Sunday, November 23, 2008
The Herd
take me away from this messy place
where everything has become such a disgrace
the lies, the schemes, the evil things
that are willing to take what they can from me
with no morality, no remorse
they'll take for their own, no matter the cost
no matter the means, that meets the end
i see nothing but enemies, there are no friends
the age of distrust, as friends rust
crumble, and rot away becoming nothing but dust
we recycle our souls and it's growing old
who are we meant to be? i will never be told..
this is no short story, there's no happy ending
just chapters of heartbreak and delusions of grander
no hinting our purpose, no fighting our fate
but we do nothing to be sure that this life's great
so sit and stare whilst you just fade away
into the depressing reality of urban decay
raping young minds to disintegrate souls
one generation after another it will take its toll
wrapped in cotton wool with no room to grow
a world at fingertips with no reason to cope
the world's so small that there's nothing to hold
how can we let once strong minds go cold?
precautions, prevention, divine intervention
and too many theories than we could mention
of how it began and when it could end
but with every thought comes another trend
another reason to neglect
and become another sheep
that herds for a shepherd that doesn't exist
and considers this wasteland some kind of a gift
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Untitled
work so hard, for yourself, for someone else
but minds change and choose to blame
count your losses, because wins are few
and the greater number gives me something to do
because i write these words, so full of regret
not for a lack of trying, but an overwhelming respect
i've fought my demons, that look just like you
and thought long and hard about what i can do
keep on running or stand to fight
defeat myself, and everything else
in hopes we might see a brighter day
but that day won't come, not today
not ever it seems, for i fight for nothing
there's no reason to have hope and dream
no excuses for draining the life right out of me
although i've learned so much about self-reliance
you're giving me thoughts that are ill-assured
you've known my intentions, my only goal
to look you in the eyes without fear taking hold
you to shared the same hopes and dreams
but now i sit, and count my losses
just so you can sleep and night
and just so i can go through another day
knowing i only tried to do what's right
and kiss every memory i have goodbye
because i see no point, there are no answers
now i know those days you promised me
will never come, and never existed
because once again i've gone through hell
just for the sake of someone else
and you know i'll see another day
but this isn't fair, but it's real
forever consume these lines
and haunt every dream
because you know that timeless phrase
is what will kill me every time
"i hope you understand."
Sit And Wonder
i sit and wonder what's outside these walls
a better life? some kind of future?
something set in stone?
in this room i wade in sand
nothing is stable, nothing to hold
i sit and wonder what's outside these walls
a better life? some kind of future?
something set in stone?
it's always easier to walk away
than stand your ground, make your own way
i sit and wonder what's outside these walls
a better life? some kind of future?
something set in stone?
we spend forever looking for answers
there's so many lessons we have to learn
i sit and wonder what's outside these walls
a better life? some kind of future?
something set in stone?
i'm told stories of 'endless possibility'
but all i know is boundaries
i sit and wonder what's outside these walls
a better life? some kind of future?
something set in stone?
i see what this is, where we're heading
and i want no part of it
i'll never know what's outside these walls
i see no hope, i'm too scared to dream.
what is left for me?
i trust no one, believe in nothing
low is the heart of the modern day teen
Friday, October 31, 2008
MOVEMBER - please help out!
details below pictures gang!!!
BEFORE!!!!
AFTER!!!
DETAILS ON DONATIONS!!!
During Movember (the month formerly known as November) I'm growing a Mo. That's right I'm bringing the Mo back because I'm passionate about tackling men's health issues and being proactive in the fight against men's depression and prostate cancer.
To donate to my Mo you can either:
Click this link https://www.movember.com/au/donate/donate-details.php?action=sponsorlink®o=1761481&country=au and donate online using your credit card or PayPal account, or
Write a cheque payable to ‘Movember Foundation', referencing my Registration Number 1761481 and mailing it to:
Movember Foundation
PO Box 292
Prahran VIC 3181
Remember, all donations over $2 are tax deductible.
The money raised by Movember is used to raise awareness of men's health issues and donated to the Prostate Cancer Foundation of Australia and beyondblue - the national depression initiative. The PCFA and beyondblue will use the funds to fund research and increase support networks for those men who suffer from prostate cancer and depression.
Did you know:
Depression affects 1 in 6 men....most don't seek help. Untreated depression is a leading risk factor for suicide.
Last year in Australia 18,700 men were diagnosed with prostate cancer and more than 2,900 died of prostate cancer - equivalent to the number of women who will die from breast cancer annually.
For those that have supported Movember in previous years you can be very proud of the impact it has had and can check out the details at: [ Fundraising Outcomes ].
Movember culminates at the end of month Gala Partés. If you would like to be part of this great night you'll need to purchase a [ Gala Parté Ticket ].
Thanks for your support Stuart.
More information is available at http://www.movember.com/.
Movember is proudly grown by Holden and Schick.
Movember is proud partners with the Prostate Cancer Foundation of Australia and beyondblue - the national depression initiative.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Half-lived Lives And The Honest Truth
“Half-lived Lives And The Honest Truth”
I’ve worked through much in this half-life time,
So many lessons I’ve had to learn,
Hate enough to hold on,
Love enough to let go,
Care enough not to let your feelings show
For so long I’ve had to bite my tongue,
I bite it hard until it bleeds,
The taste of my regrets fills my mouth,
All of the experiences I’ve had,
Are just lines to divide this long road
Where does this leave me now?
Where do I turn?
Where can I go from here?
I’ve grown to hate everything I loved
And embrace my greatest fears
I try to write, and nothing flows
It’s the only way I let things go
I try to hope, but nothing grows
This is the only thing I’ve come to know
Sharpened corners and deadened ends
Is life meant to be for the discontent?
Where we are judged on what we choose to vent,
Everyone wants to teach, but no one’s wants to learn,
We’re measured by scars and what we own,
But we’re all fucked and have nothing to show...
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Set Sail
Monday, October 6, 2008
Concrete Boots
my feet buried deeply in this sand
i can't move unless eroded
taken apart and washed away
only to sink to an untimely death
because there's no time like the present
to tell you i am through with how it is
i am lost in 'how it should be'
and 'how i wish it was'
lacking life
lacking love
lacking life
lacking love
i thought i was in concrete
holding tight to my two feet
but what is life without movement?
and how can we grow without change?
i remember how i got here
compelled by more than few
to be tested time and time again
this sinking feeling's nothing new
always told to understand
never to comprehend
through with misconception
i hate everything you are
everything that you want to be
and what you lead me to believe
letting yourself just drift away
no explanations, no goodbyes
to wash up on a beach with all the corpses
that decided to give up on themselves
and wash away from the ones they love
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Interview with Mitch LOVE not WAR
Over the last 5 or so years i have been going to shows in Brisbane/surrounding areas, there has been an infamous/ominous figure that has stirred many a pot, moshed many a kid, and who's willingness to stand up for his own convictions has captivated me. That figure is Mitch Love aka Mitch War. For some time now I have wanted to pick his brains, and I finally have. This is probably my favourite interview i have done to date... enjoy this.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Days
It's hard to know the last time I saw days like these,
Something to wake up to, Something to smile about,
It feels like forever but I'm glad it's back again,
What does this hold? I can't wait to know...
I CAN'T WAIT TO KNOW.