The Lord of the Spoons

  Drawing is the art of the eye. Writing is the art of the mind. Both are the art of the soul.   

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The System

Our life is being controlled 

We are told to be bold To never fold To never feel old

We are part of the fucking system Its never god damn ending, Its Birth Its School Its work And then we die Its all about spending. We spend money We spend time And we spend our fucking lives in the system

Society is a fucking lie They look us right in the eye Spewing their putrid fucking bile Yet we take it mile by mine with a fucking smile

You think I'm crazy, or even Lazy But I will fucking tell you, I don't fit in to this fucking system I'm not a part of this fucking machine You see, I don't belong because I got problems upstairs But they cant offer repairs, because no one fucking cares

We are part of the god damn system Its never god damn ending, Its Birth Its School Its work work work and then we die its about spending. We spend money We spend time But who are you to chime in When your doing time in the prison of your lives.

Open your fucking eyes We spend our entire lives trying to fit in And your all guilty of the only sin To fit in But you need to begin to rethink Life is more than just ink There is better ways to spend you time than to just drink Because your life will go by blink by fucking blink

Before you know it You'll be asking Where the fucking time went Learning Working Wriving Buying And then fucking dying.

I see it all around me We spend our lives looking for something Looking for love And as noble as that is We go about it the wrong way, We have all become fucking jaded The lines in morality fucking faded

Instead of looking for what we should be We all get distracted by fucking money Society is a fucking lie They look us right in the eye Spewing their putrid god damn fucking bile Yet we take it mile by mine with a fucking smile

We're constantly in pursuit for things we don't need I know I am no better than any other But I'll be damned if I don't try Because in the end the only thing I am after The only thing I am in pursuit of is Happiness.

[dreamjerky]

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The edge of Glory!!!

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To the people of the UK

When you think of poverty what do you see in your mind? When you think of a person being homeless, what is the first image that comes to mind? When you think of the people who struggle to put food on the table or to heat their homes... what sort of lives do you think they lead? Well i will tell you something now, IT DOES NOT MATTER. In this  day and age in the UK, the 5th biggest economy in the world, and global leaders in many respects... POVERTY SHOULD NOT EXIST. More than one winter i have gone without having gas in my meter, but that's alright i can wrap up warm. But let me tell you this, have you been sitting at home watching TV or sitting in front of a computer and you can physically see your breath before you? Have any of you had to make 100 ponds stretch more than eight weeks and had to ask for help out of fear of not being able to eat? Most of you will likely say no, and for the many people who do go through these exact things as i have gone though, it gets much worse for the people who have family dependent on them. Is it not time, to end this atrocity of victimizing the poor people? Is it not time to put aside our own problems and help those who are so destitute? I have said it many times and i shall continue to say it... we cant go on like this. We simply cant. People are dying becasue of these things. The cuts that are to come in to effect next April will leave care leavers and people under 35 homeless without a leg to stand on. And while i have family to help me out when things get that rough, think of the people who dont. Where do they turn when the world is turning on them? I am tired, so very tired of hearing about poverty stories. Not because they bore me becasue they are so common; but becasue it sickens me to the very core of my being that there are people who are in a worse off position i am in and the number of people who will go through hard times like this is going to exponentially increase. I am already doing all i can to help in the way i know i can. I am preparing to campaign against benefits cuts and have already met to AM's and one MP. My biggest goal in my life is to help people. i dont care if i never get a real job, or if my book never get published, as long as i know i have had a positive effect on the people in this country who are so destitute that they have no one to turn to. I know very few people will read this, i know that even less care. But I do. I have been through the mill. I have mental problems and i cant work, i cant pay taxes, i cant be a productive member of society and ever damn day i feel so much hate towards myself because of that and much of it comes from myself. But i will be damned, if anyone says i do not do my part. And i know that i am looking to do more. I may not be a hands on kind of guy but i swear on my life, that the help i can provide behind the scenes, by meeting higher up people, by campaigning, by going on the BBC, by going on the Radio. I will not sit idly by as this country falls further and further in to destitution. And all i can ask from anyone reading this is that you pass the message on and that you do what you can to help those who are most in need. If i can do it with the mental health problems i have then all of you normal people who dont struggle with social phobia, depression and Anxiety can do something. Even something as small as sharing this video will help. Thanks for reading.

https://www.facebook.com/walkingthebreadline/videos/1204760046211796/

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Assess

Me- Why are there four S’s in assess?

Friend- Because its excessive (Emphasis on the s’s) Me- 

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Alone Again

I have friends and i have family... that is more than some people have yet i feel nothing inside of me except a growing void of loneliness. Why is it that i feel this way? And why is it that i cant let anyone in?

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Don’t let anyone command who you are by forcing you to live according to their expectations. Your life is not theirs to try to write. Be your own author.

Gene Cuvier  (via wnq-writers)

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What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

Helen Keller (via wordsnquotes)

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Words Written

The words I write no mere lies told.

Each letter a world and a character unfolds.

Periods and dots are the breaths we take.

Yet in the mind no breath we make.

A stroke of a pen no accident made.

Is more than a word but is bound to fade.

But when words come together pages they form.

From pages to books that will weather the storm.

From ink to pen.

pen to paper.

words to pages.

pages to book.

Immortality can be found.

When all is lost

We pay a final cost

What we leave behind is more than gold

I dare to leave behind words written in bold

Words written in pain

With nothing more to gain

My soul I share

Leaving all and everything bare

From ink to pen.

pen to paper.

words to pages.

pages to book.

Immortality can be found.

The words I write no mere lies told.

Each letter a world and my character unfolds.

Periods and dots are the breaths we take.

Yet in the end no breath we make.

[gilmorescreencaps]

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Time

Do you hear the clock chime?

No you say, you are but a child

You have yet to understand time

You have no need to hide.

Do you see the falling sand?

No you say? You want to be older you request.

You have too much time to hand

You have yet to realise you are blessed.

Do you hear the birds sing?

Yes, you say, but you have no time to stop.

Now you are a little older, time is no longer a play thing

You have yet to know that time is no crop Do you see the river running?

You say you do but do you yet understand?

You are older again but less cunning

You don't yet know your time is in hand.

Do you see the leave turning?

You say your eyes are failing

Its seams you are finally learning

yet you remain prevailing

Do you feel the cold in the air?

Do you feel the yourself come bare?

Do you finally understand?

Do you at last see the sand?

The Hour is nigh.

The glass almost drained

There's a tear in your eye

All you have gained

Now gone awry

Your time has passed

But time goes on

it is steadfast

It's no ones pawn

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Be yourself... you have one life, why bother trying to be anyone other than who you are?

Unknown

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I tend to think conversations are much like a double Helix, they have two center columns and things in between to link them together. Put that in to a circle and a conversation can go on forever. Just keep adding bits and pieces to make it longer and more intricate

Unknown

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A man who knows the most things, knows he knows nothing in comparison to what there is yet to know, so therefor my knowing many things would not be as good as person who only knows a few things. They do say ignorance is a bliss.

Unknown 

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A Dark Passenger

A Dark Passenger

A shade of black still remains within

Slowly growing and pulsating with power

Spreading its fear like an artist with a brush

Smearing me with the black tar that is self doubt

Drowning me in self hatred

It tells me that I am not good enough

It tells me that I cant do anything

It keeps telling me that the people around me hate me

It makes me question everything

even my own existence

With every passing moment its shade of darkness becomes darker

with every fleeting second its putrid tar becomes thicker

And every minute its power over me grows stronger

I fight an internal battle everyday

everyday I loose a little ground

Ground that I cant afford to keep loosing

loosing however is inevitable

At least that is what it keeps telling me

that the battle has been lost

and that I will fall completely in the war to come.

It is a dark passenger

made of everything bad within myself

It is a Dark passenger that is a part of me but has its own mind

my mind

It is the first and last thing to fall, the mind

It is as strong as the person controlling it and this time I feel like I have lost it

The dark passenger has control now.

And I don’t know how to get it back.

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just reading some of my older works and this never failed to hit me. 

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On the Morrow

On the morrow

This year like the last, Sorrow fills the heart this is mealy the past things will seem different on the morrow

every day just like the last perspectives my change but my heart will not the pain has taken root the sword has cut too deep

This year just like the last Sorrow has captured the heart The past is becoming the future This world I wish to depart I stand this time, but in a stupor.

Everyday just like the last My perspective have changed My world and my heart torn apart the rooted pain to great to endure the shield to protect me become to heavy to bare

This year will be my last Sorrow has turned my heart There is no future, only the past This world I will depart The Stupor has cleared I will depart

On the morrow I will depart. On the morrow, I will find my heart.

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Winters End

Winters End

When winter falls, the sun rises, Casting its golden sheen on crisp cold ground What was once snow, turns to rain and grants us the prizes of spring But through this rain winter is forgot until it comes around once more

It is when the days get longer, and the nights become shorter This is when winter is at its end the lights on the streets, no longer needed for some time grant us us time to spend And spend it we do pleading for more time in the light of the sun

The frost that begot the grass and the trees has long since melted away the frost now feeds the prizes of spring, the grass the buds and the flowers.

You turned you back on winter in the hope that it might not come back you may forget winter and all it brings but winter will return it will return in the night of the early spring to take back what should belong but come morning, spring wins the fight and winter must once again take flight.

Winter may come to a bright warm end but it will return again It returns in the autumn night to fight for what it owns

The winter will return and with it comes the snows of time. And the ice of memory, and the cold of night.

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[ulanji]

so much happening i cannot beleive this was 15 seconds

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THE CAT WTF

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lol expecto patronum XD