obviously quite bias but also realistic with a touch of humanity to it. http://riverbendblog.blogspot.com/
If Bush was going on his genocide cleansing why not roll into parts of South America, South Pacific Islands or better yet - take on Africa next.... but I'm afraid I don't think he knows where that place is because they don't have much ... natural resources to 'protect'.
When will this Vietnam end?
I thought to myself after watching it and then clicking over to the counter in Iraq at the moment. Why is it that the only reason they decided to invade Iraq was because of the 'WOMD' word. You could of sat through the entire harvest of this political scam on CNN (the USA government propaganda machine) with some friends and bottles of spirits and drink yourself into a stupor every time WOMD was pronounce or the security threat-o-meter popped up.
So they invaded Afghanistan because they thought BL was holing up there. Found nothing, so Junior rings his dad and gets the nod of approval to walk in his footsteps to destroy Iraq and create it again in his image. Strange how Halliburton is pulling in contracts left and right to secure the 'reconstruction of the nation's reserve' - in other words dipping there bucket into the second richest oil reserve and pulling up black gold by the cubic assload.
I read with interest at as Saddam goes back to trial, with or without his hunger strike (you do know he was hooked up to tubes because he wouldn't eat), and it suddenly occurred to me. Why did Junior just say he was invading Iraq because of the genocide Saddam had caused within his 23 years of power. We won't say who put him there in the first place, nor backed him. Why would they back him? Natural resources!
You would think if the President was standing addressing his nation and said instead of WOMD the word genocide that not only the nations of around the world would back him, but possibly the people within Iraq to some degree. But who know's as it's turning into a religious thing now with the Shia's.
Anyhow - I came across this site, it's updated by a young woman in Iraq about the political agenda and life in Baghdad. Her point obviously quite bias but also realistic with a touch of humanity to it. http://riverbendblog.blogspot.com/
If Bush was going on his genocide cleansing why not roll into parts of South America, South Pacific Islands or better yet - take on Africa next.... but I'm afraid I don't think he knows where that place is because they don't have much ... natural resources to 'protect'.
When will this Vietnam end?
LS at 9/15/2006 03:03:00 AM
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Thursday, September 07, 2006
The crocodiles are crying
THE CROCODILES ARE CRYING
Endless visions fill my head - this man - as large as life
And instantly my heart mourns for his angels and his wife
Because the way I see Steve Irwin - just put everything aside
It comes back to his family - it comes back to his pride
His animals inclusive - Crikey - light the place with love!
Shine his star with everything he fought to rise above
The crazy-man of Khaki from the day he left the pouch
Living out his dream and in that classic 'Stevo' crouch
Exploding forth with character and redefining cheek
It's one thing to be honoured as a champion unique
It's one thing to have microphones and spotlight cameras shoved
It's another to be taken in and genuinely loved
But that was where he had it right ' I guess he always knew
From his fathers' modest reptile park and then Australia Zoo
We cringed at times and shook our heads - but true to natures call
There was something very Irwin in the make up of us all
Yes the more I care to think of it - the more he had it right
If you're going to make a difference - make it big and make it bright!
Yes - he was a lunatic! Yes - he went head first!
But he made the world feel happy with his energetic burst
A world so large and loyal that it's hard to comprehend
I doubt we truly count the warmth until life meets an end
To count it now I say a prayer with words of inspiration
May the spotlight shine forever on his dream for conservation
...My daughter broke the news to me - my six year old in tears
It was like she'd just turned old enough to show her honest fears
I tried to make some sense of it but whilst her Dad was trying
His little girl explained it best...she said “The crocodiles are crying”
Their best mate's up in heaven now - the crocs up there are smiling!
And as sure as flowers, poems and cards and memories are piling
As sure as we'll continue with the trademarks of his spiel
Of all the tributes worthy - he was rough...but he was real
As sure as 'Crikey!' fills the sky
I think we'll miss ya Steve...goodbye
RUPERT McCALL 2006
THE CROCODILES ARE CRYING
Endless visions fill my head - this man - as large as life
And instantly my heart mourns for his angels and his wife
Because the way I see Steve Irwin - just put everything aside
It comes back to his family - it comes back to his pride
His animals inclusive - Crikey - light the place with love!
Shine his star with everything he fought to rise above
The crazy-man of Khaki from the day he left the pouch
Living out his dream and in that classic 'Stevo' crouch
Exploding forth with character and redefining cheek
It's one thing to be honoured as a champion unique
It's one thing to have microphones and spotlight cameras shoved
It's another to be taken in and genuinely loved
But that was where he had it right ' I guess he always knew
From his fathers' modest reptile park and then Australia Zoo
We cringed at times and shook our heads - but true to natures call
There was something very Irwin in the make up of us all
Yes the more I care to think of it - the more he had it right
If you're going to make a difference - make it big and make it bright!
Yes - he was a lunatic! Yes - he went head first!
But he made the world feel happy with his energetic burst
A world so large and loyal that it's hard to comprehend
I doubt we truly count the warmth until life meets an end
To count it now I say a prayer with words of inspiration
May the spotlight shine forever on his dream for conservation
...My daughter broke the news to me - my six year old in tears
It was like she'd just turned old enough to show her honest fears
I tried to make some sense of it but whilst her Dad was trying
His little girl explained it best...she said “The crocodiles are crying”
Their best mate's up in heaven now - the crocs up there are smiling!
And as sure as flowers, poems and cards and memories are piling
As sure as we'll continue with the trademarks of his spiel
Of all the tributes worthy - he was rough...but he was real
As sure as 'Crikey!' fills the sky
I think we'll miss ya Steve...goodbye
RUPERT McCALL 2006
LS at 9/07/2006 08:16:00 PM
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Back to the norm
Finally have got internet connection at home and suddenly found a good deal of writing which has been needed to be typed up; so hopefully some of it can be done over the next couple days.
Forgiveness
The cold feet on concrete makes one realise, alone on a balcony overlooking a concrete jungle, that how obnoxious you have just been. Along with the obscurity and bizarre anxiety that you hear about the prospects ahead. Breaking someones heart in a split second of obtuse behaviour, you suddenly realise how precious one's thoughts are again.
This is learning that you have become selfish and somewhat twisted, however still sane that your behaviour is you.
Forgiveness
The cold feet on concrete makes one realise, alone on a balcony overlooking a concrete jungle, that how obnoxious you have just been. Along with the obscurity and bizarre anxiety that you hear about the prospects ahead. Breaking someones heart in a split second of obtuse behaviour, you suddenly realise how precious one's thoughts are again.
This is learning that you have become selfish and somewhat twisted, however still sane that your behaviour is you.
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Untitled
Crazy Women, Crazy Women
Surrounded by those dames.
Misfortunate dreamers.
Seeking infinite fame.
Pain in my gums
An ache in the head
Wanting to eat more
Until I can be no longer feed
Without the torment
There's a cavity
To feel again
Screaming from the depravity
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Conversation and mishaps
There's twenty things that are thought of within a mismatched process of conversation. They are all unique thoughts which delve into complex and paranoid emotions.
Sometimes I think of just striking out and want to sock the poor fool talking. The conversation itself could be very innocent, than all of a sudden a wave of aggression overcomes me to hurt. I'm sure a certain psychological complex.
Is it like when you drive a car and know one quick tug of a wheel you could side swipe the guy next to you or be involved in a head-on collision at your fault.
Is it like standing on a cliff-face enjoying the view or much more commonly in London on the edge of a underground track with an approaching train arriving. Which rail is the electrified one, always springs to mind though. Watch your back though, as you get the sense of paranoia thinking that you might get pushed from the overcrowding.
It's not the thought of aggression or violence, I think it's unused adrenaline.
Maybe I need to find a hobby.... or a shrink.
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Song
Six months had passed
Pain locked away in her head
Of crying out in the night
Dreaming of shadows in her bed
She kissed those lips
A hundred score
That time not yet forgotten
She would taste a hundred more
She she sung
Oh Lord, how can see
Oh Lord, where can I hear
Oh lord, I want to believe
The end of this is near
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Reply to Gina
Music to me in London is that no matter where you are, nor what you are doing, you are a part of it. A purchase of an IPOD and all the tunes stored from home makes you feel at peace. But when you go to a concert, a band, a day out in a field of grass with some of your best friends, you become more at home and remember the day with smiles.
The people you mix with give you their music. In turn you give that music to someone else who also appreciates. In part, we become this beautiful web of life and laughter once again.
Point of, when you stand on the tube in London's underground and the music you may remember at home with a friend talking about time passed or here in London listening to a radio station from the car next to you. The love of music in London has no boundaries, nor would the love of music elsewhere on your travels.
LS at 9/07/2006 04:20:00 AM
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