Falling apart.

Today, on the front cover of the newspaper was a half a page sized picture of my  13 year old cousin, who had just got beaten up by four 13-14year old girls at her school, while she was waiting for a bus.

simply, because they heard a rumour that she (cousin) was going to give one of their cousins a hiding, a rumour which she said was untrue.

Then, what I presume every parent would do/think/imagine of doing, her mother ran after one the girls and gave her a bit of a slap around until the police came to separate the two and she had to go to court. The girls didn't get expelled. What is going on.

I don't understand for 1 how you can beat someone else up based on a rumour, grow up. 2, why does her mum get all the punishment for trying to protect her daughter, that's total bullkaka. 3, they didn't punish the girls, they let them off school for the rest of the year, that's a reward in any students eyes.

If they don't get any consequences then they're never going to learn right from wrong and they are always going to think they can hurt other people. They aren't going to get very far in life.

Jesus tried to help us, protect us from our sin, and we killed him. Look at where we are now.

I hate this. Summer is a beautiful young girl and and doesn't deserve to be treated like that, no one does. In my mind anyone that treats other people like crap, beats them up for their own use..doesn't deserve anything and especially not God.

Stupid.
Our world is falling apart right in front of us and the people in charge are doing nothing.

awake.

It's 3.16am. I'm awake. Ready for work. 

It's cold outside, I'm not looking forward to walking in it, even for 10 seconds.

I went to bed at 11pm, bad idea.

I have a party tonight. 

Won't finish till 11pmish.

Staying up last night seems like an even worse idea now.

I still have to buy half a gift.

I'm going out all day Sunday.

Oh gosh. I'm so tired.

But so awake.

Let's go bake 200breads shall we.

On my mind.

So lately my mind has been drifting, quite alot. Sometimes I just think far far away and forget to pay attention to this world.
I wouldn't say its been off to a nice place, but rather a place that needs attention and to be spoken about, not just to just become thoughts put away in jars only to be seen and never opened.

I've been hearing or reading articles about poverty and it really really hits me hard. Also about child labour, sex trafficking, and along the lines of all that kinda of stuff.
It tears me apart to even begin to think how one person can do that to another, an equal other.  I just recently started giving a monthly donation to a NZ organisation, which focus is mainly on helping children - because that's where my heart is, but also the wider community in poor villages.
I don't want to sound like 'you should help people who don't have much, you have a job you can afford to help' because quite frankly if I was to say such things to anyone I would be pointing in the mirror.

It would be like going to a country where littering and rubbish on the roads is an issue and NOT dropping your rubbish because you want to make the difference and be the change. When I think that it would be of more use to go to the person dropping the rubbish and see them change? If that makes any sense at all.

I don't simply want to support organisations that help get people out of this injust behaviour, but to go to the beginning, the source and change them. We would see more of a change then I think, in my opinion.

I see so many beautiful childrens faces when my mind wanders and it pains me to think that the next day they're gone..for good, without even a chance to hear about God, love and hope.

I wrote a song.

Here we are
here we stand
motionless
heads in our hands.

As water falls
and the stars align
as these waves hit
our shore line

there are people crying
they are shouting out
waiting for someone to say
"your prayer is heard"

Have you not seen
Have you not heard
This world that we live in
Is meant to be free

Can you not see their tears
Can't you feel their pain
As they slip from this earth
Into unknown pain.

They walk alone
don't know where they're going
their very souls
snatched away

They sit in darkness
don't know what to do
they don't even know
they can talk to you

And I'm sure we were
made for more
to love the lost,
the hungry and the poor

Everyone deserves to be
told, they're beautiful
to be wrapped in this
love forevermore

Have you not seen
Have you not heard
That this God we serve
Is beautiful

Can you not see their tears
Can't you feel their pain

As they slip from this earth
Into unknown pain.

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A letter to my country.

New Zealand,
I hold you so very close to my heart. You look after me, you make me laugh, I have such proudness in being apart of you.
We are unique people, our culture, our words, our sense of style. We are simple yet complex and loud but cautious.
We have a strong will to do things on our own, we like helping others, we like to have fun.
Your beautiful country is so amazing, your scenery, skies, beaches and much more.
We live in the city, and we live in the country. Next to each other, two very different places join as one.
We have a humour that baffles alot of people, some find it hilarious, some will never understand.

I'm apart of you, and you apart of me.
Let's hold hands forever, and never forget these days.
Years to come, you will still be with me. Never let me go.
Aotearoa I will love you forever.

You.

Into her thoughts you sneak
Shattering dreams, destroying them all
The words she speaks no longer hers
As you slip this knife under her tounge,
her heart will stop, her willling or yours?


Bleeding for you, you make her believe this will do.
The tears that fall from her eyes , are the only things that she holds at night.


No more hope, she's forgotten how to fight.
You stole her shield and struck her, no mercy for her vunerability.
Whispers of death, hurting herself for the need to be free
Aching insides, chained to bad dreams coming at her with everything you have.


Your hurting her with herself, her heart tearing apart, surely no more tears can fill her eyes.
As she looks at herself in the mirror of lies.
She needs a touch. Hope.


She can't hear her friends. She can't even see.
They hurt her, with unspoken words, but with your twisted ideas.


I think its time to leave her alone.


I'm done hurting.

freedom.

whispers slowly filling this silence,
this old religion sneaking underneath everything
we thought to have thrown away.

this line of freedom, where does it begin?
and where does it stop.

To start anew, you must get rid of anything holding you back,
or eventually you will fall down with it,
grasping every part of you,
as if it owns you.

heartsbeat, millions, everywhere.
when will we begin to speak to them,
about what we HAVE what we KNOW to be true,
when will this time come, to take our freedom
to the very people who are held back in chains

who are kept away
away from the world
away from love
away from hope.

when do they get a chance to speak? to hear, to soak in everything we seem to have.

when do we give them that chance.

there is no hope in a path that leads to the light,
but leaves the loved behind,
without a glance backwards,
without question of why they stopped walking.

you may reach your destination, but you will surely be alone.

it wouldn't take you long to , turn around
and help them up.

don't walk past the blind and say 'SEE' when maybe, just maybe
they have a story to be heard.
don't dance past the deaf and say 'HEAR' when maybe, just maybe
they have a picture to be seen.

listen to the blind
watch the deaf

we have freedom.
let's not sit around and let precious faces, souls and the beautiful people

dissapear