musings of a damned mind

FINE!

Abbi!

I’ve put it up. lol

Firelight

New moon, dark night

Secret smiles in firelight

Chosen chains, hold me, bound,

Her smile holds wings, her laughter the sound

Of something I don’t recognise, on that dark night

The urge to touch, to hold,

The firelight

Her smile it seems, doth draw me in

To be ‘just friends’ is that a sin?

“Yes” whispers the moon, that dark, cold night

“When its another you should hold, in the firelight”

A black cloak blurs as a white mask hides

My true feelings, desires, best left inside

Who dares to brave, take the mask from my face

Who dares to be, she in firelights, embrace.

re: humanity’s ability to actually learn something

and how we manage to have a ‘rememberance day’ without actually remembering.

The Memorial
 

Cover him over

With lilies stained blood red,

With poppies, and with primroses,

Black flowers o’er his head.

Cover him over

So his face we need not see,

His life need not remember,

Unchanged we may be.

He fought, he died for us,

For country and for king.

The least we can now do

Is avoid the memorial sting.

Build him a statue

So that we may forget.

Raise him high on podiums,

Of pain, but not regret.

Cover him over now,

So that we may go on,

And fight and kill again.

Remember him in song

But not in our actions,

In our deeds or thoughts,

So that we can go on killing,

On the past be caught.

Far be it for us to remember,

To maybe learn from the death,

Far be it form us to grow,

And stop choking their breath.

Remember him in marble,

So we may forget him.

Remember him in bronze,

And revel in the sin.

So cover him over,

With lilies stained blood red.

With poppies and with primroses.

And kill in his stead.

Hey everyone, I wrote this to go on the gazettes ‘young people’ column

what do you think?

Size ‘0’ push/ Know your worth!

At the risk of becoming one of the crowd, I to would like to comment on the drive in our society to reach a skinny-model of perfection. I decided to write on this topic at first based purely around the physical, the media and celebrity culture pushing our young women to become anorexic-looking waifs and our young men to try to become body-builders and rugby players. It has since occurred to me however that the problem runs much deeper than this.

Insecurity is prevalent in young people, it has been for years and perhaps it always will be, but what seems new is the seeming lack of worth people feel that their opinions do not matter, that they must look physically perfect before they are accepted and that they must have a university degree to gain anything in this world. It is easy to blame the media for this and they do indeed have a part to play. (I would like to say a huge THANK YOU at this point to papers like this gazette who aim to help us get our voices heard) However, parents, teachers, the education system and ourselves as peers are also perhaps major conspirators. Parents push us to be perfect, teachers to go to university or Sixth Form when other courses would suit us better and we ourselves as a peer group, pushing people to conform, to be normal, to not be weird.

So I say this, young people of Wiltshire! Claim back your worth! Don’t believe anyone when they say you don’t matter, or have to walk a certain path. Email the YPC at ypc@northwilts.gov.uk and add your voices to the shout, get your opinion heard!

Stuart Dingle.

human rights it is…

Happy New Year

Well, Christmas is over, the New Year has begun and we’re all still living in a generic spirit of goodwill, peace, pacifism and general pro-social leniency…

Unless you’re Saddam Hussein of course, he was executed on Saturday the 30^th of December. So much for peace and goodwill, so, 30 years after one American president has him instated on Iraq’s Black-gold-laden throne, a different president has him executed, ooops sorry my mistake. “Holds a free, fair and democratic trial within the bounds of the country’s legal system.”

How very merry, happy and festive of us to schedule an execution just before the new year, if indeed there is such a thing as a good time to kill someone.

Please do not misunderstand my stance here, Saddam Hussein was a cruel, violent dictator who organised the methodical genocide of huge numbers of people, as such he should be punished to the full extent of the law. However in an age of religious fundamentalism, martyrdom and generic last-stand-grabbing I have to question the wisdom of killing the person who many hold as a reason for fighting, not counting the numerous ethical issues, personally being against the death penalty I would argue that death is not a tool of the state and once it begins to be used as such, as a punishment, how are we any better than the dictators and murders themselves?

It raises an interesting question, what exactly is the difference between ‘murder’ and ‘execution’ presumable that it’s the state that’s doing it, but that then raises the question of whether what Saddam was doing to the innocents in those villages counts as “executions” and if not, and we are to blame anyone, should it not be the people who put him in power (us and the Americans) or the ones who sold him weapons (again, us and the Americans)? An interesting trail of thought I found.

Thank you for some of those in North Wiltshire for holding this debate with me and raising some interesting points.

Stuart Dingle

DMYP for North/west Wiltshire

well, I’ve been asked to rant for 500 words on a topic of my choice for the UKYP newsletter?

but where to start?

wasted public money?…too over done.

trident missile replacement?… too political.

railing at hypocrisy everywhere… too secular.

laughing at the bishop of southwark because “its what I do”…too harsh on the old guy.

something specifically youth related? naturally, but what?

I.D cards perhaps? hmmm Chris it seems I owe you one again,

Grazie Signior

watch this space, still open to suggestions though…you know me

X

“I don’t believe in the commercialisation of christmas”

 ”We should remember the true christian meaning of christmas”

Lets think about this for a second shall we? ok the ‘christian’ message behind christmas is…

the name… seriously guys, thats it.

the great census’ held by the romans that supposedly led Mary and Joseph to Bethlehem happend every twelve years… IN JUNE, as it happens they were in 4 BC 16 BC and 8 AD, but thats a seperate point. However one which brings me onto my point numero due…Why do X-ians celebrate x-mas in december?

simple, paganism. When X-ianity went on one of its lovely little *lets suppress the local culture* day trips that it used to do OH so well it noticed, “hmmmm, there appears to be a pagan festival in all these countries held on the shortest day of the year, lets convert them and tell them OUR guy was born then, so they can keep the festival with minimal culture shock.” Deary me, not many angels, birthdays or virgin births going on there then?

the Celtic/pagan festival btw was to celebrate the death of the old year and the birth of the new one and included, interestingly, exchanges of small trinkets and favours from and to the priests of the gods as well as the people and their families.

oops nothing to do with the wise men then,

so please please PLEASE don’t preach to me about the ‘true’ meaning of Christmas, the X-ians nicked it and commercialised it, just like the glorious capitalist bastards in the major chain stores are doing to the X-ians now and have been for many years,

almost Karmic isn’t it?, what goes around comes around, so….

In the name of tradition

have a good solstice everybody, may whatever gods you follow stand forever between you and harm in all the dark places you must walk, may your battles be victorious and your loins forever fruitful, or what ever the hell they said back then,

merry x-mas and happy solstice

and good bye to the old year, mustn’t be forgotten.

Well, the december candidate has arrived

or rather candidates,

I nominate the twelve IDIOTS who found Nick Griffon innocent of Inciting racial hatred,

HE BELONGS TO THE BNP, HE IS A NAZI!!!!!

and most definately incites racial hatred.

in my personal, humble opinion,

still at least Richard has some competition XD

see y’all

X

Walk in the Night

Will you walk through the night with me?

Turn not away, from bright stars’ glare?

Will you walk through the night with me?

At the shadow, and the light gladly stare?

Will you walk through the day with me,

Dance in the warm summer sun,

See the dusk sink beneath the sea

And a new dawn just begun?

Who dares to walk the night with me,

 Who has the courage to really see?

Who dares to watch the stars with me,

And have the courage to truly be?

Who can see what few can see,

Catch the illusion, hold it fast,

Who can be what no other can be,

See the links, future, present, past.

Anyone could walk in the night with me,

You need me not to show you the way,

Anyone could see what I can see,

But first they must give away

Boredom, convention, I must and I should,

To themselves be true at last.

Then, finally, see they could

The future, the present, the past.

So will you walk this night with me,

Turn not your eyes from the light?

Will you travel the ways with me?

And step with me. Into the night?

Well, Just got back from my Oxford interviews, and far from the terribly competitive, cold-as-ice group I expected everyone was really friendly, incredibly cool and DEFINATELY up for a laugh,

how spin the bottle reflects on our credence for college im not sure but hey,

it’s all in fun xD

seriously, a huge thank you to Rumaysa, Alice, Lucy, Annie, Marty, Eki, Cockring (lol), Becky, Sian, Stuart, Ian, LAurie and everyone else,

May we All get in!!!!!

see you all in October guys, u rock

stu.

X

Ink Devil

I sit again,

Heart stretched across a ream of paper,

A thin veneer.

Ink pulses under my skin

Black tinged blood seeps into paper

Carrying memories,

Ideas,

Hopes

Dreams,

Illusions.

I’m an Ink Devil

Word Dancer

a Popular Pariah

A face for every Eye and a voice for every ear

Spinning a personality around myself,

Black skin hidden as ink-blood pours to the page

Heart beats words out through wrists slit

A face forms, a smile, a joke

Extrovert to order,

Sensitive on request,

Ink Heart hidden beneath a veil of words

I sit again,

Heart stretched across a ream of paper,

A thin veneer.

The illusion is formed, smiling young man gets up from a table

Drop of ink blood drips to the floor,

Forms into a laugh and escapes on the wind

Ink-Devil

Word Dancer

Popular Pariah.

Extrovert to Order

Sensitive on request.