Breaking the cycle. - by swanston1

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Breaking the cycle. - February 2007

Abuse and alcoholism. A true poem. outsiders perspective.

February 4th 2007 03:41

I see a nasty man
full of hatred and of beer.
This horrible old man,
the beer conceals his fear.

His fear of life and the person he can be,
his fear of difference and something unroutine.

Standing right behind him,
can he hear his darlings scream?
her scream for better days
when she felt just slightly free.

Her cry for early days
when in him she did believe.

Can he see her pain?
Yes! I think he can

Yet keeps her at a distance and doesn't care
this shameful, pitied, drunk, silly man.

His tongue as a razor,

cutting straight to the heart.
For she is the stronger
he envies her strong, battered, loving heart.

With his blurry speech,
through his blurry eyes,
I don't think he cares,
so why must he fight?

Fighting is the death of wisdom, caring and love,
for the angels sake should the devil rise above.
Only to entwine in a loving eternal waltz.

But this can never be

Shamelessly, unknowingly,
his only waltz is his broth.

So I stand back silently
wishing this to be,
he doesn't know what hes got
She can't take much more
she'll be gone soon,
this I do believe.

FOOD FOR THOUGHT??
All the best everyone.

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PLASTIC FANTASTIC.

February 4th 2007 03:21

Ever tried this experiment?
Walk into a shop with your daggiest clothes on, untidy hair, looking sad. Oh my goodness, be patient and wait to be served, you will be looked up and down like you are a gutter bug.

Now, wait a few days, go with your best clothes on, walk with confidence and a smile, for the girls, do the hair and make up to, for the guys, please!! Just do the hair. They cannot serve you fast enough.

Yep, exterior precedence. Funny, the daggy you is still the same person, it's your clothes they don't wanna serve.
HAHA.

PLASTIC FANTASTIC is here. LOUD AND PROUD.

OOPPPSSSSS. There goes that dang media again tapping at our brains. I'm sorry Girls, if Kylie gets cheated on, that certainly means that looks have nothing to do with it.

What a confidence booster for any Man or Woman. Insecure and hellbent on looking a million dollars only for the fact of superficiality. Hey, if youre not wanted because of how you dress or look, then move on, get new friends, don't let yourself be a victim of judgements.

I guess some of us are at a higher emotional level than others, but for me, I see beauty in everyone, the homeless person that people scorn and laugh at, the man talking to himself on the train, hey, i'm sure he's making sense to himself.....he knows what he is saying.

The lonely person that is sitting alone looking sad. They are the ones that need to be shown they are beautiful, they are the ones that need to be shown they are not alone. The quiet one that people talk about. I am sure he or she didn't wish to be so quiet. We judge without considering their previous environments.

I almost feel ill at the thought of our perception of a nice person. Peroxide blonde, size 6, pretty......pretty stuck up and possibly half a brain thats searching for her or him. But yet shes so cool. Treat their friends like dirt but they accept it because it's the in crowd. Demeaning, degrading and worthless....A nice introduction to life. How to get pushed around and feel ugly.

The person sitting alone with the thick glasses and bucked teeth......Possibly the deepest and most passionate, loyal friend you could dream for. Why do we let ourselves be judged by our exterior. Youth is only a gift. When its gone, what do you do? freak on and kill yourself because you have wrinkles and people will hate you.

Thanks again to the media for breeding a society of plastic needs and insecurity.

Be sexy anyway.....you know you are and that is all that matters.
Stay the caring person you are on the inside but please don't let the plastic insecure fantastics take you for granted because they will.

Do the maths.

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My ghosts!! Real ghosts!!

February 4th 2007 01:03

Ok, well, Hi there everyone......I broke the cycle with my haunted house.
Seriously, things were moving in the kitchen, knives rattling, pots and pans clanging together in the cupboard and a mysterious pot on the stove that was not there 20 minutes earlier, with the lid sitting perfectly horizontal on the top.

Clothes in the ensuite moving, white flashes in the house, black shadows on the floor, little ball things both black and white skimming across the walls. A man asking me for help in my deepest of sleep. The same man telling my partner to "GO AWAY." One whispered Anita to me, another whispered the name Casie. All except the help part we were wide awake. I woke myself the other morning speaking perfect ancient Latin.

My dog staring into thin air and growling at from what I could see, nothing. The doona being pulled from my bed as myself and my partner slept. My $2,000 sound system unexplainably stopped, my professional camera breaking, my video camera breaking, my friends video camera also breaking, unexplained computer malfunctions, my separtae dvd player also failing to work. All in the space of one week.

Physical attacks, such as a punch to the back, my Uncle was punched in the head as he slept. Mumbling coming through our guitarists brand new speaker system, mumbling and distortion coming through our band PA system. Screws being undone on the drum kit while it was in use, then 20 seconds later a cymbal stand just broke clean in half and the drummer had not used it at that time. Brand new microphone cords cutting out and wailing noises. Ceiling hanging ornaments spinning and rocking back and forth.

And they are hanging out in of all places my walk in robe. I was having a number two oneday and a woman whispered to me "it's something about something." atleast she had the manners to say it on the other side of the door. Banging in the walls. Footsteps in the roof.

It all got to much and a clairvoyant was called in............P.S this is all very true.......
She saw nine spirits in the house. One I had picked up in the Country town of Echuca. Yep, I first saw him flash past me at 9am in a motel room. Crikeys, he followed us back to Melbourne and bugged us so much that he had to be moved on.

She explained how he looked and I can say that her description was exactly what I saw. Once in our house she saw a man hanging from a noose. She asked who had hung themselves, my partner said to her that his Cousin had recently hung himself. She replied that he says he cannot go, he is in pergatory for what he did, she pointed at my partner and asked, who is Kevin? Turns out Kevin was the Cousins best friend.

Then she said, David is here, pointing at my Grandmother, she stated that David says hi and to look after yourself better. HHMMMMM, David was my Grandfather, he has passed on since 7 years ago.

Ok, if you have read this far, I have atleast 6 photos with visual proof.
When we developed the band photos we searched through them to see if we could find anything......and we found lots. There is one photo with atleast 6 unexplainable figures.

A photo of my partner with a mans face in the sky and a noose attached to it, before his cousin died.

Yep, the saga continues, will break the cycle even more now. We had a cheeky one shaking the couch last night.

Bye for now.

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Control and design.

February 3rd 2007 02:14

Maybe you have the most expensive car in your driveway. Maybe you cannot afford a car at all. It could be that you are happy living the lifestyle of routine and interfereing families or, do you have a nomadic need of freedom and no bills, just pack you bag and wander free whenver you want with no one to stop you.

Possibly you have grown into adult age battling the fact that your childhood was not normal and secure. Possibly you are facing the word "statistics" in your life

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