"No I don't wanna battle from beginning to end, I don't want a cycle of recycled revenge, I don't wanna follow Death and all his friends........"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_wcRxGbqdU
Death and All His Friends by Coldplay
Above is the best song from Coldplay's latest album.
Last nights U.S. Open Women's Final was a great display of tennis. Serena Williams beat Jalena Jankovic 6-4, 7-5 to claim her third championship. I really enjoyed the match and the Sunday night New York drama. It was more entertaining than any of the Sunday football I saw. Well except for pretty boy Tom Brady getting hurt and screaming like a girl, that was entertaining.
So below is my latest rant about the city of London, where I live.
A City’s Beauty Tainted By Beggars and Squeegee Kids
The word beautiful might not be an appropriate word to describe a city. There is too much metal and there is too much concrete. The metal rusts and the concrete cracks, dirt and dust covers. But a city like all of us does contain many beautiful elements. There are its trees, rivers, ponds, parks but most importantly its people. London contains many beautiful people representing many races and cultures. Many of these are celebrated through summer parades or festivals. What taints London’s internal beauty is a collection of beggars. Most of them can be found in front of stores along Richmond and Dundas. We have all been asked for change and some of us might have even given some. Personally I think there are adequate social services in place throughout the city which would allow the city to ban this sort of activity. One of these days, the beggars who stand on the island at the intersection of Richmond and Oxford are going to cause a major accident. I am surprised this has not happened already considering the volume of pedestrian and vehicular traffic. It is simply dangerous having these beggars darting in and out of traffic, drivers fumbling around for change while trying to watch the changing lights. There are enough distractions caused by construction already. The other problem I have is with the Squeegee kids who do the same thing, usually setting up shop beside the Scotiabank. They are a complete nuisance and are also going to cause a major accident one of these days. But what I saw the other night on Adelaide street was completely disrespectful to a London landmark. They had set up all their buckets, rags and other paraphernalia on the steps of the Banting House Museum. I am not sure how long they were there but it was certainly long enough to create an eye sore. The solution to the problem is not hiding them away and ignoring the problem. If these people need help, they should be helped in the right direction towards a shelter or a hospital. The city of London and its law enforcement officials should do a better job of removing these eye sores. With thousands of new younger eyes entering the city for their education, it would be a shame to think their impression of London is one of beggars and squeegee kids.
"I see God upon the ceiling, I see angels overhead and he seems so close as he reaches out his hand, we are never quite as close as we are led to understand.."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZIXCjVbrPo
When I Dream of Michelangelo by Counting Crows from August 30 in Cincinnati Ohio.
I wrote the following last night.
Untangled
New introductions are made
They quickly begin to fade
Faces linger longer than names
Opportunity is easily lost
After she says goodbye
Resigned to leaving alone
Home is its most lonely
On rainy Sundays in September
Her sparse furniture unwelcoming
A novel and a cat become company
When her bed is left unoccupied
I am potential but highly unlikely
She should know this by now
Excuses arrive plentiful like stars
When the almost autumn sky is clear
Clouds surround my heart everyday
Committing to anything is hard for me
I am a hypocrite of romance and hope
These words lie like a drunk beggar
Looking is an excuse for not finding
What could very easily be found
The right person is actually real
If you are really trying to find them
But if you are afraid like me
There is no shortages of reasons
Why they do not exist or are gone
Eventually time will make this true
Leaving behind a body of loneliness
One with great potential for happiness
Should its owner admit to fearfulness
Stressing patience and understanding
Not everything has to be untangled
On a Saturday night in September
Some of it can be left for another time
When the hands are steadier and stronger.
09/07/08
Autumn is coming soon to smile upon all of us and in its plethora of colours we will find everything we need.
jr.