It's the last week of school for the term, I'm happy. Welcome to the Window.
I missed out blogging yesterday, due to a particularly difficult chinese sac today, so I sincerely apologize to my readers, all three of you, if there are even that many. I realised a little too late, Saturday night, that I should have prepared a little more than I had, but it's over and done with, if I can scrape a fifteen out of twenty I'll be satisfied. More than satisfied, I'll be ecstatic.
I wanted to talk about legacy today. One small factor that made me think about this was the ANZAC Legacy foundation, selling those little pins for charity etc. What is a legacy? Why would anyone want to have one? What use does it even have for you?
Anyone ever heard the song by Linkin Park: "Leave Out All The Rest"? Well, there's one part in it, the chorus, that really gets my mind going.
"When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reason to be missed
Don't resent me
When you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest"
Even though this definition is what you'd find in the dictionary, it's all the legacy that anyone would ever want: Leave behind some reason to be missed. When someone in your life passes away, for just how long do you remember them? They don't even need to pass on, they could move away, or something could happen between the two of you that would cause communication to break down. How much would you miss them? The gap that some of these people leave in your life is sometimes irreparable, and yet in some cases, you get over it in a flash.
Let's look at it from another perspective. What if you were the one to pass on, or to leave someone's life? You'd want to be remembered for all that you've done, the good and the bad. We whine in our day to day lives about how someone forgets us so suddenly, or we're not thought of enough, but in reality, aren't there people who are thinking exactly the same way regarding us?
I would go on, but this is becoming incomprehensable for the most part, so I think I'll stop here for legacy.
Right now, my mind isn't really focussing on what it should be. I'll quit while I'm ahead, save some face =]
Take it easy everyone.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Gone
Pointless like the builder in the storm
Build up just to have it torn
Crumbling, crashing, effort gone
Then begin again, try moving on
From left and right no help arrives
From front and rear no caring ear
Just watch the helpless waste of life
Toiling onwards, year by year
Brittle glass, tap and shatter
Shielding soulful, sorrowful self
Selfish, sinful, sickly sweet
Yet sinking slowly, screaming softly
Save me, someone, send the storm
The rain that soaks my swaying will
Beating, silent, on my door
Slowly soothing scars and wound
Slowly healing, healing, gone...
Build up just to have it torn
Crumbling, crashing, effort gone
Then begin again, try moving on
From left and right no help arrives
From front and rear no caring ear
Just watch the helpless waste of life
Toiling onwards, year by year
Brittle glass, tap and shatter
Shielding soulful, sorrowful self
Selfish, sinful, sickly sweet
Yet sinking slowly, screaming softly
Save me, someone, send the storm
The rain that soaks my swaying will
Beating, silent, on my door
Slowly soothing scars and wound
Slowly healing, healing, gone...
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Track Five
I have to make sure that i set aside a daily time to write these things instead of midnight every single damn time.
Welcome to the Window. Tonight I'm tired, so I won't be giving a lecture on anything interesting. All I'll give you tonight, is a one word teaser for tomorrow. Haha, teaser, as if that many people read my blog and are going to be excited by the teaser. Well, the one word is legacy.
Good night everyone, take it easy.
Welcome to the Window. Tonight I'm tired, so I won't be giving a lecture on anything interesting. All I'll give you tonight, is a one word teaser for tomorrow. Haha, teaser, as if that many people read my blog and are going to be excited by the teaser. Well, the one word is legacy.
Good night everyone, take it easy.
Unwritten
Close the curtain
The show is done
And all that remains
Are the silent empty seats alone
You played your piece
Your heart and soul
But yet you still believe
You could have given more
So where, where was the missing verse
That chorus so beautiful
The solo unheard
And the keys, the keys that didn't call
Where was it all
The song that you heard in your sleep?
She, she is the words I sing
Each note I write
Each verse I bring
But she, she was my everything
And now everything is gone
She is the songs that I could never write
The songs to which i couldn't breathe life
Leave the hall
Walk out the door
Never to return again
To play your final encore
As the lights grow dim
So do your eyes
You've lost the music
That kept your soul alive
So where, where was the missing verse
That chorus so beautiful
The solo unheard
And the keys, the keys that didn't call
Where was it all
The song that you heard in your sleep?
She, she is the words I sing
Each note I write
Each verse I bring
But she, she was my everything
And now everything is gone
She is the songs that I could never write
The songs to which I couldn't breathe life
The show is done
And all that remains
Are the silent empty seats alone
You played your piece
Your heart and soul
But yet you still believe
You could have given more
So where, where was the missing verse
That chorus so beautiful
The solo unheard
And the keys, the keys that didn't call
Where was it all
The song that you heard in your sleep?
She, she is the words I sing
Each note I write
Each verse I bring
But she, she was my everything
And now everything is gone
She is the songs that I could never write
The songs to which i couldn't breathe life
Leave the hall
Walk out the door
Never to return again
To play your final encore
As the lights grow dim
So do your eyes
You've lost the music
That kept your soul alive
So where, where was the missing verse
That chorus so beautiful
The solo unheard
And the keys, the keys that didn't call
Where was it all
The song that you heard in your sleep?
She, she is the words I sing
Each note I write
Each verse I bring
But she, she was my everything
And now everything is gone
She is the songs that I could never write
The songs to which I couldn't breathe life
Track Four
It's roughly 24 hours since my last post, I'm tired, happy, content, satisfied, all those positive myspace emotion thingies. Welcome, once again, to the Window.
Right now, my mind is working overtime. So many different thoughts are clogging up the flow, the producer on my psychological mixer is working frantically to keep up with the music that is keeping me in such a state. Why? What could possibly have me so deep in thought? Frankly, I barely have any idea myself. I suppose one recurring thought is that of certain types of friends. Friends who you think you might have, but are only in it to use you.
I have friends like this. They'll not talk to you, regardless of how close you may consider yourselves to be, unless you either talk first, or they need to ask you for something. Is this really a friend? Let me check the dictionary. "Friend: a person with whom one enjoys mutual affection and regard." Mutual. Mutual, you selfish pricks out there, mutual. You can't expect a friendship to be lasting if you only talk because you're needy. It's a waste. It takes two hands to clap, just like it takes two willing people for a friendship to work. I see it happen on a day to day basis, I have it happen to me, and since I know I used to be like that, I can't stand it.
Most of this above paragraph is nonsense, and for the immature attention seeking losers who're reading my blog so they can leave some smartass comment at the end, wake the hell up. It gets you no where in life. Read my blog, and just smile =]
Take it easy everyone
Right now, my mind is working overtime. So many different thoughts are clogging up the flow, the producer on my psychological mixer is working frantically to keep up with the music that is keeping me in such a state. Why? What could possibly have me so deep in thought? Frankly, I barely have any idea myself. I suppose one recurring thought is that of certain types of friends. Friends who you think you might have, but are only in it to use you.
I have friends like this. They'll not talk to you, regardless of how close you may consider yourselves to be, unless you either talk first, or they need to ask you for something. Is this really a friend? Let me check the dictionary. "Friend: a person with whom one enjoys mutual affection and regard." Mutual. Mutual, you selfish pricks out there, mutual. You can't expect a friendship to be lasting if you only talk because you're needy. It's a waste. It takes two hands to clap, just like it takes two willing people for a friendship to work. I see it happen on a day to day basis, I have it happen to me, and since I know I used to be like that, I can't stand it.
Most of this above paragraph is nonsense, and for the immature attention seeking losers who're reading my blog so they can leave some smartass comment at the end, wake the hell up. It gets you no where in life. Read my blog, and just smile =]
Take it easy everyone
Friday, September 5, 2008
[Bonus Track] Lifeguard
It's a time when the world is quietest
All is laid to rest
It's too early for the sun to rise
Too late for it to set
I'll stand here on this silent hill
Watching every motion
The rise and fall of life, and still
Have eyes for your stormy ocean
The world could lay to waste
Time could stop and cry
For the time I spent for you
The time you're on my mind
Nothing else will matter
When the waters take you o'er
But I'll rescue you again
It's why I'm here, and nothing more
No life would be worth living
Without a saving heart
So for you I'll always be
Your ever present Lifeguard
The world could lay to waste
Time could stop and cry
For the time I spent for you
The time you're on my mind
The world could lay to waste
Time could stop and cry
But the day I'm not around
Is the day I've left to...
[The last word is the hardest to write. Always. Breathe, and it's gone.]
All is laid to rest
It's too early for the sun to rise
Too late for it to set
I'll stand here on this silent hill
Watching every motion
The rise and fall of life, and still
Have eyes for your stormy ocean
The world could lay to waste
Time could stop and cry
For the time I spent for you
The time you're on my mind
Nothing else will matter
When the waters take you o'er
But I'll rescue you again
It's why I'm here, and nothing more
No life would be worth living
Without a saving heart
So for you I'll always be
Your ever present Lifeguard
The world could lay to waste
Time could stop and cry
For the time I spent for you
The time you're on my mind
The world could lay to waste
Time could stop and cry
But the day I'm not around
Is the day I've left to...
[The last word is the hardest to write. Always. Breathe, and it's gone.]
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Solution - Hillsongs United
It is not a human right
To stare not fight
While broken nations dream
Open up our eyes, so blind
That we might find
The Mercy for the need
Singing, Hey now
Fill our hearts with your compassion
Hey now
As we hold to our confession
Yeah
It is not too far a cry
To much to try
To help the least of these
Politics will not decide
If we should rise
And be your hands and feet
Singing, Hey now
Fill our hearts with your compassion
Hey Now
As we hold to our confession
Woah-oh-oh,
God be the solution
Woah-oh-oh
We will be Your hands and be Your feet.
Yeah, yeah
Higher than a circumstance
Your promise stands
Your love for all to see
Higher than protest line and dollar signs
Your love is all we need
Only You can mend the broken heart
And cause the blind to see
Erase complete the sinners past
And set the captives free
Only You can take the widows cry
And cause her heart to sing
Be a Father to the fatherless
Our Savior and our King
We will be Your hands, we will be Your feet
We will run this race
On the darkest place, we will be Your light
We will be Your light
We will be Your hands , we will be Your feet
We will run this race for the least of these
In the darkest place, we will be your light
We will be your light
We'll sing
Woah-oh-oh,
God be the solution
Woah-oh-oh
We will be Your hands and be Your feet.
Woah-oh-oh,
God be the solution
Woah-oh-oh
We will be Your hands and be Your feet.
Yeah, yeah
We will run we will run
We will run with the solution [2x]
We will be Your hands we will be Your feet
We will run this race for the least of these
In the darkest place we will be Your light
We will be Your light
We sing
To stare not fight
While broken nations dream
Open up our eyes, so blind
That we might find
The Mercy for the need
Singing, Hey now
Fill our hearts with your compassion
Hey now
As we hold to our confession
Yeah
It is not too far a cry
To much to try
To help the least of these
Politics will not decide
If we should rise
And be your hands and feet
Singing, Hey now
Fill our hearts with your compassion
Hey Now
As we hold to our confession
Woah-oh-oh,
God be the solution
Woah-oh-oh
We will be Your hands and be Your feet.
Yeah, yeah
Higher than a circumstance
Your promise stands
Your love for all to see
Higher than protest line and dollar signs
Your love is all we need
Only You can mend the broken heart
And cause the blind to see
Erase complete the sinners past
And set the captives free
Only You can take the widows cry
And cause her heart to sing
Be a Father to the fatherless
Our Savior and our King
We will be Your hands, we will be Your feet
We will run this race
On the darkest place, we will be Your light
We will be Your light
We will be Your hands , we will be Your feet
We will run this race for the least of these
In the darkest place, we will be your light
We will be your light
We'll sing
Woah-oh-oh,
God be the solution
Woah-oh-oh
We will be Your hands and be Your feet.
Woah-oh-oh,
God be the solution
Woah-oh-oh
We will be Your hands and be Your feet.
Yeah, yeah
We will run we will run
We will run with the solution [2x]
We will be Your hands we will be Your feet
We will run this race for the least of these
In the darkest place we will be Your light
We will be Your light
We sing
Track Three
"It is not a human right, to stare not fight while broken nations dream
Open up your eyes, so blind, that we might find the mercy for the need."
Welcome to the window. I want to cover two things tonight, and I'm going to try to do them at the same time, so if it seems all over the place, bear with me.
I'm sitting here in my chair, listening to one of my favourite songs, called "Solution", and yes, it's by a christian band called Hillsongs United. Now, for the very few of you who actually read my blog, please don't be stupid and flick off the receptive part of your brain as soon as you hear the word "christian". This song isn't a hymn, there's no organ, no heavenly choir and no big black preacher throwing in the occasional "God bless you, my brothers!". Back to the song though. The opening quote I've thrown in above are the opening lines of the song. If I hadn't mentioned before that it was a christian song, most of you would've been thinking: "Hey, that's very very true! Wow, that's a really deep thought!" Well, it is a deep thought, from the mind of a christian who is the same as you in every single way, only he has found God. By now, you're wondering what the hell I'm ranting about, so it's here that I'll identify the two issues I want to talk about. The first has to do with the quote. Yes, it's one hundred percent true. We turn a blind eye everyday to peoples' needs, wants and dreams. You don't even need to look as far as Africa or India. Hell, before you even try to think about them, think about those around you, your peers, friends, classmates. If you can see an opportunity to change something for the better, do it. Don't be the person who lets it slide because it'll be funny, or your friends suggest you should. Make a stand for Christ's sake, it's easy to conform, it's much harder to be different, to be unique, to be nice in a bad situation.
My second contention is to do with christianity. First off, I am a christian, I'll put my card on the table. Secondly, and be honest, how many of you thought from the start that the song above was a OneRepublic or Fray song, or some band like that? Come on, be honest. Well, how different is it to a song from the before mentioned bands? Christian music isn't only what you would sing in the chapel at school or assembly hall. I have friends who, upon the mention alone of a christian song or hearing anything remotely like it, will laugh, sigh, cover their ears, walk away, mumble: "This is some christian bullshit" or all of it. "Brainwashing" one bright spark called it. Well, if that's brainwashing, we're in some serious trouble. I challenge those of you who read my blog. Respond to this post, and ask me for the song. I'll email it to you, and you listen to it for yourselves. This isn't my ploy to get you all to join the "dark side" because we have cookies too, but to tell you all to lighten up a little, don't be so prejudiced. Remember, smile more =]
Peace out people.
Open up your eyes, so blind, that we might find the mercy for the need."
Welcome to the window. I want to cover two things tonight, and I'm going to try to do them at the same time, so if it seems all over the place, bear with me.
I'm sitting here in my chair, listening to one of my favourite songs, called "Solution", and yes, it's by a christian band called Hillsongs United. Now, for the very few of you who actually read my blog, please don't be stupid and flick off the receptive part of your brain as soon as you hear the word "christian". This song isn't a hymn, there's no organ, no heavenly choir and no big black preacher throwing in the occasional "God bless you, my brothers!". Back to the song though. The opening quote I've thrown in above are the opening lines of the song. If I hadn't mentioned before that it was a christian song, most of you would've been thinking: "Hey, that's very very true! Wow, that's a really deep thought!" Well, it is a deep thought, from the mind of a christian who is the same as you in every single way, only he has found God. By now, you're wondering what the hell I'm ranting about, so it's here that I'll identify the two issues I want to talk about. The first has to do with the quote. Yes, it's one hundred percent true. We turn a blind eye everyday to peoples' needs, wants and dreams. You don't even need to look as far as Africa or India. Hell, before you even try to think about them, think about those around you, your peers, friends, classmates. If you can see an opportunity to change something for the better, do it. Don't be the person who lets it slide because it'll be funny, or your friends suggest you should. Make a stand for Christ's sake, it's easy to conform, it's much harder to be different, to be unique, to be nice in a bad situation.
My second contention is to do with christianity. First off, I am a christian, I'll put my card on the table. Secondly, and be honest, how many of you thought from the start that the song above was a OneRepublic or Fray song, or some band like that? Come on, be honest. Well, how different is it to a song from the before mentioned bands? Christian music isn't only what you would sing in the chapel at school or assembly hall. I have friends who, upon the mention alone of a christian song or hearing anything remotely like it, will laugh, sigh, cover their ears, walk away, mumble: "This is some christian bullshit" or all of it. "Brainwashing" one bright spark called it. Well, if that's brainwashing, we're in some serious trouble. I challenge those of you who read my blog. Respond to this post, and ask me for the song. I'll email it to you, and you listen to it for yourselves. This isn't my ploy to get you all to join the "dark side" because we have cookies too, but to tell you all to lighten up a little, don't be so prejudiced. Remember, smile more =]
Peace out people.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Creation
To take away my dance
You take my feet with it
But I'll still live on
To take away my art
You take my hands with it
And still, I'll live on
But to take away my music
Is a crime I can't forgive
For you take my soul with it
And all my reasons to live
Never underestimate
The power of the chords
That ring from heart to heart
And wrench the hearts of all
Just sway to the harmony
The blessed, melting melody
Creation of a symphony
From within you. Within me
You take my feet with it
But I'll still live on
To take away my art
You take my hands with it
And still, I'll live on
But to take away my music
Is a crime I can't forgive
For you take my soul with it
And all my reasons to live
Never underestimate
The power of the chords
That ring from heart to heart
And wrench the hearts of all
Just sway to the harmony
The blessed, melting melody
Creation of a symphony
From within you. Within me
Track Two
So is it just me, or is Melbourne Central becoming more and more like Boxhill everyday? Hmm...
Welcome again to the Window boys and girls. Today is another day, a day like any other. It's one of those days where the plot is as if it's been taken out from a book. I hate days like these, and I'm sure there are others out there sharing my outtake. High five anyone?
I just realised that these blogs are hard to write. There's so much you could say; how shit the world is and that you want to cut your wrists about it, how much you want a girl but she doesn't know, why is everyone a conformist, how bad your life is, etc etc. Or you could try your hand at writing some depressing poetry that is "your way of expressing your inner turmoil". Mind you, some of the poems are really good, and some of the people who write them have good reason to. Then there are those people who think that a life with depression is the cool thing, and it'll pull them pity votes with the girls or guys. Well, it doesn't really. Instead, to people with half a brain, you look spoilt, bored and ungrateful for everything that you have. Get a hobby you losers, smile more =] This isn't my justification for my poems/songs, it's just an honest opinion, and how sick I am of these people who take it to be just some fad, a "in" thing. For those who write genuinely, and I know who you are, you probably feel the same too. Once again, high five?
Take it easy everyone.
Welcome again to the Window boys and girls. Today is another day, a day like any other. It's one of those days where the plot is as if it's been taken out from a book. I hate days like these, and I'm sure there are others out there sharing my outtake. High five anyone?
I just realised that these blogs are hard to write. There's so much you could say; how shit the world is and that you want to cut your wrists about it, how much you want a girl but she doesn't know, why is everyone a conformist, how bad your life is, etc etc. Or you could try your hand at writing some depressing poetry that is "your way of expressing your inner turmoil". Mind you, some of the poems are really good, and some of the people who write them have good reason to. Then there are those people who think that a life with depression is the cool thing, and it'll pull them pity votes with the girls or guys. Well, it doesn't really. Instead, to people with half a brain, you look spoilt, bored and ungrateful for everything that you have. Get a hobby you losers, smile more =] This isn't my justification for my poems/songs, it's just an honest opinion, and how sick I am of these people who take it to be just some fad, a "in" thing. For those who write genuinely, and I know who you are, you probably feel the same too. Once again, high five?
Take it easy everyone.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Closure
If I disappeared tomorrow
Would you search for me today
I won't ask you to follow
Just simply fall on your knees and pray
Ask for my forgiveness from God
Because it's all that I'll want
Not an apology for wrongs
But my wings to fly away on
[The pen shakes. So does the hand.
Till another day. Another day]
Would you search for me today
I won't ask you to follow
Just simply fall on your knees and pray
Ask for my forgiveness from God
Because it's all that I'll want
Not an apology for wrongs
But my wings to fly away on
[The pen shakes. So does the hand.
Till another day. Another day]
Track One
Well Soph, you win. Hey, and welcome to the window.
This blog, may have emo moments (I hope not), it'll be interesting, boring, funny, stupid, whatever you want it to be. Don't judge it (like I tend to do) on who writes it, and the first impression that you may get, and we'll all be happy here =]
Take it easy people.
This blog, may have emo moments (I hope not), it'll be interesting, boring, funny, stupid, whatever you want it to be. Don't judge it (like I tend to do) on who writes it, and the first impression that you may get, and we'll all be happy here =]
Take it easy people.
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