Friday, January 29, 2010

Can't. is a swear word.

You'll heal when you're cut
and I'll help you rise
but I can't stop the knife
so I can't stop the tears
I can't save you from death
so don't let me see you
with dew's death kiss
I can't stop the knife
so I can't stop the tears
please don't do this
you're cutting my heart, in two

metaphorical reality

I like to write in graphite pencil
I like to drive on fresh asphalt
It's like the pen would have to scratch the page
before the rubber meets the road, and my heart hits the bottom

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

lostyear

hold on to the we way started
how it all should have gone
somewhere love was disregarded
and it all came undone

nothing's a breeze
we suffer
we bleed
for two hearts to beat as one
we learn as we go
at least now we know
something we get has begun




Saturday, January 16, 2010

surprise province.

I thought I was in Ontario.
and then I found out I was in Quebec.
and that was rather exciting.
yes, rather.

for some reason, that just excites me.
also, it makes me partially invincible.
hmm, shall I try flying?

bonjour!

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

rock

sometimes I read things that make me laugh, because they're so loaded with secondary meanings it's like two languages in the same words.
sometimes I like it, because they are talking to me. without calling my name.
rock.

Monday, January 11, 2010

what's new?

how ever terrible it sounds, it was simply easier to let somebody else tell you.

when you hurt, my heart aches for you. I would do anything to try and fix that.

even when you fight me, I fight for you.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

smiles

there's something about seeing a smile on the face of the person you love,
and know that you were the person who made them smile,
and that same expression, of completely euphoric love, is mirrored on your face,
even just in photographs, that tell the stories of the past.
memories, frozen, smiles, so genuine they never become dull,
captured smiles that reach all the way to their eyes, and back to their lips.


Friday, January 8, 2010

"The Conflict of Oka, 1990: Native Land Disputes and Status Abuse"

[this is a paper I wrote for Geography, on a Canadian issue..

posted because I'm a hardcore nerd. 8)]


The Conflict of Oka, 1990: Native Land Disputes and Status Abuse

Through out the years Canada’s diverse cultural base has caused clashes between different groups. Most of those conflicts are accented by the racial differences. Race is the match that ignites the fire, which then blossoms into all the issues that that group feels are wrongs against them. Using their race as a label to push their “human rights” and achieve their, more often than not, distantly related demands.

One of those particular conflicts is know as the “Oka land dispute”. It happened in the summer of 1990, near Montreal Chateauguay, in the small community of Oka. The issue that started the stand off was that of a land dispute. Typical in the way of native and “settler” communications, the government made a move to lease, or sell a piece of land to a local golf course, who had the intention to expand the course. This was offensive to the Mohawks of the Kahnawake reserve, because they claimed that the land encroached on their burial ground. Then-current Oka Mayor Jean Ouellette said that the land belonged to the municipality. And so the property struggle began.

Over the next year, the Mohawks tried to prevent the golf course expansion through legalities, and the courts. When this did nothing, they became angry and violent. Mohawk warriors set up barricades across the roads and barbed wire around the forest in question. Once they had blocked all access to the area they took up occupancy among the forest known as ‘The Pines’. Exactly where they were was the strip of land that the town council wanted to bulldoze for the golf course.

The Quebec police shocked the media audience and the community by storming the barricades, clad in riot gear. They attacked with tear gas and a ‘hail of bullets’. After about 15 minutes of chaos, the police retreated just as quickly as they had arrived. All that the strike had done was claim the life of police officer Marcel Lemay. In the question of who had provoked the attack by firing first, each side claimed it was the other.

While the physical battleground of the protest was heating up, that of the leadership crumbled; Quebec Native Affairs Minister John Ciaccia, the leadership that had the power to make decisions walked away from negotiations. Originally Ciaccia was sympathetic to the Mohawks, but then said that they had purposely wrecked a deal to end the confrontation. The federal government finally stepped in as an official decision making party, but refused to resume negotiations with the protestors until the barricades were dismantled, and taken away. This was the point at which it became obvious the protest was now about a lot more than the expansion of the municipal golf course.

While Oka’s dispute continued to frustrate and infuriate both sides of the negotiations, the rest of the nation watched. And more Mohawk bands took action. Bands from Quebec, Ontario and even New York State also filed land claim conflicts. This action was evident of the way the native people across Canada, across the continent, rallied in support.

The tension between the two groups rose yet again as the Canadian Army arrived in the small town of Oka. Over 2,500 soldiers were reported to “descend” upon the town. People prepared for the worst as the army approached the main barricade at the edge of the Mohawk guarded territory. The army was decked out in full combat fatigue and in command of tanks. They appeared ready to remove all the occupants, but instead they waited. A scene that has become a signature, symbolic of the friction between the two groups, is that of a dramatic stare-off between a Canadian soldier and a Mohawk warrior, named Lasagna.

Soon after the Army moved in, after 78-days of stand-off, which started with the death of Corporal Lemay on July 11th, it suddenly ended. In surprise surrender the masked Mohawk warriors put down their weapons and left the woods. This caught the soldiers off guard and the scene dissolved into a mass of pushing, shoving and screaming. Though it was violent and disorderly, no shots were fired, and 34 people were eventually arrested. Those people were held and questioned, but none were convicted, or taken to trial, and were soon after released.

My opinion of the Oka conflict is that the Mohawks of Kahnawake took advantage of their privileged status to achieve their goals. From my research I find that the land was only NEAR to the burial ground, and not actually on, or destroying , it. With a little co-operation, both sides could have learned to share, and had what they wanted. I am not personally of the opinion that a golf course is worth fighting over, considering the lack of interest I find based in such a sport, but that aside. The highly publicized and intense conflict was uncalled for, from both sides. I believe that the Quebec police’s attack was out of line, and a warning of eviction, or removal, should have been issued. After which, if unanswered, an orderly removal, arrest, and detainment of those offending parties should have been conducted. However, I do realize that the situation applied a lot of pressure to act, on the police, and what looks good on paper, and in after thought isn’t always plausible, or thought of, in the moment.

Overall, the issue addressed, and echoed throughout the native versus white land disputes, is one of selfishness and abuse of native peoples’ status. The views of Canada are one of acceptance, one that encourages new immigrants, and enjoys it’s patchwork of different cultures. Why can we not establish that which is rightfully the aboriginal people’s? After such an agreement is created, the strain of the “rights” lines would be considerably easier not to violate. What is written out, and mapped, is comprehend able, and unarguable, and therefore considerably more peaceful.

Resources:

http://archives.cbc.ca/politics/civil_unrest/topics/99/

http://www.firstnationsdrum.com/fall2000/hist_oka.htm
sorry that the formatting messed up, and kudos if you're nerd enough (like me) to read this through. :)

backwards

sometimes I feel like I have my brain was installed backwards
then I realized that God doesn't make broken things
where we are, what we do, what happens
those are the things that break us

sometimes I think that if I let it all fall
then I will fall, I will fail
then I turn around and let it all fall
and it works out better that way

the crumbling pieces that I gather in my hands
and try to put together
when I let them fall, they fall to larger hands
to loving creator, who pieces them together

makes me look like new again
and all the haunts are just whispers now
every crack, all the emotion, all it's lessons
are stored in this restored mind

if only I could cling to this sanity
that should come so naturally
instead, I turn from the perfect and try to find the pieces
I want to remake me, myself

trying, so hard
to do, what I know
is useless, for
what I do, is all ready done

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

society

It has come to my recent attention that for all our technological advances, the society in which we live is deteriorating. If not by visual, or physical make up, by social, and emotional measures. A particular focus that I discussed with one of my friends was that of emotional, and therefore relational and moral deterioration.

Yes, I obviously knew the world wasn't perfect. But so long as I made the small, and regular adjustments to the change, I didn't take note. It "wasn't important". All things are important in their own right. Though things that are out of our hands are not personally pivotal, we are wise to consider and attempt to understand them.

The chain reaction of emotion, to relational deterioration is highlighted in population. Our emotional needs are not cared for because of the lack of respect in our society. Our current Canadian population is falling due to lack of families. Lack of possible child-bearing relationships? No. These relationships are ones that lack consistency. These are not marriages. They are one-night stands, (quote: "gone wrong"), turned to abortions, and more emotional agony. These only lead to more pain, and more quick fixes. Easily working through the nation of already broken families, and smashing hope at every turn.
Somehow, even when this painful chain is realized by individuals, their attempt to accomplish success in this "technologically advanced" society, causes more pain. Even when a mate is found, and a marriage relationship achieved, both are socially pushed to attain education and a good job. Jobs which take the time that would be used to form and care for a healthy family. Jobs whose only function is to stash away money, and buy large flashy things. Visual assets to show their impressive social status. Things, that mean nothing. Families, that break for lack of care. This is the nation that we live in.

True, north, strong and free.
Yes.
Free to lack respect? I hope not.

Why not the simplicity of one-income households? The realization that relationships hold far greater value than things of this world? That relationships that last are far less painful, and you find yourself loved, through loving another. Resting in the knowledge that you have mutual love.

Why not?
I remember life before you.
and it was terrible.