the moon and i

I grew up in the country
The moon and I had a close, personal, relationship
Oh, how I remember
The beauty of a full Harvest moon
The orangish orb would dip so low in the sky
and so close to where I’d lie
that, sometimes, lying on my back in the pasture
gazing up at a star clustered sky
I’d give way to wondering
If the man in the moon were to stretch out
his understanding hand towards mine
Our fingertips might, just might, by some magic
touch
Like man touching the fingers of god.
And, sometimes,
on those warm, breezy summer nights of my childhood
I’d ponder soul-searching questions
Is the moon really made of cheese?
Maybe I could fly a rocket ship
Up, up, up
Grab hold, and nibble on it with sharp teeth
And when I had engorged myself,
I would let go and tumble
down, down, down
towards Mother earth
and she would catch me
And once again,
I’d be flying on a soft blanket of green
With a filed, satisfied belly
counting a vast multitude of stars
feeling so insignificate
to a vast, ever-expansive world
this created an innocent awe
which could take a child’s breath away
it gave me a sense of self wonderment
an appreciation of the life and beauty
surrounding and encompassing us all
An appreciation that is evr-growing within me
as I experience life
sometimes I’d long to spend all night
sprawled on the ground underneath the stars
cradle in the loving arms
of Father sky
and Mother earth
But kids have strictly enforced bedtimes
And, so I’d wind up lying in my soft bed
glancing out the window at my friend and protector
the moon
Until I succumbed to a defenseless slumber
when I would awake the next morning
my friend had vanished
replaced by sister sun
but my confidence it would be back
was never shaken
through the innocent trust of a child
I miss those nights
and the questions that bubbled up
only springing forth from the lips of a child
someday two friends will get re-aqquainted
the moon and I

Why religion should be banned

What is religion? People believing in some mythical being that demands their complete devotion. What a pathetic waste of one's life time, and breathe. Countless innocent blood has been spilled in the name of pathetic, fucking religion. The crusades. The Mormons. I could spend my whole life naming the problems and evils people who subscribe to every brand of religion have committed in the name of some "God". I worship no God, especially not Darwin like the fucking atheists, although I find them much more tolerable than Christians. I profess my ignorance in knowing a great deal of religions, but with new fanatic religion cropping up every day, it is impossible to keep up with people's absurd beliefs. I am a victim of Christianity myself. My mind and life are permantly damaged from religion because it only encourages hatred, ignorance and close-mindness. I bristle at the very mention of god. I will list the evils against Christianity because it is what I survived. I refused to let myself be a brainwashed, hapless victim of the Christian religion. I was taught to obey all the bible commanded, except for the inconvenient parts. (Such as chopping of naughty people's hand.) People use the ridiculous stupid bible as an excuse to be close-minded and hat on people. I don't recall any part of the bible were it says hate on people. In fact, if I remember correctly, the foremost command from the Jesus dude is "You must have love amongst yourselves." Christians are always judging people. They twist scriptures like the one I heard so much I can directly quote, Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment that you pronounce you will be judged, and the measure you give will be the measure you get." It is in the book of Matthew, I believe it also goes on to say something about not looking at the straw in your brother's eye because there's a rafter in own fucking eye. How convenient people skip that part of the bible. I hate that godamn so much. It is sexist and racist. It say that women should whatever men says and their function in life is to get married and have sons. It calls them a "weaker vessel". Personally, I think one should ignore that stupid crap and focus on the few good points of the bible. Like the story of the Good Samaritan or where Jesus says "Let he that is without sin cast the first stone. "All religions carry the same theme that people skip over in an effort to justify their actions. In other religious texts it goes something like this. Do not judge thy comrade until thou hast stood in his place. Judaism. If you want to criticize someone, first criticize yourself more than three times. Chinese religion. Happy is the person who finds fault with himself instead of finding fault with others. Islam. I like what the Hindu religions say. They sum it up perfectly. The vile are ever prone to detect the faults of others, though they be as small as mustard seeds, and persistently shut their eyes against their own, though they be as large as Vilva fruit. I say we should take all religious text, find the good morals in them, commit them to memory, and then keep them for a good laugh. Then we should teach other what we've learned and say a big FU to religion. All it is is an obstacle to the unification of humanity. We'd get along so much better without it.

Enlighting conversation in p:earalle

Pippa and Brian

Change

Change:
1. To become different or undergo alteration
2. A transformation or transition from one state, condition, or phase to another
Change is something I, and many others fear.
Fear is defined as:
1.To consider probable; expect.
2.Feeling of agitation and anxiety caused by the presence or imminence of danger.
3.A state or condition marked by this feeling: living in.

Fear can be useful. For example, one's fear of failing a test can move them to study hard, ensuring they'll get a good grade on the test. It can be devastating as well. People become comfortable where they are and become paralyzed by it. It can root them in place, not allowing them to get out of a miserable situation. A lot of people believe that there is no way on god's green earth that they can move towards positive change. They believe in the word's to an old song: "What's the use in trying? All you get is Pain. Disappointment haunted on my dreams." They might think they don't deserve it ie; I am a worthless loser. I don't deserve good things, therefore they won't happen. They feel completely and utterly stuck. Sometimes, no matter how dire the situation you have to hope that it can and will get better. I firmly believe that "Where there is no hope the people perish." You cannot thrive without hoping for change. You can only exist. I spent my whole life deathly afraid to such extremes, that I'd sit in the same place every day, whether it be on a bus in school. If 'my place' was taken I'd have a panic attack and feel serve anxiety. I'd be unable to function for the rest of the day. I grew up with message that I was no better than trash on the ground and would never amount to anything. I have a revelation in the past few months with some help. I cannot stay in my situation and continue to do what I'm doing. It is not currently working and never will. I sobered up and have begun moving towards change, albeit reluctantly at time and with a little bit of prodding. I still feel afraid. I realize it doesn't help me and I am working on letting go of my old way of thinking. I must think in new ways. I must be able to allow change to happen and move with. I have to see the bigger picture and imagine what lies ahead of me. I probably will always have some fear, but I must continue to acknowledge it, realize it wont help me, and be able to laugh at silly, fear inspired thoughts. Laughing is important because t allows you to move in new directions, with faith and courage. It has been said that change is not the absence of fear, but the realization there are more important thing to focus on then fear. No one can change me for me. I have to change myself for me. The message that I would never be anything and I was a useless waste of space I can conquer. I love the saying "The best revenge is a life well lived." I relish the day when I be able to show my parents and all those who doubted me what I've accomplished. If I continued on my destructive path and destroyed myself using drugs and stupidity, I'd be willing allowing them to destroy me and allowing them to have control of my life and power over me. I'd prove them right. Why the hell would I want to do that? There is another quote I enjoy too. "You miss 100% of the shots you never take. It reminds me to try because I got nothing to lose and everything to gain.

That'll be the day

"The much touted 'sexual revolution' is, and has been, a failure. It will continue to be a failure up until the day when there is REAL sexual freedom, and it is FINALLY OKAY to say, 'No thanks. I'm just not interested. At all. Ever.'

"When a person can say 'No' to sex, without being second-guessed, ridiculed, pitied, or accused of lying and hiding their true orientation, THEN they have sexual freedom".

My ideal place

I'd want a roof over my head. I'd have a girlfriend not too far away. I'd want a bookstore and a movie store nearby. There would be a computer and a garden with food and flowers. It would be small and cozy. I'd always have something new to learn. It would be quiet and peaceful so I could do yoga and meditate. A place where I felt safe. It could be either in the country or city. My means of transportation would be a really nice bike and I could write to my heart's content. All the dreams of the world would be realized and prevail because they'd have a place to blossom and flourish and I, I would have a modest, humble hand to play. I would play my hand, and it would not only be dealt righteously but played with the skill of a master. I would not rest until the fiddler has fiddled his last tune and carressed his violin with his bow as a mother caress's her child, and it sings a soft sad joyous tune and then goes forever silent, a cracked liberty bell that has done its duty and sits in dust and I have bowed and politely left the stage in the manner of a thespian.

bell hooks

Summary of First Chapter
What is feminism? I was unsure of the definition until I read bell hooks’s book Feminism is for Everybody Passionate Politics. It defines feminism as a movement to end sexism, sexist exploitation, and oppression. It states that because society is primarily Christian, people believe a man is the head of house. The problem is many women involved in the feminism movement chose to believe it was anti-male. At first, it was anti-male but, as the struggle continued feminists realized women could be just as sexist. The main focus then switched to gender equality. Essays published during that time pointed out women could only bond together by addressing the many ways through class, race, and sex women exploit each other. Feminists had to be able to come to terms with this in regards to politics as well. The book briefly discuss how it became clear to black woman that they were never going to have equality “…within the existing white supremacist capitalist patriarchy.” hooks points out that a great deal of women, particularly privileged white woman, no longer give consideration to the feminist movement because of the economic power they have gained. The idea of the feminist movement is only available to those who are wealthy, literate, and highly educated. Many people have not rejected the idea. They have simply not heard of it. hooks then delves into the idea of reformist feminism. These are women who only try to work with the sexist system by accepting it and using their jobs to become equals at work. They leave the “dirty work” to the poor women and are thus allies to sexism. Along comes lifestyle feminism, the idea that there are many types of feminism and a woman could have feminism in life regardless of personal politics. hooks urges us to reclaim the definitions of feminist politics and allow the movement to get back on its feet. We can all spread the message that “Feminism is a movement to end http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3797042329525447260
Create sexist oppression.” Let’s do it!