I recently contacted American TV Channel ESPN: Hi, It appears that Dana Jacobson has been accused on several occasions for ‘hate speech’ against religious groups. Whilst I do not advocate some kind of radical action, I think it is your duty to look seriously into such issues. As a Muslim I am offended that it is okay for presenters on mainstream television to be slandering any faith or belief. If claims are untrue, make that abundantly clear, otherwise you should take appropriate action. They responded: Thank you for writing, Ms. Jacobson’s inappropriate comments were delivered...

Is anyone innocent? I really wonder. I look at my friends… and ponder Are you truly genuine or fake like plastic To melt with heat and dissolve in acid Then whose to say innocence is needed If the experience is to be well heeded Learn lessons where due – lifes’ purpose Make the same mistake again, in surplus Just so there’s enough to go round I’ll end the day without a sound.

It’s the moment we’ve been waiting for: When the sky is drawn and the sun falls When the wingless bird takes flight And the morning echoes through the night. I don’t know if I can make it to the end I thought the beginning was painful Yet I haven’t seen a glimpse of amend. Will I even continue without distraction Perhaps I’ll fall for the main attraction Changing from within – false reaction? Miss the point until it is sharp enough to hurt Regretting spoken words never rehearsed Then pierce with an edge that wounds reality Feeling faint as the blade kills humanity.

when am i gonna learn..tell me when am i gonna learn its taking its toll..the fact that i dont burn. i can feel it when im silent and looking up at the sky and those sighs that take me over, eyes closed, those sighs.. or when im finishing off my deathly stick stubbing it out closing the window with a click, the heavyness bears upon me and although its gone within an instance, the feeling is intense, they think im positive..and nothing gets me down,sometimes i wish it did, so i could feel human just for a bit the pain or anger never stays..never give it time to sink…im already on my way, busy...

sleeping peace, dead to the world im protected wake up and i can scarcely remember what i saw, yet im subconsciencly affected, i prefer not to look into his eyes these past few weeks, but somehow im certain he knows ignoring calls, but i gave in coz i was bored, you say somethings up, but here i am cant u see i dont give a F***. its all making sense..but im practical. you F*** snake, iv been on to you slither away go, but dont leave a trail you let yourself down..left too many clues these months and im so used to you, its funny..funny till the last day dont need to step back to understand your...

im slipping away,back to destruction that i once took for something that fuelled me. im not giving a F***,following my own instruction, dancing those steps that the devil traced, going back to my hedonistic state.. iv had enough of being this, giving into myself, but still its hit and miss, shedding my skin im wrigling away the darkness shines and its guiding my way enticing me away from you and all that you do. one step forward and two steps back, you cant save me, im loving this track that im walking, if you could see me the fire in my eyes would make your love bleed, i dont know where these...

trying to stay in control of this spinning world that sucked me into the game of emotional goals, i get told not to lock myself away, but to be loved is to step into a new world, and give into a never ending day. im a paradox im a contradiction, doing nothing & anythin to fullfill evryones prediction living life my own way,surrounded by many that are fake, u snake im onto your game… seeing through you is something so easy to do, im getting bored, your lines are nothing but lies, not my beef your guna be walking your own streets, what goes around comes around ,whats hidden is always found,...

he said the worst mistake he made was picking up a cigarette i see no problem,we wana slowly die, the needs being met. my head kills and im falling apart the way i turn away is what F*** me up from the start, this is a mixture of everything difrent pains difrent matters laid out..nothing missing my bodys in pain and i can barely think chains around my ankles this time no fight as i slowly sink, heaven around me and my hearts yearning hell beside me and im slowly burning F*** knows anymore, in Him i place my trust yet im downing poison, it keeps my soul hushed, God just please wont you quicken the...