http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVf2EeTMNJo
I feel urged to post this link and the lyrics to it in hopes that it will be read by a very important person.
"Illusion"
I know it's hard to tell
How mixed up you feel
Hoping what you need
Is behind every door
Each time you get hurt
I don't want you to change
'Cause everyone has hopes
You're human after all
The feeling sometimes
Wishing you were someone else
Feeling as though
You never belong
This feeling is not sadness
This feeling is not joy
I truly understand
Please don't cry now
Please don't go
I want you to stay
I'm begging you please
Please don't leave here
I don't want you to hate
For all the hurt that you feel
The world is just illusion
Trying to change you
Being like you are
Well this is something else
Who would comprehend
That some bad do lay claim
Divine purpose blesses them
That's not what I believe
And it doesn't matter anyway
A part of your soul
Ties you to the next world
Or maybe to the last
But I'm still not sure
But what I do know
Is to us the world is different
As we are to the world
I guess you would know that
Please don't go
I want you to stay
I'm begging you please
Please don't leave here
I don't want you to hate
For all the hurt that you feel
The world is just illusion
Trying to change you
Please don't go
I want you to stay
I'm begging you please
Oh please don't leave here
I don't want you to change
For all the hurt that you feel
This world is just illusion
Always trying to change you
What I see within my eyes brings inspiration for kindness and compassion. The light kept within draws all who love me and I love close when they turn astray and fall within the darkness. Never allow fear to consume you, dear. Feel the peace and serenity flow from within. Do not laugh in the face of the evil, but keep your distance. Feel the warmth and happiness glow inside, and enjoy the growth of such. Reach your arms into the sky and mourn the past but revel in the future. Come home to the light, lap in the luxury of the good and fair. Allow such to bathe you in purity, removing all that has tarnished your being. Allow that smile to creep across your face and wrap you in happiness. Always love openly and deeply. When you fear darkness encroach on you, follow the light. Keep your steps light but true. For I am the Lighthouse, the bringer of peace, hope, and light to all.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Fuck children.
I noticed something earlier this evening that caught my attention in an upsetting way. I was leaving a local pizza joint, picking up dinner for the night, when I noticed a man walking down the sidewalk. It appeared he was twitching as he walked. I sat and watched him leave as I let my car cool down (because it is hotter than balls in Texas right now) and started paying more attention to how he looked - from the outside, he was wearing dirty, slightly ragged clothing, and almost looked as if he were having a conversation with himself. As I go to start my car, I hear a car horn. I look to find the source, and it's a jacked up truck which appeared as if it has just finished mudding with its riders, and I see three rednecks flip the bird and yell at this poor guy walking down the road.
Oh, did I forget to mention the gentleman walking down the road was African American?
It made me think back to when I lived in East Texas for a brief period. I started out in a lovely apartment complex full of happy family and college students too busy with their studies to be too crazy with their partying, but due to unfortunate circumstances, my ex and I were evicted. Because of this, we were forced to find a place to live last-minute, which ended up being a complex called Northpark. This place was the type where you could walk in the office door, give them cash, and have your apartment within minutes. Because of this, a lot of grungy people lived there. In fact, the racial demographic leaned toward African Americans - I don't think I ever saw more than five white people who didn't work there at the complex at any given point. I also didn't have a car, so I ended up either walking or taking the bus to work. Also, I am a curvy woman, which gained the wrong kind of attention from the people who resided in my complex. I remember a very specific time where my ex was at work and I was leaving my apartment to catch a cab ride (which I ended up having to take whenever my shift was too late to grab a bus ride or if it was the weekend) when I noticed a man following me around the building and outside. I felt extremely uncomfortable, and every day after that, I made it a point to never be outside of my apartment by myself unless someone was with me or I had someone waiting for me outside. I even went so far as to paying my cab drivers extra money to watch me walk up the stairs, ensuring my safety to my door ... although after a few times of paying extra, I didn't even have to ask. I owe so much to the cab system in that little town.
Sorry for the deviation in my story.
At any rate, I would sometimes walk to work; it was barely a mile from my apartment door to the door of my workplace. Every single day I walked, I would get constant honking and negative attention from people driving down the road, as if I were some dirty neanderthal or freak-show for even thinking of attempting to get to work. This type of attention resulted in my relying on the cab system more and more often on the weekends and for later shifts, and hardly ever walking anywhere. I felt ashamed for not being able to drive the extremely short distance just to get to work so I could afford living in the less than exceptional complex I lived in.
Why do people feel the need to bring others down just for having less than them? And why do people give others shit for being a race they don't approve of?
Oh, did I forget to mention the gentleman walking down the road was African American?
It made me think back to when I lived in East Texas for a brief period. I started out in a lovely apartment complex full of happy family and college students too busy with their studies to be too crazy with their partying, but due to unfortunate circumstances, my ex and I were evicted. Because of this, we were forced to find a place to live last-minute, which ended up being a complex called Northpark. This place was the type where you could walk in the office door, give them cash, and have your apartment within minutes. Because of this, a lot of grungy people lived there. In fact, the racial demographic leaned toward African Americans - I don't think I ever saw more than five white people who didn't work there at the complex at any given point. I also didn't have a car, so I ended up either walking or taking the bus to work. Also, I am a curvy woman, which gained the wrong kind of attention from the people who resided in my complex. I remember a very specific time where my ex was at work and I was leaving my apartment to catch a cab ride (which I ended up having to take whenever my shift was too late to grab a bus ride or if it was the weekend) when I noticed a man following me around the building and outside. I felt extremely uncomfortable, and every day after that, I made it a point to never be outside of my apartment by myself unless someone was with me or I had someone waiting for me outside. I even went so far as to paying my cab drivers extra money to watch me walk up the stairs, ensuring my safety to my door ... although after a few times of paying extra, I didn't even have to ask. I owe so much to the cab system in that little town.
Sorry for the deviation in my story.
At any rate, I would sometimes walk to work; it was barely a mile from my apartment door to the door of my workplace. Every single day I walked, I would get constant honking and negative attention from people driving down the road, as if I were some dirty neanderthal or freak-show for even thinking of attempting to get to work. This type of attention resulted in my relying on the cab system more and more often on the weekends and for later shifts, and hardly ever walking anywhere. I felt ashamed for not being able to drive the extremely short distance just to get to work so I could afford living in the less than exceptional complex I lived in.
Why do people feel the need to bring others down just for having less than them? And why do people give others shit for being a race they don't approve of?
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