Li'l Princess Fire

responce to an idiot.

2007-10-09T07:30:44Z

You would pull kung fu on the few remaining punks? How sad. Encourage them please to not die out. They are a dieing breed and the world is lost with out them. Really it is. Where would the word be with out punk rock, with out Sid and Johnny? They dared do give the world the finger. Dared to stand out, to be like no one else. They ran from what every one else wanted them to be and they created their own race, their own world. They lived, actually lived life for all it was worth, and never looked back. Most are happy with nothing but the notion that they are cotrolled by no man. Some time around 2003 the world stole the only thing they had, when punk became a fashion stament. When it was no longer about the music and no longer a way of life, a beliefe system, a code to follow. It became 'hip', 'cool', the in thing. We killed it, the world did. All but forgoten, the lonely rocker fighting the system, trying to keep the flame alive, let it live just a little longer. I'm afraid it's all but burned out, dissapeared, vanished. In the end the system took the only thing that they ever had, freedom of choice. their choice was promtly stolen right out from under them, when fashion stole thier way of life. Never listen to some one who calles himself punk. You don't name your self punk, other peole give you that title and you accept it, cherish it. It's gone almost, and it's sad to see that even the good don't die young, the system crushes yet another victim in its unyeilding, unrelenting grasp. The system as it turns out isn't the government, its society. Society bent on crushing every thing that doesnt fit its prescribed notions. The punks ran the gaunlet against a system of living that threated to anialate them. They died trying to out run every one else's way of life and make their own way. To creat a hope of resistance againts tyrany, and mildlessness in a people that are deaf and blind. They don't feel, don't live, don't see. Why? Because they are scared. Scared of not knowing, of not being able to control. They are fearful, and that makes them weaker than they know. Weak because they will do and go and beleave what ever they must to fit in. To be accepted as 'normal'. Society is crushing out hope. It is crushing those who would dare raise a hand agaist it. A frieght train, if you will, running hell bent on making people afraid. Afriad to live their lives. They rely on others, look to others to fight their battles for them. They will not take the power in to their own hands to rise against fear. To stand up and deny fear the power it wants, needs. They feel sorry for them selves and cave in, give up. Bless punks for the stregnth that they had, not to bend, not to break, to just keep on goin when every thing else fails. The music keeps them alive. It's their life force, the air they breath. To sing their protest againts the world with raunchy lyrics and music to fit the soul of one who doesnt care. The filth of the gutters rings out in that sound and with it it brings resistance. Don't bend. Don't brake. Don't back down. Live or die trying. burn out in one glorious, resounding bang, instead of fade into nothing and dissapear. Dissapear like thousands of unknowing, unthinking people who mass together to form the basis of dispare. Burn, don't fade. They loved, they laughed, they lived and they died and they brought change, change upon the winds of time that no one could ignore. They lived, they loved and they laughed and cryed and the world saw humanity suffer.Tthey saw people hurting and they saw what the system does to those people. Oh, how it takes away their dreams. How it blinds them to what they can really and truly achieve and be. It blinds them and steals their joy. Look at chirldren, how they only dream, how nothing is impossable and how there is nothing that they cannot be or do. They are invinsable. And yet some where along the road those dreams are shed tear by tear, hope by unmet hope. dreams die and fade and then ther is nothing left. Nothing left to hope, to keep on living and still dream big. The fear and the hurt that they have experiencened has turned them against the dreams that once made them live. They see limmitations and guidelines, boundries, limits to what they can be and do and feel. They have set them selves against freedom becuase they no longer know its friendship. Now freedon of thought is the enimy. Fuck freedom of speach. How can one be free with words if one cannot be free with thoughts. We have closed the minds of our youth turned them magainst all that they could be and we call it great. We call it society. Punk faught against all this. It faught and died for it. No we have crushed the freedom fighters those who would dare to stand against what the people have accepted because they can. Because the want to. They have set them selves free and now they are all but gone. Waisted away and faded into miniscule nothingness. What is left if there are no dreamers? What is left if no one dares to take the leap into the unknown and just go with the flow. To not judge how far they can go by standards that others have set. They go and they are and they feel, they live. They live. They poured all f this into their music and the felt what others would not. They took pride in something other than normality. They fought with every note that they sang and every chord they played. They fought the killer of hope, the headsman of dreams and the undertaker of life. It all coomes back down to life, go, be, do ,feel, dream and live. Live beacuse that is what you were made to do. Dont question because the answers are inside of you already. You cant fly to high or dream to big. Love and hope and live. Diehard punk rocker. Give me liberty or give me death. Die hard with a vengence. And do it because you can. Punk to the core.

What Do You Fight For

2007-09-18T23:17:44Z

~He Fights~
A son he fights for country
And he fights for mother's love
He fights for daughter's freedom
And he fights for brother's dream

He fights to show he knows whats right
And he fights to show whats wrong
He fights to show he's not afraid
And he fights to conquer fear

He fights to learn the price of freedom
And he fights learn the truth
He fights for peace and family
And he fights to show his love

He fights for little baby
And he fights for kitten too
He fights to make a difference
And he fights to know his strength

He fights to know the truths of life
And he fights to know he can
He fights because its honor's way
And he fights to give us hope

Lil' Princess Fire
2007

No Answers

2007-09-18T23:09:19Z

Does any one her me crying at night
Would any one care if they did
Do I dare share my feelings with the world
Would they be better of left alone
If they knew would they still want to know me
If they knew would they even understand in the slightest way
Why do I run from my problems
Why do I run from my fears and my past
Does any one have the answers I am searching for
Would they tell me if they did
If they could answer my questions would they even try
Or is this world some kind of never ending psycho dream
Emotionless, cold unknowing and unthinking
Why do I feel so lost in this world
Why am I so alone when there are so many people around me
Why do I feel so disconnected, like living in a dream
A world all my own, empty save for me
Does any one have the answers i am searching for
Does any one even care

Looking Back Now

2007-09-17T02:59:13Z

If I'd have known that later on down the road I'd look back down that road and not like what I see, I'd change alot of things starting with me.

HONOR

2007-09-09T06:13:53Z

HONOR: It is a way of thinking, behaving and doing. You either have it or you will never have it. It is the true measure of the self worth of the individual, the team and the unit.

Freedom Isnt Free

2007-09-09T06:13:03Z

Freedom Isn't Free

I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.

I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.

I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?

How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.

I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.

I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.

I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free

What A Horrable Thing To Do

2007-09-09T06:11:11Z

Not Even Kind

The world has come crashing down around my head

I don't know what to do cause now I'm dead

How could I be so stupid, deaf

The voice inside my head kept yelling, screaming

Louder, louder till my ears were bleeding

But did I hear it? No I didn't

Caught in one moments eternal bliss

How could anything end like this

I don't understand how all this happened

But the worst part is this is all my fault

The game, the game I kept on playing

I never knew what game it was

So innocent the game till now

Why did I ever have to start

There is no cure for a broken heart

But why is it yours that had to break

Why not mine for your own sake

How could I ever do this to you

This one matter of fact is true
I am so sorry, oh so sorry am I
But sorry can't fix a god damn thing
And most importantly a broken dream
Oh Lord, oh Lord I did not know

But the time's ran out and I've got to go

But where? But where? only God can know

And now my heart's layed open to bleed

Oh ninja darling come to me

Please take this life I cannot lead

Show me the way to make it right

Oh God please help me hold me tight

Hold me tight and don't let go, never let go,

Oh please say so

I cannot do it why can't you see

I've been there, been there

And it's not for me

I'll keep on living but live all alone

No life is worth taking, not even your own

Flesh will heal and bone will mend

But nothing, nothing can change this trend

How could I be so stupid, blind

And in the end not even kind

Lil' Princess Fire

2006

Bill Of Non-Rights

2007-09-09T06:08:50Z

The following has been attributed to State Representative Mitchell Kaye from GA. This guy should run for President one day...

"We the sensible people of the United States, in an attempt to help everyone get along, restore some semblance of justice, avoid more riots, keep our nation safe, promote positive behavior, and secure the blessings of debt-free liberty to ourselves and our great-great-great-grandchildren, hereby try one more time to ordain and establish some common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny, guilt ridden, delusional, and other liberal bed-wetters. We hold these truths to be self evident: that a whole lot of people are confused by the Bill of Rights and are so dim they require a Bill of NON-Rights."

ARTICLE I: You do not have the right to a new car, big screen TV, or any other form of wealth. More power to you if you can legally acquire them, but no one is guaranteeing anything.

ARTICLE II: You do not have the right to never be offended. This country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone -- not just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a different opinion, etc.; but the world is full of idiots, and probably always will be.

ARTICLE III: You do not have the right to be free from harm. If you stick a screwdriver in your eye, learn to be more careful; do not expect the tool manufacturer to make you and all your relatives independently wealthy.

ARTICLE IV: You do not have the right to free food and housing. Americans are the most charitable people to be found, and will gladly help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary of subsidizing generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve nothing more than the creation of another generation of professional couch potatoes. (This one is my pet peeve...get an education and go to work....don't expect everyone else to take care of you!)

ARTICLE V: You do not have the right to free health care. That would be nice, but from the looks of public housing, we're just not interested in public health care.

ARTICLE VI: You do not have the right to physically harm other people. If you kidnap, rape, intentionally maim, or kill someone, don't be surprised if the rest of us want to see you fry in the electric chair.

ARTICLE VII: You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If you rob, cheat, or coerce away the goods or services of other citizens, don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and lock you away in a place where you still won't have the right to a big screen color TV or a life of leisure.

ARTICLE VIII: You do not have the right to a job. All of us sure want you to have a job, and will gladly help you along in hard times, but we expect you to take advantage of the opportunities of education and vocational training laid before you to make yourself useful. (AMEN!)

ARTICLE IX: You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American means that you have the right to PURSUE happiness, which by the way, is a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an over abundance of idiotic laws created by those of you who were confused by the Bill of Rights.

ARTICLE X: This is an English speaking country. We don't care where you are from, English is our language. Learn it or go back to wherever you came from! (Lastly....)

ARTICLE XI: You do not have the right to change our country's history or heritage. This country was founded on the belief in one true God. And yet, you are given the freedom to believe in any religion, any faith, or no faith at all; with no fear of persecution. The phrase IN GOD WE TRUST is part of our heritage and history, and if you are uncomfortable with it, TOUGH!

If you agree, share this with a friend. No, you don't have to, and nothing tragic will befall you if you don't. I just think it's about time common sense is allowed to flourish. Sensible people of the United States speak out because if you do not, who will?

Daddy's Poem

2007-09-09T05:34:25Z

Her hair was up in a pony tail,

her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school,

and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,

that she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand,

if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.

What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,

for her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,

she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school

eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees;

a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,

anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called a student from the class.

To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,

every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,

for a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"

she heard a boy call out.

"She probably doesn't have one,"

another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,

she heard a daddy say,

"Looks like another deadbeat dad,

too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,

as she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,

slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,

because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories

he taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,

and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,

and ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see him.

I'm not standing here alone.

"Cause my daddy's always with me,

even though we are apart

I know because he told me,

he'll forever be in my heart"

With that, her little hand reached up,

and lay across her chest.

Feeling her own heartbeat,

beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.

Proudly watching her daughter,

who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love

of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her,

doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft,

but its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,

he's my shining star.

And if he could, he'd be here,

but heaven's just too far

You see he was a firefighter

and died just this past year

When airplanes hit the towers

and taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,

it's like he never went away."

And then she closed her eyes,

and she saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,

she witnessed with surprise

A room full of daddies and children,

all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,

who knows what they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second,

they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"

to the silence she called out.

And what happened next made believers,

of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,

for each of their eyes had been closed.

But there on the desk beside her,

was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,

by the love of her shining star.

And given the gift of believing,

that heaven is never too far.

Do You Believe Me

2007-09-08T19:31:41Z

Do you believe me when i tell you i will always be there. Do you believe that me that i will always love you no matter what you do. I am still here through every thing. I will not leave you, ever. No matter what you chose or what you do i will be here for you if you just call me name. You are not a bad person. There is a difference between bad people and bad decisions. Everyone makes mistakes and everyone falls down, after all we are only human. The true measure of a man is not how he falls but how he gets back up. It is how we recover from our mistakes that makes us who we are. Its whether we choose to get back up and move on with our lives and learn from our mistakes or continue on with the old. Do you choose to get back up and follow a different path or continue on where you know is not right for you. Will you follow me and try to find a better life or will you leave me alone.

Of Dreams

2007-09-06T23:23:32Z

~Of Dreams ~

A man climbed up a mountain
To tough the golden sun
He dreamed of toughing is scorching flame
To prove it could be done

The world had turned its shoulder
It sliced an ugly grin
It threw up clouds of anguish
Of hatred and of sin

The clouds choked out the sunlight
But still the man pressed on
He climbed the rugged mountain
And sang his sunlight song

The man then reached the highest peak
And touched the blessed flame
The world then sat bewildered
Upon its seat of shame

The coldness of the world below
Was rippled at the seams
The man held on to one belief
That belief was one of dreams

-Sean Murphy-

Oriah Mountian Dreamer

2007-09-06T23:09:43Z

THE INVITATION

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer ~

Pride

2007-09-06T22:40:53Z

~ Pride ~
I tell even rocks crack
And not because of age
For years they lie on their backs
In the heat and the cold
So many years
It almost seems peaceful
They don't move so the cracks stay hidden
A kind of pride
Years pass over them, waiting
Who ever is going to shatter them
Hasn't come yet
And so the moss flourishes the seaweed
Whips around
The sea pushes through and rolls back
The rocks seem motionless
Till a little seal comes to rub against them
Comes and goes away
Suddenly the rock has an open wound
I told you when rocks break it happens by surprise
And people too

-Daliha Ravikovich-

Keep Moving On

2007-09-06T22:27:45Z

I value the pain because to get away i must keep moving forward,
always forward. But time seems to flow like frozen molasses and the quiet wont
let me rest...

~ the life I see now ~

the sky goes black
and i still wonder why
i have worked so hard
for every thing but
nothing is ever enough
the darkness still waits
and the light will not come
and I'm drowning and nobody knows
i try so hard to escape what i feel
but fears just take up my mind
i have come so far
but not far enough
cause the pain still seems so real
some times my mind plays tricks on me
and i cant seem to make an escape
the darkness still waits
for the weakness to rise
to the surface again
and I'm scared
the razor blade sits on the
table behind me
it calls my name day and night
one cut down my arm
just one bloody gash
to ease all the pain that i feel
the pain that I've buried so deep inside
try as i might i cant get away
i have come so far
but not far enough
the sweetness of victory
is drowned in the memories of old
oh so many people
they tell me i have changed
they tell me that i should be proud
i am proud of the things i have done
but its just not enough to take me away
and i pray day and night for a break
they don't know the horrors
that run through my mind
they don't know the strength that it takes
to push the past away
to let my self be glad
to let my self see victory
cause truth be told
i don't forgive the
things that I've don't wrong
i hold then deep inside my self
and when i comes to much to bare
i just break down and cry
i cry for all the hurts i feel
for all the things i can't escape
and the tears that i cry
run down my cheeks
they burn the delicate skin
like acid run the memories
i just want to get away
so i stand up tall
i keep going on
and hope that maybe one day
the betrayal wont cut so sharp
that maybe one day i will trust again
and maybe one day i will love

Lil' Princess Fire
2007

We Do It To Our Selves

2007-09-06T21:33:18Z

It seems to me that there are many instances in our lives when we only notice our short comings and our failures. We berate our selves for not meeting the standards we have set, instead of seeing how far we have actually come. The standards we want for our selves to meet are set so high as to expect failure. One must be realistic. Until you can see that any growth and forward movement is reason to be glad you will only set your self up to fall short of meeting your goals. We think that we love our selves, but in truth it is ourselves we despise the most. Surely you would not speak to some one else the way you speak to yourself. We look at other people and see how they are better than us. We see our selves as less than others. Even the judgment that some one else is less than you compares your self to them and sees fault in you. The judgment that you cast on others is the judgment you first have turned inward on your own soul. The hatred with which one views the world is the same hatred with which one views them selves. If you cannot forgive others how can you forgive you. there is a young child inside all of us. most of us tend to treat that child worse than they would ever consider treating some one else. the next time that you make a mistake stop and listen to the way you speak to yourself. Is that they way you would treat a child for making the same mistake? Most certainly not. If it were a child you were speaking to would you not be kind? Would you not assure that child that it is alright, that they are not bad or stupid or wrong? But what do you say to your self in the same situation? Do you not bring your self down, call your self names? the litany goes on and on: idiot, stupid, retard, how could you be so stupid, how could do that. We abuse our selves day after day after day yet fail to notice. we treat our own selves as more worthless than any thing else in this world at the same time we say that we love our selves. Is that not the ultimate cycle of abuse? Seeing the misdeed against our own existence by our own had as love. Take a moment to stop and think. Take a minute to care to care for your self. Take a moment to care for that little child inside of you. You do not deserve to be treated that way. No one does.