Life In Fuschia...

~*Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter - Martin Luther King Jr.*~

Monday, July 31, 2006

*Sigh*

Love is the simplest thing to ever be so complicated...

Sunday, July 30, 2006

The Butterflies...


Need time to feel alright.
Need time to forget that you're like everyone else.
Need time to forget the nights.
The days.
The happiness.
The together.
To stop the laughter.
Stop the feeling.
To put away the pictures.
Separate the me and you.
Need time to collect the butterflies.

Let's Hope For Peace Soon...




War. Such catastrophic evil to come from the mind of man...

Let's hope for peace soon.
So that no more children may suffer.
No more life be taken.
And more human kindness be given.
Let's hope for peace soon.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Love...

Hold on.
Or let go.

Wear Your Own Skin...


So we had our usual bi-weekly fur protest against Vollbracht Furs that we've been having since Febuary of 2006 (it's every Saturday, except in the summer), here's a picture of a couple of the protesters. It was a good protest, there were 15 of us there and a few people just walked up and asked if they could join. The fur industry is one of the cruelest and most useless forms of making profit. Animals are skinned alive, trapped in mutilating devices, genitally electrocuted, and all for profit. It's just not right, the animals are voiceless to stop their suffering and it's up to people who have a voice to speak out and let those inflicting torture know we are not blind to what they are doing. The taking of innocent life is the price we pay for vanity...

In Other News: Turtle Runs Into Bump In the Road and Pulls Out Early...


It began on a January day.
A smile happened.
March held tears that run Sometimes In April.
We watched the penguins march, and the Ice Age pass.
We listened to rainy nights, and colored the walls.
We slept and we cried, and we talked and we tried.
I painted, and butterflies fluttered.
Our pictures are gone, you said something is wrong.
Wash away the words on your wall, in your six cornered room.
The meaning is fading, erase the love I gave you.
The words couldn't hold onto you, and the pictures will let go soon.
All that meant the world, will become another hollow space.
Love was your shadow, but abandon was your face.
You let me love you and you knew.
Said the rights but did the wrongs.
Hide away now in your contemplating spaces.
Your dreams will come true, your life will be a masterpiece.
But you will be a lonely painter, love has no faces for you to copy.
Your brush will not know the color of love, your heart will not have it.
Life leaves broken hearts behind, but only behind for a little while.
Been broken before.
Now I stay broken.
Who will fix me?

(not my picture)

Friday, July 28, 2006

Haha.

Gabriella: I'm ready for the party!...
Shane: No. No party! There's no party!...

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Happiness...


We drew pictures in my class today about what made us smile. One of the kids in my class made this one for me. Genuine, truthful art. An honest picture of what makes a child happy. Not money, not power, not vanity...just a rainbow and a flower.

From Suffering Springs Inspiration...


So I've been thinking about starting a new project. I saw some touching pictures today and am newly inspired to create a piece of meaningful art. It brought back my rememberance of Hurricane Katrina, the suffering in Iraq, and the suffering that goes on daily in the world. It was a farmiliar moment where the suffering wasn't just on tv, but in real life, and it didn't stop when a commercial came on, it went on...I am truly inspired to create something that speaks truth. Too many sufferings are undercover and silenced...Today suffering has touched me, and now I must speak...

So I was watching TV today and something caught my attention...A clip of George W. Bush saying the United States is going to start pulling troops out of Iraq. So then the immediate next clip went "And later, the plan to send more soldiers to Iraq." Hmm...

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Love Needs Silences...

Monday, July 24, 2006

Hunting is Sad...

"What happened mother?"
"...Man has come into the forest..." ~ From 'Bambi'

Every Heartbeat Deserves a Chance...

So I'm reading some information on abortion today and it just pissed me right off...It's a woman's body? A human being's right to life outweigh's a woman's rights. I really can't comprehend how anyone who believes in a higher power can think abortion is an option. What makes me the most upset is women who make irresponsible choices, and continue to do so by choosing abortion because they don't want their lifestyles to change. What is even more baffling to me is that the same people who believe that killing innocent children AFTER birth is wrong, argue that killing them BEFORE they are born should be ok. AND THEN THEY PROCEED TO CALL IT FEMINISM! What is so feminist about arguing for the woman's choice at the expense of a human being's life? Why should women be able to choose death for children, if we're giving women the right to kill as long as the victim can't object. Supposedly society values life, if that's the case, why not ALL of life. And in the case of rapes, I still can't morally or ethically say I believe in aborting a life. Life is rough, bad things happen to everyone, but you don't solve them by taking an innocent life, you do what you have to do. I'm so sick of people giving reasons why taking life is alright and should be accepted and allowed by everyone. I don't want to hear excuses and explanations. People always have excuses for what they do, but excuses change nothing...There is no excuse for inflicting death onto others. We take animals and use them as we please to conduct torturous experiements that conducting on a "human" would be a crime. People would be horrified if those experiements were done on their own kind, yet they inflict the cruelest of sufferings on life they consider to be worth less than their own, which seems to be animals, unborn babies, and the neccessary casualties. Who decides which heartbeats matter in this world? People seem to think THEY do. We shoot defenseless animals and call it "sport," we shoot people and call it murder, except when we are supporting a self-serving politician's war, then we call it "ok." We skin animals alive, use mutilating traps, and anal electrocution, so we can wear them. And not just wild animals, CATS AND DOGS. We pay celebrities billions to do practically nothing...NOTHING...yet we have no money to educate our kids. Then there is global warming. THE INCONVENIENT TRUTH. And there's factory farming. People need to watch Meet Your Meat. If you knew what goes down at those factories, you wouldn't be feeding that meat to your children. Not to mention the horrific slaughtering of animals and the lifelong cagings, living in their own feces, and never knowing a shred of love or compassion for their life. And the circus...abusing it's animals and forcing them to perform for our entertainment. Pathetic. Sad. Not entertaining. The use of anal shocking, bullhooking, and lashing are only a few of the cruel methods used to make these animals perform. They didn't ask for that life, man forced it upon them. Abusing and taking life is not our right. We are not Gods, we are just people...We should be helping the voiceless, homeless, and loveless, not taking life away just because we have the means...*Every heart beats, but when you take away the hearts...there's only silence...*

Love is Not Fuschia Today...


Flutter butter.
Fly.
Away.
Here.
Away.
I think I am broken again.
Who fixes me?
Who fixes the butterflies?
They cannot flutter.
They cannot flutter.
They cannot flutter.

Time surrounded by water.
I poured some and so did the sky.
We were not so divided then.
It's time to pick up my pieces and start laying bricks.
Build a better wall this time.
One that won't crumble so fast.
No I don't understand.
Why don't you tell me.
Tell me again why it's not my turn to matter right now.

When will you take care of me?
It will finally be my turn, and I won't be there.
I won't be there.
Love will pass you by.
And when it's gone you will make it a priority.
But it won't matter anymore.
It just won't matter.