I like this one coz it's fitting

mooBlog 29-6-2011: The present (is a gift)

This song, to me, is still amazing and inspiring. The chorus makes me feel more at home in my own skin every time I hear it. "I came to this world with nothing, and I leave with nothing but love, everything else is just borrowed."

Has to be a sign not to dwell on that which can be taken away, but that which we have now. Tomorrow is an uncertainty, but today is real.

The clip is pretty chilling too. Heart goes out to all the families who due to the financial crisis have had their homes taken.

Ode to bad behaviour

I spend too much,
I smoke too much,
I worry too much,
I stress too much,
I drink too much,
I procrastinate too much,
I think too much,
... or do I?
I talk too much,
I walk too... infrequently,
I eat too much,
I stare too much,
I yell too much,
I sleep too much.

I bite my fingernails...

mooBlog 26-4-2011: Your Anger Is A Gift

Yesterday we rallied outside the Maribyrnong Detention Centre. We sang, yelled and screamed for two reasons. One, to make our voices heard, so that the Australian govt. might finally finish locking up refugees. The second reason, is to give hope to the refugees inside. For them to know that we are fighting for them, that they are welcome here, well, maybe it'll give these innocent souls a reason to carry on in the face of such inhumane treatment. This morning, while nursing my wrist (which was battened by police while I was trying to tie a ribbon to the fence,) I wrote a poem. I'd much rather it was lyrics, but I can neither sing nor play an instrument, so it'll stay as a poem. It's not too in depth, but hopefully you get the point.

Your Anger Is A Gift (Title taken from the song "Freedom" by Rage Against the Machine)


How would you feel
being locked up like veal,
and treated as an animal?
Detaining refugees is criminal.


Ol' Swanny says it's insensitive
to set alight these camps.
But their treatment gives no incentive
To submit to their sordid clamps


We gotta get to grips with this situation.
The pigs bring the battens to every demonstration.
"That'll teach these lefties!" is the forces cry.
But your brutality gives us more reason  to defy!


And what is the crime these refugees have committed?
Absolutely nothing, so they shouldn't be incarcerated.
They're just fleeing the bombs out own government drops.
No wonder we hate these pollies and their fucking cops.


So the time has come,
for us to draw the line,
and fight for the voiceless,
and free them all,
body and mind.


For more information about what's been happening with regards to mandatory detention in Australia, here are some good links:

http://www.sbs.com.au/news/article/1526231/Bowen-cracks-down-on-asylum-seeker-rioters

http://www.youtube.com/user/ten#p/u/15/SDR_Fy06QkU

http://sa.org.au/index.php?option=com_k2&view=item&id=6863:refugee-supporters-rally-in-sydney&Itemid=453

http://www.theage.com.au/victoria/protesters-push-for-change-on-detention-rules-20110425-1dtsh.html

If you want to contribute to the campaign, you can check out the Victoria branch of Refugee Action Collective @ http://www.rac-vic.org/

Or shoot me a comment and I'll happily reply.
And remember:


"With poetry I paint the pictures that hit
More like the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it" - Rage Against The Machine

My green apple infused Schmirnoff vodka intoxication is revealing to say the least. I've gotten half way, and all I've found is self-loathing. Not that weak, oh-nobody-likes-me-i'm-gonna-eat-some-worms kinda loathing either. I'm talking about slaughtering bouts of hopelessness. Is there really a cure for that. I doubt that alcohol is the answer, but it definitely is the cheapest medicine.

I'm left with not much but a few melting ice cubes and dry eyes after pushing back tears for hours. Seriously, I thought I was doing fine. One glimpse, that's all it fucking took. One fucking glimpse, and I was right back in September, wondering how it all went so fucking wrong.

Tonight, though, I need/needed a friend. I went through my phone book. Seriously guys, I felt that I couldn't relay this shit to anyone in there. What the fuck does that say? Trust. I cannot trust people anymore. So you know what I'll do? I'ma get fucking drunk and sit in silence. At the very least no-one will see my sniveling, pathetic tears.

mooBlog 7-3-2011: Lack of forethought

I should have seen this coming. For all of the effort that I put into trying to be righteous, I crossed the line into self-righteousness. Who the fuck am I, to say that I can empathize with the oppressed minorities of this world? I can talk to people, the people of these groups, until my ears ring and my voice is gone. Does it change me? I would like to think that it does, but I'm not so sure.

Bigotry, even the sub-conscious variety, still dictates so much of how I act. If I laugh at a joke, only to have it pointed out to me that it is racist, or sexist, or homophobic, I later feel embarrassed. Not only because it has offended people, but more-so because I didn't recognize it as being a bigoted joke to begin with.

I can listen to people talk about the persecution of being black, being a woman, being a Muslim or Aboriginal. But is that all I can do? I, as a white, secular male, can never even begin to understand what it means to be targeted and labeled. As much as I want to, I can never actually relate to this oppression, I can only view on listening, and hope that I don't act out the bullshit stereotyping that I was brought up to believe in.

Fuck, why isn't it easier to overcome this? I want my mind to be free of all this, I can't stand the thought that anyone would see me as one of the middle-class chauvinists that I grew up alongside.

The worst of all of this, is that I talk myself up so much as being open-minded, only to have my face slapped (figuratively, of course) after my myopia is exposed.

So, I don't really know what to do now. I've surrounded myself with some of the most righteous, giving, caring, motivated, open-minded people I could find, and I know slowly, that the way I view the world is being changed for the better. However, I now know how far I've got to go. I think I'll simply shut the fuck up and actually LISTEN to these people, instead of trying to pretend that I know what they mean already.

mooBlog 20-2-2011: Finding a place for hate.

You hold your head high because you think you taught me.
I hold mine high because I know all you say is lies.

You hold your head high because you see real doctors when sick.
I hold mine high because I survive without it.

You hold your head high because you control this society.
I hold mine high because WE have all the real power.

You hold your head high because you make your money without working.
I hold mine high because I earn all of mine.

When I see you enter your temple to check your fucking bank balance, I feel hatred.
To me, you are nothing but scum. Fucking bourgeois scum.

You hold your head so fucking high. One day I'll get a noose to hold it higher, you reactionary swine.