Where?

Where is the voice to say enough? Where is the voice that will rise up and guide us? Where is the voice that even the quiet must listen to? The voice that speaks without uttering a word. Where is the voice that will open eyes, minds and hearts? Where is the voice that we will wake up to? The voice that will make us see where we truly are and how we can escape? Torture, rape, murder, decay, death. People using and abusing each other. People hating just to hate. Who will save us from this pit we are in? Where is the voice who will end the darkness and bring hope? Where is the voice that will rise up and say when? We need a voice. Where is it? Who does it belong to? Will we be waiting forever?

Generation X

I am a member of what people call 'Generation X'. Why are we called Generation X? I think it is because there is nothing else to be. Where is the voice to listen to? Where are the leaders? The Ideas that change the world? Where are the Dr. Martin Luther Kings, the Malcolm X's, The Roosevelt's of our time? All the good ideas have been thought and sold. All the good themes used up and turned into theme parks. Who is there to look up to? Where are the fists in the air, the marching feet, the sound of will and individuality? There seems to be just this nothingness ahead of us. We are surrounded by mutiny instead of unity. Where are the ones to lead the change, and make the differences in the world? Everything is overdone and used up. What is left for us? Where are those who will stand? Those who will make tomorrow? Where are we? We are not Generation X by choice, there is just nothing else to be.

Corners

The loneliest place in the world

Is an empty corner.

Your life, the world, and the ones you love

Are behind you.

Nothing and no one beside you,

Nothing and no one in front of you.

A dead end.

An empty corner.

In loving memory

Gone But Not Forgotten.

Rest In Peace

Brandon Bruce Lee

Story

Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived in a tiny house in the middle of a great big field. Every day she spent alone. Then one day, as the young girl was looking out her window, she saw a great ox walking past her house. The young girl went outside and called to the ox "Mr. Ox, Mr. Ox. I am just sitting to tea and I would be honored if you would be my guest. Would you join me?" The ox was so surprised, for he was not used to being spoken to so politely, that he agreed immediately. But the ox was so big and the house so small that the only thing he could fit in the door was his great nose. The ox pushed and pushed, but he could not get in. The young girl took hold of the great ring in his nose and pulled and pulled, but the ox could not get in. Then together the ox pushed and pushed and the girl pulled and pulled. Great cracks began to form in the door way, the walls and the ceiling, still the ox could not get through. So the ox gave one final push and the young girl gave one final pull, as they did this the cracks grew and the house fell down all around them. The girl climbed atop the great ox's back and together they rode into the setting sun, never to be parted. In time they were married and they lived happily ever after.

Quote from : The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles

Because we do not know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

Not Alone.

As I stand on the edge of this building, I look down
Just like they say I should not.
I look far and wide at the world in front of me.
I see them.
I see all those people walking, moving, trying to live,
Trying to survive.
I see pain, sadness and fear.
I see you.
Your eyes give you away.
I see you screaming for help
I hear you falling under the weight you carry.
I don't know you,
You don't know me,
But
I am here.
I am not afraid.
Take my hand,
Walk beside me
No matter where the road takes us, you are not alone.


Take my strength
Make it yours
Together we will shoulder this weight,
Together we will take on the world.
Take my courage
Make it yours
Together we will rise above
Together we will overcome
Take my heart
Make it yours
Together we will press on
Together we will survive.
I am here.
I am not afraid.
Take my hand,
Walk beside me
No matter where the road takes us, you are not alone.


Together we will stand
We will never give up.
We will never give in.
We will never surrender.
We will stand against any storm.
We will stand against every hurt, every fear, every sadness
Together we will break out of any cage.
Even the sky cannot be our limit,
Because nothing will hold us back.
Nothing will hold us down.
I am here.
I am not afraid.
Take my hand,
Walk beside me
No matter where the road takes us, you are not alone.


As I step away from this ledge, I will take you with me.
As we walk among those people, we will take them with us.
Together we will stand
Together we will live.
We are here.
We are not afraid.
Take our hands,
Walk beside us
No matter where the road takes us, we are together.
We are not alone.