Archive for January, 2010

I want to remake the world with wool!

NB: This one may make no sense! But to those it does…

I took a look outside the window
And it was full of pain
Hurt in every corner
Darkness every way
So I took it upon myself
To change what I saw
And with some knitting needles
Set out to re-make the world
Soft it would be in pink
No sharp corners or points
Everything so gentle
I am sure it would be great
Then finally when I finish
I know I won’t be alone
For all those wonderful sane cats
Will move right on in at sight
So next time you are so tired
And fed up with the world…
Your welcome to come to mine
You can knit a house next to mine


Something I use to have on the end of my emails

~ }å{ ~
To Hack is to Pioneer,
To crack is to destroy
Remember to create and dream
Or you will loose yourself in this world

My reply to a neo-nazi message on a forum

I am posting this here for someone else to read,

I wrote this as a reply to a neo-nazi propaganda post, on a forum I read sometimes. I wanted to put it somewhere else, remember I am from New Zealand, Masterton is a very small farming town. Anyway the person who posted originally was trying to say that foreigners are stealing jobs, that anyone disabled has no use in society, and things like that. This is what I responded.

Sorry this is long.

I have never left New Zealand, yet I look Indian, as my father is a successful fijian-indian who came here at age 16 and never left. My mother was born in Masterton, and her family are first generation immigrants (As we all were at one point or another) as a relative of mine on her side was a sea captain who bought many people across the oceans to settle in New Zealand.

I belong to a Scottish clan known as the Clarkson clan. I have a coat of arms, and I am proud of all my heritage. From both the Scottish, English, Fijian-Indian and Maori to as my Great Grandmother was an adopted Maori

I think people like you who talk a lot of neo-nazi propaganda about foreign workers stealing jobs, and whatever forget that you, yourself are nothing more than an immigrant. At some point either you or your family came to this country. Just like mine did, and just like everyone else’s here did. The same goes for all Americans, all Australians… and if you go further back through science there is a theory we all have come from one place and spread out as people, the environments we lived in changed the way we look, the way we talk, who we are as people.

Your posts, your quote. Your provocative language and your words that are nothing more than pure stirring of the masses in a deep prayer as your organizations like to say… “preparation for the revolution that is to come” are very out-dated, unwise… full of such false logic.

I am autistic, I have trouble with communicating, functioning. Under your logic I am a burden to society, yet I do so much for society at the same time, in my own way… as I can. What higher power, what logic… what science has given you the right to judge others? When you see someone on the street and you look at them, do you judge their being by how they look? Do you truly believe that because someone looks a certain way they must be a foreigner? New Zealand, this country… no this world. Is a multi-cultural society, people move, people breed… experience life and cultures. We as people migrate. Their are no real foreigners. There are only explorers and various systems set up to help the lands they explore cope. Are those systems right and wrong? I don’t think I have the experience, the power… the knowledge to truly judge that.

I am not just talking about this post but all the posts you have made this year. Although you will read this, probably get angry, write something mean in a response. I truly hope that one day, in your lifetime. You realize that we are all nothing more than flesh and bones, there is no difference between you and I, no difference between you or young man from a Tribe in Africa.

Perhaps it is to much of me to ask you to stop putting quotes from these organizations that were built upon hate and spite. Perhaps it is to much for me to ask you to stop trying to stir destruction of the society around you. As you should never ask someone to stop their beliefs. I do think though I and most everyone does have a right to say please stop trying to force these beliefs on others.

Well this probably makes no sense, I am not the best at communicating, especially in such long passages. However if it does on the odd chance, I hope you take this not as a dig, but more a prayer of hope that one day you do find some kind of peace with whatever anger it is you have with the world around you.

Dreams of the past

Here I am the last
Dreaming of the past
The times I stood with legends
Braved adventures near and far
I don’t know how it came to this
Don’t know how time moved on
One day they were beside me
Then another they were gone

Its as if they never were
Standing by my side
Yet the memories are fresh
As if time has been but idle

If only they could know
Just what heroes they truly were
Not just in strength and bravery
But as my friends and family

All the smiles that they gave
The lessons that they taught
Not a single one can be replaced,
They were all but angels by my side.

There were times I was near death
Yet they some how pulled me through
And I do not know at all
Why they even stood there
But what I know…
Is that I was always glad.

Even if they are gone
Drifted from this plain
I will never forget them
and always mention them in fame.

The times that we slayed dragons
Ancient beast from the void
The places that we explored
The treasure that we scored

I pray that wherever they are
Whatever path they took
If to the realm above
Or the depths of down below
That they never forget
That they once had a home
And if they ever make it back
I really hope they know
My door is always open
Just knock and I will open.

Where have the days gone…

Where have the days gone
Time has moved so fast
Just yesterday I was so small,
Facing a giant world
Now here I stand so tall
With everything feeling so small
The places that I thought I knew
Have changed to time and dust…
The buildings of which I grew with,
Don’t feel like my own,
Soon all those I love will fall
Then I will be alone.
Where have the days gone?
I just no longer know.

To my friend

I have seen a lot of things, reality far before my time. Stories and horrors that shouldn’t have been, and sometimes they confuse my mind. I spend my days staring at the sky, dreaming of being far away… wishing the world was different and just wanting to escape.

Yet sometimes strangers you meet or come by, making you realize this world is beautiful and wonderful to. They bring to you smiles, hope and make that all powerful feeling of abandonment… nothing more than a distant memory.

You are a wonderful person, never let anyone say otherwise. Whatever your faults, whatever past mistakes. Know that they are nothing more than experiences to learn by, no matter what anyone says… I know deep in my heart from all the adventures we shared together, monsters we slay and troubles we overcame but most of all the conversations we shared together. That you are a wonderful person with a good heart and choice of judgment.

~With Love