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If you hate me just say it
I wish you could see
That you're slowly
So slowly killing me
Dying with every wasted breath
Destroyed by every criticism that you spit out
I hate you so much sometimes
I want to leave
But Im stuck
In your claws
Sooner or later we all leave
Sooner than later you'll break down
Soon you'll have no one around
You push us all so far away
You tuck us away in a box of your own
Imprisoned
After I help you
After I give to you
I gave to you when I had nothing!
This time it's different
Don't look for me
When you need help
eYe*                                                           ­ Float!!!!
            
bid                                                        ­                                  
              
your                                        ­                                              
                                       
Heart                                          ­                 *HEART                              
       
a feather                                                       ­   
on the scale                               
          
and will watch     *Your
Rabbit rabbit
I formed a habit
I'm walking fast
And watching time pass
The need is grabbing
This pain is stabbing
I need to have it
I'll die if I don't
This smooth addiction
***** me in its deception
Won't let me go
I must escape
I'm falling apart
My seams ripped apart
Rabbit rabbit
I formed a habit
And I can't find my way out
I really like Christmas
It's sentimental, I know, but I just really like it
I am hardly religious
I'd rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu, to be honest

And yes, I have all of the usual objections
To consumerism, the commercialisation of an ancient religion
To the westernisation of a dead Palestinian
Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer
But I still really like it

I'm looking forward to Christmas
Though I'm not expecting a visit from Jesus

I'll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun
I'll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun

I don't go in for ancient wisdom
I don't believe just 'cos ideas are tenacious it means they are worthy
I get freaked out by churches
Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords but the lyrics are dodgy

And yes I have all of the usual objections
To the miseducation of children who, in tax-exempt institutions,
Are taught to externalise blame
And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong
But I quite like the songs

I'm not expecting big presents
The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate is just fine by me

Cos I'll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun
I'll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun

And you, my baby girl
My jetlagged infant daughter

You'll be handed round the room
Like a puppy at a primary school

And you won't understand
But you will learn someday

That wherever you are and whatever you face

These are the people who'll make you feel safe in this world
My sweet blue-eyed girl

And if, my baby girl
When you're twenty-one or thirty-one

And Christmas comes around
And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home
You'll know what ever comes

Your brother and sisters and me and your Mum
Will be waiting for you in the sun

Whenever you come
Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles
Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum

We'll be waiting for you in the sun
Drinking white wine in the sun

Darling, when Christmas comes
We'll be waiting for you in the sun
Drinking white wine in the sun

Waiting for you in the sun
Waiting for you...
Waiting...

I really like Christmas
It's sentimental, I know...
Tim Minchin
White Wine In The Sun lyrics
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCNvZqpa-7Q
Far
     Away
                 Is
                    Never
                              ­     Far
                                          Enough...
          ­                                                 I
                                                              A­m
                                                               ­       Still
                                                    ­                         *Seen
Frozen forests
Full with dread
No way out
The rest are dead
Every way you turn
The trees begin to spin
Your arms start to burn
And a nameless face begins to grin
Running through the maze of terror
The chilled air is running thin
And the silence began to scare her
Her breath was in the air
And she yelled for help but no ones there
Behind her back a killer slinked
And with a scream that was the end
"When the lover breathes
Flames spread through the universe

A single breath shatters this world of illusion
Into the tiniest particles

The world becomes an ocean
From beginning to end
And then the ocean disappears into rapture

At that moment the sky splits open
An uproar fills the world
And all time, space, and existence disappear."*

- Rumi ♥♥
Pic looks like courtesy of Alex Grey!!!
http://www.cosm.org/about/index.html

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=574610419221247&set;=a.180607621954864.50808.130854900263470&type;=1&theater;

Sky is a love

i am the carpenter
dying deplored
with straight square walls
that lead me to all
twists
and turns
of sacred perspectives
and roof lines
where
the greater
of me
would bleed
in ecstasy
into the sky

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/sky-is-a-love/
The Crisis In Connecticut Has Officaly Ended,
My Faith In Humanity,
In Our Ability To Love--Our Ability To Grow,
How Could A Man,
Watch His Own Mother,
Soak His Own Carpet With The Blood,
She Created Him With?
How Could He Look Into The Eyes Of 5 Year Old,
And Pull The Trigger?
And Only To Pale More, Rosy Cheeks?  
How Could He Watch Their Bloodied Friends,
Cry--Currupting Their Brains With Horrid Memories,
How Could He Live With Those Parents,
Going Home To A Christmas Tree,
Knowing Their Child Will Never Open Their Gifts?
How Can The People In My School,
**** Their Chance In Survival,
Breaking Their Veins With Knives,
And Smothering Their Hearts Out With Smoke,
When Those Children And Parents Are Begging,
For Those Lost Lives Back?
*I'm Broken Inside,
And There Is No Longer A Cure,
After A While,
My Heart Will Be Nothing But Broken,
So I Say Now,
I Have Officially,
100% Lost Hope In This Dirtbag Species
Dedicated To All The Wonderful Pure Souls Lost Today In The Sandy Hook Elementry School Shooting.... Blessed Be All Those Who Were Effected, I Cried So Hard.. And Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I Know There Are Good People Out There So You Don't Need To Waste Your Breath Telling Me... I'm Just Dying Inside Right Now.. Hope Does Die
A hundred shots fired
Until it was silent
The smell of blood roamed the halls
His soul had fallen
Evil had found its way in
Children without eyes to see
So vulnerable
This event has shaken me
The tears fall down my face
As I listen to the news
The deaths in Connecticut
Thirty met the afterlife
Pray for them
I rest on my knees
God tell me have we all been killed?
Are we all doomed?
Open your arms to those we have lost
I beg of you give them peace
I was watching the news and heard about the shooting in Connecticut , I'm so sorry to all the parents that lost their children, I cannot fathom how it would feel to know that your child wasn't coming home
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