Meaghan Is The LOVELY!


Reluctant Greetings on any Random Day
How do you do Mr. Skulland Bones
How do you do
I want to meet you, greet you,
and shake your hand
So I can be familiar with you
When you come in the end
Pleased to meet you Dark Farmer
Pleased to meet you
Come show me the ways of harvest
and why you reap the things that are dear
All throughout the year
Good Morning Brother Death
Good Morning
Teach me to serve so that I may learn
the reasons why we get
What no one ever deserves
Happy Holiday Grim Salesman
Happy Holiday
Nothing will keep you away from my door
Let me buy all the stock you have
So that no one else can feel this poor
Good day Sir Black Suit
Gooo day
Farewell for you have out welcomed your stay
Consumed my world in a single day
In all that I learned
There is no stopping your return
But at least I can say good day!

Wandering Jew

I think I’ll plant something today
But what is it the first thing I must do
I must obtain a seed, just imagine the life force in this thing
So I plant it and treat it right
Cause I know it will provide me of all the fruit I need
So I water it every day
Watch it grow under the sun
Its just like having a child of my own
When it grows up I will be so proud
To show and share all the fruit I found
Just to think a tiny little seed
Can provide me of all the things that I need
So I know how much dirt can provide
So I know how much bigger this world is
It’s so complicated yet, I planted this seed today
And its so right in all the things that I need
But we all got to find our own way and something to lead
Give sunlight to all things that need to grow
And it will show us all the things we need to know
Just like a wandering jew, follow the light where ever it goes
North south east or west, I will follow
Just like a wandering jew

I got an idea for a automatic cheese making machine. Heres how it works. Buy one gallon of milk (preferablly whole milk). Place in refridgerator. Unplug refridgerator for a week. Check milk and breath deeply the lovely smell of home made cheese. It worked for me.


Kingdom Come
I’m going back to my head
Going to re-wander through the memory-hills and the hope-valleys
I’m searching for the oxen and the force that cracks my whip
What drives them aimlessly, as water knows more to its direction
If I want to fight the river I must not walk up stream, but just stand
All these things combine against me in the nature of my land
This world is unplotted, dis-geographed and inexplicable with modernization
I have found whole civilization of a disassembled caste system buzzing with noise
In the distance there is a slate statue in salute, to which pollutants have taken hold
Eyes are thrown at the foreigner like stones to a sinner
It is hard for me to digest this town, I’m lost in their tongue
I stumble and bump into traffic, mules and carts, tall men and cold iron
Walking down the previously burrowed paths I am verbal-motionally attacked
Even the beggars spit arrows at my ears, my heart being hacked at
Making my way to the one thing that I have kept my eye on, the one in salute
The slate seems warmer than any soul in this town
So I follow upon a narrow path that narrows
Until I reach the statue that resembles a once reverend man
A king of some sort, with a scroll of unfamiliar inscriptions lain at the feet
My glance is drawn up with the ever increasing evidence of winged fowl visitations
Upon looking at the carved face, I am drawn back
Surprised, flustered, discussed at what I am.
My face is the same at that man
Once a revered figure of this land, my person is no longer welcome
What is it that I was or would have done?
Who am I now that I am no one?
My thoughts shoot back to the etched words in stone
I can now strangely read what has been set in decades ago
“We were his ideas. We were his hopes. We were his passions. We were his lovers. This man left all he had in search of more, when all he needed was to ask right next door.”
How foolish of me, what is it that I have left for all that had loved me?
I have let down these people as I have let myself decay
I forgot what I was searching for and have been wandering
Stripped of my knowledge, of what I know and what I knew
I start of in search of what I was searching for.

sorry for the change in my blog...i messed up with grave proportions....im trying to figure out what is goin on here..so give me a few.

Who Do
At the back of my mind down at the sea
Delicious little girls throwing candy at me
Sayin who do you say and who would have quit
I don’t need you to tell me what’s legit
Singin’
I’m the only one
Loving the world and the world is loving me
Said the only one
Loving the world as the world is loving me
Singin one to the people
And one to the world
One to my love
And one to the world
Followed the bridges out to the sea
Suspicious ideas are coming through me
Sayin who do you know and who’s in the ground
Music is all the love that I found
Keep singin’ now
I’m the only one
Loving the world and the world is loving me
Said the only one
Loving the world as the world is loving me
Singin one to the people
And one to the world
One to my love
And one to the world
I finally realized all that I need
Give away everything that’s been given to me
Sayin who do you buy and who’s always concerned
Take a look and wonder what is learned
Never stop now.

Oh Boy
It’s a sun-shown Saturday
A sun-shown Saturday
The bright will help me find
My love today
It’s a sun-shown Saturday
As-bold-as-I am, I will not go
I know I need, I need to know
Today
It’s a sky-ward Saturday
A sky-ward Saturday
I realize I cant fight
I’ve lost my right today
It’s everything in my head that came true
Cause truth is what I know so it must be true
Followed evening stars to evening trips
Followed every word from topless lips
As I grow to wrinkles, I want to grow
I want my brain to get rid of its mold
I want to name everyday Saturday
So Saturday can be everyday
And everyday is always today

Say NO to ING'S
Speaking of ing’s
What about…POINT Blankers
truly topped hypothetical bulges
Finally non-regurgitated substance to take heed
Whining?…CEASE all ing’s
Worded to conceive the believable
Who wears caution tape on their forehead?
Thoughts trip on uneven sidewalk without a leash
Shot, shot, shot, shot
When uneducated men congregate
They create and define what it means to fabricate
Whatever system they need to find ownership
Of the things they don’t own
Carbonless copies, if you will.
Now that heeding has taken place, Polaroid and Recycle.

Rewrite the Ending
Where is the one thing that will soothe the world’s soul
Will death come to us all, young and more
Personified by callused feet, blooming by an orange sky
How many men will be fertilized
How many stalks can be reaped
The cause of it all can’t be changed by man
Because it is man
Everyday sunshine withdrawals the truth from within us
Blows it by our eyes
It is the empty stomach we feel and the sadness writing poetry that reveals
What everything was trying to say
Still, we are oblivious to the nature within
Don’t let discrete eyes of truth pass
With speech that reveals a blink
You want to know about a creator
A constant
Just look us in the eye

The following phone conversation took place on Friday September 12, 2003 at approximately 9:40 in the a.m. The man’s voice was unfamiliar, with a deep Brooklyn NY accent. Something in his voice seemed angry, troubled, or irritated.
Conversation Commenced:
Me: Hello?
Guy: I almost got caught last night.
Me: O.k.…?
Guy: Yeah, is this Mr. Knotts?
Me: No.
Guy: Is Mr. Knotts there?
Me: No.
Guy: Is this the Knotts residence?
Me: Uh no, you have the wrong number.
Guy: Well why didn’t you say so, you MORON!
Me: I did, you called here … (silence)…so thanks.
End of Conversation

hey, i got the web address www.save-the-humans.com
so go there to check out my blogger..cause i linked them.
i will be putting my new site with that address when i get it done.
so im on my way to somewhere...at least farther along to getting a somewhat worthy site up.

cell-phones cause cigerettes to double your death
When I need somebody, I’m alone
And when I need to be alone
I am congested,
By all you systematic fools
All you hypercritic tools
With your hundred cell phone tones
I am heart broken when I see
A beautiful soul smoking
Ask me why I care
All the world’s beauty is going to fade
I feel the pain your lungs feel every day
Shot in the heart at a glance
25 souls a minute more and more
I feel their unfelt pain
What I see is in reverse
Someone getting smoked
While smoking themselves
Quiet
I don’t want to waste my thoughts
If you don’t care yourself
My sympathy has something better
To waste its time on

Boink
In an instant my eyes were polka doted
And tears were gleaming down here
I can say cause I was there
I apologize for the way I describe it to you
It must have been the air, quite visible
Even though I couldn’t see I knew what was there
All was clear
I must say
Everything was belittled and I knew
Nothing small was there
Overwhelming clear
I couldn’t avoid down there by my side
Smashed into my head a falling star
Biting below the belt
As before,
I apologize for the way I describe
Windex couldn’t keep up
Glass eyes were clearer
Every bit of light shown in
On my head lay bricks and a bump
Easily
Sweet easily

Duty
In order to have peace
You first must have war
At least that’s what they tell me
On the streets
Where the people are in charge of people
And greed persuades them

This is to show the way
Way we call livin’
Livin’ in humanity
Humanity with a society

It seems to contradict
Up levies and down to the plains
Face to face people who say
“I live this way” but state the obvious
In perspective and close eye
We don’t live like we say

This is to show the way
Way we call livin’
Livin’ in humanity
Humanity with a society

War is to show who is better
But trust in war to decide
And every man becomes faceless
No art can define a thousand years
Blank minds with no cause
We have come so far
With everything to show
But knowledge is a baby born
Doesn’t know about the past
So to condense a lifetime
Continue on
Starting over
Blank begins..
Con-
Tin-
Ue.

being born as we have, we now face death. Go about looking at everyone as dying people, because that is the truth. The buddhists have a saying "Which will come first, tommarrow or the next life... who is to know?" . Espically today when there are so many ways to die, it is possible we will not make it to the next day.

oh..by the way. Im also trying to get a newer website going with the help of my wiz brother. hopefully it will keep you on one site and not following all these crazy links I have...well dont hold your breath because im no genius.

zoom zoom. Im alive once again. Im trying to get back into the swing of things...even though i dont know exactly where that place is. Well i hope someone has missed me...or wondered where my passion has vacationed..because..it's back.

It's quite right that it's white, because I know black and blue ain't far behind
This must be a case for the coconut spy
Running down my ear like a vanilla lie
It's quite right that it's white, becuse I know others ain't far behind
Feeling canned
Bottled up
Shrinked wrapped and ready to be sold
What are these explosions in my head
It must be something that was not said
Im always waiting to get out, waiting to get out
These thoughts always stir
Diagnosed with the syndrome of restless words
Dont need to be medicated
Just need my fruit to be loose like a parachute
Its just quite right.

ok im done for the summer and i got nothing to do, no where to go, i got to be sadated.

OK, here's the deal. This passage is me sitting out side taking sentences from peoples conversations as they walk past me. So I wrote random sentences down, and then it sounded like one big conversation...u follow? As you will read the first sentence is what inspired me because it was completely random. Each sentence is from a different conversation...and the things in parentheses are a description of things I saw.

Conversation: Outside Johnson Hall
I got alot of dead cats
Rub it in my face, Im leaving
Thanks man
Your good, ok stop
Its not fair, that was so close to victory
Its all about how you present yourself to be
Lets go your short way
Well cause I cant, I dont know why
So whats the poison for?
(cough) (written on a shirt: practice sucks, but i love the shoes)
Your falling behind here
Hey, are you leaving tonight?
What?! you dont think i wouldn't have any money
I counted it up, you can miss 28 questions
That sucks, well, call me before you leave or something
(some guys walk by carring someone tied up at the ankles, wrists, and a blind fold on. They are laughing and struggling to carry him)
Create a baracade so no one sees him
(The street lights come on)
Holla!!
I have to pee oh my god
I just want to grab a waffel in the morning except i dont want to wake you up
ARRG, 4 hit combo
Well this should be a good experience for you then
I got it professionally spray painted
ok peace

end of conversation

We just had a near life experience.

eeegggg....finals.i have pleanty of time, but i know i should be studying...eh. i dont really care, i'll just tell it how it is, if i learned stuff the i learned it. if not then theres no bother trying for just a grade..man i cant believe that its come down to this, a master race of bubble fillers, scantron kings, where letters and numbers tell me how much im worth and how smart i am. well i better go before im labeled as a failure just because i cant apply my learning through filling in circles with my pencil, my number 2 pencil because the machine that tells me how smart i am cant understand me if i use a pen.

so simple yet so true
its the afternoon sun glistening on skin that wishes to be devoured
if bliss had siblings they could hold everyones hand
alas, it turns me to see it not so, reality wears no mask
and yet it is the faces, of grim posture and degraded faith, that deliver me
at no extra charge i carry them in my pocket, to add wealth to my purse
thine eyes inspire, teach, and corrode my spirit like a father to his ill advised son
and whence set on a task, the child without walls first stumbles, then walks
learning from a stubbed toe, but at least to say there will be no more stubbed toes
it is of these men that I collectivley mold my dreams
using only the best of beards to filter wisdom
sticking quarters into slots of carbord signs designed to provoke at least some reaction
some reaction, i know not what others take, for my reaction has been a movement
the movement of wild birds to the south, for it tis not instinct that we cast our eyes south
by these who stutter, on willingness to please or hestitant for greetings,
make them the full bodied model that has eroused retinas
tis years of knowlege and pain and toothless smiles that sit not to be judged
for it is one of the simplest pleasures that we all have yet to discover
the luxury of time and watching fools hurry by pretending to be important
for i wish i were bold enough to take on the task to observe
my courage dwindles at their giving to us in need, blessings
tis so simple yet i know nothing more true
bliss sits on the corner blowing kisses only to acknowlegment

hey, my cat had her kittens!!! wicca pushed 3 of em out. Me and meaghan stayed up most of the night on friday watching Wicca, making sure she was doing alright. She had been acting funny all day, and we figured that she would have them anytime soon, she was licking herself alot and.. .um some fluid was visable. so we figured it was soon. Eventually she started going into labor Saturday morning at like 6am. She went over to her litter box and squated like she was goin poo, but her stomach was convulsing, so i picked her up and put her in the crafty box meaghan made, with a blanket and all. Well i guess wicca didnt understand what was goin on cause she kept going back to the box and we didnt want her to have the babies there. I put the litter box up on top of this counter. I then went to get some towels, and when i came back meaghan was yellin at me cause a kitten was popping out. Wicca was in the middle of the floor squezing the first kitten out. It made it out and wicca turned around and looked at it, and was startled or something cause she ran to her little box with the kitten attached by the cord..so it kinda draged and ploped into the box with her. So then wicca started licking it and then the plecenta came out with it attaching with the cord. She ate that up and bit the cord, which they are supposed to do, but it was gross..it looked like she was eating a kitten that was turned inside out. So the first kitten was the one that is all different stripes and colors. So she kept licking and like 5 mins later she started having the second one, which came out slow but good enough. So then she repeated the same with this kitten, which was all black and fat faced. This one was the loudest and kept squeeling, sounded like a bird and pig mixed together. So she licked it and bit the cord and all. After another 5 or 10 mins she started having another one, which wicca didnt even get up for. she looked tired and this one kinda slid out slowly, and she didnt pay too much attention to it...maybe she didnt even know it was there. eventually we pointed it out to her and she did her thing. this one was all grey and the only boy of the bunch. After they were all out , we took them and rubbed them with the towels and gave them back to the mommie. they drank her milk and wicca slept. they are so small and fit into the palm of your hand. their eyes dont open for about a week and they all are different colors.

"When we are a child, we are like a camel. the camel gets down on its knees, and baggage and many things are placed on its back. once it has as much as it can carry, the camel ventures out into the desert. Then it is the desert that turns the camel into a lion, and the more the camel carried the stronger the lion is. The lion then goes and fights the dragon, and "thou shall" is written on every scale of the dragon. The strong lion defeats the dragon, and ventures off to be the child again. free spirited, out on its own"
-some ancient proverb...its about life and socitey burdoning a person. Let me know what you fell it means..





A Generic Magazine Shop
Life needs to be turned on and my face is the switch plate
Is it revoultionary to be me without getting a handshake
All I see is you passing fears at the dinner table
Please pass the salt as air has had a better taste
Now, to wonder why we changed the style of fashion
I can't keep up with rules that run faster with pumped up shoes
I dont want to see my self in a magazine with someone who looks just like me
I was uneducated, cold bold faces attacked me like the day I was born
Now I know because of easily accessed words
Words that are repeated without my brain interfering
Really, it's not true, my secret path has been paved over
Im collecting the toll for a four lane highway
I'll allow you all to come in but my face wont budge
Ive stopped the electricty to my smile because my brain couldnt pay the bill
Tissue was writing checks that blood couldn't cash
Oxogyen pays the bills around here, and it was sent for a checkup
Spent all its cash on back alley plastic sergeons who told it what to be
The token brain was in the waiting room reading up on the latest type of cleavage
All while his thoughts were plotting a riot hoping for knowlege to go on vacation
Man has been blemished from the end of four feet - to four feet taller on two feet
Though it has always been said a beautiful berry is bad to eat
Why do we let our eyes be the landlord, how do they know when they don't see inside
Its time to be turned inside out, like a bad episode of star trek
Pinning my heart to my forehead would be less bloody than emotion starting a civil war
I just have to realize there is more to loose on the inside
So why does green sooth us so, so much so that fingers take on mind of their own
---or maybe its the mind taking on fingers of its own---

A midsummer's snow shower is always alone
For 7 days and 4 weeks and 9 months
Time is described as numbers without life
Just a visual aesthetic and the makings of a cage
4 letter words describe graffiti over graffiti
4 stall walls don't quite reach the ground
Dangled dust from falling trees dresses the cement
And all this shows more than one number intends
A year passes by like cancelled days on a calendar
Looking and hoping for the future to come
But it's stuck in traffic during rush hour going into the sun
And you're waiting at the door with lit candles on the table and roses
5 minutes late, 20 minutes late, an hour late
Late like the first time blood was missing
A feeling of number control, it has confined you with too many to count
Bubbles have a longer life expectancy when you don’t watch them
Just like a butterfly clock with red spotted wings
Beauty distracts and slips away with the color of leaves
Don't delay that run, skip, or jump for there may not be another chance
Verbs in a basket make a picnic to eat with fingers
Disbelief of the future leads you to the fountain of youth
So make haste and recycle metal on your wrist
The road to reality is not the next left at the oak tree; it's under your feet.

feeling this pressure
wanting to lay down and melt
feel everything around me
becoming the ground
blend in with the sand
skin turing to grains
dont want to be seen
but i feel everything
i want to become apart
laying down thinking of nothing
ignorant shall i read
to become so small
that nothing cares
about being blown with the wind
spread across the world
all different pieces
distanced so far
i want the feeling of one
becomming one by falling apart
strung in with this world
so common
no one sees
im ashamed to be named
in the same catagory
wanting the feeling of dirt
dust kicked about
moving on to where no one cares
becomming apart
now i just lie
extremedies spread
creating a kite
shutting my eyes
knowing im not here
im going somewhere
blending in with surrounding
thinking im no one
thinking im not even there
molecules connected
becomming apart

Eh, im trying to keep up with it all. I want to do so much but I never seem to get around to it. Dont worry, my spirt is still alive. As of right now, i am weighed down with alot of work. I finished reading Tristian and Issult (roman romance novel) and i have to finish Ovid's The art of love and write a paper on that by this wed. arrg. im used to being lazy and having time to think. Well I will leave you with a quote from Ovid relating to recent events with the war, of course love and war can be seen as the same:

Always, O race of man, your wit has been your disaster,
Cleverness, bent on gain, proved a calamitous loss.
What was the use of surrounding cities with turreted ramparts,
Arming your hands for war - what in the world was the use?
What was the ocean to you? The land should suffice for contentment.
Why not covet the sky, greedy for triple domain?

Now I’m going to say what you want to hear
And then I’m going to get on top and say s**t you can’t bear
Telling the truth about all the hypocrisies
And your life and what is really there
Stop hiding, lying, your only digging so deep until you find
That your feet have got your life turned into quicksand
It will slap you harder than your wife when she finds there’s no band on your hand
It’s all just to help no matter if you’re ready or not
No matter if you’re caught with a damn waste of pot you bought
Why are you waiting for life to make you old
Waiting for someone to put you into a choke hold
A little force just like everything you know and say is your life
It’s not yours, its all open doors but don’t forget to speak softly and carry a knife
Now all I’m saying is not to fight back the same ways
Just like following all the failures in your life, and getting lost in their haze
It’s an example of what you will become so stay clear of that road
Feel like being locked in a room with a tv and a couch with cigarette holes
You lost the key and all that liquor is building up to pee
Now that feeling of self contain, you can’t even get out of your brain
You hear them say knock knock, you don’t care who’s f***ing there
You just want to get out of this and breathe new air
The walls are throbbing with the pills you’ve been popping
All the while the tv has been getting louder and louder
The screen has turned into a mirror and all you see is your life in black and white
You say how can this be when all I did was sit on this couch and watch tv
Maybe that’s what it's gonna take for you to realize
It’s not the size of your brain or how many pockets you got
It’s not all the people you know or how many words you got
You say you have dreams, you got visions
But it’s all a repeat of what you’ve seen on television
Panic and sweat are met with a hand shake only hoping
That the rest of society will relate with the same time and date
Maybe you can find a spot in your busy schedule
Maybe you can stop the squeaky headboard
But it’s all just to keep your mind from wandering off
Keep it from knowing the prison bars are not far off
But why do I care what you see when you don’t even see me
I know there’s no way no one can understand what I got to say
I see things beyond getting up and ready for today
Trying to help you when you toss away a weeks pay just to get laid
Picking up your trail of empty bottles and boxes and bad habits
But maybe you don’t know and will never get it
And maybe you know and go lower and choose to forget it
What ever the case, what ever your truth is
Just know a man is measured by how he measures other men
Is judged by his own judging and by his own hand
So forget every thing that I’ve ever said
Weather its something you’ve read or something you took from what I said
Because you were born knowing the truth and it’s not out there somewhere
Not where you can read it or out where people preach and believe it
Inside lies the greatest treasure, even unlocked and no key to lock it
Now be willing and knowing that you already know
Don’t hold your breath just be ready to know
There’s nothing crazy about thinking out of the lines, not following the signs
You don’t have to believe me but you do have to hear me
Some might wonder how to take the first step to make the last lap
Wonder what’s wrong with my hat but there’s no place you can buy my thinking cap
It’s all inside where yours and your own rules are the only ones you abide by
So stop taking other people and making them something else in your mind
Stop buying and trying to stall time
Its not up to you to make the world better in your view
Its only up to you to be you

No Seperation

Rich people wouldn’t be rich if it wasn’t for the poor people paying them to be rich
So stand aside society
Stand aside ready for change
And not the kind that you find hitting the streets
Making your heart move faster than your feet
But the kind that beats you when you think your on top
You know we’re not ready for such
But it’s begging to get out
Begging to be free
It just takes one touch to change society
-:-All time ever does is grow things-:-

New Way To Heaven

There’s another way to heaven
Another way to heaven
There’s got to be another
Way to heaven
But what you didn’t know
Is that you got to go through hell
Surfing on this array of light
Searching words to explain
But I don’t mind that I am restless all the time
Cause I need to know, I need to know
If what I’m seeing is true
And I’ve felt this way, for ever so long
I just need to be untied
Well I couldn’t believe the sight
The sight that captured me last night
Everything disappeared and there is was so clear
A figure stood, about the size of a cross
And suddenly, a lasso was upon me
Pulling me in for the kill
Pulling me with all my skin
But it will all be gone soon
Still I wish I never kissed, that dark shadow in the night
I know there’s got to be
Another way to heaven
Another way to heaven
There’s another way to heaven
But what you didn’t know
Is that you got to go though hell

Taking it Old

Well I've been riding fifteen, in my car
Waiting for the answers to fall into my sunroof
And after I've drove this far
I’ve realized you have to reach out there and grab
So go on, go on, go on and get out
So just know no one is going to tell - you the answers
You got to open your palms, open your palms
Open your eyes, reach out and grab

The world is out there
For your taking
If you want you can hug every tree
Spend all day eating ice cream
But as long as you know
You're not doing it for anybody - else
You are really going to be where you ought to be
Driving 15 – below just to feel
With all your windows down, while its snowing
Now what would be, the point of talking
All we got is all we got, silence explains it all

Sitting behind the wheel on four wheels
Now how can I think I'm not going anywhere
The scenery pushes, over the hills
And -just-to-think-that-its-all-mine
Slowing the fifteen - pull over
Time after time, running out of gas
But its ok, there’s no one to blame
It’s a new day - new life for everything
And who's to say - I won't see what-you-never-will
At least I'll never take it for granted again
Now that I know, my feet also have places to go
You just have to be - willing to give in to control
Forget about what's new - forget about it, go back to the old

Flooded Heart
At least I got this feeling one time
Over and over
Flipped up and sober
Wished the magical string
Was not so taught
At least we know the light of day
Bright and brighter
Blinded and lighter
Now we have something to compare
Suspended in thin air
For the first time we see
A miracle in everything
These floating petals
Give the wind something to dance about
Tumble and tumble
Dirt turns humble
Looking for footprints to walk in
Stop waiting for this road to be built
Standing on tippy toes to peer over the hill
Where to nowhere
No one to share
Staring down at forever settled dust
Taking that first bear footed step
Rushing through your brain, blood, and body
Feelings to feel
Belief in unreal
With every step, a mother gives birth
With every stumble, death occurs
Now climbing up slope and sliding slantways
Your heart has been set in motion
You brain will follow
Your feet will make the dust want to catch up
While off your head a stream of flowing hair will forever smile

trees. i really like trees. they are so calming and inspiring to me. when i look at any tree, i see perfectness. to me it is in complete random branching and they way each one is different that makes them perfect. it is difficult to capture the feeling swaying brances give me, it is just the feeling of life all around me. to be standing in the wind without any troubles, just to be apart of whats around you. to be born from a tiny seed, growing and branching outward, with a co-dependace with the world around you. Everything in the world is like this, we all have relationships with eachother, with trees, with dirt. most people dont choose to see it, it is a realization that most dont even recognize to exist. but we all feel it inside, the feelings we get when looking into the eyes of another, or playing in the snow. just looking outside and staring, just being in the moment and forgetting about everything brings about this extraordinary sense of being alive and playing such a small part of things around you. well thats what we need to do, just sit and forget and stare. like nothing is there and you dont have to go anywhere and you dont have to think about anyting because you are just a tree, rooted to the ground being moved by the passing wind. the flow of life around you while you flow through other things. some people look and because they dont understand they misjudge, as if your crazy, like you have no life. they may look at you and ask whats wrong or what are you doing, but you dont remember, you dont know anything except that you have been alive more than they will ever be. we have to be careful to not disturb life around us, the passing ants and the branching trees, even if they do get in "our" way. well its not our way, its just the way, no ones to claim. everything is existing in the way it was ment to be, so when we change this, we scar ourselves, we stop ourselves from being alive in true life. why create your own world if it is not real, why belive that one thing is better than another, that one way is better. it is all right, and if it happens then it is ment be that way, why change it. changing our world just puts us farther and farther into a cave, keeps us blind from the real world and what life is really about.

dropped copper

when i reach for the stars and come back with a handfull of
not tall enough
im not afraid of the things i know nothing about
to embrace them is stepping in front of the
ask for spare change
so we go to sleep and wake up and repeat
read the next step on the list of
never going to make it
in what mold do we shape ourselves
believing moving pictures at the
stealing bread
always left wondering how we got to this point
grey brissley beards left seeds to grow out of
never smart enough
so it is, time has come and wraped along your leg
pulling down and falling while grasping the
picking up dropped copper
i know when you dont fit into the puzzle
you get thrown and forgotten with the rest of
not tall enough

Tree Tied
I am tied here to this tree by a leash
The tree is tied by its growing roots
The roots are dug into moist ground
The ground is wraped in miles around
All around is lifed tied to the earth
So the earth is what I am holding down
Tied it back with my selfish leash
Then my disturbance in peacefullness
Will scar the mother more than I can know
Nothing will be left to cherish
And I am worried about being tied to a tree?

Taking it like a champ, believing im going to end up drinking the cool water holding the belt. But reality is my enemy finding new ways to beat me. The kicking while im down marks the outside, but the looks and feelings explode my inside. It would be nice if the sun shone just for one day, and in that day i could do everything a normal fighter does, not stopping to obey the rules, not thinking I'm a fool. Just being what I do best, crave the existiance that gives to the hands that feed the monster. Raping is his discharge, leaving me to scrabble for my energy, changing me from within. Meeting a chance to fight with my old personaliy only to begin the cycle again. Who are these people that know me, to say my type and what my goal is. Should I believe them if I dont know the answer?

I had an idea to make a vw beetle look like a ninja turtle..get the paint job to look like a ninja turtle...i copywrite that idea. im a fat dorkus.

Fate is not far behind
Why do my shut eyes weep?
It is evident in the way I walk
Wanting to be walking somewhere else
Flashes of faces and the one
The one that stalks me
I can hear you looking
When my back was turned
I could feel that I was admired
But my reality is mine
I’m having it hard enough
Realizing that it stops at my eyes
My ears and brain know otherwise
I can’t stop it, cause it hasn’t started
But I beg for your beauty
So I lie waiting and walking by
Some day it will grasp me
And shake me about
Being slapped awkwardly
The churning and mining
The last gasp and last beat
Happens every moment and every picture
When all I look for is crescent lips
Thrown in my direction, I’m faulted
I can’t break out of this body made of stone
Waiting for my sculptor, chisel in hand
Make me your prize, worthy of attention
I just want someone to say I’m priceless
But in my self the praise belongs to the gentle hand
The mind that pulled me out of the boundaries
I just assume not think about it

umm yes... fairly bored here. i cant think of anything to write. it snowed and sleeted alot here, but i was hoping for no school today.ehh oh well. all the snow is turnning into quick sand and when you walk through it you get sucked in. so i dont know why they didnt cancel classes, i have to carry a walking stick where ever i go. im wating on more homeless encounters so that i can share them..but nothing new. ive gotten word from omar that i can come up to see him in greece during spring break. all i have to do is get my parents to pay for it...umm i dont think im that convincing. well i hope im able to go. im too lazy to go out to get food, all ive got is two stale doughnuts from this weekend, that meaghan bought cause we were hungry at 1 in the morning. maybe if i put them in the microwave they will soften up...or else they can be used as a paper weight or a potential wepon..i mean they are hard as a rock. well im goin back to plain my guitar

valentines day? a cathloic started holiday in celebration of st. valentine. there is not much know about st. valentine, in fact, there are three saints, st. valentines or valentinus, that this holiday could be named after. one legend contends that st.valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men -- his crop of potential soldiers. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When Valentine's actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death. Other stories suggest that Valentine may have been killed for attempting to help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons where they were often beaten and tortured. According to one legend, Valentine actually sent the first 'valentine' greeting himself. While in prison, it is believed that Valentine fell in love with a young girl -- who may have been his jailor's daughter -- who visited him during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter, which he signed 'From your Valentine,' an expression that is still in use today. So why do we celebrate Valentine's day on Feburary 14? Well of course it's the cathloics that decide to put it on day to contend with other religons. Christian church may have decided to celebrate Valentine's feast day in the middle of February in an effort to 'christianize' celebrations of the pagan Lupercalia festival. Pope Gelasius declared February 14 St. Valentine's Day around 498 A.D. The Roman 'lottery' system for romantic pairing was deemed un-Christian and outlawed. Later, during the Middle Ages, it was commonly believed in France and England that February 14 was the beginning of birds' mating season, which added to the idea that the middle of February -- Valentine's Day -- should be a day for romance. The oldest known valentine still in existence today was a poem written by Charles, Duke of Orleans to his wife while he was imprisoned in the Tower of London following his capture at the Battle of Agincourt. The greeting, which was written in 1415, is part of the manuscript collection of the British Library in London, England. Several years later, it is believed that King Henry V hired a writer named John Lydgate to compose a valentine note to Catherine of Valois.
According to the Greeting Card Association, an estimated one billion valentine cards are sent each year, making Valentine's Day the second largest card-sending holiday of the year. (An estimated 2.6 billion cards are sent for Christmas.) Approximately 85 percent of all valentines are purchased by women. In addition to the United States, Valentine's Day is celebrated in Canada, Mexico, the United Kingdom, France, and Australia.

(information provided by www.historychannel.com)

i got alot of ideas. i think im going to write a book or movie. i want to be able to effect people in a positve way and help view things in a different light. im reading plato's writings about socrates, it helped me. socrates was sentenced to death because he was said to be corupting the youth of athens. people always have negative feelings to those who are different or those who think differently. many people punish and outcast those who are different in society, just because its not normal or accepted. socrates was said to be wise, but he never thought himself to be wise. he loved to talk and think and ask questions, this is something that we all should do. why should we cast out those who truly make a difference, those who do not belong, for it is in them that we are able to be who we are, individuals. why does society murder all those who tell the truth, we want to make a world in a place that doesnt belong to us in the first place. i think that if we accept the world as it truly is, accept people and what they have to say, then cilvilization would be in better harmony, and peace. we have yet to accept the fact that we cant own everything, life is not for sale.

Here is another web site that gets my intrest. It goes along with what i had to say about christmas. i believe some of what this site proclaims, but dont here it from me check the site out and figure out your own way. Christmas Resistance

Ive stumbled upon something interesting, click the link {>} squirrel Fishing.

my head hurts
i want to go to sleep
im drinking tea
i want it to snow or sleet
or something
cannibalism is gross
my sugar packet fell into my tea
it is globuled with the paper
i want to go to sleep
my head still hurts
like it used to
i want to go somewhere
where my ideas come true
where i can live
instead of planning
i cant count on the future
i dont want to count on the future
what about now
my head hurts now
but im just planning on going to sleep
planning on time to waste away
time to take me away
i know what i have to do
or shold do
i do what im supposed to do
not what i know i have to do
but im wating on
somthing easier to come
and do it for me, i know
i know in order for me
to be alive now i have to
do what makes my head
hurt go away

Commercial Break

All we do is spend time watching TV
We never go outside because its all on TV
Now what is it with this world today
When reality is defined by a picture screen
Now we all have forgotton about open skies
When our lives are defined by a picture screen

All it takes is one in a crowd to spread a diease
So why not take one to spread the word
The truth is not what you see but what you feel inside and know to be
Dont close your ears, only your eyes
There's people out there that would like you to be blind
So I hope you realize that there is a world you don't know
A world not given to you so easily through the TV

Bathroom thought: Can you smell your own boogers?

I don’t want to wake up in the morning
I just want to stay asleep
And maybe I’d keep on dreaming
Of all the things I want to be

Easier this way to be me
One in a crowd of faces
I want to be the one looking
Looking in the other way

What I see now is nothing
Shapes and lines are for you
I wish i could see the truth
Take away the chains from my brain

"Art is a lie realizing the truth"
"History is truth becomming falshood, myth is falshood becomming truth"
all truths lie, even words can be picked apart to find discrepency, but just have that holy moment and be where you are, stare and dont think, let your body know the truth and your brain will follow.

i went pee in a urinal today. directly in eye distance was some grafiti written on the wall "This is not the joke. The joke is down there". Of couse i chuckled a bit, but then realized there were two guys next to me. I felt slightly embarassed looking down and laughing at my self.

hello! save the humans. Ive thought of some new ideas. Ive changed my picture page a bit, but I added some save the humans logos i made, they are on my pic page so check them out and let me know what you think. i want to make stickers out of them and stick them to things. i guess thats what you do with stickers. well my empire is just a little bit bigger, hopefully with your support my cause will be greater and stronger, but first i have to come up with a cause....humm...save the humans, a anti-war campaign? Help the homeless? protect the enviroment? stop discrimination against all people?........let me know what you are thinking

So I've decided to get a new engine for my beelte, well a used one, and get it running again. Hopefully it will work. I am putting it up for sale but i think it will be a while until i sell it. I make a link to my beetle picture on the left.

Another homeless sighting:
Willy, A.K.A. High As A Butterfly
So I was on my way to a thrift store, skating along, when i came to a bad section of the side walk. I couldnt skate on it so i go off my board and started walking with it. It wasnt long before i heard some hootin and hollerin' from my right. Now i tried not to look, because i knew that this uncomfortable noise was directed towards me. So i kept walking....not looking...trying not to look..."Yomon!"..."Yomon!" darnet i looked. This scraggly homeless negro was staggering towards me trying to get my attention. Well, he wasnt so scragly, in fact you could say he was kind of spiffed up for a homeless guy. His attire consisted of (in order that they got my attention): 1)BRIGHTLY colored tie-dye t-shirt. 2)Black beanie with rainbow stripes on the brow. 3) Black belt, with metal holes in it (lookes like the kind girls wear).
4)dirt coverd jeans, with holes and the like. 5)black sweat pants underneath. 6)grey sweat shirt underneath his tie-dye shirt. 7)Sunglasses, the cheap jogging kind. Like a purple reflective lense, where i couldnt see his eyes. Thats what i can remember....also let me mention he had dreads too. His speach pattern was off, like most homeless people he spoke very relaxed, combineing words and not prouncing them fully.
"Yomon whatis dat?(pointing at my skateboard)" "Aoh yagot dreadsdoo" translation: "good day sir, what is that thing you are carrying? and oh, you have dreads too."
I said "yeah i have dreads, this is my skate board".
"Ohiss a..skatbood, mandis alonskatbood." translation: "Oh, i see, a skate board. Man, this is a long skateboard"
"yeah it is"
"Ah andur dreaz, yagot dreads" he said with excitement. translation: "and your dreads, you have dreads"
at this point he stuck out his arms, as if to give me a hug. I really didnt know what he wanted me to do, so i got close and attemped a hug of some sort. Now i feel like i belong to some club or gang, people walking by think we are long lost friends or something. Im starting to itch too?!
"Telmemon, whyyawant dreds, imaight wit whiteman havin dredzandall, noprobem, but whiedya getdredz" translation:"Tell me sir, why did you want dreads? I mean, i am alright with a white man havinig dreads, not a problem, buy why did you get them?"
"I just wanted to, I like them"
"Rhitlysomon, dreadsargood. heymon whaisurname?" translation:"Rightly so sir, your dreads look good. Pardon me, perhaps could you tell me what your name is?
"My name is Mike"
"Aho Mik, minamis Willy, butpeople ca-me ..hiasa buterfly", sticking out his hand and doing some handshake with me. translation:"Please to meet you Mike. My name is Willy, but people call me High As A Butterfly"
"ok(chuckling a bit)"
"aightmon, jabodich mino bla bla bla" translation: "alright sir, (jibberish)" i didnt know what he was really saying at this point, your guess is as good as mine.
"yeah, well, i got to head home now"
"okmon, kepdadreads..okmon" translation:"ok, have a nice day and keep the dreads"
And at that my encounter was at its end. We walked in our seperate directions, leaving me speachless and thoughtless and just wanting to take a shower.

Ready...Im trying here people. Its just that its hard for me to be inspired staring at this, box. my computer. the screen. I get alot of ideas, really, but not right now. I remember alot of things i want to write down, they come to me when i am lying in bed. it seems that it is then where my thoghts are clearest, and even more persistant. It is kind of ironic, the moment where i want peace and to stop thinking, i think the most. I just sit in bed for hours, with tons of ideas and thoughts and feelings, everything seems to be at its peek. i would write them all down, but im lazy. I really had some good thoughts too, and i would like to have shared them with you guys, but i cant think of them now. I wish i had written them down, or there was something to record what i was thinking. it would also be easier if i didnt have a roomate, because then i could get up and play my guitar when a good tune comes into my head, or turn on the light to write it down. but no, i lose all the good stuff. all the passion is gone, and i continually regret not writing things down when they come to mind. i guess i should start.....i'll get back to you with some brilliant stuff, i mean, borderline mind blowing stuff....take a seat....

every one knows
the feeling told
a dot, contained
an arrow, flat
lines and beyond
beautiful is forgotten
words are forgotten
circle to circle
center red is struck
blink, but stare
sprouted feathers explode
with ground falling
air and more air
tis what we owe
pleasure of first shot
in season blossoming
come yee
carrier and archer
let me feel
so that i know
what is real
a burning heart
with winged angel
it proclaims :
"for a time
your eyes may be
unblind, this i give
the power of chance
vison of true
a mind, unwritten
some take with pain
some leave bear
only the wise
shut thou eyes
to reveal what
is truly there"

We can't think witout words
this is what a professor just said to my class. its a confusing statement to me at least, because i'd hope that my thinking wasn't confined to words, so i thought it was true. Then i asked to myself: "isnt a picutre worth a thousand words"? so dreams and pictures in my mind would void this statement because they could be a type of thinking too, right? who cares anyway, that guy is dumb for even getting me started

ok well..due to popular demand, and by popular demand i mean ...well it just sounds cool, i will get back into the habit of writing stuff. so how was ur break..i cant really say christmas break because not everyone celebrates christmas, and not everyone celebrates christmas for the right reasons. It is supposed to be a chirstain holiday, but people who belive in the tooth fairy more than they believe in jesus, or god, celebrate christmas. so it has become that the 25 of december has been degraded from jesus' birthday to a day of exchanging gifts and extreme glutony, fitting our materialistic world perfectly. another thing that bothers me is that jesus wasn't even born in december. according to ancient records jesus was born in april, or so i've heard from the discovery channel, and the catholic/christian church moved it to december to compete with the jewish holidy of chaunaka (how ever you spell it). In the month of april is also easter, and we can't have two major holidays so close to each other. So it just that in it's self changes the meaning of the Christmas, i mean if anyone could choose to celeberate their birthday on any other day...it wouldnt really be their birthday...well from now on im changing my birthday from october 23 to ...say july 4, its just sounds cool...ok anyway. Im just sayin that christmas is a confusing holiday, i just feel that people try to put all this meaning behind it that they dont even fully believe or support. the holiday is not really what we think it to be, its just all dressed up with lights and nice wrapping paper that we just get so carried away with all the phyical, material things that what we really want it to be about doenst happen. Instead it turns into a month where parents can make their kids behave and act all sweet to each other just so they can get their barbie dream house or paint ball gun the've always wanted. there is really nothing wrong with giving and being nice once in a while, it just bothers me that its connected to religion and faith, very weakly might i add, because its just doenst make sense to me. over the years i've noticed my intrest in christmas decline, its just not really about what i thought it was, but there is nothing i can really do about it but gritt my teeth and spend all my money, then be broke and feeling even more frustrated when valentine's day comes around. now just dont get me started on that wack holiday.

whats up everyone, I haven't written in a while...i will write later tonight. Just letting you know I didn't get run over by reindeer, im still alive.

UPS passes by every day
a knock at the skin door opens my breast plate
every peril is invited
walk into my chest and sit down on the lonley stool
in the middle of light and dark with trobbing walls
you proclaim and pronounce, state and spill
i take all your fears, sadness, weakness, and pain
puke up the bad thoughts as it absorbs into the warmth between the floor boards
this confessional never echos one word that has been spoken
when your basket is empty, your smile is reflected
get up and leave as the dropped stones compress the internal spring
more weight is added to the duck taped boxes
stored where they are felt every day but never seen
someone should mail these packages,
I am only the keeper and soon all my space will be filled
no place for my pictures or band-aids
one of a kind, there is no one to take mine
the spring compresses but the door is always open
the thought of spontanous combustion is not enough to stop
as long as the wings are above me
i'll continue to make sparks and light up the world

what is nature, gods hand at work
the bad is a problem, the good is fortune
in need of help, wanting to blame and easy to point
nothing but pain and unexplained is given to him
daily life and living does not care
notice what is there but you dont see
make an effort to not try
feel the light and the dark two sides
know that they are both truth
believe not past nor future because they dont exist
dont judge, dont think, dont know
whats is right is inside
feel do listen no matter to question
what is going to happen has already changed your life
the action in the past is no action now
think and wonder not why
why not?

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where is that switch to my mind
that there is no defined line
even when i stop
my head does not
shut it down turn it off
let peace enter
but i try to hard
think about everything
the noise has no volume
alas it is not just noise
to bear this gift
my mind is contained
this body of pain
i am the world
yet i am only one
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You’re a friend in a haystack
You’re a friend in a haystack
You’re a friend in a haystack
Cause you walking around blind
With a needle in your eye
I hope you don’t hope to die
I hope you don’t hope to die
I hope you don’t hope to die
Cause my heart is crossed
My heart is crossed

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Hey, you people from everywhere
I’m wearing underwear on my, head
You think you got problems well
I’m wearing underwear on my, head
I don’t like to brag but
It’s clear to see just how insane I, am
With all this underwear there is
No where left to go but to white, walls
These walls, oh these walls,
Seem to get closer and closer each day
But at least I got my underwear
On my head everywhere
Smothered in underwear

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Arrg, I dont know why blogger is being wierd and not posting the rest of my writing. If you want to read the rest of it just go to the archives on the left, and click on the one that has december 6th in it. How rude of blogger to do this...I'll be posting picures of us in the snow on the pic site and the other one. Im trying to keep up with it all, but I recently lost my VCU ID card so its been pretty crappy trying to get a new one...maybe I shouldnt have thrown that orange, cause thats when I think I dropped it. Oh well, theres nothing I can do but strech foreward and forget about my woes...P.S. I dyed one of my dreads a funky dark redish color, but the color blends with the brown of my hair anway, meaghan says it looks like a bloody tampon but I'd like to think of it as butt cleavage...wait... i hate butt cleavage, more like Armandex (copywrited bye mike entertainment)..which is Armani Spandex.

The first snow fall in Richmond was great. December 4, and we got a couple of inches with a nice glazeing of ice too. The ice is fun to eat, and i found the largest Icecicle in the city, a whoping 2 and a half feet long...estimated of course. I had fun sticking my toung to various poles, but it never got stuck..darn! The everyone was outside in Monroe Park having the biggest snowball fight in the world...there was like 1,028 people out there..according to Lauren. But we all had fun,me meaghan lauren and maggie wallked around a bit, watching all the funny and stupid people. It was like a huge riot, with gang wars. Crazy. Evey time the snow plows went by everyone threw snow balls at it and screamed for them to go home..then meaghan drew a pig (demented pig) in the snow on the back of a police car...we kept making random people look at it, but i dont think they understood. All I can say is that I had fun, and its goin to be a story that im goin to tell my grand kids.....when they ask "Pappy, whats snow look like? (because global warming would make snow extinct)..and I would say "gather around kids, Pappy is gonna tell ye all a true story...back in the day of my college years, there was a great big snow storm..with snow mounds 10 feet tall..we were swimming in a sea of snow, thats how i lost my pinky toe..and i vowed to get revenge upon this great white monster. I batteled hard and long until we were both out of energy, and alas, it the battle was finished...but the war was far from over. I then shouted out: It may take our pinky toes, but it will never take out FREEDOM!"

Life is a VCR
I wish but dare not say that life could be something else
It was just a dream I had one day
That life was a VCR
I looked back and my feet were stuck in a V-shaped position
No choices could be made
Even a fork in the road has places to go
While I knew if I didn’t think about it
It would had disappeared
But it was too late cause my feet had moved
As my brain continued to perplex
I thought about a simple button
That life was a VCR
With all the dust on the film
The images were blurred
And one could only guess at what it could be
Through the smiles and laughter
Pause and rewind would dominate
But inevitably it must continue
And we watch to see what might happen next
Remote in hand, it is life that we watch
That life was a VCR
To see yourself as something less
To see that that the tape has to end
To see and let it all pass by
Leads me to wonder why I’m still sitting here
I can be making my own movie
But my feet are still stuck here
Pause is still on
Just waiting for my brain to get back from the fridge
I see it all stopped around me
Nothing but blank faces and snow on the screen
Could it have been possible
That life was a VCR
Someone else was waiting for me to end
And that red square was pressed
The film was cut short and I know there was more to come
But someone pressed that red square
There is nothing I can do but stay here and rewind
Then reluctantly return the tape to its rightful owner

Another English Essay....
Vegetarianism

You’re hungry, what will you eat. Are you thinking about a nice big steak, or juicy hamburger to fill you up? It is possible that the food we choose to eat greatly impacts our society and our individual lives. Americans proud themselves on being better than one another, and we are always trying to beat out the competitor. A simple change in our diet can improve the world around us: economy, environment, health, and well-being. The change of not eating meat, thus stopping mass production of animals, may not seem all that simple. Some cringe at the thought of this, but why is meat so precious to us Americans if it is proven we don’t need it to survive? In fact we are healthier without it. The few who opt for this diet are called vegetarians. Anyone who leads a meatless diet is considered vegetarian, but there are also different degrees of this diet. They range from eating eggs and milk to no animal products at all, even the use of leather. In return, vegetarians as a whole are healthier and tend to have a higher life expectancy. Yes, you may live longer by being vegetarian. So what reasons do we have for eating meat?
Vegetarianism has been around for centuries. Its history dates back to ancient Indian and Greek civilizations. Pythagoras, a Greek philosopher, believed and recommended the vegetarian diet. This philosophy was also practiced by Socrates and his pupil, Plato. Most ancient communities found it was easier to be vegetarian, because of the work involved in catching and killing animals. Many meats were hard to come by, and more expensive for the working class to purchase. Vegetarianism today has been boosted by many movements in history. During the fifteenth century, painter, sculptor, and inventor Leonardo da Vinci was one of the most notable vegetarians in Western society. Da Vinci also believed that using animals for clothing and food was brutal and showed a lack of mercy (Serafin 13). Vegetarianism was reintroduced in the 1960’s, with the protest for an end to the war in Vietnam came new thoughts for people to care for the environment and the world around us. Many of the people who participated in this new environmental movement were vegetarians. Health food stores and vegetarian restaurants began to appear in some cities and many college towns around the United States (Serafin 14). Vegetarianism is wide spread today, and it is a part of our cultural history.
Our culture is woven around vegetarians, and you might not even know if your best friend is vegetarian. William Shakespeare, Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein, and Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley were all known vegetarians. Many famous athletes don’t eat meat, such as tennis champion Martina Navratilova, baseball player and home run champion Hank Aaron, and Kathy Johnson, an Olympic medalist in gymnastics (Serafin 14). They and other great athletes are living proof that vegetarians are not weaker and less active than those who eat meat, as some claim they are. Movie and television stars like Steve Martin, Dustin Hoffman, Kim Basinger, and Sara Gilbert are all proudly vegetarian. Maybe you have listened to the music of Michael Jackson, Natalie Merchant, or Paul McCartney, all of whom are vegetarians as well (Serafin 15). This is to show that being vegetarian doesn’t mean you are an outcast from society, and every vegetarian has different reasons for being so.
When considering vegetarianism, there are many aspects to factor in. When you eat meat, you are condoning animal cruelty and the way our society takes life for granted. Vegetarians believe in animal rights, and disagree with the way animals are bred to be killed. A great amount of these animals experience cruelty and even torture during their short lived lives. Chickens are kept in small cages, cows in stalls with no room to exercise. Many animals are contaminated with hormones, antibiotics, tranquilizers, preservatives, additives and pesticides that can have a negative effect on our health (Null 5); to even see how these animals are slaughtered is enough to contemplate vegetarianism.
Pastures for grazing animals are a waste of food and energy. Proof is shown in the Sports Nutrition Guide for Vegetarians: “The grain used to feed animals provides only a fraction of the energy involved in eating the grain. For every 100 calories of plant material eaten by a cow, only 10 calories are stored in the cow. It takes an average of 430 gallons of water to produce one pound of meat…” (Dorfman 4), this is to show the tremendous waste of energy involved in raising animals opposed to growing crops. The over production of animals increases waste matter, this is also a damaging factor to our environment. The waste can run off into streams and pollute the water. Nitrogen levels build up in the streams causing algae growth, thus disrupting the ecosystem equilibrium. The excess methane gas from animal waste can have a small, but significant effect on Global Warming. Forests are being cleared for more grazing land. This lack of trees impacts nature’s way of balancing oxygen and carbon dioxide gases. With purchasing and consuming of meat products you are allowing the waste and destruction of the earth. An increase in vegetarians would result in a reduction of meat production, and therefore a greater environmental balance. Know what you’re eating and do something about it.
To understand how a piece of meat got on your plate is a disgusting thing to think about, so some people just plead ignorance. If you really thought about it, you would not want to eat it. When you eat a hamburger at McDonald’s do you actually think about what is in it? It could very well be the not so pleasant parts of an animal. Most people don’t realize what they eat affects everything you do; you should know what you are eating. If you just don’t care then why not eat skunks or rats as well, instead of eating more sociably acceptable animals? Would you eat man’s best friend? If these ideas don’t sound appetizing to you, then also contemplate that all living animals deserve to be treated the same. Becoming vegetarian will not only make you healthier, but give you an over all sense of well being.
There are numerous health benefits to being vegetarian, and many studies have supported this diet. “One major advantage to consuming a plant-based diet is the reversal of coronary heart disease, shown most recently by Dean Ornish, M.D., and his Preventive Medicine Research Institute. His program demonstrated that arteries that have become clogged with fatty deposits actually respond to lifestyle and dietary changes, including a low-fat vegetarian diet…” (Dorfman 3), states the Vegetarian Sports Nutrition Guide. It’s proven that eating meat increases your fat intake, and that increases your chances of getting heart disease. A vegetarian diet decreases many health risks, and even types of cancer. “Reduced rates of lung and colorectal cancer have also been shown, likely because of the abundance of dietary fiber, vegetables, and fruits consumed. Lower estrogen levels in vegetarian women may also protect against breast cancer. A 1998 study published in the American Dietetic Association Journal reported less oxidative DNA damage and lower breast cancer risk when consuming cooked vegetables versus a diet with meat” (Dorfman 4) reports the Sports Nutrition Guide for Vegetarians. Eating the correct vegetarian diet can easily be comparable to a meat diet and in most ways even healthier.
Many myths arise about not eating enough nutrients, especially protein, on a vegetarian diet. Consider this: when an athlete wants to improve his or her performance they cut down on meats, and increase their intake of carbohydrates (Havala, Suzanne 18). This increases their stamina and results in better performance. Thus, vegetarian diets have an advantage because they tend consist of primarily pastas, rice, grains and bread product which all contain high amounts of carbohydrates. Some may think that the only good source of protein is meat, this is also a myth. When considering that the main part of an animal’s diet comes from greens and leafy products, it is easily seen that the protein made starts from plant sources. Why not cut the “middle man” out and just eat the plants? Too much protein can have its negative effects too. An abundance of protein can raise acid levels in the body, deplete calcium sources, tear up your kidneys, and possibly accelerate the age of many bodily organs. Even NASA has realized this, the increase of kidney stones in space, and is considering a vegetarian diet for their astronauts. Even consuming meat just for the protein is not good, because of all the other fats and contaminates contained in it. Vegetarians eat nuts, grain, milk, eggs, beans and such to gain protein while not intoxicating their bodies with it. Dr. Mervyn G. Gardinge, medical physician and researcher with degrees from Harvard and Stanford, wrote a whole paper on “Do human beings need to eat meat?”, finally concluding that we can do without the substance (Null 137). Why even pay for something, when you can get the better nutrients at a lower cost?
Meat is the American cultural symbol. A lot of our economy’s money goes into the production and effects of meat. “Our government is in fact subsidizing the cost of meat there times over: first for its production, second for its environmental cost, and third for the increase in health care costs” (Vesanto, Melina 76). If farming favored grains and vegetables, then a greater number of people could be feed more cheaply and efficiently. Even simply deciding not to buy that steak or huge turkey can save you more, and overall increase your spending money. There you go; vegetarianism answers all your problems, even financial ones. If you even missed that taste of meat, there are a plethora of substitute products at your disposal.
We have all heard of them, meat substitutes. They are the cheap mans meat or girly patties, wrong! If you don’t eat those Boca burgers simply because you are scared of what people will think of you then you are missing out. There is a plethora of products available as an alternative to eating meat. There is hotdogs, burgers, ground beef, sausages, fish, and chicken that are all healthier substitutes to eating the real thing. Much of the grocery sold meat replacements contain significantly less amounts of fat, and contain more protein than meat itself. Some may argue they don’t taste like its real predecessor, but that’s simply due to the lack of harmful toxins and unhealthy material. One can simply cut the real meat out of their diet, not eating more or less vegetables or fruits, and add in the meat substitute without noticing a difference in taste or nutrients. In fact, this way would definitely be healthier and cut most of the dreaded fat out of our daily consumption. If this lifestyle is not even considered, then there must something wrong with Americans today, right?
It is precisely that, there is something wrong. It’s called American Culture. Meat has been held up high for so long that it has become a part of our image of a perfect society. We need it as much as we need sport utility vehicles for highway driving. There is no factual reason to keep meat in our diets, yet there is only about seven percent of Americans who choose to be Vegetarian (Havala 14). The American society is based on improvement, making its people the best and leading the “perfect” life. So why not choose vegetarianism if it embodies American ideals, making our lives better. Maybe its time we thought about what we do, instead of letting the popular image make our choices.

I just wanted to follow up and say that the essay I posted is not entirely true. Some things are exaggerations. The exaggerations are just for my English Class, because of the requirements set for the essay. Just letting you know not to take it all literally. Peace.

This is an Essay I wrote for english class about a life expirence I have had:

Who Cares About Tomorrow

It was November 14, another day of 12th grade was about to begin. I woke up wondering why Omar or Chris hadn’t called me the night before for our usual talk about the girls we liked, but I thought nothing of it. I came all prepared for the day ahead and walked in my first class just as the bell rang. It was about thirty minutes into the class when Mr. Goldman, my counselor, knocked at the door and interrupted my regular class nap.
“May I please see Michael Blahut for a few moments?” I quickly thought back to see if I had done anything wrong and I couldn’t find myself guilty of any such actions, so naturally I was glad to be relieved of my algebra class. I got up, wiped any drool remains off my face, and followed Mr. Goldman down the hall.
“So, how have you been?” he asked, breaking the silence.
“Pretty good” I replied in a hesitant manner, not knowing what he was getting at.
“How’s soccer going?” asked Mr. Goldman.
“Alright” I stated as we walked into the main office.
He informed me we were going to talk with a few people, I was really wondering what
was going on. Once I walked into this conference room I was feverishly knocking my brain, trying to figure what this was all about. A calm faced woman, nicely dressed with a serious and professional look in her eyes was sitting down at the end of the long table. She spoke plainly and asked me to take a seat, while more people were to be expected. At first I thought this was going to be about my family situation, because of my parents’ recent divorce and my sister refusing to attend school. My notions slowly changed when I saw my friends entering the room. First it was Preston, a fellow soccer player, then Matt, another friend. Other people came in that I recognized including Omar’s current girl friend, Meghan. We were all just sitting there waiting for something to begin, waiting on the straight faced lady. My mind crept back to continue the day dream I was having.
The car was fast and I was jealous. My best friend Omar had just bought a 1993 Mazda RX7 Twin Turbo. We had shopped around together looking at cars for him to buy and I kept telling him not to get anything too exotic or fast but he always wanted to go fast. Of course I didn’t blame him; I was always trying to get my ‘94 Acura Integra to go faster. Now he had the faster car and I was happy for him, but at the same time I wanted to steal the RX7 and peal out at every stop light on my way to Vegas. So now that Omar had a car, other than his previous beat up Honda Accord, he would be taking us around and showing off his new muscle. By us, I mean me and Chris, our other best friend. We were the trio of friends that did everything together, from soccer to chewing sunflower seeds on the side of the road. The problems arose when Omar got the car, because it only seated two, a passenger and a driver. So it was obvious to see the dilemma.
“Alright, rock-paper-scissors!” proclaimed Chris, who was always the instigator. Chris and I were always doing rock-paper-scissors to see who would get to ride with Omar and who would take their own car to wherever we were headed off to. I didn’t mind losing the seat to Chris, because I liked driving my Integra, but Chris always insisted on “best out of three” for any game we played. The sucker I was, I always agreed to the next rounds until I lost. So it became that I didn’t even bother going with Omar anymore, and Chris was all time “shotgun”.
“Dude, that was freakin’ hilarious!” I shouted after Omar condemned a bike cop to Hell.
“We got to tell Chris about that one…” exclaimed Omar.
At the time this was all just fun, something to make our routine lives more exciting. We all had fun riding with Omar, it gave us some interesting stories to tell, and something to brag about to our less adventurous friends. We had fun and that’s all we ever cared about.
Omar, Chris, and I did everything together. Many of times we found ourselves in conflict with other authorities, but with Omar’s mouth, Chris’ charm, and my intelligence, we were able to wiggle ourselves out of almost any situation. Chris’ parents had just bought him a brand new Jeep Cherokee, fully loaded. Naturally, we wanted to see if this car could hold up to its sport utility name. We did everything to that car, even unexplainable things. When the mechanics couldn’t understand how a door got bent completely backwards, Chris made up some out of this world story involving a gas station and faulty door closing mechanism. Unknown to the mechanics and Chris’ parents, he had been goofing around when Omar was getting into the car, flooring it backwards while the door hit a light pole. The three of us had many adventures off-roading that I will not dare to incriminate myself in. The winter was my favorite time. When school was cancelled due to the “un-drivable” conditions of the road, we called each other up and agreed to take out the Jeep.
“Man, I can’t believe I survived that” I blurted out of my mouth.
“Yeah, that was pretty dangerous” Chris said with a laughter.
“Let’s do it again!” Omar shouted, but we had already started another run. We attached sleds to the back of the car and took turns sliding at speeds of forty, even fifty miles an hour and eventually ending up in a snow bank along side of the road. We did the usual doughnuts through parking lots and jumped snow piles, each taking turns at the wheel. As dangerous as this seems now, we were just teenagers trying to make the best of any situation, and we never regretted a moment of it.
“Dude, I’m pretty beat. Let’s wrap it up with a last run and get some grub.” I said out of breath.
“Oh, snap! Who’s that guy coming over here?” Questioned Chris
“I don’t know and I don’t want to find out. Dudes, let’s get out of here, pronto.” Omar said. We herd the grumpy man yelling something in an unpleasant voice. We threw our stuff in the back of the Jeep and Chris drove out in the other direction, I don’t even know if we were on a road but the guy was no where to be seen. The three of us couldn’t stop laughing. My day dream was interrupted abruptly.
Finally she stood up; I had this horrible feeling that what she had to say was going to change my life forever.
“I have something I need to tell you all. Omar and Chris were in a car accident coming home from work last night. Omar is injured and will be alright but Chris died early this morning. I am sorry” she said plain and simple, then proceeded to exit the room leaving behind the disaster she had just created.
The room busted out with cries and sobs. My stomach instantly dropped, I felt like I swallowed a stick of dynamite and it exploded inside me. I couldn’t believe it, nothing like this could ever happen to my friends, but when I looked around the room, at the pain and tears, I too began uncontrollably crying. “How could this happen” I kept thinking, “It’s not real, it’s not real”. How the hell could anyone just stand up and blatantly say that to me. They dragged me into this panic room, pulled out machine guns loaded with unthinkable words and shot mortal holes in my entire life. That lady just told me my best friends were injured and dead! I wanted to run and tackle her, punch and beat that lady and make her take it back. While I held back my aggression, Preston did not. He slammed his fist into the wall and went stampeding out of the room. Some other counselors grabbed him and held him back, his arms were flailing everywhere. He couldn’t be contained and they knew it, so they let him run out into the halls. The counselors said they were there for us but nothing could take away this pain except me seeing Omar and Chris alright. I laid in bed for next couple of days. I mainly just wanted to forget it ever happened and didn’t want to talk to anyone. I laid there and thought of a million questions a minute, why’s and how’s, but none of it really mattered. I wanted to see Omar and tell him everything I was feeling, and ask him everything that happened. I couldn’t imagine what he was going through so I just left him alone. I didn’t know anything and I was scared, I wanted so much and I wanted nothing. Confused and motionless, I just stared my self to sleep.
I was in no way holding anything against my best friend, Omar. They are still not really sure of how he had lost control, but you could tell by what was left of the RX-7, Omar was lucky to even survive. He had a punctured lung, but it has completely healed up, and he still only remembers little pieces of what happened. As much as I miss the company of my close friend Chris, there is no way I can look in the past and want to change anything. Omar and I closer than ever before, and we still laugh and joke about Chris and all the things we did together.
“Omar, dude, what happened?” I questioned.
“I don’t know man, but I’m glad you’re here. I miss him.” Omar said.
“Yeah, me too…remember that time he put chocolate syrup on my car, and I got him back by putting toilet paper mixed with peanut butter on his windshield. He was pretty mad…” I said with a chuckle.
“Oh yeah, that cracked me up. I just sat there and laughed at you guys.” Omar said with
a smile on his face.

Truthful words are not beautiful; beautiful words are not truthful. Good words are not peruasive; persuasive words are not good. He who knows has no wide learning; he who has wide learning does not know.
The sage does not hoard.
Having bestowed all he has on others, he has yet more;
Having given all he has to others, he is richer still
The way of heaven benefits and does not harm him; the way of the sage is bountiful and does not contend.

*(Lao Tsu in the Tao Te Ching) if you are looking to learn more about taoism there are many books and information to read. I recomend : The Tao of Pooh by Benjaman Hoff. Let me know if you have any thoughts.....

Replenished Strawberries
Now that I'm good, now that I'm fine
I don't want you comming around here all the time
Stay away from me, don't you see
I was all torn up inside
Seems you ate all my strawberries and lied
Looked like a dove in my strawberry patch of love
No more contaminated hands touching my stuff
I gave you all I had and it wasn't enough
Push came to shove in my strawberry patch of love
I said it and you had nothing to say
Just packed your bags and went away
I was a pairless glove in my strawberry patch of love
Now I've grown back my berries again
And you are banging on the door to be let in
Stay away from me can't you see
As smart as my brain is my heart is too big
You can't have my strawberries so how bout' a fig?

Reincarnated
star lied to be toung tied, cant forget the embarassment
gone too far, now my treil has disappeared
what it the only thing a ice cream man can do in the desert
kids playwith rocks tossed in dirt
hope is lost and faith was never held
handed downs have left with this generation
bone to sand and licked by starving birds
at least you provided for some life, but none was for you
when you think your life was a mistake, look now
money is not everything, but inpression in time is what you will have
every time the bell rings with exhaused quenching
the remembered souls will be dipped in ice
sprinkles just add sugar to an already active day
all seems lost when you stare forever
the sky changes and you cant blink your eye
a person like so, no wrath comes to you
when you look back you wish you could turn
the life once hed with hate looks great
th only way a rock dies is to be blased by sand
as you wither, that ant you stepped on looks tempting
you get what you give, so next is toilet paper

Yeah ...so...hows it going with you. Yes, I see. Well, I dont know what to make of it, its all just the power of cheese.

Not Homeless Happy but not so happy
Happy is his name. This guy i always see asking for money, but theres more to it that what meets the eye. He claims to be the owner of an art store on Main St., which really leads me to question why hes asking for money. Well the first time I saw him me and my girlfriend were walking down Broad St. minding our own business. He came up to us , on a bicycle mind you, and asked if we had any money that he could have to catch the bus, he apparently didn't have any change. Well the first question that popped into my head was why he needed to take the bus if he had a bicycle. He continued on to state that hes not just begging for money because he owns the art store on main, and hes just trying to get home. This seeemed slightly reasonable, but after more thinking , this guy was obisously needing the money for a different reason. He showed us his wallet with all the credit cards and the drivers liscense, trying to prove his point that hes not usually a begger. Im quite taken by this scam, it seems more reasonable and less confrontational. He obviously thought this through, and it had been beautifully executed. Well Meaghan and I had no spare change anyway so we stated so, and continued down the street. After he was out of sight, we began disscusing what had just happened, and how it really didn't make any sense considering that he was riding a bicycle. Well this happened a month to two months ago, and I haden't really given it much more thought since then. But recently I saw him again, pulling the same scam. He approached some other unsuspecting college student, giving him the same spheal as he had done to us, showing the credit cards and all. I just instantly chuckled in my head, not knowing before that this could have been a re-occuring scandel. I just couldn't believe it, I'm dissapointed in Happy. Whatever he was trying to use the money for, drugs or whatnot, he didn't get any change this time either. So now im wondering what he really needs the change for. Maybe he just likes the sport of it, and having some extra change around. I mean this sounds like a good idea to me, when ever I am bored I could be making some extra change with a carefully planned out approach to other college students, such as: "Oh hey man could you help me out for a second, I just missed the bus and I need to get back to my doorm. Could you spare some change for a taxi..(of course I would have to dressed nicely and talking in an english acent)" . I would then go on to say that If I got their number or name or something then I could pay them back when I got back to my dorm....this is good idea. OR I could walk around fast food places saying I just am needing a buck or two to pay for my lunch, this would be less effictive though. Im also thinking about playing my guitar on the street to see what kind of change that will bring in, or I could offer balloon animals..but that needs preperation and balloons, which I don't have. Well whatever it is I can do, I would just like to thank Happy for inspiring me to get off my lazy bum and make some spare change....um yes, I think im going out right now for my first swindle, wish me luck.

YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN PISSED OFF OR COMPLETELY SUBLIME
Have you ever thought about what it means to be alive.. Does it mean to wake up evey day just to do the things you are supposed to do. Is it as long as you have a heart beat and some brain activity, does this mean you are alive? Sometimes I can't help but think about why I'm here and what I'm actually supposed to do. Maybe just be happy..well if I was just to be happy then I wouldnt do anything I dont like doing, like waking up at 7 in the morning. I wouldnt do any work at all. "work consists of what one has to do, and play consists of what one doesnt have to do" - Mark Twain. The perfect senerio is like the movie Office Space. To just be happy..in total relaxation, with no cares in the world. Do what you want, when you want it... I would love to do this, but for some reason I know I wouldnt be happy. I feel the need to do everything I can..try to stand up for the injustices, make a difference, improve myself, make others happy even if I have to work harder. I dont know what being alive really means. Its just something you feel inside you. Its when something happens and you look back on it with a smile or maybe with tears. Its doing something you know is bigger than you can handel, but still trying. Its your favorite shoes or hat. Its the midnight snack, or walk, or skate. Its the smell before a storm, and the wind that makes you shiver. The bright sun when you walk outside after being in for too long, and the streching of your legs and the cracking of your back. Its giving the last french fry to someone you love, or someone you dont love. The automatic lazer toilets and sinks. Its dirt and the shower water that chages temperatures. Drinking your favorite drink, or that anticipation before actually drinking it. Sneezing and Hicupps. Your favorite song or movie. Its the lint in your belly button or in between your toes. your favorite stuffed animail or blanket. black and white TV. blinking light. The walk and dont walk symbol. Pointing out shapes in the clouds. Flying kites. Watching little kids, watching people. Its everything that happens makes us alive, its just if you see it or not. even thouhg its rough at times, you wouldnt feel so good when your at the beach if your life wasnt hard. Every thing you do in life is connected in one way or another by a small choice you made in the past. If you look back and think about doing one little thing different then you would cange everything about who you are today, and change the people and lives around you. Now imagine your life without a leg because you didn't stop and pick up that nickel before you crossed the street thus being hit by a speeding car. Its the moments like this that help us realize every second counts, and everything we do has some meaning and some way of altering our future. Now, im not saying to stop and contemplate every decision that comes your way, dont try to see into the future just do what you feel inside to be right. This is the only way to live without regretting or anger, because you dont want to be blaming the world or other people for your problems, and always be pissed off at everyone. Just know that if something bad or good happens you are the ultimate decider of what is to come. That is the only way to live. Dont eat animals..its bad karma, plus...well thats a whole differnent story.

Hey if you read this, check out my other web page...listed as STUFF! at the top..so check it out. Its just more crap , and I feel like I have to expand my thoughts and take over the internet.

I just finished watching Braveheart. I would look so bad ass if I wore a kilt and tattered clothes. No one would mess with me...."You can take our lives but you'll never take our FREEDOM!"...amen to that.

Hey whats up everyone. Check out the TOTALLY SWEET NINJA website on my links menu, thanks Omar ...it cracks me up.

Another Homeless sighting:
Norman (I actually know his name)
Ok, so I took a homeless man's blanket. He forced it upon me, well me and my girlfriend. We had just gotton off of the bus, a stop before we should have because Meaghan was feeling ill...she was gonna puke. So we got off, and sat against the brick wall. It was a bit of a breezer day, kinda cold out and we were both shivering. Then this guy comes out of nowhere. He askes if we need a blanket and we naturally said no, being that we didn't want to take a homeless prized possesion. Although he had a whole bag of new looking blakets, it just didnt seem right. He asked agian, "Do you NEED a blanket?" We said no, its ok, but thank you. He then asked if we were waiting for the bus and I quickly stated yes, because it would have been eaiser to explain than feeling sorry for him, but meaghan said No we are not waitng for the bus, im sick and cant walk right now. He came closer, and peered into my eyes and said "Do you all have a place to go to?", Woah he thought we were homeless. Well we were kinda tattered looking, but not homeless thats for sure. He grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes to see if I was lying to him. I said yes we have a place to go to. "Listen man, I live on the streets, this is my home. If you ever need anything, my name is Norman" he said. "Here, how about you take a blanket to keep warm now". He asked what color we wanted..and we said it didnt really matter. He handed us a nicely pressed pale green blanket, it was of the cheap flannel variety, of course he probally got it for free at a homeless shelter. "In jesus' name" he added as he still held my hand, staring in my eyes. "You want a doughnut?" Meaghan asked (oh yeah we had just come from the pancake place where meaghan threw up a couple times, but before that we went to krispy kreme. We were so hungry we got a dozen doughnuts, but only ate 2 and a half before we were sick of them, so we decied that doughnuts were not the best thing to stuff ourselves with)... Any way he said no to the doughnuts, becuse he was going to get some beer, and that was his "doughnuts". We laughed, in a creeped out kind of way, and bid him good bye. We waited until he got out of sight, then started on our way back to the dorms contemplating what just happened. Norman, where ever you are, God bless you.