Alone, with the illicit memory of a life once lived, once savoured for the pure life it truely was. And in one, fatal grasp, all is gone. And, no matter how how you wish, no matter how often you reflect, you can never pin down the feathers of a fleeting memory.

Once it has come within existance, it quickly moves out of the future, into the present, and into the past. We cannot manipulate time, control law of physics, and send the word of mankind truth spiralling back into subduity. Quite simply, it is, because it is. Things are born, and they are quickly reverberated into the shadow of the past.

-Bolls

On my mind right now.

Poverty Fear Oppression Injustice

Ugly words that pierce the nightsky like a thousand rusty knives.
Words that shatter the pure silence like a piercing scream.

Infecting minds, and bending perepectives beyond repair.

Heal this world Heal my heart. I can actually hear the mantra as it races around your brain, filling every nook an cranny with the faintest glimmer of hope.
I see the glint in your eyes. You see a way. You see hope. I want to pull the blinds up from the window, let us be bathed in the gloryfyng warm light.

I want the light to emit from our bodies as we cling in fierce embrace.

This hope is possible. Why?

Because we have Love. The age old cliche. An unseen force, gifting the ability to see things in the way they are supposed o be. To each is to love life, and other people.
If there were more of this love, I daresay that the lust for greed would be greatly quelled.

Another war is another chink of armor removed from the thin shell that is humanity.

War makes me weep.

No really, it does.

Teach. Respect. Love. send a famillar voice through the dark night. Let people learn to trust you. Honour that trust.

But then, I guess I am only saying what everyone else says..

I think an E-zine is a fab idea.

Isn't it amazing how one thought can quickly be born, end up as three, four. And once you have a thought, how those thought's turn bloom into idea's?




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       Cognito
 In this life, we are given two choices. Either, we give in to the demons that dog us, placing themselves high above us on shoulders that serve as the proverbial pedastal. They present us with the dogma, ridgid thinking, and predudices. This in turn, bears heavy upon the soul, making you feel unhappy. Your soul is soaked with negtive residue, you cannot help but to get ill.

 The other, is to try to swim, keep your head above the water, take note, take heed, and learn from your mistakes. This may well seem terrible black and white, even a bit preachy, butt I am only presenting some of what I have learned, noted and radiated back out. You take a little, you give a little in return. This helps with teh balance of things, I feel. When the scales tip over, that is possibly when nastier things may happen.

 As with anything else, you have two options. To take my advice, or don't. It really is as simple, or as complicated as you make it.



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      Imagination Quotation

The way to reach any possible conclusion is by the impulse of imagination. Once the imagination has sparked off, you have the nessesary means fuelled to take you anywhere.
The only limit, is your imagination, and not your intelligence. Because, they are one and the same. The higher the imagination, the higher the Intelligence Quotation. -Elle

     Questioning all that you can

How can we hope to change the world, if we cannot even change ourselves?

 The major powers of the world are big on change. They like to make up new words, and have big ideas and throw a lot of money at them. When they inadvertedly blow up in their faces, they don't want to know, and instead like to list their overall achievemnets, leaving out the failures. Perhaps if they took a long, hard look at what they were actually doing, and tried to change, they could asee what is really going on.
They have all the power in the world, and still people in war-torn countries suffer. Still children over here in the U.K are beaten and abused, children leave school without the abilty to read and write..

-More on this another time- maybe.

There are things that I will always be angry at with the U.K. It just widens the divide that I feel towards 'my country'. My country where my vote is not actually counted, and even when over sixty percent of the country vote 'no' against certain things, they go ahead and do it anyway. What is democracy for, if not for the people to cast their opinion, and to be heard.