Quick Sand Standing in quick sand Sinking faster and faster As I struggle to get free You sit there and watch me Laughing and pointing in my face You see that I am scared But that does not bother you It's like you want to see me Being tortured Being filled with pain And never being able to escape Slowly getting closer to my death And when I finally give up You act like you are going to help me out But you just pull me up a little So you can see me go through the pain All over again Standing in quick sand Sinking faster and faster
Never Ending Hidden in the darkness Always in the shadow And when there is light I enter to flames Burning sand Having no relief Having no time to think And to get rid of the heat I walk right back to the shadow Where I am alone No one to comfort me No one to understand Just me Starting the pain all over again
Last one for today is rather... harsh. So we're gonna separate it. Do NOT read this with anything breakable nearby, or if you're at all squeamish. You've been warned...
Every Night Laying there, knowing what is going to happen A man walks in Someone you thought you knew Sits on your bed and starts up your leg You begin to breath heavy Your heart starts to pound He slowly undresses himself Smiling, knowing no one is there to stop him He crawls over your head And says “open up” Forcing your mouth open He picks up your head Moving his hips back and forth Making it seem as if you are choking Your jaw hurts as does your throat Your eyes start to water As he wipes the tears away he pushes your head down Meanwhile taking your shirt off Then slowly removing your pants “You’re tight; we need to get you wet.” He says as he starts kissing you in an area that already hurts It feels as if he uses sand paper How does any one enjoy this you think to your self When he says he had his fill You know what’s coming next He starts kissing your stomach And moves up to your breast, then your lips He spreads open your legs While laying on top of you You feel this hard push You want to scream because of the pain But you can’t with his hand over your mouth “I can’t wait to be a dad” he says “Your mom can’t give me a child so I’ll take one from you.” The thing is the he doesn’t know There is already a baby inside of you The pain is so unbearable you start to pass out But he smacks your face While you silently cry He finishes what he planed on doing Stands up, smiles as he gets dressed and goes to bed As you lay therein more pain then any one knows Feels like some one is stabbing you repeatedly You slowly walk to the bathroom and clean yourself off You get sick like every other night You go back to your room and cry yourself to sleep Knowing it is going to happen tomorrow You soon become numb to everything The man no longer gets the tears You no longer suffer the pain You’re so use to everything You can’t see it ever changing It will never end The constant burden Will there ever be peace for you Is there a way out Until you find it This man keeps walking in You still feel everything You still see everything You still hear everything
1. Do you believe that criminals and domestic abusers should be able to buy guns without background checks?
Have you stopped beating your wife yet? That's basically what you're asking.
IF someone has committed such a terrible crime that they can't be trusted to exercise their rights, why on Earth are they wandering around in public?
2. What is your proposal for keeping guns away from criminals, domestic abusers, terrorists and dangerously mentally ill people?
I believe Law Dog covered this one quite well: lock 'em the Hell up.
3. Do you believe that a background check infringes on your constitutional right to "keep and bear arms"?
4. Do you believe that I and people with whom I work intend to ban your guns?
As soon as you feel you can.
Actually, I seem to recall one Senator Feinstein stating point blank "If I could've gotten the votes..."
5. If yes to #4, how do you think that could happen ( I mean the physical action)?
Again, Law Dog covers this rather well. Look at DC, New York, and Chicago. 'Nuff said.
6. What do you think are the "second amendment remedies" that the tea party GOP candidate for Senate in Nevada( Sharron Angle) has proposed?
No idea: don't live in Nevada
7. Do you believe in the notion that if you don't like what someone is doing or saying, second amendment remedies should be applied?
Say what? "Second Amendment remedies"?
If someone is saying or doing something that I don't like (but that otherwise causes me no actual harm), then they are perfectly within their rights. If they are causing me harm, there are plenty of remedies for this. "Second Amendment remedies" should only be used to preserve against death or imminent bodily harm.
8. Do you believe it is O.K. to call people with whom you disagree liars and demeaning names?
When the shoe fits. I've also used such terms with people who's beliefs I agree with, when said terms were warranted.
9. If yes to #8, would you do it in a public place to the person's face?
See #8: would, and have.
10. Do you believe that any gun law will take away your constitutional rights?
Replace "any" with "all", and you're right on the money.
11. Do you believe in current gun laws? Do you think they are being enforced? If not, explain.
I believe they exist. I believe their existence is a travesty of Constitutional law.
Yes, they're enforced. Usually against those who they shouldn't be, while those who SHOULD get hammered are let slide.
12. Do you believe that all law-abiding citizens are careful with their guns and would never shoot anybody?
Don't recall anybody who can completely avoid mistakes. It's called "being human".
I believe most are as careful as possible.
13. Do you believe that people who commit suicide with a gun should be included in the gun statistics?
Don't believe there should even BE "gun statistics", anymore than there should be "knife statistics" or "Nerf statistics"...
14. Do you believe that accidental gun deaths should "count" in the total numbers?
15. Do you believe that sometimes guns, in careless use or an accident, can shoot a bullet without the owner or holder of the gun pulling the trigger?
Machines are no more perfect than the humans who create them. However, that imperfection is just part of life.
16. Do you believe that 30,000 gun deaths a year is too many?
That many guns die every year? Wow... news to me!
Compare the number of people who die via the mechanism of a firearm to almost any other mechanism, and get back to me on this one...
17. How will you help to prevent more shootings in this country?
It's not my job to prevent more shootings". Nor yours, nor any other citizen's.
Shootings are going to happen. Maybe, if we actually locked violent criminals up, there would be fewer criminals out shooting folks?
18. Do you believe the articles that I have posted about actual shootings or do you think I am making them up or that human interest stories about events that have happened should not count when I blog about gun injuries and deaths?
Since I don't really read your blog, I couldn't say for sure. But, as Law dog said: "the plural of 'anecdote' is not 'data'"
19. There has been some discussion of the role of the ATF here. Do you believe the ATF wants your guns and wants to harass you personally? If so, provide examples ( some have written a few that need to be further examined).
I believe (from anecdotal evidence) that some ATF agents enjoy the power trip the current crop of "gun laws" allows them...
20. Will you continue a reasonable discussion towards an end that might lead somewhere or is this an exercise in futility?
If by "reasonable" you mean honest give-and-take*, we can talk. If you mean "reasonable" as we keep giving, while y'all keep taking, then I'd say we're done.
*- Which means you give something up (ie: opening the machine gun registry) in exchange for something we give up (ie: background checks).
So, last weekend my chapter adopted a rather remarkable young lady. Orangie Girl is certainly a survivor, moving past her abuse to a better life.
One thing she has been doing to aid that is writing poems as therapy. She mentioned that she wishes they could get spread far-and-wide, so others can read them. I suggested a couple websites, then thought "idiot: you have a blog".
I'll put them up here a couple at a time. And a couple of them are going under a fold: they can get a little brutal...
These first two are her favorites. Feel free to comment on them: I'll forward appropriate comments to her.
Cries of the Little Girl Who will hear the cry of the little girl The girl that just wanted a dad A best friend Some one to talk to Some one to hang out with And most important Some one to protect her Who will her the cry of the little girl When she walks the burning sand Crying to herself Not knowing how to escape Living with endless pain Believing she is alone Lost in the world Who will hear the cry of a little girl Forgotten by the ones she loves Hiding so no one sees her suffer Sitting in her room trying to end it all Planning her way out To leave the monster in her heart So she can be at peace with herself Who will hear the cry of a little girl
My Meadow In the depths of the forest I’m caught wondering around Trying to find a place for a break To finally have what peace I need I look toward a glissen’ of light And start running to the opening But something keeps pulling me back It’s you The one I looked up to How could you trip me and make me fall You are the root of the trees Sticking out in my way Not allowing me to finally be at ease Every turn I make There you are making me trip and fall Can there be no path for me You say you are there to protect me Standing there tall and strong With your unbreakable bark And your beautiful appearance But that is only your cover For on the inside you are rotting away A tree dying from the inside out So you pull me down to feel stronger But now as I look around You are not a forest of trees surrounding me But you are a lonely tree Standing by yourself Cold and alone You can no longer keep me down For I have seen my meadow I have over come the obstacles of your roots I may have fallen And I may fall again But I will get up For I have seen my meadow And you can no longer keep me from it