Martial Law USA 2012

Military troops are heading home to enforce Martial Law!

Theory on What Really Happen to Osama Bin Laden

Although I have no evidence to support my theory on what really happen to Osama Bin Laden, I will present my case nonetheless.

I believe Bin Laden died of natural causes. Why this has not been reported from other sources around the world, may be because the US government has always known of his whereabouts. As soon as Bin Laden passed, his body was immediately taken away by US officials, leaving only a handful of people with knowledge of it. This includes family members who may have been with him. These people were also rounded up, and have either been threatened, paid off, or simply kept in captivity. When Bin Laden succumbed to his illnesses, the US government, along with the military, decided to create an elaborate story of American Navy Seal heroism and bravery, in hopes of stirring the masses once again, and regaining support for the absurd 'war against terrorism'.

If you do your research, overcome your fears, and let common sense prevail, you will realise, and truly understand 9/11 was an extraordinarily sinister operation carried out by members of the US government, wealthy bankers, and the world elite.

There are hundreds of questions regarding everything related to 9/11, which government officials refuse to answer logically or scientifically. This is because they cannot.

Their bully tactics are sinister to the bone. Many have paid the ultimate price for challenging these cowards who hide behind veils, and kill without remorse.

Random Hearts

i see purple, balck, and grey, and a fog moving our way
it's a heartbreak again, the words i here, will come to an end
your words are a whisper, fading, getting strong again
its the heartache deep inside, that makes me cry, but i will try to smile

i won't ask you to change, cause you're perfect that way
my heart is not right, i'm not gonna fight
but you're that shining star, that made me go farther tonight

time's passing by, but i still can't move closer in
im just spinning from fear, happiness, and a dream that might not be there
i am quiet tonight, it's all so clear, but not so sure if it's real
Wanna stay here forever, dream forever, please don't take that away

i won't ask you to change, cause you're perfect that way
my heart is fading, i don't want you waiting
but you're that shining star, who's heart i will be taking, tonight

let me believe, in a world that's great
'cause i see a promise, in this dead of night
deep in our hearts, it will bend, crash, and eventually break
but don't turn around, just walk away

when you finally find home, the world will have changed
so far from that pain, and you will fall in the arms of the one you love

Little Angels

Sad sad thoughts run wild again
As if to cast them in, and spin, outside this atmosphere
You're a version of an angel, like everyone else
Why do you do the things you do that way
It's a waste, and not a shame
That all those years left you and them, on the edge
Of a ride that wasn't what it should have been

A thousand screams silenced by innocence
Some one's inherited lack
Leave a million dreams broken again
If I threw my heart in that fire and rain
It would not change a thing
So, who has to say something for one to hear?
There's nothing to tell anyone about this fear

Close your eyes
Lay your hands by your side
Even in the darkness of night
A reflection you see
A perfect legacy you leave behind
So little angels who were once lost
Will find their way home in time

Love Cry

Let it go, and let it in
Don't fight that fight that should never begin
It's hard to let them show you something you don't know
Nothing is dragging you in

Don't let that demon take anymore
Your half heart is not who you are
It is real, we hold your hand tight
Even if your hand doesn't feel

Break that horror scene hiding in your eyes
An image you can continually give life
Beyond the grey clouds that won't seem to go
Are loving eyes who won't let you go

A heart, one in a million
Broken and healed a thousand times
Believe the demon, believe that bright star
Despite it all, you will always know who you are

Sober

It's my last bottle, need to stay a little longer
It's not so bad, takes away the black, when I won't see any farther
You might understand me, I'll never understand you
Pained in your heartaches, a place you would run from if you only knew

I'll drive all night, for you to stop shaking
Inside my head, wish it was me instead, want your heart to stop breaking
I'll question it, and you'll ask what for
Why you can't God'am cry anymore

No one around
Free you from ghosts that tide
I'll be there I promise
A familiar reflection in your eyes

Shadowed lights, on those empty streets
When you can't hold the pain, with broken chains, you'll only see
Faded rules, and empty grace
Doesn't change, you're still that angel and your beautiful face

It's my last drink, at a place where I'll stay
Forever, this movie plays, where your by my side today
And when stars get low, only one thing you need to know
I'll hold your hallowed smile, wherever I might go

No one around
When your hands are tied
I'll be there I swear
Never once stopped hearing your cries

Look up again, can you take my hand
There's somewhere we have to go
Don't be afraid, you're still the same
Just let me take you home

Pale Blue Dot (Carl Sagan)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJE_Ld-UyCk

See You At Sabato!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVZtzwvfE0E

Maybe Back Home

I do not care. It does not mean much. I still will trust as best I can, but hearts run empty.

Forget everything you know. It is all okay. The bleeding hearts, the hardened hearts, and the hearts which no longer are, let them be.

I wake sometimes grateful for escaping my dreams. I wake comforted by the silence. Savour every damn second when you smile. Savour it.

To care is to be blessed. It heals, it rewards, it is peace. It is a curse.

I wonder of the motives of the human mind, and the desires of human flesh. Now I laugh at the stupidity of the human heart. How truly tortured it can be.

Share what you have. Share what is in your heart. Share your soul. Let it it be carried where it was meant to go. Let it go. It may find it's way somewhere. It may go nowhere.

Take your risk. Steal someone's soul. Do what needs to be done for the moment. Close your eyes for good. You might see where it all leads.

Find me if you want. I will be somewhere, or so I say. We all will be found somewhere.

Maybe back home.

What's My Function?

Excrement is the unwanted of the body

Wax of the ear is the shield of audation

Wax of the eyes hold plenty a dreams

Gas from below is air poo

Field of Wankers

Stardust

I don't know what it is like to be defenceless in the grips of evil, or have had my soul tempted or stolen forever. Unfortunately, I see the world as a remarkable place, where remarkable people seem more out of reach.

Being born a bastard child of the tenth degree, never weighed heavy on my shoulders until now.

Ripples cast on the river years ago, made there way to shore and back. I am at the banks of that river, and I can clearly see the very point where the stone first hit the water. It is when the ripples resonated back to its source, did the waters become calm again.

I can see all that has happened, and all who I have come across. Like all of us, I was born into a script that played out beautifully.

As I close my eyes and smile, I will let the anger, judgement, pity, insensitivity, false assumptions, envy, greed, and deception, played out, pass over me.

Like generations past, I will reach down to pick up another stone, and take aim at the river. I will throw it as far as I can. When my hands transform to stardust, those ripples on the river will have made there way to shore and back again. Hopefully then, the one standing at the bank looking back, will smile wider, and boldly look forward.

Ask Me To Dance

I've driven down that road many times over. A steep drop, followed quickly by an ascension back to reason. Trees line both sides, blanketing the fears which swirl around me. The night sky sees my soul. The music plays in the background like a friend who never fails to understand. I can't help, but smile. I may feel alone, but I am my best companion when I know the weaknesses and fortunes of me. I will not waiver when my heart is questioned and pushed. It is the least I owe to the man behind the darkened glass. Fear can pound hard against your chest, and render you paralyzed at your most peaceful moments. Heartache can tear your soul apart, and alter the lens through which you see the world. It will bend your soul, and paint it with the darkest colours not known to exist. It will push you against the cement wall, until you beg for mercy. What will all of this make of me? Maybe nothing at all. It may all be simple facts, and nothing more. I once read that, someones soul can be seen through their eyes. I close mine for now, until the next morning when a glow will give me courage to open them again. I will drive in the dark again, with the stars above reminding me to smile every step of the way. Maybe one day the roads will level a little more, and the music in the background will ask me to dance.

It's Okay

Just got in from walking the dog. He is a mini pincher in his twilight years. The wind is howling outside. It is peaceful. 12:28 am reads on the clock. I've got a late night drive through order of a Big Mac snack rap and junior chicken. The 'Celestine Prophesy' by James Redfield sits on my desk to my right. Just purchased it today! An unopened Budweiser tall-boy sits on my desk as well. 'I just opened it'! Taking the last few bites of the junior chicken. Now taking a sip of the tall boy.

Earlier, lost a playoff game in a men's Tuesday night hockey league. Even with the loss, it was fun. Had half a beer just before the game, and had another three, after. Yes, I am a sinner. Drove two of my friends home. For those who question my actions, had a good size dinner, which diluted most of the alcohol. Would not have driven If I knew it was a mistake. Really don't care what anyone thinks. It doesn't matter!

Spoke to both my friends in the truck. Both are individuals who are generous, and just like the rest of us, are making their way through this freakish world. For some it hasn't been freakish. For some it has been a hell.

A quarter of the beer is gone. Wish the feeling would last.

A few of my friends in the change room earlier, were smoking the ganja. The second hand was smooth and soothing. The beer was ample.

The beer is okay. The marijuana is okay. The violence isn't, neither is the stupidity. Reality, as we know it is beautiful at times, but can be a nightmare as well. I know the world is more than the bullshit we have been dealt. The beauty is somewhere as well.

Escape this world. We need to sometimes. Like white sands and palm trees. I will fall asleep with a smile. I hope I wake with comfort.

Love. Friendship. Compassion for a brother, a sister, a stranger. Compassion for your soul. We need it.

Betting on the horses live online from Australia as well . It is calming.

Easy for me to sit back and use my time as I wish. No real dependents. No real responsibilities. No little ones.

I hold these feelings, these insights, these understandings of the heart, as long as I can. The real world is anything; the air you breath, the hands you touch, the hearts you warm. My reality will count for those who want to count it.

Wake up from this trance, or reality. Wake up tomorrow with a smile, with humility, with a boldness!

12-16-22-5

It grips your sword when the wicked come forth
And loosens the hold in the face of mercy
It shows you worlds that your hands cannot touch
And brings you to places only your heart can feel
It is laughter, it is hope, it is reason
It will expect you to tread in oceans of tears
Yet it will question, starve you, and break you down
Until you take that deep breath, and open your eyes once again
Own it, live it, set it free
It will become something you will hold infinitely
Understand it, challenge it, and believe
Give it it's rightful immortality

Somewhere Between the Sun and the Moon

2 am again
Visions of you rush in
Take me for another ride
Back to where you and I began

Please, hold me close
From where you are
The miles that separate
Are really only miles apart

You stand there
Healing behind steel doors
Glowing brighter like you should
Your precious heart growing ever more

I have cried, endured alone
It is how it should be
Somewhere between the sun and the moon
Is where my love will be

Distraction, Ignorance, and Fear - It's Here - World Banks, Power, Martial Law, Population Reduction

One, or even a hand full of people realistically can not face off against a beast like the New World Order. What makes hopes to stand up to these self righteous scum more difficult, is that they operate with no rules. The utter disregard for human life, other than their own, is their greatest weapon against those who believe otherwise.

The evidence supporting a sinister plan by members of world banks and there slimy circle of wankers, to enslave the world is much to abundant to insert in this entry. Do your own research, and come to your own conclusions. It is not hard to find the information (evidence). You need only to look at the millions of impoverished worldwide, who for decades were left to die. There are enough resources in this world, period!

Those who struggle with the truth, but subconsciously understand what is profoundly important, are only caught up in the 'GAME' because there is no other accepted alternative. Unfortunately, consumption, and the ability to obtain more, in terms of materials, is what sadly garners respect from so many who have been unfortunately bred to think this way. This is what has happened over the past century, we have been manipulated to behave in such immature and selfish ways.

Those of you know who you are, who in some way along your journey have made an attempt to comfort those most vulnerable and in need of dignity and respect. All of you come in different shapes, sizes, and backgrounds. The real wonders of our world are those, who despite having endured pain, neglect, and abuse in their own travels, find deep in their hearts, the wisdom and strength to discontinue a cycle that destroys the true essence of life. These people have managed to 'unlearn what they have learned', and have created a world of their choosing, and not one that was handed to them. All of these gifts know who they are, and will be commended in ways that cannot be measured by any instrument.

Pieces to a sinister global ruling are rapidly taking form. The more informed we are of what is being thrashed upon us, the better chance there is to face off against those who seek to destroy and conquer. Men who walk this earth and abuse any form of power over the defenseless and vulnerable, and daringly attempt to play the role of God, dishonour the laws of the universe. For those who challenge this frame of thought, try and think different!

2012- World Governments Finally Take Action

An urgent call has been made to the superheroes of our time, for the impending arrival of planet X. It has been confirmed the dwarf star (Planet X) has several planets orbiting it, one of which is Nibiru. Top officials are convinced the planet is inhabited.

Earlier today, chief media medium, Seargent Michael Gertrude stated, "We are not certain what to expect when the planet passes between Mars and Jupiter in 2012. We have to be safe, and prepare for a hostile encounter".

Many of our modern day superheroes have frantically made their way to headquarters, based in St. Johns, Newfoundland, Canada. In cooperation with world military leaders, our superheroes will deliberate for the next two years to ensure Planet Earth is fully prepared for Nibiru's arrival.

Below are photographs of superheroes upon their arrival in St. Johns.














Sanchez (the happy black superman)


Flight Child


Triple-S (Sandcastles/Shovels/Psychosis)


Superman II and childhood friend 'Incredible Muscles'


The Red Baylee


The Fluter


Black Balls Sergei


Elastic Goof



Godspeed!

In the Shadow of the Thoroughbred

does he wait in silence...

The Shameful Psychology of the Children's Aid Society

Are both Dalton Mcguinty and Stephen Harper honourable leaders? Are they good men? I suppose both should be respected for their hard work. Attempting to maintain a healthy balance in the complex world of politics, is a difficult task. Both appear to be energetic, moral men who have an understanding of societies ills and issues. I am sure most of their days are filled with inspiration and gratitude, or at least they should be. They have beautiful homes, healthy children, and most importantly, a loving family who supports them. It is no wonder they are able to make a difference in their lives on a day to day basis. Despite being men representing a Province and a Nation respectively, they are also fathers who provide for, nurture, and protect their children. Honourable men they are for fulfilling their duties with their families.

Are they truly honourable as political leaders? There are children frightened, neglected, and lost in the foster care system. Children they are obligated to represent, provide for, and protect! How do educated men, who hold such responsibilities, deal with such an important issue? Should Mr. Mcguinty and Mr. Harper not have the basic common sense, and intelligence to realise these children are in the greatest need of care, guidance, and support? Am I missing something? Moral men do the right thing, regardless of their fears. Selfish men turn a blind eye.

The CAS is never discussed openly in the media. Why is that? Why is the issue never brought up in debates, press conferences, or interviews? Why the secrets? I'll tell you why! It is a damn industry riddled with sinister overtones! Twenty-thousand children are in the foster care system, many of whom are left feeling unwanted, forgotten, and unloved. This is the pain expressed more frequently by survivors of the system. This is what they have done, survived a system designed for them to self-destruct. Those who have survived this shameful operation are the real heroes.

I have been fortunate to have never had first hand experience with the CAS. Although I have lived in Canada all my life, I have been ignorant to the immoral ongoings within the CAS, which the Canadian Government supports, funds, and participates in.

It would not surprise if these two clowns fail to make a sincere difference in the lives of so many children who are ALONE in the corrupt system, which is the CAS!

Divinity never runs through the veins of men. Men have roles, and especially limits. The world is short of Remarkable Leaders.

For the children who were saved, and for the children who were stolen;

"Hungry not only for bread - but hungry for love. Naked not only for clothing - but naked for human dignity and respect. Homeless not only for want of a room of bricks - but homeless because of rejection".

Mother Teresa