Death of Osama 'monumental achievement'?

It saddens me that we live in a world where murder is now being called a 'monumental achievement.' Murder begets murder...seems like we're defeating one evil only to become a greater one.

lions and tigers and bears oh my...

Are you serious?

http://www2.gurl.com/pregnancy-test-anti-abortion-literature/

As if right to lifers weren't intense enough. This is totally farcical and unacceptable...a guilt trip disguised as a free helpful service. I'm all for babies, but under the right circumstances, and without being force fed anti-abortion literature...Is it just me that finds this totally crazed?

My cousin is far too talented. And damn beautiful to boot.

Hmm...

It occurred to me today that it's harder than it looks to get this website thing going. A domain name is bought and paid for, so look out for theporcelainpage.com...Hopefully gunna be a good one.

Valentines Daughter

I take a sigh as I breathe and whisper

It is not me that thought to kiss her,

And as she peered back silent through solemn eyes

A lost soul, victim she lies.

I see her then as she gazes up

A mistaken word across her lips as she takes a tender sip

Of love I cannot offer.

Before the words break from her chest

A testament to all that’s best-

‘You planted this in me; you will it to grow,

And yet you bring me nothing but what is hollow.

I take your hand as you give it to me,

I look only when you ask me to see,

I give you all and want nothing but your favour,

I know in my touch you languish and savour.

But there is something within you, a demon that lurks

That wishes not for all of these perks,

Something that turns and hides away

No matter what your tender language says.

Tell me why you provoke me in such passionate terms

If you are but the apple and I the worm?’

Her eyes seem to look through me like a sheet of glass

And I wonder how she knew to ask

I know not the answer and so I search for wit

To only allow her this gentle forfeit.

The panic surges within me now

My heart it swells and I’m lost for words

Lift my mouth to gently caress hers-

To placate her with a tarnished touch,

Is to love her kind in coloured clutch.

‘Temptation is nothing but a reason to pull away.’

She breathes as her face goes astray

‘I’m here for you and you alone,

Within your embrace I’m within my home.

I can’t do for you what you can’t do for me

I cannot be as you are and act so nonchalantly.

I want to discover you, I want to learn.

I do not want you to be the apple, I do not want to be the worm.’

Again she looks to me with expectant awe

Again all I can do is glare at the floor

In a turn of events I did not expect

I am now merely defenceless, at war with my intellect.

 I take a deep breath and stately sigh

‘It is not me, love, it is not I.

I am not the one who will build you your home

I will not take you wherever I roam.

I will not love you as a good man should.’

And it seemed to me then that she understood.

Pulling away and further still

I watched as she seemed to weaken, grow ill

Wither in front of me like a rose without water

A sinner, a saint, fallen valentines daughter.