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Convenient MoralsHow easy is it for us to say how we will live compared to how we actually do? Who can say they've never faltered from a self imposed moral or ethic they've set out for themselves? And, if we do stray, does that mean our banner does not get to fly as clean and bright?
It is no secret and has come up in my other blog entries that I cannot stand hypocrisy. I would rather a honest devil than a lying angel. Make no compromises about your life and make no pretenses to yourself or the world about the way you live. We all change, evolve and adapt.
For the human mind is seldom at stay: If you do not grow better, you will most undoubtedly grow worse. ~Samuel Richardson
But I cannot stand those who warp their beliefs to suit them. I am repulsed by those who go out of their way to excuse deviating from a standard to which they measure others but, more importantly, to which they measure themselves. We're allowed to change and with us, our beliefs chan
A New Weapon?On Saturday, March 13, a flight was grounded on the tarmac of JFK due to severe storms and strong winds. David Martin, CEO of the social networking site Kontain.com, happened to use a iPhone app to update his own Kontain account with images and videos of what was happening on the flight.
Due to the way the situation was handle by the airline, Virgin America, all passangers were offered a $100 Virgin America voucher. Martin actually ended up speaking to the CEO of Virgin America, David Cush, and the reimbursement was then changed to include a full refund for those inconvenienced by the extreme delays as well as the $100 voucher.
What really interests me here is what Martin said about social media (though, he may be biased since he is the CEO of a social networking site...or he may have more insight...who's to say).He said, "You can't just write in a complaint or call customer service anymore...social media, it'
They Don't Mean A ThingI dreamt of you last night
I don't remember it all
I just vaguely recall
walking into a room
And already you were fucking some girl
Why did you bring me here?
Why did you invite me back?
I don't hold much with dreams
Randoms sparks firing in my brain
Thank god I don't
Or else they might mean something
I'm not looking for meaning
I'm not asking a question
expecting an answer
I'm only wishing my mind would crash
That these images would throw themselves out
like so many photographs
So an unpleasent scene that never happened
didn't ruin my morning again
Burn and Fade Away
I throw rocks and I cast stones
And I am and will always be alone
I dare, I dared, it's done
You know I'm not the only one.
Let me fade and disappear
Let me be forgot
Give me the freedom of memory
Of sweet, cloudy eyed
and lights that stretch into the distance.
Sweet dissapation, dispersion and disintegration
I want to break into a million peices
I want to show you the meaning of resistance
This house of mourning
is full of knowing
Is full of all the seeds
you've been sowing
And I burn and I destroy crops
And I don't apologize for your loss
I don't care except too much
But I can't bear to accept your clutch
Si Vis Amari AmaI don't know how to tell you this
so I guess I won't
I am sick to death with it
This confession...not mine to reveal
But to your conscience I appeal
Be a good girl, for once in your life
Don't give into weakness
See the love instead of the strife
My throat aches to say what it is
It is not my burden or my guilt to carry
Regardless, I feel it heavy
upon my shoulders
My feet sink deeper into the mud
My eyes dull with the thought
I judge, I am guilty of that
For all my morals and rants
For all my beliefs and ideals
I judge and will not stop
I am not your jury
and yet I've made the call
Lately, I've been thinking
I've made my decision and
Your reputation is sinking
Who will hang you when the day comes?
I already know the answer
You don't see it but
your hand is on the lever
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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