Thursday, May 29, 2008
Rants
I started dating a girl who will remain nameless. I had a bad vibe from her when i first met her but i always believed in giving people a chance. Giving her a chance was the biggest mistake in my frigen fracken blacked life. I hate how she smokes, drinks and hangs out with her ex boyfriends. I know I'm being over controlling and wanting alot from her but I don't believe it is right when shes like a guy for years and he cheats on her gets married and has a baby while dating her. I believe that everything this guy does is wrong and i start to feel like I'm just a rebound guy for her just because she lost the spark with a loser, but the problem now is that she misses the dick head and wants to go spend time with him alone and hide him from me so i don't know. One thing that was worse then her doing that with this one loser is that when she went to Calgary to visit her mom, dad and brother but when she got there she decided to spend all her money she saved to go drinking with 7 of her ex boy friends and all of them didn't let there girl friends drink with them accept 2. I never want to know what happen there but the day i find out that shes doing anything overly bad she will hate me for the rest of her damn life.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Poetic Trueth Compared to Novel Candy
This is tragically a true tale. This poor girl was sold into prostitution at a very young age, illegally "imported" into Australia, and forced to work as a prostitute in an illegal brothel. After 15 years or so, and now a heroin addict, she was arrested as an illegal immigrant and detained. She was forced to go cold turkey in the detention centre and after vomiting continuously, died from dehydration three days later. A story from the 18th century? No, Australia in 2003. Unbelievable.
Puanhthong Simaplee
Sometimes when I'm having a bad day,
I let stupid things get to me,
I worry about this, I worry about that,
I worry so magnificently.
Then I feel sorry for myself
and think, sheesh, it shouldn't be this hard,
I wonder why I get so darn tired
and at the end of the day, why I'm so battle scarred.
Then like some screeching train,
my misery comes to a shuddering halt
and your face stares at me from the paper,
the realisation is like a thunderbolt.
Your story, tragically, is not unique,
there's many more still living your pain,
the enforcers turn one more blind eye,
then it just happens again and again.
You were callously sold into prostitution,
you couldn't remember whether you were ten or eleven
and were brought to the great shores of Australia,
there, you were given your own slice of heaven.
But no gilded cloud for you my girl,
just a spunk stained mattress on the floor,
where foul breathed bastards had their way,
they didn't care, you were just their whore.
So from ten years of age (maybe it was eleven),
you learned to cope with and suffer your plight
and of course they gave you an ounce of heroin,
with it, you lost your last ounce of fight.
What a sad and tortured existence,
you must have been surrounded by so many blind eyes
and of course that blindness was paid for,
although this should come as no surprise.
Because this is supposed to be the land of the free,
but not for you, my poor wretched Simaplee,
you paid your way with your very soul
and for that, you have my undying sympathy.
I hope your captors rot in Hell
and have a long and lingering decline,
I hope, they too get rooted by pigs,
because after all, they are simply swine.
You were twenty seven and 31 kg when you died
and your last three days were hell on earth,
I think you've proven to this country,
just how little one life is worth.
So I hope you're really happy now
and have finally found your slice,
and when you get to return to this earth,
I hope you get a fairer shake of the dice.
I pray that those blind eyes learn to see again,
I guess that's what this tale is all about,
but I'm sorry, Simaplee, I think this is wishful thinking,
because you have my sympathy and all I have is doubt.
Copyright Allen Jesson :) 2003
This poem is not only sad for being a true story in itself, as well as being so closely related to the novel candy it has alot of exact similarities. In the verse,
You were callously sold into prostitution,
you couldn't remember whether you were ten or eleven
and were brought to the great shores of Australia,
there, you were given your own slice of heaven
, it relates to candy being pulled into prostitution with iggy dragging her in threw small promises and simple pleasures of love and exception that she required while not seeing what was really happening. The girl in this poem may have known but the beauty of where she was would hide her feelings briefly and must have sent her on a emotional train wreck.
Another relation between the sad poem and the novel "candy" is in the verse's,
Because this is supposed to be the land of the free,
but not for you, my poor wretched Simaplee,
you paid your way with your very soul
and for that, you have my undying sympathy.
,this tells how candy was low and brittle that she was force to go against what she wanted to do and as time passed she had lost herself. Candy had paid with her soul since when ever she had been force to talk to iggy she had been formed into a ghost in fear with no sense of self control or will to fight. The way the verse is written it is as if Joe himself is writing it to candy in pain. I could not imagine the pain and humiliation this child had gone threw in her last 4 or 5 years of life. Being out of control and taken away from the need every one has to have love it self. Being a child she would never be able to survive on her own with no one to protect her may she truely get a better chance next time.
Puanhthong Simaplee
Sometimes when I'm having a bad day,
I let stupid things get to me,
I worry about this, I worry about that,
I worry so magnificently.
Then I feel sorry for myself
and think, sheesh, it shouldn't be this hard,
I wonder why I get so darn tired
and at the end of the day, why I'm so battle scarred.
Then like some screeching train,
my misery comes to a shuddering halt
and your face stares at me from the paper,
the realisation is like a thunderbolt.
Your story, tragically, is not unique,
there's many more still living your pain,
the enforcers turn one more blind eye,
then it just happens again and again.
You were callously sold into prostitution,
you couldn't remember whether you were ten or eleven
and were brought to the great shores of Australia,
there, you were given your own slice of heaven.
But no gilded cloud for you my girl,
just a spunk stained mattress on the floor,
where foul breathed bastards had their way,
they didn't care, you were just their whore.
So from ten years of age (maybe it was eleven),
you learned to cope with and suffer your plight
and of course they gave you an ounce of heroin,
with it, you lost your last ounce of fight.
What a sad and tortured existence,
you must have been surrounded by so many blind eyes
and of course that blindness was paid for,
although this should come as no surprise.
Because this is supposed to be the land of the free,
but not for you, my poor wretched Simaplee,
you paid your way with your very soul
and for that, you have my undying sympathy.
I hope your captors rot in Hell
and have a long and lingering decline,
I hope, they too get rooted by pigs,
because after all, they are simply swine.
You were twenty seven and 31 kg when you died
and your last three days were hell on earth,
I think you've proven to this country,
just how little one life is worth.
So I hope you're really happy now
and have finally found your slice,
and when you get to return to this earth,
I hope you get a fairer shake of the dice.
I pray that those blind eyes learn to see again,
I guess that's what this tale is all about,
but I'm sorry, Simaplee, I think this is wishful thinking,
because you have my sympathy and all I have is doubt.
Copyright Allen Jesson :) 2003
This poem is not only sad for being a true story in itself, as well as being so closely related to the novel candy it has alot of exact similarities. In the verse,
You were callously sold into prostitution,
you couldn't remember whether you were ten or eleven
and were brought to the great shores of Australia,
there, you were given your own slice of heaven
, it relates to candy being pulled into prostitution with iggy dragging her in threw small promises and simple pleasures of love and exception that she required while not seeing what was really happening. The girl in this poem may have known but the beauty of where she was would hide her feelings briefly and must have sent her on a emotional train wreck.
Another relation between the sad poem and the novel "candy" is in the verse's,
Because this is supposed to be the land of the free,
but not for you, my poor wretched Simaplee,
you paid your way with your very soul
and for that, you have my undying sympathy.
,this tells how candy was low and brittle that she was force to go against what she wanted to do and as time passed she had lost herself. Candy had paid with her soul since when ever she had been force to talk to iggy she had been formed into a ghost in fear with no sense of self control or will to fight. The way the verse is written it is as if Joe himself is writing it to candy in pain. I could not imagine the pain and humiliation this child had gone threw in her last 4 or 5 years of life. Being out of control and taken away from the need every one has to have love it self. Being a child she would never be able to survive on her own with no one to protect her may she truely get a better chance next time.
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