What really controls us?
I was thinking about this when i was sick.
We all love to think that the mind controls the body right? but it seems that there is a relationship between the two. The mind controls the actions of the body....for the most part. When you are sick, or have a headache, or a fever, you act differently, you cannot do everything your mind wants you to do. I think this is an example of the body controlling the mind, reminding us that it is still there.
WishinForSomething
This is my first foray into writing for someone else. Let me know what you think
I have climbed mountains high
Towering giants below my feet
Scenes outstretched before me
Causing me to wheep
But nothing in my whole life is more beautiful
Than how you love me
I have stood on oceans shores
Endless horizons in my view
Captivated by the sight, helpless for anything to do
But nothing i have ever seen is more beautiful than you
I have soared among the eagles,
Riding air below my wings, lifted high among the clouds
Feeling my whole body shake.
But nothing i've ever felt compares to thrill of your touch
I have heard a thousand symphonies play music of genuis minds
When the notes make others cry around me i rest easy knowing that
Nothing compares to your voice,
The greatest music ever heard
I have read the words from the minds of the greatest bards
And let them dwell within my soul
Some of them not able to let go
But seeing your words of love is
The greatest prose i could ever know
I have climed lofty mountains high
Towering giants below my feet
But nothing in my life is more beautiful than you
Now i know why
People write songs for the ones they love, its so hard to find the write words out of other peoples words.
Amie - Damien Rice (much more positive than my last post)
Nothing unusual, nothing strange
Close to nothing at all
The same old scenario, the same old rain
And there's no explosions here
Then something unusual, something strange
Comes from nothing at all
I saw a spaceship fly by your window
Did you see it disappear?
Amie come sit on my wall
And read me the story of O
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me
Nothing unusual, nothing's changed
Just a little older that's all
You know when you've found it,
There's something I've learned
'Cause you feel it when they take it away
Something unusual, something strange
Comes from nothing at all
But I'm not a miracle
And you're not a saint
Just another soldier
On the road to nowhere
Amie come sit on my wall
And read me the story of O
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me
And Amie come sit on my wall
And read me the story of O
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me
Voices in My Head
Poison in my veins, inside im torturing my brains,
and still I try.
Voices in my head, am I alive or am I dead?
Alone I cry.
Im still awake
Its quarter to six, im trying to write and I aint thought of no shhh,
I live with guilt like I slaughtered the sick
I live with shame, like my daughter a bitch,
I dont make living but i still persist
I could sell out but i still resist, so dont tell me about no pain and shit,
I was born and raised in poverty bitch
And I smile all the while and dont complain
Im something like Gail Scott heroine,
Do you know what it feels like to lose a friend, again and again and again, again?
The bitterness in the killer the poet,
The river of blood within the mess flowin,
Im the bitterness in the killer the poet,
The river, the blood will keep on flowin,
People inside me say,
They wanna see me go on tragically, and its evil, its evil,
Cuz im only twenty something years old working for a crumb or some bread or nothin...
The harder the struggle the deeper the trouble,
Come out of the bubble,
Ill teach you to cuddle,
With demons inside me, what demon is not me,
These demons inside me they got me, they stop me from feedin,
And eatin and keepin it even, and even my reason for breathin this season,
Sleep in a danger, my nose when im readin, its bleedin on paper, its bleedin on paper,
And im tired of this violence, so tortured inside,
Ain't it awkward that im this open inside,
Have I already died?
Has mom already cried?
And why do I feel like im over this life?
Im not hateful, im grateful,
My girlfriend is tasteful, livin it up, I might even blow,
Like a leak in a truck, with a torch and a clutch,
And explosion that leaves the whole coffin covered in dust,
And the people, inside me saying, they wanna see me go tragically,
And its evil, because im only twenty something, working for some crumbs and some bread
And nothing
Neverland
So my mom is a highschool teacher. I get to hear lots of funny stories. I call them Tales from the Class Keeper. Im going to start sharing them on here because they are that good.
So one of the kids in my moms GRADE 12 English class is a Dutch exchange student. My mom jokingly calls him 'the foriegner', which im pretty sure he doesn't mind. He screws around because whether or not he passes is inconsiquential, because these marks count for nothing really. So one of the other kids in the class asked my mom: "Hey when is (BLANK) going to be going back to Neverland?" My mom asked what he was talking about. "Well thats where he's from isn't it, Neverland?" My mom replied with: "You mean the Netherlands, not Neverland...." The entire class looked at him with shock.
Here's another one:
My mom has this kid that introduces himself as such: "Hi, im soandso and my dad owns the Dairy Queen" He's very cocky and never stops talking, and he doesn't talk about important stuff, just dumb stuff. So my mom was rather surprised and anoyed when in the middle of discussing a novel he pipes in with 'Did you know that people with down syndrome have an extra chromosome' My mom said 'um, no no i didn't'. Well i guess he saw this as liscense to keep talking and he said 'I think Katie has down syndrome' This cheezed my mom off, because now he was attacking other classmates. See, Katie is defenition Emo. She always mopes around and dresses in dark colours. In fact my mom tells her just not to cut herself in class because its messy. I swear she's gonna get fired. So my mom says: I don't thnk Katie has down syndrome. He says "isn't it true that you need to be more happy around people with down syndrome?", Mom: Why is that?, he replies: Well because they are always down. We need to be happy around them because they are always down. After a brief shock my mom stammers out "I think you mean Down's Syndrome, not down syndrome"
Happy NewYear
I went to a great party on New Years, the invite said 'Us girls are going to dress up all fancy, and it would be cool if some of the guys did to'. So i threw on some jeans, shirt, tie, JL Argyl Sweater, and nice suit jacket. So ya, i was the only guy to dress up. Turns out one of the other guys at the party must have liked it....cus he hit on me a couple times during the night...eww. I don't make New Years resolutions, i think they are dumb and pointless. I think i've become so cynical about them after seeing so many students start piano lessons in January, and then quite a few months later. And i could be funny and say something dumb like: My new years resolution is not to make any new years resolutions, but that is even dumber. (is dumber a word?...more dumb i guess). I just bought Daft Punk's Alive 2007 and Tiesto's Elements of Life, both provided a wonderful party soundtrack on New Years. Although Tiesto is more of a 3 a.m chill out CD
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