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OK! decision reached. I am going to start submitting my poetry onto Deviant art its probably high time i did. I should also scan my sketches and pop them in, but all in good time.

An interesting fact i came across today worth sharing is the difference of opinion toward Western Civilization that people from Third World backgrounds hold, compared to our own.

Many of us find interest and intrigue in the idea of seeing the Third World standard of living, not through the eyes of the media, but through the eyes of our own experience and understanding.
A friend of mine from that heritage believes it is not worth visiting, that we should be happy with our happiness and not take on a burden like that understanding. That we should sympathize and help, but not try to get too involved.

I look at things here with the eye of one who knows no worse. Who would go three days without eating if it meant that people who were worse off got my share.

He says i should stay at home rather than experience what it is like within war ridden areas, that i dont know and im better off not knowing.
He still remembers an incident with Gorrilas from his childhood, and that took everything away from him.
He remembers living off one small meal a day
He would rather be fat and happy
He never ever wants to go back
He laughs at the thought of his fortune and eats for those there who cant, his sympathy is with them but he has moved on.

I remember getting the essentials given to me and not taken away.
I remember living off five small meals a day
I remember wanting to be thin and happy - just to understand what its like ...
to not be fat and unhappy.
I want to go there and come home
I cry at the thought of my fortune and don't eat in compassion for those who cant, my sympathy is with them but i cannot move on from something i have not witnessed.

They are us, we are them, and when push comes to shove, i would rather die for all of humanity, than just the civilization that lives well.

Old Friends

Is there an absence of reflection
Within your startled mind my friend?
I find -
Myself as shocked as you.

Are your eyes as wide as wide eyes? Shut.
Within your startled sockets friend?
I love -
Everything i do to you.

Is it true what you say you will and
Will not do my friend?
I start -
To put my faith in you.

We've worked so long to make
This moment true my friend.
So take -
And like old friends; i'll share with you.



Im sorry pommie

Old Friends

Is there an absence of reflection
Within your startled mind my friend?
I find -
Myself as shocked as you.

Are your eyes as wide as wide eyes? Shut.
Within your startled sockets friend?
I love -
Everything i do to you.

Is it true what you say you will and
Will not do my friend?
I start -
To put my faith in you.

We've worked so long to make
This moment true my friend.
So take -
And like old friends; i'll share with you.

Life Lives on Tomorrow.

Tomorrow... I await with baited breath...
As a junkie waits for their crystal meth.
With baited breath, I brush the thought aside.
Ill hold on tight, just take me for the ride.

I want to feel the fire burn my skin.
It's no masochistic habit that i'm in.
Its not a sin, to want to live some more.
After all thats what this roller-coaster's for.

I'll twirl until the dawn lights up the sand,
Until the drums cease, with their worn out band.
The sticks, they land, we'll hit the sandy floor,
And bask within the life we all adore.

And like a metaphor for life the fire grows old
Smoke flies from in the ashes, life gone cold.
I know its bold, to err is human i am aware,
We seek to find the 'more' that lurks out there...

Its like some lost, secret, unconscious law
But what 'more' could we be looking for?



Maybe i should start posting my poetry and that... i just always thought that less attention was paid to the literature on Deviant Art... compared to the spectacular colour of interest that the actual art seems to inspire... correct me if im wrong on that one...

Going fire twirling in mooloolaba tomorrow. (cant spell it...)

SO TIRED><

Well that was fun. I just spent around 5 hours twirling... except, because i'm yet to get the equipment i have been using dads broom handle... Hes not to happy with me at the moment. My hands are DEAD. And im sure ive added at least 12 bruises to the collection... Work in a few hours. By the way... have a map



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