This weeks rview/comment was in the form of participation in what could have been an incredibly heated discussion on politics. It can be found on mitch's site through the link below:
COMMENT.

There are two stories I wish to tell you,
One is based in a world of misconception,
A world where lies are confused with what is true,
A world with no appreciation,
Of what was made for all,
Is crumbling to a fall.

This story is one that sheds many tears
It is a story of misguided fools dying for their God,
They were men with no fears,
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This is a repost of the poem about my uncle that I mentioned in the last post. I think it holds relevence to good ol White and Dubbo.

The Empty Window

I see you,
As you gaze upon the speckled floor,
I see you stare out the empty window,
As you wait for the darkness to show you the door.

I can see in your eyes,
That your hope is long gone,
The window alone ( Read more... )

I was thinking about what Michael said today. The section we read in class about Alf Dubbo seeing his image and tracing it over the window. The struggle of night underneath the sheets and the rebirth of an artistic image in the morning. Like being born again. Seeing things in a new light. Seeing things a new way. I'll be frank. I find White ( Read more... )

Perfection lies in the centre
Of the mind.
The thought,
Dynamic in space and time.
Suspended amongst, 
A sea of its own.
Cradled by none.
Because the thought is mine.

Sculpted from thought,
Scented with belief,
The sweet breath of freedom,
The feeling,
Released.
Out with words,
Twisting the thought around,
Corrupting the feeling,
knowing the emotion
Is knowing just ( Read more... )

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"A feeling's so much stronger than a thought"
VERTIGO

Just been thinkin bout how this lyric really descibes what Blake and white were on about. I mean, to just to put aside the senses and say, hey, Whats in my head is a perfect thought, its a perfect feeling, its a perfect sensation, and by using words, all I'm doing is destroying that.

Luvn it.

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Laying across the station,
Thoughts ricocheting off the walls,
No need to slip,
Cos everybody falls,
Take your life with every sip
Life doesn't need this contemplation.

This deep sensation,
Watching yourself fade away
With feet hangin off the edge,
Because they just don't want to stay,
Minds the same but its already fled,
Drunk from this endless meditation.

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Love renewed but pain remains
The feeling stays
The memories, a stain
Upon the mind, being kept at bay.
That which we had, we had no more
Thou left me alone
Battered and sore
Laying at the foot of thy throne.
Thou were the centre once,
But how does one feel now?
After thy freedom and stunts,
After the love turned sour?

That which was destroyed can be built up ( Read more... )