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Someone once said to me that they were cancelling their facebook because they didn’t want to “deal” with it at that time in their life. At first something that would normally be called stalking was put online and called “social networking”, then people felt it ok to broadcast their lives online for people to see and put pictures (some that should be kept to themselves) on there for people to look at.

Since when did social networking become something we have to “deal” with? It’s when information is free for us to see and sometimes it’s something we don’t want to see yet we can’t help but look.  Some people say that money is the root of all evil, but now it seems that facebook is quickly catching up.

Blessed are the meek, For they shall inherit the earth

Everything lay where it was, completely undisturbed. There are no birds to bring on the sunrise or scavengers to disappear at the first sight of day. Suddenly there was an ominous crack and there was a rabbit. The rabbit was alone but it knew there was something else there. It was fully aware of something that failed to show itself. Light of the new day was starting to pour over the top of the hill, the rabbit froze as something blocked out the sun.  Somehow, the innocence flew out of the rabbit and was replaced by fear when it realised that this was the end. There was nothing it could do, nowhere for it to go. It was surrounded by death.

Marching over the hill was a small army of wolves, all snarling and covered in silver suits of armour shining in the morning sun. Each was equipped with small artillery of weapons yet none were as terrifying as their claws. These wolves were feared so much they were said to be direct spawns of hell. They marched across and empty field, just them and the rabbit. There was nothing special about this field, but it had seen so much. This field had witnessed massacres, genocide, suicide and sacrifices of the harshest kind. It was also known as the only lasting land of God, untouched, preserved as an undisturbed gateway to heaven. It was thought that whoever died in an act of war in this place would be escorted to heaven by god himself.

Heavy armour was pulling down on his shoulders, a sword hanging close to the floor and a huge bead of sweat running through its clean white fur under his helmet and his dark eyes piercing the sole of anyone who dared to catch their gaze. It walked across the land with a whole army walking behind him, with the ground sinking under its paws with every step. The enemy always knew that if they could see the whites of their eyes then they would suffer a fate worse than death.

At the other side of the field the horizon was blocked by another army. An army of broad shouldered beast covered in dirty armour and tusks pushing through from the helmet.  The huge wolf spotted the hogs across the field; he slips his sword back into its holster on his back and ran as fast as his thick legs could carry him. The close he got the more he could feel their tiny eyes glaring through their helmets. He lifted his paws up and pushed himself into the air with his hind legs. He flew towards the petrified hog and with a smooth swipe of his paw he rips off the helmet.

Everything fell silent, like the battle stood still for a few seconds as the hog staggered back. The wolf pushed the hog to the ground with his paws and bites into its neck. Ripping open its throat, the first blood had been shed. The fight to be the only lasting empire had begun.

The glimmer of the swords being flung around startled the rabbit; he desperately ran to the left to find safety and was redirected by a huge white paw. The wolves were treading softly in the dirt as they danced around the bewildered hogs. Gracefully leading the hogs to their death. The rabbit didn’t know where to go, how to escape this massacre of these helpless hogs sent to a battle they couldn’t win.

The rabbit was starting to feel the fear and misery of the surrounded hogs as they, just like the rabbit, had nowhere to go. No way to escape and surrounded by death. With the only courage he had left the rabbit tried another direction twitching nervously as he ran through the mass of giant feet pounding the same ground that which he stood on. The rabbit was petrified; he froze in the shock of reality. His world was undisturbed, untouched by the evil within the inhibitors of the new world. Now he was scrambling around for his own safety surrounded by craters left by the beasts fighting for a reason they didn’t know and the corpses of the fallen soldiers left to be dealt with only by nature.

           

Unexpectedly the rabbit’s instincts kicked in. He ran as fast as he could to moving out of the way of a hog falling to the floor and its tusk digging into the mud. He was startled by his own awareness and felt awake and ready for the rest of the battle that he was now a part of. Run, jump, duck and weave were the only things this rabbit could do to survive this intense battle between the only two remaining empires. Seeing the struggle in slow motion he darted straight ahead and was diverted by yet another perished hog. He turned on the spot and felt a blinding pain on his face, he could see a foot. This wasn’t any foot; it was dark, not a wolf or a hog. This was something this rabbit hadn’t seen before; he felt immense despair as he looked at this strange figure. It had no face, nothing defining to make it any definable species. It was like a shadow standing before him pulsating with hate. He felt sick inside with fear of this thing towering over him, time seemed to stop once again.

           

The rabbit stared at this shadow where its face should be, the shadow was leaning over the rabbit as if he was searching for a soul through the rabbits tiny eyes. The rabbit’s heart was beating. His mouth was dry and he tried to run but he couldn’t bring himself to move. The noise of the battle he had nearly forgotten was starting to echo as his heart rattled against his chest. The sound of clashing swords and the grunts of pain started to die down as the rabbit felt drowsy. Darkness was spreading through the air from this horrific being looking down at him. He slowly slipped away, asleep. Back where he felt safe and reality was his own where he can cling to the safety of his own undisturbed realm.

The memories of the past battle that the innocent rabbit was dragged into flooded back to him when he opened eyes. He remembered the sound he could hear, the feet hitting the floor around him and smell of death in the air. His heart started to beat rapidly as he went through the horrific events in his mind and then he relaxed as he realised it was all gone.

The rabbit looked around to the field where all the hogs had lost their lives and the war. Hogs lay on the ground in pools of their blood and rusty weapons were spread across the blood stained grass. This was another battle the field had witnessed and survived, drenched in blood of the pawns used by those with authority. He could see the wolves standing around in groups, finally rested from taking lives of those that stood in their way. The rabbit now felt calm and safe, but still hadn’t realised he was looking down at the deceased soldiers. He was being softly held in the cupped hands of something he had never seen before. There was a soft and peaceful feel about it. He had no fur except that from his head down to his shoulders. He had no snout, no beak, no snarling jaw but a mouth with perfectly white teeth. He was dressed in a robe over his shoulders and it felt like there was a gentle atmosphere around him.

Nothing was said. The rabbit didn’t move. They just looked at each other in amazement, a mesmerized gaze into each other’s eyes. This strange, but kind person put the rabbit down under an apple tree. He noticed a long and menacing snake slithering up the tree to a branch. All of a sudden there was huge gust of wind. He looked at the vicious army of wolves as they started to fade away. They lifted into the air hopelessly as the wind blew through their ghostly white fur, with the next gust of wind they disappeared into nothing along with the man who had saved him from an eternal sleep. This rabbit, even thought just a rabbit, knew he was there for a real reason.

On the day of the crucifixion, when Jesus was betrayed and sent to his death a wise man said the devils greatest trick was convincing us he didn’t exist. Humanity can’t exist without the balance between good and evil. To keep humanity from starting their own extinction God and Lucifer had to freely roam the earth and co-exist in secrecy, both with their own influences.

The rabbit was just living on the land as far back as he can remember when he had witnessed the end of an empire and the start of the new world. He saw some of the most haunting acts of evil and was saved by a divine intervention by God himself. He survived the most evils in history but nothing could compare to the evils in humanity. Humans were the best at genocide, suicide and sacrifices of the harshest kind. They did it so well. No human soul could be found that wasn’t darkened by sin. This rabbit was what put the Lords faith back into civilisation, the little innocent spark of hope in the masses of evil. Now he was vulnerable and old. He had survived acts of war and terrorism, forever loyal to the land. He was the reason that humans inherited the world and have their chance to live; he was the reason for their survival.

           

There was a gunshot, the old rabbit was aware of something that nothing else cared of. Aware of something that failed to show itself, failed to make itself known. The light of the new day was slowly pouring over the hill and it was suddenly cut off by the latest danger of the land. The rabbit froze not knowing what to do, where to go or how to escape. Somehow this innocent rabbit knew that this is the end for him, there was nowhere to go, nothing to do and no way to escape. He was then welcomed by death, the gateway to heaven.

“Betrayal is a defining human trait”

The Future Started Yesterday

“If you hear this message, wherever you stand

I'm calling every woman, calling every man

We're the generation

We can't afford to wait

The future started yesterday and we're already late”

The future is what you make of it, its not there for us to predict, its not there to be foreseen, its there to be enabled. The best way for us to predict the future is to create it. In some ways the future is the same for us all, in some ways it’s completely different. In a way the future is the same because it happens at the same time, in five minutes from now something will happen, different things will happen across the world but it will happen at the same time for us all and as humans that is our future.

The future of the world is created by individual decisions, one persons decision to turn on a TV and another’s to start a war could happen in different places but at the same time, they will both create what will be “our” future. Our decisions don’t just create what will be the future of the world; they create our own personal future. Your life is determined by the choices you make whether you feel like it is or not. Even if something happens out of your control, something you didn’t expect or want to happen, it’s the way you choose to deal with it that makes the biggest difference to what “could” happen.


Some of us will be starting a new school, an apprenticeship, getting a job, going to a college or a 6th form and even going to university. All of that is possible because of choices that have been made in the past; all of this is the opportunity for something new, the opportunity to create the future you want. The future started yesterday and we’re already late. It’s the choices that you make now that affect the choices you could make in the future. The future is something that changes every day and it is also something that starts every day too. Make the right decisions and create the future that you want.


“May the dreams of your past be the reality of your future?”

Like a Comet

Like a comet

Charging through the sky

You’ll have to keep on looking

I might just pass you by

Its love that keeps me going

Love that I don’t have

It’s always in the distance

At least of that, I’m glad

The glow and warmth around me

Can’t compare to what’s inside

'cause I will keep on charging

And just enjoy the ride

You can try and stop me

You might just slow me down

Even though I keep on going

I’ll always be around

Dreams are today's answers to tomorrow's questions

As humans we are able to create something with our minds. We may not be able to fully share what we can create with our minds but we can use our imagination to create anything, anything that does exist, could exist and probably never will exist. This is one of the biggest benefits of being human, the benefit of an imagination.

Another major benefit of the human mind is that we can perceive what is happening around us. We can see it, hear it, smell it and feel it, whatever it may be. Yet, most of us, can only do both of these when we are asleep.

We all know the feeling when we wake up from a dream to just realise what reality actually is. This is because you don’t know you’re in a dream until you wake up. You feel like your dream is your reality and whatever happens could be completely normal, and if it’s not you react as you normally would if you were awake because you have no idea that you’re not.

This is only because when we are asleep we are able to create and perceive at the same time, we are in the middle of the process where we can perceive what we create without even realising that we are.

Part of me wishes that when we dream, we can realise that we are so that we can accept that the “ideal reality” we are living in isn’t actually real so that when we wake up to the dull shock of reality it’s not so much of a disappointment.

What i dnt understand is, why do we create a reality for ourselves, a reality we feel like we would prefer to live in when every morning we have to leave it all behind in our mind and start all over again the next night.

Marsha Norman said ““Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you.”

To get what you've never had, do what you've never done

“When a man meets an object he cannot defeat, he only defeats himself”

There have always been times when we just have a random brainwave and think “Something needs to change”, that’s because there always have been and always will be a need for change.

However, thinking to you “something has to change” is never as daunting as thinking “I need to change”, this is because even when it is inevitable, even when it’s for the best, some people just don’t like change. Most of the time, as humans, the only thing stopping us from changing is us, we are the force that we cannot defeat and we end up defeating ourselves because of it.

It’s like we set up a wall that we could break down, but we either refuse to or convince ourselves that we can’t. How many times have you decided that you “want” to do something, decided that you “need” to do something and decided that you “should” do something -- but never actually do it?

Whether you feel like you want or need to do something, or neither and just feel like you should, just do it.
Break down the walls. Take a leap of faith. Benjamin Franklin said “Well done is better than well said”

Appreciation

I am not the person that would easily admit defeat, even if it was staring me in the face. There was a time when I could feel myself slipping into old habits, when I could feel all that I had slipping away and I could see myself deteriorate as though I was looking at someone else. I still would not admit defeat. I would rather, and would even find it easier; to convince myself there was no problem.

Whatever had happened I was never planning to admit defeat, but it was only because of one person that I didn't have to. She stepped into the hell I had created for myself, walked through the fire and dragged me out of it. She did something that not even I could do. She saved me from myself.

Even now I don’t know how she did it, but she did. She was always there when I lost faith, and was always there to make sure that I got it back again.

I can’t name her; it would be too complicated because “she” isn’t just one person. Each time things have gone wrong, and each time I have slipped back into old habits, she has always been there. Each time is was a different person, each time someone new has stepped in and did something that I never could. I appreciate everything that each of these people have done, and will never forget it. 

He Left Her Alone

He left her alone

Like a good loyal soldier

“I’ll be back from the war”

At least that’s what he told her

He knew the enemy

He knew them well

Because all they wanted

Was to send him to hell

He walked down the beaches

With his gun in his hand

Avoiding the shadows

Made from blood in the sand

He wrote letters home

To his beautiful wife

Bringing back memories

Of his civilian life

She’s watching the news

While she’s sitting at home

In a room full of people

She feels so alone

He thinks of his wife

And the lives they will lead

As he charges the beach

Towards his brothers in need

Hit by a bullet

He falls to the ground

He feels no more feelings

He hears no more sound

She stirs in her sleep

She knows something’s wrong

She feels the cold silence

Like the end of a song

His comrades come quickly

As brothers in arms

They keep their heads down

They try to keep calm

He lies on the table

With blood covered hands

His war is now over

Now his blood stains the sand

He takes his last breath

As the angels embrace

She stands at her window

As tears wet her face

Broken

The worlds has got

Some broken bones

Listen hard

You hear it groan

Mother Nature

Sold her soul

To keep the balance

The world as a whole

Stalking the Streets

Stalking the streets

Looking for prey

Creeping around

With nothing to say

Leave no living

Hunting packs

Silent and swift

Don’t turn your backs

Vicious attacks

Where anything goes

Covert and quick

Yet everyone knows

All this evil

Seen by the world

Humanity is beaten

Tangled and twirled

In all the darkness

Light has to thrive

Love is still living

Breathing -- alive

The evil inside

Churns up their life

So much pain

Like a twisted knife

The heart keeps on

Love still survives

Hearts not yet cold

Emotions alive

Taking a life

Is the ultimate theft

You’ve taken it all

There’s nothing left

And then you write home

It’s just your duty

Serving your country

A dead inner beauty

Love must be blind

Or it would hide its face

Scared and ashamed

Of the human race

Catch Me If You Can

In Frank Abagnale Senior’s (Christopher Walken) speech in “Catch me if you can” he says “Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse, wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out. Gentlemen, as of this moment, I am that second mouse.”

 

Now that most of us have our results and futures are about to be or already have been determined -- which mouse are you?

A Critics Job

Joseph Addison said that “a true critic ought to dwell rather upon excellencies than imperfections”

Isn’t that critics job? Don’t they point out the imperfections what we may now have seen, so we can turn those imperfection into excellencies?. The way I see it is that a critic sees the imperfections so that everyone else gets to see the excellencies.

Leave a comment with what you think.

The Light At The End Of The Tunnel

At times, we all feel like things are going wrong, that we have made the wrong choices, made a mistake and done the wrong thing at the wrong time. Its this time when we need to hold onto whatever hope we have left, but its also the time when hope seems to be the one thing we haven't got. When it looks like everything is going wrong and there's nothing we can do about it, all we can do is have faith in ourselves and hope for the future. 

After having a chat with Vicky (http://vixensa.blogspot.com/) I thought, do we need to look for the light at the end of the tunnel, or do we need to find the tunnel with light at the end?

A Walk Through the Valley

As I walk through the valley

Of the shadow of death

I can feel the fear

I can see my breath

The ice is thin

Beneath my feet

A lonely walk

To my final defeat

I can see myself

Beneath the ice

One foot wrong

And I’ll pay the price

As I walk

Beneath my feet

Is a different me

The pacing beast

I see myself

Pace up and down

With a broken wing

And a dented crown

If the ice would break

And I fell to the beast

My soul would be open

Free for the feast

What is a leap of faith?

A leap of faith is when you stand on the edge, with your feet hanging over and your heart pounding as the fear sets in.  It’s when you know that you should jump, that you should throw your arms out and let gravity do the rest and that this is the opportunity you have been waiting for. It’s when all you want to do it jump but the fear holds you back, the fear that there is nothing there to catch you. A true leap of faith is when, after considering that there might not be anything there to catch you or that there is something worse waiting at the bottom, you jump anyway.

Take the risk. Take the leap of faith. After the leap, there is always the faith, and the fun is in the freefall. 

To write is to Live Forever

Joseph Stalin said that “The writer is the engineer of the human soul”. A writer doesn’t just make you see things but they can make you feel them too.

The difference between a writer and a good writer is that writers can interpret feelings; they can make you see what they feel in the words that they write. However, a good writer can create feeling, they can make you understand things and feel whatever way they want you to feel.

A writer can interpret what seems to be reality; a good writer can create one.

Letting Go

I read a lot of quotes but I only really remember a few. One of the ones I always remember is “If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.”

This kind of ideology isn’t restricted to just love, it’s about life. Sometimes we have to let go of things, sometimes we have to let people go, and that is where the pain will start. When we let someone go, when you let them leave your life and you see them happier than they ever were with you around, all it can do is hurt. This kind of pain is hard to deal with, it’s close to the pain we feel when we see the one we love, love someone else. It’s the kind of pain that can only be eased and comforted by knowing that this person is now happier because you let them go.

I think that if it seems like people are trying to change or trying to move on, let them. If they are meant to stick around, if they are worth the effort, even with the opportunity to leave, they won’t. If you always give people the freedom to leave you, but hope that they won’t, then those that stick around are those that deserve for you to stay.

Havelock Ellis said that “All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on”.

If you dont make mistakes, You dont make anything

Oscar Wilde said that “Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes.” I used to think that our biggest mistakes were the ones that we were still living with, in some ways it was as though if the mistakes were forgotten or not even cared about anymore, then they weren't significant to begin with.

The truth is that everyone makes mistakes, and if you think that you haven't, that you didn't take any risks to make any mistakes, then that was your biggest mistake right there. Is it a sign of change when you start to question your old mentality? Is it true that unless you physically or mentally reminded of a mistake, then its not significant enough? It might be, but I honestly don't know. I thought I knew exactly what my biggest mistakes are, I thought I could look back and point out what they were and when they happened. Now I realise that all the mistakes you remember are that are significant, whether I regret them or not -- I am still paying for them.


Some say the best way to predict the future is to look at the past. If that's right then things look pretty bleak. Dandridge M. Cole said that "We cannot predict the future, but we can invent it." -- That will do for me.

The King and His Demon

The empire was calm
When the young prince was born
When the angels fell silent
For an oath to be sworn

Now the angels would watch
Until the prince became king
Keeping him safe
From the tune the Devil sings

He grew as a child
Into the king he would be
But for now he’s a boy
With mud on his knees

The angels did nothing
For they hadn’t known
About the evil inside him
That with him had grown

For when the king died
And the evil released
The prince was now king
The king and the beast

He lived with this demon
Lurking within
A part of the King
But so different from him

His empire was falling
He was losing control
The power of the demon
Had taken its toll

With a smile on his face
He faked a new power
And his soul was left open
For the demon to devour

He has the grace of a god
To those that have seen him
Yet strikes fear in their hearts
With the glare of a demon

His empire is guarded
And no one gets in
For his soul is too heavy
Dragged down by his sin

One day this King
Took off his armour
Threw down his sword
To a vicious charmer

He let her in
And ignored his past
Looked at the future
Happy at last

The illusion kept going
But his armour was rusty
He was left in the open
And his sword was now dusty

With a swipe at his heart
His queen left him broken
Left him to suffer
Now the demon has woken

The demon ruled the empire
As the king was left beaten
He was left for dead
And his heart kept on beating

He had the grace of a god
To those that had seen him
With an ache in his heart
Now ruled by the demon

by Tom Roff

When Life Gives You Lemons

Ive been thinking about a conversation I had with someone a few days ago about their general outlook on life, now it seems that the best life philosophy is "If life gives you lemons, ask for a lime, that'll get them in a right muckin fuddle". Seems to me that this is a good outlook on life, a simple way to keep your sanity intact.

Take a Leap of Faith

The Great Leap of Faith

It's yours, take it,
Leap like a lunatic
Over the chasm below
Erupting as you go
Your true self awaits you
NOW you will know
by Jane Evershed

With no imagination, All we have is reality

This is a long voice-over speech for a character that started to doubt his own reality and found that what he saw as reality was just an illusion created by him. It was inspired by two quotes: “I reject your reality and substitute it for my own.” (Adam Savage) and “Reality is merely an illusion, although a very persistent one” (Albert Einstein) 

"Humans. Look at them all running around chasing their so called dream but slowing down whenever they get close. It’s a shame they don't see it themselves. They are, and probably always will be, only animals fuelled by their ego and driven by their economy. The so called superior species. Superior species with their superior weaknesses. If people listened to Karl Marx like they did to that Jesus fella then all problems would have been eradicated. It’s a shame there's so many of them out there full of opinions and complaining about their problems. The only problem I have - is that I'm one of them”

The Addict and his Demon

Anger isn't just what you feel when something annoys you, when you or someone else does something you don't like, that's just a natural reaction, its a human reaction. Real anger, true anger is like a demon, something that turns us into primal animals again. For four years anger has been a big part of my life, it was part of my personality and in some ways it was my biggest problem and my biggest comfort. Just like you would expect from a demon, it drags you through hell, it steps in and takes over, it makes your heart beat faster than it ever normally should and gives you an adrenaline rush that make you feel sick, and most of all, it makes it feel good. There is no natural euphoria that can compare to a full blown rage. In a way, its like the devils greatest trick, it convinces you that its not a problem by making it feel good. How can something that feels so good be such a big problem? Once it has dragged you through it all, it leaves you to deal with the consequences, it knocks your whole world around and leaves you to watch it fall.   

Love?

"If I gave you the gift of love, that gift would be nothing short of an angel, and like any angel it may not feel like its there when you want it, but it will always be there when you need it"  Tom Roff

Faith?

Faith is like a flame, it can flicker and drift, and even die out, but nothing can kill it forever, you just need the right spark. Faith, in its simplest form is daring your soul to go further than it can see. Good luck with that.