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Tuesday the 20th of February, 2007

You Are Loved (Don’t Give Up) via Josh Groban

Don’t give up
It’s just the weight of the world
When your heart’s heavy I
I will lift it for you
Don’t give up
Because you want to be heard
If silence keeps you I
I will break it for you

Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you

Everybody wants to be loved
Don’t give up

Because you are loved

Don’t give up
It’s just the hurt that you hide
When you’re lost inside I
I’ll be there to find you

Don’t give up
Because you want to burn bright
If darkness blinds you I
I will shine to guide you

Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you

Everybody needs to be loved
Don’t give up

Because...you are loved

Don’t give up
It’s just the weight of the world

Don’t give up
Everyone needs to be loved

You are loved

Posted by rtkenmore at 07:17 PM on the 20th of February, 2007.
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Monday the 12th of February, 2007

Proud via Heather Small

What have you done today to make you feel proud?
It’s never too late to try
What have you done today to make you feel proud?
You could be so many people
If you make that break for freedom
What have you done today to make you feel proud?

Still so many answers I don’t know
Realise that to question is how we grow
So I step out of the ordinary
I can feel my soul ascending
I am on my way
Can’t stop me now
And you can do the same

We need a change
Do it today
I can feel my spirit rising
We need a change
So do it today
‘Cause I can see a clear horizon

What have you done today to make you feel proud?
So what have you done today to make you feel proud?
‘Cause you could be so many people
If you make that break for freedom
So what have you done today to make you feel proud?
What have you done today to make you feel proud?
What have you done today
You could be so many people?
Just make that break for freedom
So what have you done today to make you feel proud?

I look into the window of my mind
Reflections of the fears I know I’ve left behind
I step out of the ordinary
I can feel my soul ascending
I am on my way
Can’t stop me now
And you can do the same

Posted by rtkenmore at 04:20 AM on the 12th of February, 2007.
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Monday the 22nd of January, 2007

The Kids Aren’t Alright via The Offspring

I don’t know why it is but I’ve gravitated back towards The Offspring here lately. The new Rock 105.5 here in Birmingham plays a good bit of the older Offspring and I’ve recently picked up their hits album.

This song for some reason rises to the top in my mind. It says a lot in its short number of words. At least to me…

When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat

Now the neighborhood‘s cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives

Chances thrown
Nothing‘s free
Longing for what used to be
Still it‘s hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams

Jamie had a chance, well she really did
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids
Mark still lives at home cause he‘s got no job
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot

Jay committed suicide
Brandon OD‘d and died
What the hell is going on
The cruelest dream, reality

Posted by rtkenmore at 02:07 AM on the 22nd of January, 2007.
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Tuesday the 31st of October, 2006

Sometimes…

Originally uploaded by fiercepoet78.

...a photo says it all.

Posted by rtkenmore at 02:42 AM on the 31st of October, 2006.
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Tuesday the 24th of October, 2006

Invisible via Clay Aiken

Whatcha’ doin’ tonight
I wish I could be a fly on your wall
Are you really alone
Who’s stealin’ your dreams
Why can’t I bring you into my life
What would it take to make you see that I’m alive

If I was invisible
Then I could just watch you in your room
If I was invincible
I’d make you mine tonight
If hearts were unbreakable
Then I could just tell you where I stand
I would be the smartest man
If I was invisible
(Wait..I already am)

Saw your face in the crowd
I call out your name
You don’t hear a sound
I keep tracing your steps
Each move that you make
Wish I could read what goes through your mind
Wish you could touch me with the colors of your life

If I was invisible
Then I could just watch you in your room
If I was invincible
I’d make you mine tonight
If hearts were unbreakable
Then I can just tell you where I stand
I would be the smartest man
If I was invisible
(Wait..I already am)

I reach out
But you don’t even see me
Even when I’m scream out
Baby, you don’t hear me
I am nothing without you
Just a shadow passing through…

If I was invisible…
If I was invisible…
If I was invisible…
If I was invisible…
If I was invisible…
If I was invisible…

Posted by rtkenmore at 01:45 AM on the 24th of October, 2006.
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Monday the 23rd of October, 2006

All In All via My Friend Steve

Hey Victoria, do you still hide my letters
Under the mattress you lay on with him?
Do you even remember putting them there?
I’d say probably not
But I’m here and I’m writing, by the light of the candle
That I once used when I’d write you

Oh Victoria, the girl in the flowered dress
It seems you’ve forgotten - is this some kind of test?
And if so, I hope I’m doing well
And on the Fourth of July while I sit and cry
You and Mr. Wonderful can have the time of your lives

Oh Victoria, did you have a good time in France?
Hey don’t worry, ‘cause nothing’s going to change - you said
Words in the wind, well they certainly do come easy
Eight months now I’ve been waiting for you to come around
Beating my head against the wall - you never believed me
Why would you worry? Why would you worry?

All in all, I’d still say thank you.
You showed me a life I never knew.
All in all, I’d still say I love you.
All in all, I surrender.
All in all.

Posted by rtkenmore at 12:52 AM on the 23rd of October, 2006.
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Thursday the 12th of October, 2006

Into The Dark… Rememberance.

I’ve decided to “go dark” so to speak with the site and replace the normally random header photos with a single flame on a black background. A flame that should continue to burn bright as we remember those we’ve lost.... A flame not easily extinguished....

Charlie Howard - July 1984.... Allen R. Schindler, Jr. - October 1992.... Brandon Teena - December 1993.... Scott Amedure - March 1995.... Billy Clayton - May 1995.... Tyra Hunter - August 1995.... Matthew Shepard - October 1998.... Billy Jack Gaither - February 1999.... PFC Barry Winchell - July 1999.... JR Warren - July 2000.... Danny Overstreet - September 2000.... Fred Martinez - June 2001.... Aaron Webster - November 2001.... Sakia Gunn - May 2003.... Scotty Joe Weaver - July 2004.... Roderick George - July 2004.... Jody Dobrowski - October 2005....

Unfortunately, this list may never end. We can however help prevent further crimes by remembering past victims. No one will ever forget seeing that bloody, split-rail fence on the Wyoming prairie. Non one ever should forget.

I’ll leave you with a few words from Dennis Shepard’s appearance before the court.

Tribute to Matthew Shepard (Flash File)

My son Matthew did not look like a winner. After all, he was small for his age—weighing, at the most, 110 pounds, and standing only 5’2” tall. He was rather uncoordinated and wore braces from the age of 13 until the day he died. However, in his all too brief life, he proved that he was a winner. My son—a gentle, caring soul—proved that he was as tough as, if not tougher than, anyone I have ever heard of or known. On October 6, 1998, my son tried to show the world that he could win again. On October 12, 1998, my first-born son—and my hero—lost. On October 12, my first-born son—and my hero— died 50 days before his 22nd birthday. He died quietly, surrounded by family and friends, with his mother and brother holding his hand. All that I have left
now are the memories....

Matt officially died at 12:53 a.m. on Monday, October 12, 1998, in a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado. He actually died on the outskirts of Laramie tied to a fence that Wednesday before, when you beat him. You, Mr. McKinney, with your friend Mr. Henderson, killed my son....

By the end of the beating, his body was just trying to survive. You left him out there by himself, but he wasn’t alone. There were his lifelong friends with him—friends that he had grown up with. You’re probably wondering who these friends were. First, he had the beautiful night sky with the same stars and moon that we used to look at through a telescope. Then, he had the daylight and the sun to shine on him one more time—one more cool, wonderful autumn day in Wyoming. His last day alive in Wyoming. His last day alive in the state that he always proudly called home. And through it all he was breathing in for the last time the smell of Wyoming sagebrush and the scent of pine trees from the snowy range. He heard the wind—the ever-present Wyoming wind—for the last time. He had one more friend with him. One he grew to know through his time in Sunday school and as an acolyte at St. Mark’s in Casper as well as through his visits to St. Matthew’s in Laramie. He had God....

I feel better knowing he wasn’t alone....

Mr. McKinney, one final comment before I sit, and this is the reason that I stand before you now. At no time since Matt was found at the fence and taken to the hospital have Judy and I made any statements about our beliefs concerning the death penalty. We felt that that would be an undue influence on any prospective juror. Judy has been quoted by some right-wing groups as being against the death penalty. It has been stated that Matt was against the death penalty. Both of these statements are wrong. We have held family discussions and talked about the death penalty. Matt believed that there were incidents and crimes that justified the death penalty. For example, he and I discussed the horrible death of James Byrd, Jr. in Jasper, Texas. It was his opinion that the death penalty should be sought and that no expense should be spared to bring those responsible for this murder to justice. Little did we know that the same response would come about involving Matt. I, too, believe in the death penalty. I would like nothing better than to see you die, Mr. McKinney. However, this is the time to begin the healing process. To show mercy to someone who refused to show any mercy. To use this as the first step in my own closure about losing Matt. Mr. McKinney, I am not doing this because of your family. I am definitely not doing this because of the crass and unwarranted pressures put on by the religious community. If anything, that hardens my resolve to see you die. Mr. McKinney, I’m going to grant you life, as hard as that is for me to do, because of Matthew. Every time you celebrate Christmas, a birthday, or the Fourth of July, remember that Matt isn’t. Every time that you wake up in that prison cell, remember that you had the opportunity and the ability to stop your actions that night. Every time that you see your cell mate, remember that you had a choice, and now you are living that choice. You robbed me of something very precious, and I will never forgive you for that. Mr. McKinney, I give you life in the memory of one who no longer lives. May you have a long life, and may you thank Matthew every day for it.

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Scarecrow via Melissa Etheridge

Showers of your crimson blood
Seep into a nation calling up a flood
Of narrow minds who legislate
Thinly veiled intolerance
Bigotry and hate

But they tortured and burned you
They beat you and they tied you
They left you cold and breathing
For love they crucified you

I can’t forget hard as I try
This silhouette against the sky

Scarecrow crying
Waiting to die wondering why
Scarecrow trying
Angels will hold carry your soul away

This was our brother
This was our son
This shepherd young and mild
This unassuming one
We all gasp this can’t happen here
We’re all much too civilized
Where can these monsters hide

But they are knocking on our front door
They’re rocking in our cradles
They’re preaching in our churches
And eating at our tables

I search my soul
My heart and in my mind
To try and find forgiveness
This is someone child
With pain unreconciled
Filled up with father’s hate
Mother’s neglect
I can forgive But I will not forget

Scarecrow crying
Waiting to die wondering why
Scarecrow trying
Rising above all in the name of love

The rest of the story...

Posted by rtkenmore at 05:40 PM on the 12th of October, 2006.
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Wednesday the 11th of October, 2006

Everybody Hurts via R.E.M.

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you’re sure you’ve had enough of this life, well hang on
Don’t let yourself go, ‘cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it’s time to sing along
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you’ve had too much of this life, well hang on

‘Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts. Don’t throw your hand. Oh, no. Don’t throw your hand
If you feel like you’re alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

If you’re on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you’ve had too much of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts. You are not alone.

Posted by rtkenmore at 11:58 PM on the 11th of October, 2006.
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lets get celebrating

life frustrating
hating
contemplating
not updating
days blazing
thoughts gnawing
dwindling
counting
pains ailing
razors scraping
ropes knotting
pills mixing
piercing
scratching
screaming
ending

i was hating
not updating
life so frustrating
did some waiting
contemplating
here now sitting
lets get celebrating

Posted by rtkenmore at 06:54 PM on the 11th of October, 2006.
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Thursday the 21st of September, 2006

This Is How A Heart Breaks via Rob Thomas

Don’t you wanna go for a ride
Just keep your hands inside
And make the most out of life
Now don’t you take it for granted

Life is like a mean machine
It made a mess outta me
It left me caught between
Like an angry dream I was stranded. I was stranded.

And I’m steady but I’m starting to shake
And I don’t know how much more I can take

This is it now
Everybody get down
This is all I can take
This is how a heart breaks
Now take a hit now you feel it break down
Make you stay wide awake
This is how a heart breaks

Don’t you wanna go for a ride
Down to the other side
Feel so good you can cry
Now won’t you do what I told you
I remember when you used to be shy
Yeah, once we were so fine
You and I and why you gotta make it so hard on me it’s hard on me

And I’m sorry but it’s not a mistake
And I’m running but you’re getting away

This is how a heart breaks

You’re not the best thing that I knew
Never was never cared too much
For all this hanging around
It’s just the same thing all the time
Never get what I want
Never get too close to the end of the line
You’re just the same thing that I knew back before the time
When I was only for you

Posted by rtkenmore at 05:37 PM on the 21st of September, 2006.
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