Older chests reveal themselves
Like a crack in a wall
Starting small, and grow in time
And we always seem to need the help
Of someone else
To mend that shelf
Too many books
Read me your favourite line

Papa went to other lands
And he found someone who understands
The ticking, and the western man's need to cry
He came back the other day, you know
Some things in life may change
And some things
They stay the same

Like time, there's always time
On my mind
So pass me by, I'll be fine
Just give me time

Older gents sit on the fence
With their cap in hand
Looking grand
They watch their city change
Children scream, or so it seems,
Louder than before
Out of doors, and into stores with bigger names
Mama tried to wash their faces
But these kids they lost their graces
And daddy lost at the races too many times

She broke down the other day, yeah you know
Some things in life may change
But some things they stay the same

Like time, there's always time
On my mind
So pass me by, I'll be fine
Just give me time
Time, there's always time
On my mind
Pass me by, I'll be fine
Just give me time

Inhale.

Life in its purest form

Gliding through the veins

Forever following the echoing beat

Of the distant heart.

Protected behind its fortress of ribs.

Inhale.

Life of a carnal sort

Sliding up the spine

Seeking the compelling thoughts

Of the mysterious brain.

Yearning to escape its scalped prison.

Inhale.

Life of the aging kind

Creeping through the skin

Carefully whispering the tales of time

Onto the wistful body.

Grasping each and every of life’s Breath.

They took my computer away *tear*
I feel like I'm missing an appandange.

Thats all I have to say.

We've been dubbed the Myspace generation, the New Silent Generation, viewed upon by the general public as a group of unaware adolescents who walk around with their iPod headphones on, ignoring the world around them. It's like we fed are brains to our keyboard and forgot how to Sign Off. I'm not preaching, I'm pissed! 

I'm pissed because I've fallen victim to this addictive fallacy of reality known as "social networking" just as much as everyone else has. I log on once a day (if not more), post blogs, write on walls. Hours of my day are consumed by these mindless tasks. Poking and tagging, going on a road trip of links until I look at the clock and ask "how did it become 3 in the morning and who are these people in these pictures?" We've all done it, don't lie.

Then, like a child waking to a slap in the face the horrific words flashed across the computer screen 

Web Site Blocked by NETGEAR Firewall

At work all day, sitting in front of a computer where myspace and AIM and facebook just don't exist. Needing something to pass the time I stumbled onto a few gems that led me to post this: BBC.com, NYtimes.com, Climate Crisis, The UN and numerous others. I'm no stranger to the news. CNN is usually the only channel on in my house, but American press is, well American and bias and I know I watch it looking for the angle or the propaganda. 

These sites though, (I know the NYtimes is American, but any publication that has the balls to tell the truth in an age of secrecy gets my vote) depict the state of the world without apology. Go learn something, go find something that makes you angry, be it the tapping of phone lines or the monitoring of bank or Global Warming or the Sudan Genocide, and speak out! 

In these times of turmoil, I refuse to be dubbed Silent.

Here America:

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