columbus would be...

a line drawn in sand
is so quickly erased
by the earthquake passing
through this charade

and my body lies open
waits for the sun
carried asunder
with what i've become

So she's like a disease that cleans through my bones
wiped away all the stains i wish i'd disowned
but my conscience rests on this otherwise rift
torn through my defences, none left within

and i won't leave her anymore
and i'll stop the letters that pour out of mine
and i'll give up this foolish serenade
and i won't leave her anymore
no i promise i wont leave you

and a teardrop has fallen
through my disgrace
shattering starlight
all over her face

She makes me lie down
and she makes me so still
to feed off the waters
and puzzle my sin

So she's like a disease that cleans through my bones
wiped away all the stains i wish i'd disowned
but my conscience rests on this otherwise rift
torn through my defences, none left within

and i won't leave her anymore
and i'll stop the rose petals falling within
and i'll part ways with a silly face
and i won't leave her anymore
no i promise i wont leave you

and i won't leave her anymore
and i'll stop the tears i've been uttering since
and i'll give up my fallen grace
and i won't leave her anymore
no i promise i wont leave you


(C) Copyright 2008 Jeremy Martens

( i guess i should start doing this )

value

my dad sent me an article on an Australian ISP attempting to crack down on piracy.

i hit reply and 20 minutes later had constructed some sort of rant.

so i've posted it not in an attempt to be judgmental, but perhaps just to make people think about where they stand and why.

anyways enjoy
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tis interesting... but its amazing how many 'solutions' to piracy involve (in their essence) people being labeled as 'guilty' until proven 'innocent'.

How exactly do they begin to label people as copyright infringer's. And to what extent is one allowed to infringe before 'authorities' step in. If this is too short than many innocent people will be put in the line of fire. If too short then it will be ineffective on the whole.

As the author of the article almost hints at; the industry needs to spend less time trying to play Dad or God. People are going to commit illegal acts, and cracking down tends to produce more victims than success stories. [and leads us back to 'big brother' tyranny- evil pirates are out there... everywhere...]

In a way its like the 'binge drinking' problem. Its culture. I have been to a pastor's place and found various DVD's that were bought in Thailand/SE Asia. These are by no means legitimate DVD's. But according to that particular pastor's world view/culture/ideology, there is nothing wrong with this.

As it is we have a culture steeped in the desperate search for 'what we want' at a cheaper price.

'Why should I have to pay if i can have it for free' bleeds from the wounds of post-modern society.

A recent argument I heard was to do with downloading television episodes because the person felt that they should not have to miss out on a particular show just because of a local ratings war (or free-to-air vs. cable). So the issue here is not whether you should download television episodes or not but the same 'industry' is saturating us and taunting us with news of things that are being released elsewhere, but continues to play God in deciding when to let us see it (or hear it...) and cries fowl when we attempt to subvert their grip on the information.

Should we pay for what we consume? I guess. But when you consider that more money gets paid to film producers from advertising sources and television stations (broadcast rights) it changes the dynamics of the situation. [or perhaps the importance/value of my 'share']

Kathryn and I chat occasionally about where the world is going on this topic. Media thinks that labels/production houses may be on the way out, perhaps they will simply be replaced with distribution houses. perhaps the internet is simply another distribution house. Perhaps the key is finding out how to get the people with the money to spend it on our product rather than just downloading it. In a digital age, value is placed back on the tangibles. a first edition, a large size vinyl, a special edition dvd, a comprehensive booklet, expensive or at least interesting packaging...

I think if we can restore value of a product in people's eyes we will have gone a long way to fighting piracy.

and perhaps we can just write off the rest of piracy as tyre kickers. testing the product but not convinced enough to buy it.

J

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keen to dialogue about this if anyone's interested...

scribble

to be honest I wonder if i still struggle with paranoia.

and perhaps this is all a way of working out those scenarios in a safe space.

sometimes i wonder if the paranoia is more something else...

more truth..

perhaps i am being cruely let in on peoples secrets...

i hope for yoursake i'm not, otherwise this will all seem quite horrible for someone...

or perhaps its good. perhaps seeing the truth is motivational or heart breaking or connects someone with God. Who can tell...

But i definitely do not have the ignorance to deny... only the torment or perhaps the illumination of discourse and pondering...

i like to think of myself as stuck halfway between arrogance and cynicistic despair

...theres got to be at least one more left in me...


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seduced
broken, left buried
a shell
laid waste by disease
bitter and empty
last light flicks off
shadows are waiting
dawn feels too soft
spider like hands
embrace what is lost
a figure of teeth
the hunger of lost
shame reigns again
but for a spell
cotton eyed weary
the sun's sweet surrender
shallow lies in wait
a distant shore
his hands
my face
enclose
safe

you're all i need..... you're all i need....i'm in the middle of your picture

...i feel you now
but im sure uve made the bed
and you're all i need
stretching truth away
do you find me on my knees
are you begging for my trust again

stars keep moving through the sky
not sure if i'm alive

and we've lied, and we've cried
but the superstructure holds itself up
there is no amount of blood flow
that can keep me away
banging at the door
but your heart is closed again
so much noise to wake you
is mercy too late

must i keep returning
to the space i love alone
to black marks in my mind
to the scratch you left behind

stars keep moving through the sky
still not sure if i'm alive...

Where is my love...

If i seek you, do i find you
under the rocks, under the sun
where you spoke so freely
lies oceans of static
where can i hide from you
yet you seem distant
both here and up close
yet nothing follows
taunted and scorned by others experience
i sit alone and question why
do i have so far to go?
i feel theres no place to start
how to begin
i speak, you listen
patiently and confidently
what is it like to be close to you
to hear each others breath
...
take my life
fill me from the inside