i really want the life i live to be full. Full of energy, life itself and hope and good solid right! i get hit in the face with the devil and i deny the feeling. I am blessed. beyond anything that can be defined. I have the best friend everyone has ever wanted, the best granny ever and the friends that are there are amazing to even deal with me. I grow in myself constantly; knowing my faults and not taking critique personally. I need no one but God but haave so many more. There are no ideas that can compare to the rollercoaster that is my life. i feel and it feels surreal. but i am happy in it.

I get no other chance and i need none.. i am happy in it. and i will rejoice and be glad...

War Child

War child, with the stains of a million years on your face,

your naked body scratched and bruised by a war that is not yours,

but it is one you will have to continue to pretend to finish.



The wet in your eyes holds stories that will never seep from your lips.

Your stains will form you into the next militant,

and is that not your fault?



The fault of nations colliding is stamped into your DNA,

like an unwanted chromosone.



The fault line of the future is weak in your skin,

and the blood you have drenching your hands,

was the only way you knew to handle the situation.



Where is the God that is for the Child that has the stains of a million years on his face?

Where is the War childs God,



Where is the Genocide Angel

Where is the Guerilla angel

Where is the Suicide Bomber angel



Where is the War childs Chance in Hell to present its case to the final judgement!



"It is not my fault! I am only a solid product of my direct enviroment!"

War child with your stained heart and your weak mind! Build your strength in the reliability of those that wage hate amongst the human Race! War child Present your case!



Who will represent you in your time of need....

War child, you have no needs..

your product is of those that minipulate your weakness.. your youth is your curse. But your curse is your own.



War child, kill yourself before they do it for you.. sign your own warrant of death ,and then your ineveitables will be stopped and you can pass through with out the worry of needing a representitive.



War child wipe your face and and rid your self of history, we dont need a war child release, we already have enough disease!

Eurtepe

I feel like Euterpe. I am rejoicing and giving pleasure to the one I seek. I fill the Air with my hearts music hoping that he will come. Playfully I lure him in playing the flutes, dancing, chirping, splattering paint if need be. Whatever may bring him closer to me, I will muse him. I will be his siren but not his demise. Unlike the 8 other sisters and Homer, I refuse to drown him in his fantasy.

I want to Muse to make him a greateer being. I want him to create more and more so to not stagnate.
I want his soul too, but I want everyone to have a peice of his creativity. I want to look into his eyes and see my breath, in each blink I want to mollify into his smile.
The tune that floats with each bat of his lash will slide over my cheek as I inhale the breath that it makes my lungs yern. I will suffocate in his exhale.

Is this an Illusion? No, I am the Muse that eludes his soul. I will take him in my mouth and make him my flute, I will employ his heart and let him relax... as he creates the love I feel for him in my soul by simply looking at me.. I am his Muse. I need to call no other body!

I want to live! Love!

I am free. I am solid and revolutional. I have came to terms with the fact that material things are a myopic curse. I visualize myself with a life free of these materials that I find myself embodying. I want to lose the sight of the worldly things and become an invisible entity. Creating things and words that will touch people without a mundane concomitant. I want to caper in my bare feet and feel nothing but happiness. And with all that happiness I consume with the simple sand in my toes, I want to watch it spread. I want to kiss the lips of a lover with out the binds of labeling. I want to be free in the thought of them. I want to make love with them and embrace the fact that they are human and not worldly. I want to create without procreating. I want to close my eyes and glide through the rings of Saturn. Dance in the light of the nebula. What is it that makes us humans so un volatile. Change is good. It keeps me entertained. I love to love and I love to live. I want to be free of the constant chaos that all the angry energies of the bureaucracies place into our societies. The human race is killing itself and it saddens me. But, I have realized in my venture that I cannot waste my time on things I have no control over. I should begin with the control I know I do have, and that is my direct area! I will control my feelings and my surroundings and go from there. I will smile with my smiles and sing with my lovers(physical and mental). I want to make my self complete in the eyes of those who appreciate the good in life.

I want to live!

Sitting patiently in the waiting room of the hospital I observe the little old ladies and men as they cackle, snore and cough. I hate hospitals. It really bothers me that we will all eventually fall apart and not be able to take care of our selves. Really, all this time spent to reflect and return to our childhood, only to be more difficult due to size. The diapers get bigger as the skin begins to sag and the mind begins to forget all the good times you put all your heart into. What is the reasoning behind this? It almost seems unreasonable. People go everyday with the thought that the moment that they live in is the only moment available. But as i sit here in my boredom and think, there are a million others out there doing the same process, just different outcomes. Every idea different. All these little thoughts processed and to only be waisted away in wrinkly mass of death. I believe that my soul will be sent to God when i die. I just don't understand all this around me. Where did it all come from. OR is the purpose of all this to just have no purpose. All this time wasted on wondering is a filler for the fact that there is nothing there to worry about. we live, we die, walla. WE are a disease almost. we eat up every natural resource out there, even the ones we personally do not need. We are a spot on the lung of mother nature. I was observing the pictures of the Hubble telescope, fantastic, really makes you think about how small we really are. Are we an explosion of gas contained and framed by our inner gravitational pull? I am sooooo confused.
The walls in the hospital are covered with still framed canvas printed memories. Memories of maybe adventures or back yard views. They are covered with Butterfly topped flowers, exotic birds and labored sunsets. Mosaic art, obviously from an impressionist vision. All this creativity to sit and be viewed and be forgotten. I feel alone when i stare at these pictures. I try to think how I wish that I could be these photos. Never aging; stuck in a moment of beauty for all eternity. Someone strolling can stop and glance and when they look in my still permanent staring eyes and can see a history, and/ or make there own for me. But, my soul will be encapsulated in that stare, starring back. Hoping for them to take a picture of the picture and pass it on to be sent through time as a passer-by's thoughts. Now that would be the way to travel.
The carpet of the hospital reminds me of a cheap hotel in Puerto Rico. I can see Hunter S. Thompson in the front desk area checking in. The bamboo leaf silhouettes surrounded by the different shades of beige greens mix well to give you that in land beach scene feel. i bet there are mites in it. I bet they live there, sipping there toe skin cocktails and forging little facilities for there non structural being? what am i talking about.
We chose the kids section to sit in. We have our own TV and our own little section. no kids yet, thank God. don't think i could handle that right now, the hospital has taken over my mental and i think i might need to go drink some hand sanitizer i am getting lost.

It's Late

Thoughts illuminate in me, it’s late. I have been mingling with all my thoughts, and approaching them quite profoundly. With ease I ease into them daily and drinking my wine I sit and carry them forward and edit them into a small few, a clique. A clique of thoughts maintained by my intake of Vino. The fermented juice seeps into these thoughts and makes them more flexible, but with an alcoholic’s edge. Random togetherness are these thoughts. they have taken over daily but are not controlling. My heart beats FAST when they conversed with me and I become their friend. It’s Late and I am happy with the thoughts that are here. They are dreamy and in Latin. My wine is American but understands where they are from. It breathes life into what is needed for them to fluctuate into movement, and it is late I just wish that the thoughts would or could drift into you while you sleep. They would seep into your lips like the finest wine. Taking your breath and mingling with your thoughts. My thoughts would intoxify your mind as you sleep a million miles away. You, my dear, are intoxicating. And you could be my wine. You make my thoughts tingle and unwind. It is late and I need to sleep, but one of my thoughts is of you sleeping. And it wants to hang out a little longer.

In this thought I can see your mouth, lips slightly parted and breathy, eyes are twitching in your dreams; your slumber's thoughts. I can smell your skin. It smells of paint, and Art and ink a slight back ground of the finest cigars and of sweet, fresh grapes and natural beings. I can hear your heart beat in this thought, it misses only one and that is the beat that is taken by my thought entering lucidly form a million miles away. Rose petal lips drip with my thoughts like dew stretches the whole earth. I want to be so close I can smell your thoughts, your skin, tus ojos. the corners of your mouth turn and up and your tongue moistens your parted lips bringing them together for a brief moment slowly sticking, they part in that slight interruption. FEEL ME in your dreams?

That thought doesn't want to leave and with each Sauvignon sip it gets moister. I really hope you are dreaming of me. See how I was taken over, a thought of something I have never seen has TAKEN ME, but very tactfully. It is late and I need my thoughts to leave me, to turn into a dream as well, but never permanently oh how I would love for them to become reality?!

A bit

Knowing that I have to get up at 5am really keeps me from falling asleep. I have been thinking a lot about this Haiti earthquake. I am super happy that a lot of people are supporting this country in a time of need, but am broken because I realize that a lot of people have proven how much they have forgotten about the harsh reality that America is facing right now. A weak country falls fast, but a strong country falls slow and hard. We are so arrogant that we forget we too can become a country of despair. We have homeless on every street corner, hospitals that cannot contain the people that are in them. We are crumbling before our own eyes because they are shut. Why is it that we are so willing to help people of other nations, and we cannot even feed the kids we have in our own country or, even closer, our communities. I really ache for people. I have seen the depths of poverty first hand, and it is not something we as Americans want. I can vent all night on this, but it is going to go to deaf ears. Hell, no body ever reads this shit any way. I am just another lost verb in a Internet full opinions and polls. A voice quieted by its own toung.

I thank God right now that I am blessed with the chance for an education, to have a plate of food when I want it and even without a dollar in my pocket, I know I will never go without.

With out a doubt, we are a blessed country. But, slowly our blessings are being counted down to the day we stand in streets of rubble, and disease rides over our skins and binds us to the hell we are creating, all because we are not paying attention to our surroundings. We are only looking over to the other side of the fence, and it just happens that the grass is not greener, just bloodier and more heart wrenching. Their will be a time when we need the help of others and they are not going to be there. They are going to take all that we "borrowed" and use it as collateral to take our FREE? nation away from us and make it their own, because we were to busy worrying about others problems that we forgot about our own. I am saddened. I am disappointed. I wish and PRAY for a change in the way people look at our country and the way they laugh and mock us, because they know that we are heading strait down into a ditch a million miles deep that is slowly being covered by the dirt of other nations. We have become followers of our own demise. We have taken away the health care of our elders and gave it to those who wont work.

I know that I am jumping from one point to another, but their is so much to take in I can not stay on one track. I have been all over this world and have seen the silliness and greed, and how years of negativity have warped the minds of people that live on it. We are becoming an epidemic of the planet. We are just taking it very slowly.

I don't really know where I am going with this, but I do know that my heart beats and reaches out to any one who understands that this is a time of separation of good and evil. Ignorance has now became the new evil. It has become a word that is laying the groundwork for destruction. We are turning against ourselves in a battle for power and glory , of what? When we take our last breath it will all be here for someone else to throw away. A pile of garbage that will sit and one day become the home of little ones rummaging through like a Nicaraguan house party. This is what we are striving for.

Gabby Gabbs: The Miscommunication of a Woman’s Role in Society

Gabby Gabbs: The Miscommunication of a Woman’s Role in Society

The Miscommunication of a Woman’s Role in Society

In society, as well as marriage, gender roles have truly changed for a noticeable, positive growth. Today women are independent and can speak their minds without judgment; or can they? Due to the rise in feminism and the imbedded traditions of a woman’s submissiveness to man, you realize how the progress of women in society, and in marriage, are moving a lot slower than should be had women always been given equal opportunity and the chance to communicate their ideas without stereotyping. Deborah Tannen’s, “Sex, Lies and Conversation,” and Lucy Hawke’s, “Gender-roles within American Marriage: Are they Really Changing,” cover these ideas thoroughly, and make a valid statement to where women could be and are, in place of gender role change and how it is being communicated through both sexes.
Tannen creates an idea based on communication clamming that in her research women, over men, state their number one reason for divorce was a lack of communication, calling the nearly 50 percent divorce rate, “… a virtual epidemic of failed communication.” Continuing into this idea, she observes that men’s communication is, “based less on talking and more on doing things together,” and for women, “Talk is the thread from which [intimacy] is woven.” This creates the stereotypes of the “emotional woman”. Because this is what men see at home, they therefore assume that women are going to bring theses emotions into their social life and the job-force, making women more subject to fold under the pressures of making hard decisions that affect society.
Hawke observes a more political approach. Through her ideas of feminism, she makes woman seem oppressed more so than submissive. Her article creates a scenario that women never had a “voice” so lack of communication was inevitable. The idea is that women were only given the chance to move up in society and become desegregated through convenience and challenging times. In support of these ideas Hawke states, “During WWII, women’s roles were drastically changed due to the need to support the economy of the war effort,” making a strong argument that people are only important when times get rough. Hawke said, “…both men and women were expected to return to their traditional pre-war roles,” and the women of that era were not happy with the idea of their life being dominated by traditional thinking because they were bringing out of the home and into the work place.
The so called overly expressed emotions of women have not only been discriminated in the past, but in both society and marriage, they have been idealized as a weakness; a way to make women look lesser than there “manly” counterparts. The relationships that they have had with men in marriage have established insecurity in their social ability to express themselves. When working, women in today’s age tend to put their emotions into what they believe. They express ideas with a more than logical forcefulness, creating vivid points of how it is going to affect human’s outward idea of life, and also glimpses into eternal emotional battles that they might have when making important decisions. This makes men uncomfortable since emotionally they can be incompetent. Tannen says, “Men live in a hierarchical world, where talk maintains independence and status,” they want to protect themselves, “… from being put down and pushed around.” They do not want to be pushed, but are ok with being the pusher. How this manages to be logical astounds me; this is hypocritical and has created a brick wall for growth in society, not just for women, but for all races and genders. I believe that this is vaguely yet finally being noticed due to a small, powerful article in the January 2nd -8th , 2010 print of “The Economist”. “Womenomics”, written by Joseph Schumpeter, shows that “the art of war” is not necessary in everyday trials. “Some of today’s most influential feminist contend that women will never fulfill their potential if they play by men’s rules.” He also adds that, “[Women] are less aggressive and more consensus-seeking, less competitive and more collaborative, less power-obsessed and more group-oriented.” This shows that women are creating a more joint force, one to not be reckoned with. Why can women raise the kids that mold society but can’t take society as a child and create security for everyone without being scrutinizedor stereotyped? This is answered by the roots of tradition.
Traditionally, through fault of Eve, women were cursed into submission to men for the eating of the forbidden fruit. Women were given the chance to be completely equal and failed through disobedience to God. In the beginning they were created equal. God saw that Adam was alone, and created woman from his rib. Adam called her “woman” and said that they were one, (Gen. 2:23-24). Over years this theological idea has been misinterpreted as the foundation for the so called oppression of women. Since the beginning of men’s time on earth communication from a woman has been taken as a lower point of view. Time has proven that the woman’s job is to nurture and submit, doing whatever the man in her life sees as fit to the family needs. Just as all things, evolution plays a role. Can the curse be broken? Women once again are moving up to the side of man rather than beneath. This creates a better communication between sexes, and helps develop understanding that women are not trying to antagonize men by trying to be better at what they do. They are simply trying to state that they are human and are able to balance good and evil, right and wrong, once again in a society ruled by years of one-sided aggressiveness. In marriage for a man and woman to understand each other is necessary, and submissiveness is sometimes needed to form understanding. As Tannen puts it, “In these times of resurgent ethnic conflicts, the world desperately needs cross-cultural understanding,” and this communication should start at home. Once these things become clear in the home between partners the rest falls into place. That is why women of the past have planted seeds of understanding into their children, so that they can take it out into the world and prove their ideas. Now, they are able to take it and sew it into society themselves. Men are now able to add to their children’s lives more intimately as well. Hawke says that it is now acceptable for women to work and men to be “At-home Dads.” This is reasonable and balances the idea of equality out; it takes away from the one-sidedness of society and marriage proving that women were made to be companions and not enemies. Women can still be the caretaker and supply to the family with emotion, but they do not have to continue to succumb to stereotypes created to demean and trick them into submission through society’s misinterpreted views of traditional values.
To figure out why women have to struggle to get ahead truly boils down to the way society has sterotyped them in the past. Just as minorities struggle with past afflictions, women have struggled against the odds since the day she was molded out of the bone man. Even though God made this, this way, it is proven through even scripture there is always room for change when the change made is the best for all the people of this world. Let it go, and move on. To hold onto the past allows no room for you to grab the future. Women are raising the bars in the economy as they have always done in the home. By using women for necessity, society has created a force that is growing and so for the good of humanity. We will learn one day that it is not who wears the pants in society but who can put them on correctly.