Is only as big,
as your brains capacity,
and your empathy

You were in Bottocelli's dream,
That you came from the sea,
Surfin' - a shell to the shore.

If there's one kind of thing,
That'll make your heart sing,
Is her beauty - You just can't ignore!

You're a daughter of mother nature,
Your father is of the sky,
Homer told your story but you,
Are the love of my life.

-Josh Whitton

When I was born,
From my mother torn,
I screamed out my first breath,
From my lungs.

From there my senses grew,
Everything a-new,
A whole world,
Was just one room.

But from there we grow,
We seem to know the same.
The curtain's drawn,
On intelligence now tame.
As we copy and paste,
Our own mind frames,
So tell me when, will there,
Be change?

If you,
Could change the world today,
What would you change?
I'd open every mind,
and every window to let -
Love shine in!
As hatred is too cold,
For the blood that,
Runs through my veins.
I want everybody to come to realise that,
We're differently the same!

When I was but a teen,
I still lived a dream,
that we could be,
what we want to be.

But from there I found,
That the worlds not round,
It's pretty linear,
Depending on where you see.

But from there we grow,
We seem to know the same.
The curtain's drawn,
On intelligence now lame.
As we copy and paste,
Our own mind frames,
So tell me when, will there,
Be change?

If you,
Could change the world today,
What would you change?
I'd open every mind,
and every window to let -
Love shine in!
As hatred is too cold,
For the blood that,
Runs through my veins.
I want everybody to come to realise that,
We're differently the same!

So take a look at yourself,
and your own concepts,
your own reasons and feelings,
the things that you believe in,
Can't you find that we all have our own,
and they're all intertwined,
Because through empathy,
we are one unity,
that's all but differently...

...The same!

*Lyrics taken from 'Differently the Same', written and played by Josh Whitton.

When I was a child,
I would wake,
To a brand new world,
My mind would take,

With an ounce of solace,
From being within my dreams,
I would fight the world,
To remain in my sheet's,

Because like a caterpillar,
I would be cocooned snugly in my bed,
But would be washed out like the spider,
When the curtains opened and shone light upon my head,

With a new spring in my step,
I would flee downstairs,
For I knew there would be a breakfast -
To which no other could compare!

For my breakfast was no ordinary meal,
As I used to eat wishes with cereal and milk,
A dish where a wish could be made real!

A sagacious & sinister grin he bares,
As he spends a sojourn with his Sins.

The police may have taken him in,
But I ask, who really wins?

He awaited as the picture played,
Perceiving the perpetual pestilence of the putrid people - He sought to be plagued.

"It is sick!" - He stated, as he fulfilled his fate.
It is sick, what he did on that very date.

Not a man, but a mouse that opened fire that day.
A worm, now squirming in a court room to have his say.

Actions speak louder than words, and we have already heard your statement,
You are a Joker that deserves to be broken, in which Death is the only treatment.

Just give me something short and sweet,
A melody to lift me from my feet,
To send me into that illustrious trance,
Grab my hand and let us dance!

Sing, To your heart's content,
Sing, Til your out of breath,
Sing, And let everyone join in,
Sing, Allow beauty to transcend and ring!

Just **SING!

I do not stand alone,
Thinking that in this world,
There is something unknown.

Unknown is the reason for greed,
For wealth and harboring, A ******,
A sickness untreated to allow innocence to bleed.

Unknown is the reason for racism,
Spoken slanders and propaganda's,
Media's misguided music to masses for totalitarianism.

Unknown is the need to be accepted,
A collection of emotions to be displayed,
Not being ourselves - The worst, portrayed.

I need not know a lot for I know this,
That love overcomes all and ties us together,
In an intercontinental consciousness.

I know this because walls have been brought down,
Children play where none were once found,
People still rejoice in helping, healing and sound.

I need not know a lot because this, I have found.

Whimpers, woefully woven,
Can cry sheets of silk.

Made into a duvet, doomed,
Whispering chills in a silent din.

Icey cold, like daggers against skin,
Carving from the warmth it would once bring.

Solace, Silence and Serenity,
All seem to define this reality.

Imprisoned, within these four walls,
I weave my whimpers through tomorrow...

I will weave my whimpers,
But I will learn to sew.

I stare into a knowledgeable warm light,
This, my last plight, this, my last sight.

I stare into a new horizon,
A day that's yet to dawn but shows its effervescent self in the air to come.

I stare into what is to become,
At technology's twist in the fated hand of man, what - if it could - would it reprimand?

I stare into what I've become,
The man, the idea and the decision.

I stare longingly into my love,
My heart, my spirit, my mind.

I stare into what seems an eternity,
On the field banks of mortality, I wave to what seems detached from me.

I stare into nothingness,
Which resonates a universal pitch in which I play my harp harmoniously.

I have stared and realised all that I have missed,
As I spent so long looking that I forgot to live.

In the darkest hour,
Even the brightest star can fall.
Knowing why,
They met their impending doom.

Because they lost, hope.
Wearing, scarred - can't cope.
They gave it all away.

They had a broken heart,
Became another disfunctional part,
Of an inherited malignant machine…

We-got-to look, in-side,
Fight-with all your might,
To make it a better day - for you and me.
For-they-say-all dreams don't come true,
But-all-it-takes-is one to break through,
And change the world.
It's-a-matter of per-cep-tion,
Which-dictates-the planet your from,
And-if-it stays green.