I'm not sorry for the inconvenience.

I'm sorry if you find it inconvenient,
but without you we wouldn't be in it,
you ate too much, and cared too little,
you littered too much, and reused too little,
you trashed the world, and now your melt,

explain to me, how you thought it felt,
when the sun shone down, 
as you tried to tan,
but tan time is up,
you're sizzling now.
Heaped up hype, how high is the sky,
higher than humans can afford to buy,
now summer time, come out beach bum,
beach is gone? waters on the rise,
retreating sand dunes, 
once seriously smooth,
desertify your garden,
no more tomatos? i beg your pardon,
Harden up young soldier skin,
it's more than cancer you'll have to face,
it's food you'll fight for soon.
Sayonara Kiribati,
you'll be the new atlantis,
you didn't make enough fuss,
drowning now, howling aloud,
sincerely sorry, world's weeping now.
And what of us? Can you keep your cup?
Can you try resuse your chopsticks too?
There isn't space for infinite refills,
chuck cups, chuck us, land fill, ground us.
Beep beep, I'm coming through,
why would I walk when I can drive to you?
smell that oil? burn that fuel, 
be like Bush, I'll fool you too,
motor way, zoom and stray,
surely there's another way?
Fossil fuels, respon-see-bulls, 
Bulls-eye, no wings to fly,
Carbon tax? Leave no tracks,
change your ways?
Are you insane!
You're more than welcome to stay this way,
but tell me now if thats your plan,
for I refuse to introduce children,
to a world left in your hands.

Hello.

        Attention given is 
        attention deserved.

        And the way you've been acting, 

        you don't even deserve hello.

On another note, sitting in the Doctor's waiting room last week I watched a few minutes of the film 'A lot like love'. This line made me chortle:

                                           "Strike two was that I didn't play guitar. 

                                            Strike three was that I was born under the wrong start sign. 

                                            What was strike one?" - boy

                                            

                                                        "Strike one was that I had to make the first move" - girl
                                           
                                           "I got strike one before we even met???" - boy

A thing called..

                     There was a time
                There was a place
          But there was fear inside
                A witty line to save my face

                                             The parachute of pride.

          To cross a line, takes a tiny step
               But will this spark, 
                    cause the bridge to burn?
                         My fear entwined with my regret

                                             I beat a path of safe return.







(Lyrics: Above and Beyond - A thing called love)

Dear Grammar,

Be not dismayed...

"Be not dismayed if your endeavours are dismissed as utopian by the voices that would oppose any suggestion of fundamental change. Trust in the capacity of this generation to disentangle itself from the embroilments of a divided society. To discharge your responsibilities, you will have to show forth courage, the courage of those who cling to standards of rectitude, whose lives are characterised by purity of thought and action, and whose purpose is directed by love and indomitable faith. As you dedicate yourselves to healing the wounds with which your peoples have been afflicted, you will become invincible champions of justice... "

- Excerpt from a Letter to the youth of Paraguay from the Universal House of Justice , 6 January 1998

See-through soul.

What would life be like if we could see the soul of each person rather than what we wear on the outside?


Thank you, Mercedes Dauphinais

Five minute mental vomit.

Not being too quick to judge, 

quick foot, quick run, 

stomp around, hold no grudge,

goosestep, ground swept,

leaves gathered, time well spent.

Suck it up, rough it out, 

scream it loud, now I'm fizzled out. 

feel the ground? It's beating now.

Mother nature, she's hurting now.

Hear your heart, it's beating proud.

Proud of what? Palpitating, wow.

Round the bend, speeding up,

wrong turn, double back,

racing space, boiling face,

double up, there's trouble now,

wobble some, joke around,

lighten up, lay back down,

there's more to this,

but it's not profound.

Beauty fades, it's the second round,

up in smoke, who's dancing now?

Killer beat, newly found,

who they be? Not world-renowned,

quietly achieving, stereo's out,

carbon be leaking, oil depleting,

cap and trade or taxing you slaves,

inaction till D-day, delays until we belay.

What is it that I'm trying to say?

I hold no pretence, to make any sense,

Poor reference, pour vanilla, essence

is lost.
Prolific is naught,

knotted in nine, it's time to thrive,

we're hard wired to survive.

The Plan is Divine.

How could we go wrong,

with You as our Guide?

It's time to realign, project our desires,

promote Your ideas, 

stand tall and admire.

Now lay down, mind at rest,

gather your strength,

don't try to protest,

gear up, head space,

the time has come,

for your greatest test.

Don't fret, don't cry, 

you'll make it through,

your strength wont subside,

Be at rest, no sign of distress, 

we're all under arrest, 

standing over the greatest abyss.