WhiteCrow's "stuff" ...

[WhiteCrowUK]

I thought it would be a good idea to gather some of my "stuff" together under one thread than having them bits and pieces all over the place.

This is something about another forum I belong to, where the kind of language of hate used has become more and more of a turn off, and I'm probably not going to return now ...

Venom

My mind is not perfect
But my eyes can see truth
And my ears hear your words
That bring bile to my throat

You cast yourself high
And you judge us below
You mesmerise many
With your self-righteous scorn

You seek justice
Which is retribution
You speak of society
Without compassion
You preach dogma
Which is laced with hate

Your mouth is full of venom

[tiamot]

Sadly I know of many people like that. People who claim to have *ahem* strong moral convictions, if you get my meaning.

A good poem! Its raw and cuts right to the point; hits you in the face!

[Alkadual]

I think everyone has run into their fair share of people like that. The poem is very good. It makes me think of the sadness and frustration I feel when dealing with people like that.

[Sadistic Dream]

It sounds like this girl I know. She got angry and started yelling at me, I told her to be quiet and mind her own business. Now I'm the bad person.
Sigh, we've all met someone like that.

[WhiteCrowUK]

Pulpit of hate

Why do your preach,
From your pulpit of hate?
What tyranical sermons,
Have you unleashed to date?

What made you like this?
With your rants and your scorn
Did you ever know love?
Does it know you at all?

What brought forth this madness?
Will it ever be through?
Will if bring you a smile,
If we end up like you?

[WhiteCrowUK]

This is an old one ...

The Shadow Watcher

My eyes are the eyes of a foreigner
So secretly cast on your shores
To walk your concrete labyrinths
Observing your alien laws

I hear you speak in your mothertongue
And write down your different ways
Watching you try hard to navigate
Societies bleak moral maze

I'm the shadowy watcher amongst you
Watching my fellow man
The sinister chronicler amidst you
Point me out if you think that you can

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I turned this last year into a folk song.

You have been warned!

[WhiteCrowUK]

Words

What can I say to lighten the load?
To banish the grief?
To heal the hurt?

Words have no magic
But they are all I have
They are all I can give
To show I care

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This could also be called Facebook-itis.

A friend from school on Facebook lost her dad this week. I'm hovering on her profile update, and I want to say something, but it just fills me with terror, and I just don't know what to say.

I see on Facebook occasionally people going through the worst things in their life, and usually I feel compelled to comment. Because yes bad things happen, but worse is the fear bad things happen and no-one really cares.

[Sadistic Dream]

Aww.
I couldn't say anything when a girl I knew posted on Myspace she'd been in a car accident. Because really, we didn't know each other that well and hadn't spoken since middle school. Which was maybe five years or so ago...so I figured she forgot who I was and didn't want to trouble her. But perhaps you should say something. A simple "Are you okay? If you need someone to talk to, I am here for you." or something similar is a lot of help in a world of grief.
Remember "Complacency and indifference perpetuate the status quo. Change only comes through collective action." as said by the smartest woman I know at paws4change.org.

It's okay to reach out, I'm sure she will accept your comforting words.

[WhiteCrowUK]

Shadow Keeper

My Demons that seek
Such havoc to reap
They never seem sleep
In my mind

But I choose now to keep
The shadow locked deep
Hoping the peace that I seek
I'll one day find

[WhiteCrowUK]

Well this is still my "stuff", but this one is video stuff ...

Twilight of the Daleks ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69d1hh958Rs

[WhiteCrowUK]

Had an awful week this week. I found out my closest friend has died in the UK, in what could be suicide.

A couple of distraught days. This is the best I can manage to explain about her. It's not really good poetry, just from the heart.

Violet

There's so much I want to say to you Violet
But no more time to say it
Though you struggled with darkness
You were my ray of light
My comrade-in-arms against depression
My angel
My friend