Listening from the edge of town,
The iron curtain, frozen frowns;
The crack of guns and bombs and screams,
It seems the men have picked their teams.
The prejudice, how far and wide;
An obvious tip to those that tried,
To rid the world of evils past,
This virus found a place to last;
To waste away the years of good,
To keep asleep the ones that would,
Find solace in the victims pain,
Would sit and laugh as they went insane.
War is the day in human head,
When reason is put to sleep in bed,
When kindness is put second too,
The violence men enjoy to do,
Through a misled sense of staying free;
Unnecessary necessity.
Men dream that one day life will be,
A world of happy harmony,
Yet they find war in trivial cause;
Some evil urge to break the laws.
Maybe one day men will see,
To fight wars does not make them free,
But peace will always keep the mind,
Clear and open, free to find,
The truth that life is far from blind.
No single person can be right,
So keep the peace, avoid the fight;
And man will reach a brand-new height.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
If I were to make my first solo album: the songs it would include
1. Be If This Were
2. The Darkness
3. Maggie
4. Don't Say
5. Here's To You
6. Semper Fidelis
7. These Fields, They Move
8. Today
9. Lost Radiance
10. The Single Reality
11. Freedom
12. Stupid Little Things
2. The Darkness
3. Maggie
4. Don't Say
5. Here's To You
6. Semper Fidelis
7. These Fields, They Move
8. Today
9. Lost Radiance
10. The Single Reality
11. Freedom
12. Stupid Little Things
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Deep and Shallow: Today's Social Paradox
I've noticed something quite distinct and unique about today's youth, a strange paradox that occurs within today's young social patterns: youth today, if you generalize them based on the majority, are both deep, fulfilled, progressive, and enlightened, as well as shallow, both at the same time (once again, in general, not in entirety).
We're deep in the sense that we wish to know much more about everything than previous generations would have been, searching for higher purposes and better detail in anything, and we demonstrate this quality quite prominently; we're fulfilled in the sense that we understand there is much more to life to come, and that we're going to take that initiative to do so, most likely once our schooling is complete; we're progressive in the sense that we implement a degree of social justice in our daily lives, and treat anyone with at least general respect, regardless of perceived social stance; and we're enlightened in the sense that we are aware of arbitrary stances and events that have taken place in the past, and have learned from the mistakes of previous generations and are sure not to re-implement the conditions that lead to such mistakes, as well as the fact that we're always looking for higher experiences.
But on the other side of things, we're shallow. How so?
Some of us still do reject people based on perceived social stance, not responding to them in an entire manner as would be expected to do for someone else, thus, in some cases, causing emotional pain; some of us have decided it's much better to ignore other peoples problems, which is fine if they're constantly over-dramatic or always negative, but some don't even wish to help out friends, let alone acquaintances, with personally large occurrences, such as helping them through a break-up, being disowned as a friend by an individual or group, losing a loved one or a close friend, or other such personal tragedies. Some decide it's better that they sit back and act as if they don't care, whether they do or don't, for their own personal reasons.
Others decide they'd rather go home and sit on the internet or watch TV after they're done at school or work then spend time with friends who really want, or need to spend time with a peer for different possible reasons, and those that do spend time with peers after work or school hours, do tend to, like most of the rest of this generation, spend hours upon hours on Facebook, MySpace, Tagged, or some other alternative social networking website, or an IM chat platform like Windows Live Messenger, Yahoo! Messenger, or Skype.
That's not to say that these social networks are bad; it's to say that they're bad in the large doses that today's young society uses them.
Alongside over-usage of the internet, a big majority of (not only) my generation spend hours upon hours watching TV, doing nothing active or productive, instead opting to find out what's next on Lost, Grey's Anatomy, or UFC. Once again, that's not to say that these are all bad in small doses, but they are life-numbing at the rate at which people these days enjoy them.
We're deep in the sense that we wish to know much more about everything than previous generations would have been, searching for higher purposes and better detail in anything, and we demonstrate this quality quite prominently; we're fulfilled in the sense that we understand there is much more to life to come, and that we're going to take that initiative to do so, most likely once our schooling is complete; we're progressive in the sense that we implement a degree of social justice in our daily lives, and treat anyone with at least general respect, regardless of perceived social stance; and we're enlightened in the sense that we are aware of arbitrary stances and events that have taken place in the past, and have learned from the mistakes of previous generations and are sure not to re-implement the conditions that lead to such mistakes, as well as the fact that we're always looking for higher experiences.
But on the other side of things, we're shallow. How so?
Some of us still do reject people based on perceived social stance, not responding to them in an entire manner as would be expected to do for someone else, thus, in some cases, causing emotional pain; some of us have decided it's much better to ignore other peoples problems, which is fine if they're constantly over-dramatic or always negative, but some don't even wish to help out friends, let alone acquaintances, with personally large occurrences, such as helping them through a break-up, being disowned as a friend by an individual or group, losing a loved one or a close friend, or other such personal tragedies. Some decide it's better that they sit back and act as if they don't care, whether they do or don't, for their own personal reasons.
Others decide they'd rather go home and sit on the internet or watch TV after they're done at school or work then spend time with friends who really want, or need to spend time with a peer for different possible reasons, and those that do spend time with peers after work or school hours, do tend to, like most of the rest of this generation, spend hours upon hours on Facebook, MySpace, Tagged, or some other alternative social networking website, or an IM chat platform like Windows Live Messenger, Yahoo! Messenger, or Skype.
That's not to say that these social networks are bad; it's to say that they're bad in the large doses that today's young society uses them.
Alongside over-usage of the internet, a big majority of (not only) my generation spend hours upon hours watching TV, doing nothing active or productive, instead opting to find out what's next on Lost, Grey's Anatomy, or UFC. Once again, that's not to say that these are all bad in small doses, but they are life-numbing at the rate at which people these days enjoy them.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Rules were meant to be broken
Is an incorrect analysis; rules were meant to keep order, attempt to guide people to what the rule-maker(s) see as what's best for them.
That doesn't mean I don't create my own outcome, or destiny as some might call it.
It's not that I don't like working by a schedule, even for things such as school; it's just that I like having the option of not having to follow it if I so wish; I really don't see why I'm so obliged to be present at school every day they want me to be, although I do understand why I do, indeed, need to be present at school in general, and am indeed thankful for the privilege of education which was dictated upon me from the age of 4 onwards (and I'm not being sarcastic).
One thing I'm afraid of about myself is the fact that I may subconsciously become comfortable with skipping class so often that it could potentially lead to an unwanted outcome, and I'm going to need to commandeer as much of my subconscious being as possible to avoid such a comfort, and still be alright with ditching class every once in a while for multiple reasons, some of which include: spending time with old friends, suddenly becoming sick, over-weariness, going on a vacation of some sort, deciding it's better to fall asleep in a beach-side meadow under the sun than to sit in Film & TV class for the third time that week and listen to the more popular people in the group talk about their great vacation plans for the near-future, as well as the simple desire for a time off from the hectic social sphere, as well as school work sphere, of my life.
I'm aware that many see this as wrong, and will call me lazy, and/or endangering my future success; while others simply don't take opinion on the matter, as they may do it from time to time, and others agree with me for many different reasons of their own, which can't really be characterized by what I've got written down here.
In terms of a job schedule, I'd take it much more seriously then I do the schedule at school, due to the fact that I'd be getting paid a decent amount per hour to do the job, as well as the fact that it'd be much easier then having to sit in a classroom for 6 hours and 15 minutes a day and realize I'm getting nothing out of the teacher's lesson on how to count the amount of clauses in a given sentence, or sit in guitar class and be unable to hear the teacher yell what chords to play over the sound of everyone else; although I will admit, I need to start practicing the warm-ups he's been teaching us that I'm really having trouble wrapping my head around, and watch in slightly annoyed, yet humble disbelief at the novices as they pick it up much quicker then I do.
I'm not going to lie; I write this article to you right now at my home, when I'm supposed to be sitting in English class doing God knows what, whether I'd enjoy it or not.
This morning, I decided I wanted to sleep in and not go to my Digital Media class, as it's a quite laid-back class, and I have the same teacher for Film & TV which I do indeed plan to attend today, giving me the chance to do whatever it is he wanted me to do in Digital Media during the slow brainstorming period of my Film class. I ended up waking up and 9:40 AM, and showered as quick as I could as to attempt to make it to English in time; as I was attempting to make my breakfast, the toaster appeared to stop working properly, so I was fooling around with it in a vein attempt to make it keep the toast down instead of popping it right back up as soon as I moved my hand away, to no avail. When I looked at my watch, it was 5 minutes until my English class started, and I knew that, no matter what, I was going to be at least about 20 minutes late. Finally, I made the half-toasted toast, and ate it anyways, quickly moving on to drink my coffee there-after. By this time, my class had started about 5 minutes ago, and I began to debate in my mind whether I should just not go anyways, and make sure I don't skip many more of the same class due to it being my only real academic for the semester.
Finally, I decided I'd just leave for school just prior to the lunch-break period, and promised to myself that if I skip any class, I can't skip more than 1 class of it per week, except for English, where I can't skip more than 1 class per every 3 weeks (unless I'm legitimately sick or something), and must make sure to get caught up quickly on what I missed the following day.
Along which such ground-rules I've laid down in my head, I also decided to add that I could only miss English if I happened to be sick, going on a family vacation, was already so late I didn't think it was worth going at all for the day, or I knew their was nothing important at all going on that particular day, and decided I wanted to use my 'once every 3 weeks' day; in which I promise myself I won't miss any other class for the remainder of that week.
I think that's a fair psychological system to work off of. Disagree? You must be one parents then. If not, and you disagree for separate reasons, please, leave a constructive comment on why you disagree; who knows? Maybe you'll change my thinking.
If you agree with me, but feel you want to add to, or subtract from what I've said, once again; I encourage you to leave a constructive comment as well.
That doesn't mean I don't create my own outcome, or destiny as some might call it.
It's not that I don't like working by a schedule, even for things such as school; it's just that I like having the option of not having to follow it if I so wish; I really don't see why I'm so obliged to be present at school every day they want me to be, although I do understand why I do, indeed, need to be present at school in general, and am indeed thankful for the privilege of education which was dictated upon me from the age of 4 onwards (and I'm not being sarcastic).
One thing I'm afraid of about myself is the fact that I may subconsciously become comfortable with skipping class so often that it could potentially lead to an unwanted outcome, and I'm going to need to commandeer as much of my subconscious being as possible to avoid such a comfort, and still be alright with ditching class every once in a while for multiple reasons, some of which include: spending time with old friends, suddenly becoming sick, over-weariness, going on a vacation of some sort, deciding it's better to fall asleep in a beach-side meadow under the sun than to sit in Film & TV class for the third time that week and listen to the more popular people in the group talk about their great vacation plans for the near-future, as well as the simple desire for a time off from the hectic social sphere, as well as school work sphere, of my life.
I'm aware that many see this as wrong, and will call me lazy, and/or endangering my future success; while others simply don't take opinion on the matter, as they may do it from time to time, and others agree with me for many different reasons of their own, which can't really be characterized by what I've got written down here.
In terms of a job schedule, I'd take it much more seriously then I do the schedule at school, due to the fact that I'd be getting paid a decent amount per hour to do the job, as well as the fact that it'd be much easier then having to sit in a classroom for 6 hours and 15 minutes a day and realize I'm getting nothing out of the teacher's lesson on how to count the amount of clauses in a given sentence, or sit in guitar class and be unable to hear the teacher yell what chords to play over the sound of everyone else; although I will admit, I need to start practicing the warm-ups he's been teaching us that I'm really having trouble wrapping my head around, and watch in slightly annoyed, yet humble disbelief at the novices as they pick it up much quicker then I do.
I'm not going to lie; I write this article to you right now at my home, when I'm supposed to be sitting in English class doing God knows what, whether I'd enjoy it or not.
This morning, I decided I wanted to sleep in and not go to my Digital Media class, as it's a quite laid-back class, and I have the same teacher for Film & TV which I do indeed plan to attend today, giving me the chance to do whatever it is he wanted me to do in Digital Media during the slow brainstorming period of my Film class. I ended up waking up and 9:40 AM, and showered as quick as I could as to attempt to make it to English in time; as I was attempting to make my breakfast, the toaster appeared to stop working properly, so I was fooling around with it in a vein attempt to make it keep the toast down instead of popping it right back up as soon as I moved my hand away, to no avail. When I looked at my watch, it was 5 minutes until my English class started, and I knew that, no matter what, I was going to be at least about 20 minutes late. Finally, I made the half-toasted toast, and ate it anyways, quickly moving on to drink my coffee there-after. By this time, my class had started about 5 minutes ago, and I began to debate in my mind whether I should just not go anyways, and make sure I don't skip many more of the same class due to it being my only real academic for the semester.
Finally, I decided I'd just leave for school just prior to the lunch-break period, and promised to myself that if I skip any class, I can't skip more than 1 class of it per week, except for English, where I can't skip more than 1 class per every 3 weeks (unless I'm legitimately sick or something), and must make sure to get caught up quickly on what I missed the following day.
Along which such ground-rules I've laid down in my head, I also decided to add that I could only miss English if I happened to be sick, going on a family vacation, was already so late I didn't think it was worth going at all for the day, or I knew their was nothing important at all going on that particular day, and decided I wanted to use my 'once every 3 weeks' day; in which I promise myself I won't miss any other class for the remainder of that week.
I think that's a fair psychological system to work off of. Disagree? You must be one parents then. If not, and you disagree for separate reasons, please, leave a constructive comment on why you disagree; who knows? Maybe you'll change my thinking.
If you agree with me, but feel you want to add to, or subtract from what I've said, once again; I encourage you to leave a constructive comment as well.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Be If This Were.
Planets built upon nothing but sand,
And a slight hint of stone;
Please pick up the phone.
London bright-lights and an island-nations dreams,
Slip straight out the door;
And leak onto the floor.
The decay under cupboard hinges,
The place you can't clean,
Does that not sound serene?
That state of mind where other people seem so distant,
That you forget who you are,
As if you've been replaced with tar.
The world you knew,
It's not so blue;
In anything but color and looks;
The land you sail,
Is not from that where you hail;
Your chasing the worlds tail.
The car exhaust,
Just as marring the cost,
The short drive of calm and of something so lost.
The broken soul,
At the fast food restaurants toll,
Sped this world up only slightly before.
The systems flash blue,
Giving me permission too,
Find the pedal,
Hit the gas,
No more sitting back and allow pass.
Blind cyclops are the former depth perceptions grasp,
Cus life is just one long time lapse;
Tell me things, I'll ignore,
I know it'll open some kind of door.
I know somewhere, someone has,
Tripped on mental signals and,
Can't get back up to find their way,
Or tell the world what they got to say.
Please leave,
The virtual world alone,
Please let,
Me finish my snow cone,
Please fall,
Into the waters calm,
Please call,
If you wish to read my palm;
My palm.
And a slight hint of stone;
Please pick up the phone.
London bright-lights and an island-nations dreams,
Slip straight out the door;
And leak onto the floor.
The decay under cupboard hinges,
The place you can't clean,
Does that not sound serene?
That state of mind where other people seem so distant,
That you forget who you are,
As if you've been replaced with tar.
The world you knew,
It's not so blue;
In anything but color and looks;
The land you sail,
Is not from that where you hail;
Your chasing the worlds tail.
The car exhaust,
Just as marring the cost,
The short drive of calm and of something so lost.
The broken soul,
At the fast food restaurants toll,
Sped this world up only slightly before.
The systems flash blue,
Giving me permission too,
Find the pedal,
Hit the gas,
No more sitting back and allow pass.
Blind cyclops are the former depth perceptions grasp,
Cus life is just one long time lapse;
Tell me things, I'll ignore,
I know it'll open some kind of door.
I know somewhere, someone has,
Tripped on mental signals and,
Can't get back up to find their way,
Or tell the world what they got to say.
Please leave,
The virtual world alone,
Please let,
Me finish my snow cone,
Please fall,
Into the waters calm,
Please call,
If you wish to read my palm;
My palm.
Maggie didn't know the answer to the question. Maggie didn't understand the question, because Maggie didn't understand life. Maggie understood enough to understand, that no one really understands anything.
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