Yup it’s another Vlog. As per usual I strayed from my main topic, but I still think it’s worth the watch!
This is the link to the Cheerios commercial that has people in a tizzy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYofm5d5Xdw Check it out and let me know how you feel about it.
This is the link to my vlog where I discuss my feelings towards to commercial and all the hate it has received http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8PtOTNYJnqo also let me know how you feel about it.
Peace and Love guys
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Our Bed (dramatic reading)
These tissues in our bed
Full of words we never said
These sheets are twisted and torn
From your wrath and my scorn
A mattress battered with hate
Many nights spent denying fate
This frame is broken and scarred
Our hearts were left without regard
And now we sit on the edge
Of what used to be our bed
Letting there be tears
Releasing all our fears
As the end does near
Wishing there was a way
To go back to that one day
That something had to be said
But you kept it in your head
As we lay together in our bed
And now all that remains
Is the memories of our pain
Both of our souls have been slain
This once was our bed
But all that was, is dead
One Lasting Forever (audio)
For us there is no forever
We knew that when we began this endeavor
We chose this path mutually
Divided, alone, we will hurt separately
The looming end poisons our time
Our love from the beginning was a great climb
Some moments are shared free of regret
Questions are pondered, Why have we met?
My life will be empty without you there
How am I to live gracefully without your care?
I want us to stay in this place together
Let’s make this moment the one lasting forever
The tears I cry
Burn my skin
Like acid
Thinking about
What we might have been
Disclaimer:
I want to clarify that in this blog entry when I refer to “us/we” I’m referring to the global population. This article is not meant to pinpoint any specific country, culture or region.
There has been much talk lately about gun violence not just in North America but globally. You have some countries claiming their laws inhibit such violence, while others seemingly encourage it. I believe neither of these statements are true, lets face it, guns are like drugs. No matter what laws are put in place, if people want it that bad they will find away to get it.
During these recent discussions there has also been talk about violence displayed in video games, in television and movies, suggesting that maybe this display of aggression is somehow encouraging people to use violence. I’m going to be perfectly honest with you, THAT IS A LOAD OF CRAP!!! The violence in these forms of entertainment come from the violence we display in our everyday lives not the other way around. People aren’t violent because of video games, people are violent because the human species has been violent for most of its existence. How many times in history class did you study a war or a conflict that somehow ended in a form of resolution or desecration of the people causing the so called “problems”? The answer is often. When we teach our children about human growth we are at the same time teaching them that to get ahead, to succeed you must either surrender to the force or crush the force. Humans have been using violence as a means of fixing problems forever and continue to do it daily.
Our own personal actions are what contributes to the ever growing aggression we see in the world. When someone or some group decides to shoot up a school, bomb a town or stab a person the media decides to plaster their faces across all platforms, continuously talking about the person/people in turn making these horrible people famous for the horrendous crimes they’ve committed. Then we discuss PUBLICLY what to do with this person or people, we must hunt them down, do what they did to us, basically stating that revenge is the only option.
Answer me this, are we not always taught two wrongs don’t make a right? Do we not teach our children not to hit back if they are hit? How do we expect people to believe these things if our actions do not show the very concept of what we are teaching? It seems that we are always looking for someone else to blame. Heaven forbid we actually accept responsibility for our actions and attempt to change. No, that would be too much work, its easier to hate than it is to love. To love, you must set aside all differences, all angst and understand that I am a part of you and you are apart of me. When you do something horrible in a sense every human on the planet has done that same horrible thing and vice versa when you do something kind.
Humans are very contradicting and confusing creatures. If I’m being honest (which I always am) I don’t think we will ever be able to stop the violence we see today. In fact, I see it getting much worse before it gets better. Globally we are facing many problems, scarce resources, poverty, pollution, and overpopulation. These things will most likely cause more violence and hatred among us.
So do me a favour today and spread a little more love than you did yesterday. Remember that YOU are part of the problem but YOU can also be a part of the solution.
Peace and Love
Lindsay
I was just a wanderer
Looking for a start
Always left to ponder
With my broken heart
One day I came across
A man with gentle grace
He asked about my loss
And the look upon my face
I told him of my sorrows
About all the things I’ve lost
He gave me something to borrow
But it did not come without a cost
He placed inside my being
A warmth I did not understand
It suddenly felt so freeing
The feeling was so grand
“Here I give you my heart,
I hope it will help you see,
That with the things we part,
We are really just setting free.”
The man said, “That is all.”
He turned and walked away
I wanted to reach out and call
But his name he did not say
I kept the warmth inside
Every step I made
The sorrow began to die
My pain began to fade
Until one day I walked by
A woman upon her knees
I wiped the tears from her eyes
Her heart she said, “It bleeds.”
I knew what I had to do
To give her a better tomorrow
“I have something to give you,
It’s something you can borrow.”
“Here I give you my heart,
It’s yours for you to take,
but one day you will have to part,
To help someone who’s life’s at stake.”
The women stopped her tears
I got up slowly and walked away
As she began to free her fears
She calmly asked me to stay
I said “I can’t, I’m a wanderer,
I have just now found my start,
The only thing I now ponder,
Is who else needs a borrowed heart?”
Peace has never come from War
Love has never come from Hate
Hate has led to War
War has led to Hate
Love will lead us to Peace
Peace will end in Love
First off I want to apologize to all my blog followers/readers. I’ve been slightly distracted lately and have not been putting the effort into my blog that I would like. I sat down today to write a blog entry about love and if it can be possible to have it with a person you know but have never met. As I opened up my pages I stumbled upon this excerpt from my novel that had seemingly been lost amongst the many endless pages of the story. As I re-read it I was actually quite shocked. I had completely forgotten about this moment in the story. It is definitely one of the most poignant parts of Gray and Hayleigh’s journey. After reading it I was compelled to share it with all of you. For some reason I get so emotional when I read these words. I know I’m the one who is writing the story, but I don’t feel like I decide where these characters go. They are real to me and when tragedy strikes in the story it’s almost like it is happening to me. I can’t change it because I know this is the way the story needs to be told. I hope you enjoy!
Peace and Love
Lindsay
“I love you, I love who you are, you’re cynical and honest, logical and rational. You never get caught up in fantasy, you keep your mind here and focussed, you don’t let yourself look back. Your grace and passion for art makes me yearn to be immersed in your creativity. You see things in my art that I never thought possible. You’re supportive and encouraging. You do so much for me Hayleigh and sometimes I feel like I don’t do enough for you.”
How could she be pouring her heart out to me in this moment, this moment in which I wanted to end it all? It had gone too far, I had let her get too far in, she was caught in my net and now I wanted her cut her free.
“Do you remember the day you picked up that penny and gave it to the homeless man weeping on the bench.”
I didn’t even know she saw me that day, Gray saw me before I ever saw her.
“Yes I do.”
“Why did you do it? I saw twenty other people walk by and not one person even looked his way. They acted as if the bench was empty but yet still avoiding it like a disease. Then you appear and acknowledge him like the true human he is. Why would you do that Hayleigh?”
I sat there astonished by her recollection. How long had she watched me? Was she always intrigued by me? Why did I do it?
“I did it because I saw someone who was sad and it made me sad and I didn’t want to feel that way?” Even though I found myself feeling sad continually I began to feel numb to it until I saw others suffering and it reminded me of my own loss, my own sorrow.
“Yeah, well what if you are sad Haleigh? What if what you saw in that man I see in you?Maybe I just want to take away a bit of your sadness, maybe it makes me hurt me to see the pain in your eyes, the pain your try to lock inside your heart but it bleeds through.”
I was upset she felt the burden of my anguish, I wanted her to know she could never relieve me of it.
“Gray, you can’t take my hurt away, it’s etched into my soul and nothing can heal it. It’s who I am, I’m damaged and defective and I can’t be with you or anyone because it will only end in both of us being desecrated.”
She stood there, her tears silently curved around her chin and dropped to the floor. Her breath was short and shallow, she bit her lip to keep it from quivering. My heart ached and I could feel hers throbbing too. This exact moment was why I couldn’t do this. No matter what happened both of our hearts would end in ache. I walked over to her and gripped my hands over her biceps, her skin was hot, I wanted to hug her, I felt so cold. She lowered her head. I think It hurt her too much to look me in the eye, or maybe she couldn’t look me in the eye maybe she had begun to hate me, which I hoped she would.
“Gray, I can’t give you the things you need and you can’t stop my pain.”
Gray jerked herself from my grasp, shook her head and raised her chin. I was surprised by her face it wasn’t filled with hate, it wasn’t even filled with anger or sadness. Love, her grey marble eyes were dripping with love. Gray just stood there and stared. She didn’t smile, her lips sat slightly parted as salty rivers flowed over them. I couldn’t look away she wouldn’t let me. After what felt like hours she spoke in a whisper, her voice let on what her eyes never did, pain.
“Hayles, if you think for one second that I need anything that you can’t give me than you really don’t know me at all. What I need is you, what I want is you, who I love…–” She reached out and grabbed my hand and place is against her lips.
“is you.”
Gray dropped my hand, making it slap into my hip creating a light thud. I hurt her, I wounded her, like I knew I would. Gray turned and walked out the door but not without one last glance with those stark eyes, her cheeks rose pulling up a sliver of a smile, and then she was gone.
I felt my heart wound rip open again, the tsunami of emotion hit me, I fell to the floor, my mom was dead, my dad was lost in his own mind and the only person I wanted to hold me right now was Gray and I had just forced her out of my life.
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