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Daily Archives: February 9, 2012
Crossing
Whistles and looks the other way as he crosses the street, as though by not looking at the person who is at their all-time low point in life, they do not have to accept it for what it is.
The keys you hold onto that unlock the front door of your home each and every day are something we all take for granted, as we live our lives thinking that we could never end up desolate, alone, and on the streets.
We lay our head on our pillow at the end of each day, yet we don’t stop to think about someone out there who could be just a block away who is laying down on a cardboard box.
We turn on the free flowing taps of the shower, not giving a thought to the older man out there whose marriage broke down as he struggles to find a tap in the park to wash his weary face.
12 months ago that man in that park that is now unshaven, (barely recognisable to him when he sees his own reflection) this is the same man who was the director of a public company, a proud home owner with 2.5 kids, and 2 cars parked in his garage.
This is the same man who never had to look at a price tag on any item when he walked into a shop to buy it.
Now this proud man, is eating the scraps from plates in the train station that busy commuters leave in their rush to catch their trains to work or home, or to their sports venue.
This man is not a shadow of the strong, abundant confident business man father and husband that stood before the mirror when he looked at his reflection.
That women over there the one you laughed at about her miss matching socks, 18 months ago she was the head of the nursing in the triage department at the hospital, a proud mother, and a respected member of the local parents youths and teachers group of her local school.
18 months ago she found that her key to her front door no longer worked, as she went to walk into the place she had called home for 23 years, to find her husband had taken her 2 children overseas on a holiday and had all the locks changed in their home.
This woman now lives in the park, on the bench as she endures the taunting of the tourists who walk past her, and the teasing jokes, and cruel antics of the local teenagers.
This is too often the outcome of society itself, as we walk across the other side of the street so we don’t have to make eye contact.
This is reality, and it happens to the best and worst of us.
Weather you believe in god, and his son, the bible or the scientific big bang theory, there is nothing or nobody who is going to help you when you are at rock bottom.
The truth is we are all only two pay cheeks away from the cold knock of homelessness.
The grim reaper of the dark will come, as he shows no mercy to those he casts out into the shadow of the night, he takes no prisoner’s and shows no empathy.
The knock at the front door of Mother Nature as she floods your world with her tears, or her anger burns through the forest homes, and suburbs in which your life is contained within the fibro of your home, will show no remorse as she continues to rein her almighty energy upon the earth.
We are given no warning, no time to prepare for the harsh darkness that waits outside the safety of our homes, as we take for granted the carpet we walk on or the stove top we are able to cook meals on.
We continue, fooling ourselves with ignorance as we try to ignore the situation of homelessness within our community’s. we simply look the other way and cross the road.
This is the beginning of one rhetorical ongoing pandemic as more and more individuals, families and couples are plagued by the poverty cycle, the high cost of living combined with less than enough income is certainly going to equate to no roof, loss of mental health, physical health not to mention the detrimental ongoing damage that will follow.
Government agencies are not able to assist, and sadly the churches are very willing to take upon their role within the community as they take a man’s last shred of dignity and self-worth away, almost similar to the cruisificition although it is them who now hold the hammer that once pined Jesus to the cross, it is also these groups within the community who are uniting as they continue to reign there supremeness above so many who have suffered horrific loss and tragedy.
It is a sad fact that the rich feed from the poor as they suck out the very last of a person’s life blood before moving onto their next victim, and so the circle grows and the power within the circle becomes strengthened.
This circle is the rhetorical door of poverty, and struggle, poor mental health ailing physical health followed by what we may read or see on the news or in the papers crimes that are being committed on a daily basis.
So before you choose to cross the street without taking a long look at a situation that you may be able to lend a helping hand to the individual who has found themselves in no man’s land.
Stop and consider, 2 pay cheeks, where will you be?
Mirrored Images
The saying that girls are like sugar and spice and all things nice have to be the biggest load of shit I have come across.
Holy shit what a pretty pink picture we fool ourselves into believing about girls, I mean get fucking real.
Face it girls are far from nice, like sugar and spice, after observing a group of girls who live nearby it came to my attention that girls are right bitches, seriously.
It is not what you assume
Whistles and looks the other way as he crosses the street, as though by not looking at the person who is at their all-time low point in life, they do not have to accept it for what it is.
The keys you hold onto that unlock the front door of your home each and every day are something we all take for granted, as we live our lives thinking that we could never end up desolate, alone, and on the streets.
Powerful
Emotions are powerful at the best of times to say the least, yet after something traumatic has happend in a person's world that has changed it beyond a shadow of a doubt can be unbearable to say the least.
We become overwhelmed with dispear and feelings of grief, guilt, and regret that we loose the ability to express how it is we are feeling within the depths of our very beings let alone express out loud to someone that we want or need help.
Hello world!
Angel by name but certainly not by nature.
I can say I have lived a life, experience has shown me more than at times I have wanted to know, and yet continues to teach me the lessons of life throughout the journey that we all must travel.
Australia is the country that I call my home as I continue the journey of my life here in Queensland, I am a mother, a sister, a friend, a boss, a colleague and a student.
Redundant
In the overall scheme of things the simple manipulation of words that humans seem to use to twist things around in which another person says or they use what they see to be cleaver innuendoes to try to strike out at the world and others in it, simply put end up be those people who are bitter and twisted little raisins all dried up has been once were grapes.
It is with this thought in mind that I think to myself about how many times people have deliberately taken my words and tried to alter them to suit their own selfish needs and sadly their wants before considering first is their wants mine? Or their needs anything to do with me full stop?
It would seem that some people out there take almost a great delight in making out what they want everyone to think or see as perfect whilst the reality is the relationships they are attempting to portray as flawless are far from perfect let alone exist.
They use their misguided sense of direction for vulnerability as they go behind people’s backs commenting, and or simply ticking a like box on face book for instance, and fail to see where it was they originally fucked up the first time with the person they continue to pursue.
It is with this that I find the internet’s World Wide Web of dramas and dilemmas; it is at this point where talking becomes simply stalking.
As the once easy-going person who has found themselves with an adoring fan or admirer that is far from requited, ticking every like box and post that you can possibly imagine, while they build in their mind’s eye a vision of your ever so perfect relationship.
Now this in itself is dangerous, god knows the power of the imagination and how it has a very real impact on society, however put the imagination of an unrequited love or romance into the mind of a sociopathic dickhead, and you have a recipe for mass destruction.
A catastrophic fail, with no possible outcome for anything good to come from it, actually nothing good fact full stop and exclamation mark can come from having a person following you around the world-wide web twisting and weaving their poisonous ways behind you.
In fact it’s really very sick.
Far be it for me to judge how another person is going to take my words, I mean shit o bloody dear, I am not responsible for the way you read my words I am merely responsible for what I say. How you choose to read take or use what I have said is completely up to you. The words I love you are not as they are put 3 simple words in fact the 3 words that I mention can in fact be the most powerful words in our human vocabulary therefore should not be used and spayed around the internet like they mean nothing.
We make statements when we type our words and these statements well simply say who part of us is, weather that part is used in the right or wrong context well I assume is up to everyone who has the freedom of not being censored as yet whilst online.
But when the words I love you are used and twisted to manipulate and change how others view any person and are used to own and choke a person it is then that the words with such meaning, dedication and devotion can take on an entire new light.
It is at this point the person using this very powerful statement can become both bitterly hurt and embarrassed or simply completely physoctic with a jealous rage, as they have fallen into the aviator version of their world and their words they speak online.
They have become disconnected from real reality and slipped into the cyber space psychosis. The world of virtual has taken over.
But try telling that to any of the halfwits and lemmings who rely wholly and solely on social networking for their day in day out life.
Try telling an internet stalker for lack of better words that their innuendoes and puns are simply not required
No fuckn way in hell as the internet poison continues to paralyse you and make you question your real self.
Well I have had enough of this kind of shit, both in my real world and online, as I am one of the very few out there who type it as I say it and you will certainly be reading what I type as it is intended, I do not speak the language fucktard that for some reason everyone else does.
So when I find that yet again somebody has taken my words and used them to gain their own self-glory or a feel good fuzzy feeling about themselves and their worlds, I get somewhat pissed off.
In fact it’s becoming more of a violated feeling, like being stripped naked for the entire world to see, as you are picked at pulled by and then stood on by fuckwitts.
I have now gone past patient with this bullshit as my words or posts continue to be manipulated by those halfwits whose egos are bursting at the seams.
I have become more than pissed off with those who choose to use abuse and then try to diffuse me when they simply do not get that they will not ever own me, nor be able to buy my friendship and or affection in any way shape nor form, I am not a fucking designer label handbag that is able to be shown off at the next party that someone attends, and I am not a fucking race horse that you can bet on at the race track.
I am far from happy with the entire public eye thing, as I seem to have this increasing audience of public who tend to keep an eye on every little thing I do, twitter updates on when I fart, linked in status updates, polls you name it?
Well I have had enough, if this is what popular is then I do not want to know about it, because as far as I am concerned I am better off being a mushroom in the dark, and not having to feel like there is an expectation of who Angel is or how Angel should act.
Let me assure you, everything you think Angel is or should be I am not, and everything you keep trying to push onto me, will be pushed back at you, because I do not wish to play your stupid games, childish words, and school yard bullshit is a time in my life that I call my past, and I do not choose to revisit those years that I have already lived.
Now all said and done I am sure somehow somewhere out there in the twisted incestuous world-wide web some fucktard will read this as I am in love with you, and oh yes marry me, when facts are I know what I know and the rest is nunya business!
Females????
I am a chick who is not into the girly side of life, the pretty bling, and the glittery nail polish.
I am just plain and fairly simple.
It kind of got me thinking though, about those high maintenance girls out there with their $200 haircuts, and their manicure, pedicures, and tanning sessions at the solarium. Their Botox shots, and breast lifts, their eye brow lifts, and chemical face peels.
Why in god’s name do women do this self-mutation to themselves? And call it beauty? Do we do this to look good to the opposite sex, do we do this to keep up the fountain of eternal youth?
Do we simply do this to give our egos a boost, of some sort?
Jesus holy Christ, I got thinking about the lotions and potions we continue to pour dollars into to stay firm, soft supple and smell good, or some such shit, the line removers the correction pens, foundations, powders, cancellers, lip liners, the mascara, the gloss, the hair colour the shampoo the conditioner.
Thick hair, curly hair, the split ends intensive care protein for hair packs the countless dollars we spend on wax and razors, perfume, and pads, the tampons we use in a lifetime, the babies we carry and give birth too, the breast-feeding, the wonder bra’s the maternity bra’s the extra support bra, the uplifting tummy tuck flatterers for flabby belly’s.
Women’s multi vitamin, breast-feeding supplement, planning on getting pregnant vitamin’s, menopause, post menstrual stress ease, sleep naturally ease, pre-menstrual stress ease, Panadol, aspirin, Ural salts, liver tonics, fish oil, oil of Olay.
The list goes on and fucking on. Surely this is not the price we pay for beauty or what we may perceive as beauty?
Ladies in all honesty should this be the price we pay in the name of vanity then let me state the obvious, clearly our very own insecurities have been used within the market place as an asset, an asset that the producers of these products prides itself on using this insecurity as they continue to feed our mission to stay young and vibrant, attractive to other humans, including our insecurity of never finding that one to settle down with.
The fear of getting on girls, is what these cosmetic giants, and pharmaceutical poofter have taken hold of, as their niche within the market place, and year after year we continue to feed their money hungry ego feeding, corporations.
They write book after book about us women, claiming that we are so hard to figure out, as I look this very statement made by mere men across the world, it is no wonder they find us such a head fuck.
We say one thing, yet mean another, we bleed once a month for a week, carry our young as they hibernate and grow from our bodies, give birth, and do it all over again.
We act on emotion; we forget logic we are by far the most confusing creatures on the face of earth.
But as pre-menstrual or pre and post-menopausal we become, we still continue this confusing attitude of demanding to be treated equally to men, as we pretty ourselves up, smell good and use the same thing we have used for an eternity to get where we have to get in life’s journey, which is the power of pussy.
Yes you did read that right, women of the world, regardless of who you are, or how much you wish to deny this, it is a fact, we use sex and our powerful box to climb many mountains we reach in life, and as we age the power of the pussy, ultimately fades with our youth, therefore we pay bullshit prices of money and do the most insane things to our bodies, in order to stay in control.
So I have come to the conclusion that not only is beauty in the eye of the beholder, but us women need to get a grip on reality, before reality simply slides away from our hormonal beings.
We are not able to nor designed to stay eternally youthful, it’s not the way nature intended us to be.
If it was, we would have all been born like fucking Barbie, with plastic silicon in our pre-set faces, perfect tits that never need a bra, and ken the perfect boyfriend dolly. (Who’s gay) just for the record.
It’s almost sad and yet ironic, all in one, women………wow………
