Wrong Here

Sometimes,
We need to get away from the tragic pages that lead our lives.
The numbers and positions that make up who we are.
To climb out of such a deep hole.
To feel the clarity of indecision.
To start again.
The creation of curves and straight lines coming directly from our mind.
Being led only by the beat in our chest.
We might stand still as the plot unravels our lives.
Caught between the significant and the mundane.
But we’ll listen for the soft spoken secrets the wind might blow our way.
Coordinating immature acts with hypothetical situations.
At least the goosebumps on our skin let us know we’re alive.
We tell ourselves that each drastic breath prolongs an inevitable demise.
An exit that presents itself,
Unexpectedly,
Down a one way corridor.
Will anyone take the time to record our movements?
We formulate a plan and sketch out a design.
Stuck in the misconception of control.
The fingerprints of so called guidance and knowledge covering our body.
Masking the purity of what once was, what could have been.

Sunday Nights

Who brought about these rumors of loss?
As we follow the drip of your morphine sleep.
Should we sit back while heaven and hell fight over what is ours?
At times when souls and skin begin to fade,
And the rest of the world is only what we used to know.
Stuck in a place where words don’t matter and actions are few.
Getting lost in blank walls and white lights.
Our thoughts as busy as the unpredictability of the halls.
Where ghosts have conversations about the memories they’ve lost.
It’s so still once the world has stopped spinning.
My mind travels to a youth gone by,
Where this place didn’t exist.
Now, it has blended with reality.
We see in colorless slow motion as you turn to the last chapter.
Our arms, reluctantly open for you to pass the story.
Gathering strength in life, thanks to the impact of death.
Wondering how we will go on.
Knowing you’ll always be there.

I won’t take up your time.
The way my thoughts have taken up the miles between.
Just pointing out that I need pointing out with regards to the direction that I’m heading.
An obsession camouflaged in the confession of the savior of lives not worth saving.
In dark lit rooms, with picture framed walls
Your subtleties scream for attention and your words march to the beat of the drinks.
Will the drinks lead me?
I coordinate hands and eyes as my body takes on the elasticity of the music.
Repeating itself, drowning in the waves of hair on the dance floor.
I stop.
The straight line that leads me to you has brought about an argument between my brain and legs.
Each one believing they are right in their decision to disagree.
Like a dealer out of stock, I’ll give you everything I have.
And hope that it’s good enough to get your fix.
I’m off the wall, your number one fan.
I’m accepting the organized chaos that was my senses.
I’ll know you by a series of numbers, a vague recollection of a memory broken into fragments.
Can’t wait to see you again, for the very first time.

Save The World

As I sat back and watched the Live Earth Concert I couldn't help but come to the realization that saving the planet will have to become more of a business and less of a global fight. From the concerts point of few I think it had the effect it was meant to have. It pointed out problems, made solutions a possibility and brought this catastrophic threat to the attention of millions around the world using musicians and celebrities as the voice of change. But on the whole i think Live Earth might not have the impact it should. Climate change has become a very important issue to me over the passed two years and had I not been flipping through the channels I would not have known the concert was taking place. The promotion of this concert was limited mostly to websites that deal with climate change and a few tv spots. So if you were a person who doesn't already frequent sites dedicated to global warming (ie. already concerned by climate change), then this concert partly failed in bringing this problem to light, because you would have had less of a chance of finding out about it. And as i said, this is important to me, and i didn't know about it. Case in point, from 7:00 to 10:00pm NBC ran footage of the concert including the finale performed by The Police. 2.6 million people watched, the lowest rating for that time frame. Live Earth was beaten out by a rerun showing of Monsters Inc. I also think that the heavy hitters in this campaign (Al Gore) need to start using celebrities that aren't entirely hypocritical. Take for example Madonna. Al Gore had her write a song specifically for the event in which she points out the faults of many different types of people. Now, she put on an amazing show and was, in my opinion, one of the better acts at Live Earth. But how can you use someone like Madonna to get your message out there, when she has stocks in several of the most polluting companies in the world, owns 9 houses, 6 cars (none of them hybrid) and flies a private jet. It just doesn't make sense.
What also stood out to me and confirmed one of my fears about fixing this problem was that the crowds at most of these shows were younger rather than mixed. For all of you a part of older generations who say things like, It's not my problem i 'll be gone by the time it gets serious. You're absolutely right. It's not your problem, it's your mistakes that have made it OUR problem. Your children and their children are the ones that need to fight this. And seeing the crowds at these concerts showed me again that you are still relunctant to start making a difference. Stopping climate change is not a life altering thing, it's actually quite simple. Things like using eco friendly fluorescent light bulbs, recycle, unplugging unused electronics, will all bring climate change to a halt.
One of the things I did really like about the concert was the short tv spots they were running through out the day, using the words Answer The Call as their main slogan. They were well thought out, well executed and to the point. But what is sad is that is probably the last we will see of them. They should continue to be aired and should not stop.
Please check out websites such as www.climateprotect.org and inform yourself on what you can do to help make the world a better place to live.

Painting Red

There's a storm forming in her mind.
The kind that forces floods to fill her eyes.
She's a down pour of thoughts, an instrument of pure design.
He tries to cross temptation, the torrential words have washed out the line.
It's coming to an end, as sticks and stones poke holes in the air.
The negatives have developed.
The future seems unclear.
She looks to his heart, and finds the missing.
Sees the scar an arrow once left.
Their love now carries among the ashes.
The wind, taking it to a better place.
They were young once, and knew so much more about so much less.
Longing for the when and where.
Now he falls into the then and there.
She was the red in his painting.
The part that stood out.
Now his canvas stays empty, white, calling for possiblity.



"Who do you carry that torch for, my young man? Do you believe in anything? Do you carry it around just to burn things down?"

Heroes

Where does it come from this quest?
This need to solve life’s mysteries, when the simplest of questions can never be answered.
Why are we here?
What is the soul?
Why do we dream?
Perhaps we’d be better off not looking at all.
Not delving.
Not yearning.
But that’s not human nature, not the human heart.
That is not why we are here.
Yet still we struggle to make a difference, to change the world, to dream of hope.
Never knowing for certain who we will meet along the way.
Who among the world of strangers will hold our hand, touch our hearts and share the pain of trying.

This is from the opening lines of the season finale of HEROES. (Best show on TV right now)

American Health Care

This one's about a woman that died last May in Los Angeles. You might already be saying "Ok, people die". She even died in a hospital. But let's face it, that happens every day. Well here's the catch. She died, waiting in the Emergency Room, with a perforated bowel and was bleeding from the mouth. Authorities, both at the hospital and at 911 dispatch, refused to help this woman because they thought it was not and emergency. NOT an emergency. This woman was vomiting blood, but hey, that's normal, it can wait. What the hell was this hospital thinking? If you don't wanna deal with emergencies all day, don't work in a frigin emergency room!
To make things worse, when police finally arrived to take her to another hospital, they instead arrested her on a parole violation. I can understand if a serial killer or rapist is bleeding to death on a hospital floor, let them die, they deserve it. But this woman violated her parole. Put her in a hospital bed and handcuff her to it, she ain't going anywhere. But i guess it was a slow crime day in the city of angels and this one couldn't wait.
The head of the hospital was sent home on an extended leave of abscence. Which in slap on the wrist terms means, "Go home, take some sun, come back when this blows over".
The head of the hospital, the employees in the emergency room, and the 2 dispatchers that refused to help, should all lose their jobs and never be allowed to get a job in this line of work or any related line of work ever again.
Gotta love the American health care system.

I have finally caved and joined the blog craze that is taking over the lives of so many. These blogs will be about mainly 2 things. 1) The things in the world that frustrate me, in those i will criticize, make sarcastic (at times witty) remarks, and try to figure out why the world is the way it is, and 2) The things that don't frustrate me, now in these ones i will forget about the criticism and figuring out stuff and jump right to the sarcasm. And i'm sure there will be the occasional 3) nothing is really going on today stuff, where i will pretty much waste your time.

I'm gonna try to make this an every second or third day type of thing but I'll see how it goes. So check back in for the first entry.