Object Of My Affection

Love.  It remains ethereal without an object for it's affection. The heavenly solution, is love of love itself.  There, in this divine bliss, we may exist for a time.
As God in Heaven created Hell,  Love is lost without knowing Evil.  To truly exist in love, we must recognize our presence in it.
Evil birthed so that love may thrive.
Of Heaven or Hell...only one can be chosen as an object for Love's affection.  

Abandoned

We are alone.  Created in His image,  and flawed, in His image. He has given up on us and started a new project in the outer limits of the galaxy. He came to us, and we killed Him. Crucified Him. Flesh of man pleading forgiveness from His own spirit. Forgive them...for they know not what they do.
Poor Jesus Christ.  Taking human form...and getting the real fix on His own creation.  Only to find us incapable of true faith.
God has left us.  Abandoned us.  Frustrated and broken,  He no longer holds a place for us in Heaven.  My God, My God....why have you forsaken me?
A pocket of marbles.  One left to roll into the gutter never to be found again. We are alone. An experiment in faith failed.  Love that never revealed itself.  A dim and withering ember slowly consumed by the vast darkness. The heavy breath of emptiness offers no life for flame.
God has abandoned us.  There is no longer a place for us at the table of the Lord. He has turned away in dismay  and left us abandoned.  Decided that we deserve to die.  That eternity was not meant for us. Not evil, but irrelevant. Not alive, but undead. Forgiveness is now unnecessary. Mistaken existence. Flaws that can only disrupt perfection. He is gone.

On Tax Day....Listen to BLACK MAN CLAY !............

RUNAWAY SLAVE - BLACK MAN CLAY -LIVE.mpg: http://youtu.be/qJq7ea88ZBg

'Cause everybody got a little runaway slave in'em...!!!

RUNAWAY SLAVE - BLACK MAN CLAY -LIVE.mpg: http://youtu.be/qJq7ea88ZBg

On Tax Day....Listen to Black Man Clay!...

  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dLg1PZmXe8&feature=youtube_gdata_player

'Cause everybody got a little runaway slave in'em...!!!  

   

Men and Love

When my friends and I were younger, and in the dating scene....we tried just about everything to get a girl to look our way. A big cheesy smile.   A smile AND a wink.  A prolonged and obvious stare. Cheeks full of breath mints and your sweaty arm pits  lavishly graced with the gallon of Cool Water cologne you coaxed from the bathroom attendant. Perhaps a small  flexing of the 'guns'  for her pleasure... while rolling up your shirt sleeve. Blurting an   obvious compliment as she and her friends passed....
Remember to make eye contact first!
Size up her boobs and ass when you 'think' she's not looking!

It's difficult ...to be both  desperate ..AND  sly.  We knew to look for that reassuring 2nd glance from her as she passed you at the bar.  We men have come to know,...that  ladies are MASTERS  of using peripheral vision....and will only pay you the courtesy of  acknowledgement using that subconsciously refined skill.

But sometimes,...after they have passed you,.. they may take a quick glance back at you! As long as it wasn't accompanied by a scowl ,sneer, eye roll  or a middle finger,.... this second glance was YOUR CLUE!... that ...at least visually...she had some interest, and you should go talk to her.
 Of course, opening your mouth and actually attempting a conversation, might weaken that first impression.
 If you are interesting, funny, or sexy enough to capture her interest for more than a few minutes in conversation,  you will have to endure that  often fatal... yet necessary... trip she takes to the restroom with her entourage of girlfriends , where they will discuss your fate!  She may never come back!
   
First impressions.

They begin the fantasy that is the first phase of all relationships.
 Lust.
Sex appeal.
 ...Infatuation.
   
As a few of our youthful years passed, there came a time when many of those ' second looks'  had become  "dirty" looks.
 Not realizing we had gotten a bit older and were perhaps eyeballing girls too young for us now, the teeny boppers we once impressed only saw us now as dirty old men!
   
Tiring of the rejection..we capitulated to  marriage.

For a man ,... this can be  a gigantic leap of faith,   knowing the odds are against success statistically.  Men think in these "logical" terms even though logic does not apply.

Divorce rate at 60%!
Am I really done with this scene?
Will I  have to get a job?
And somewhere lurking in the back of his mind... he realizes that  should he become a father, his paternal role may be reduced to strictly a monetary one.
   
Sometimes we marry for love...sometimes for lust...sometimes because of insecurity...or for all of the above!
When you are younger, and have security issues, you might marry simply to secure some SEX!.
 Finally!    You have found someone who will actually have sex with you!    And more than ONCE!
   
But it is nice to have someone know you...and actually likes who you are!
Someone besides your Mother,  that is !
 A grand compliment!
And marriage... a place to rest all of those insecurities spawned by the hundreds of rejections, eye-rolls,  and gagging gestures you received as a lonely desperate  sex-driven single man.

 
 For most men,   their lonely lives as wolves, pack-runners and fist-bumping wingmen was void of any real emotion, The  notion of love and real affection could not POSSIBLY  be conceptualized    before (at least)  two or three years  of mind-clearing testosterone dumping sex. At least!
 
Women are different creatures. Their thinking patterns,..  the clothes they wear,.. their  life decisions,... transcend logic and  are dictated by girlie feelings and wimpy emotions.
They have no need to explain things logically.
They were not creators of the fist bump.
They look  less at those 'guns'  you spent endless hours in the gym to make,  and more at your smile.
Pleasing them sexually includes pleasing them emotionally...a concept foreign to a blinded  young testosterone conquered male.
 
Women  love and hug each other openly, talk about almost anything to each other, and express emotions freely .
They take bubble baths alone and cry at the movies.
 Men do not.
 Crying at movies not allowed. No bubble baths alone!
 The only time in his life that he can express himself by hugging...kissing...actually exposing himself emotionally in those ways seemingly instinctive to women.... is when he has found love.

Poor hopeless schmuck!

Just a thought.

 Have a Happy New Year!

What Silence is Saying

                              You cannot hear it unless you listen..

                      Muted revelations.
                      The gaps in the conversation.
               Words unwritten held in captivity between the lines.
              Proverbial truths muffled by the pleasurable sound of your own voice.
                        Abysses....crevices...of information, lying in the void..
                        Screams of pain.   Joyous laughter.
                         Night falling.   A new day rising...

Take the time to listen to what silence is saying.  It's voice not part of the conversation, it wants you to hear what it has to say.  It harbors truths that cannot be put into words...

Dictator

      Dictated, overtaken, ruled, obliged, and puppeteered by perhaps the greatest motivator in all of us.  Fear, and the unknown.
       Fear.   It's face has never been seen...but it is ugly and monstrous. It is a snake in the grass, and the clap of thunder in the clouds. It is in new beginnings, and in old comfortable places we must leave. It's the first and last kiss.   Life is dictated by fear, even if it is lived in lustful contempt of it. For who would not concede to fear, fears fear itself. (THX FDR)
      Everyone fears.  And that fear dictates and guides us through a life of choices and unknowns. And like an alcoholic who is drawn to the relief of the stress of fear by consuming the drink which takes it away,  we are all drawn to the same subtle intangibles that fend this black hole that just may consume us. We must defend,   or if necessary...attack that ungodly fiend, lest it consume our illusions that are it's foe.   Happiness. Love. Hope.
     Fear becomes our friend, and our enemy. It consumes and immobilizes us....or it motivates us.   Introduce yourself  to this entity within. Begin to recognize your faceless dictator.

The Dealer

Battered and broken..."he" ....was ficticiously there  to offer them hope and relief.  But only for his own cursed benefit.  The weak.  The hopeless.  The despondent. The sad. He sought them. And like the right hand of Satan himself,  he offered them absolutely nothing....yet made it seem glorious.  Feigned and empty promises of peace .  Of euphoria.  Not the devil himself, but the purveyor of his deeds....he offered them freedom.  Freedom from the chaos inside. But they only found themselves prisoners in a vicious cycle of addiction....chained to substances that would not allow them to choose a return to that wonderful chaos....a time when they were unchained and endowed free will.   Free will now usurped by addiction.
      The dealer.  He is not the guy on the street....but one inside your own head.  Recognize him when he comes 'round with his bag of goodies. Your freedom is an undiscussed part of the sale.

Little Green Men

 

  Little green men. All too often the manufacturers of those salient thoughts of yours. Those wondrous new ideas....the impeccable inarguable logic...the vein and structure your mind has built through years of disseminating  right from wrong,  truth from unbearable falsities. Gathered from respectable ....venerable sources that your

instincts have taught you to revere.  And then allowed to permeate some hungry...some vulnerable ...braincells.  Through the mystical magical process of your own brain's center, cement together a seemingly genuinely original thought.  One that was yours, and yours alone ...pieced together and produced in proud and sanctimonious virginity.

      When humble, summon the sources of those salient and virgin thoughts and ideas.  Are they yours and yours alone?  Might they have been veered, captured, released , imagined, channelled, imprisoned, held hostage, absorbed gestated and  then repelled?  Has their absorption been impeded by training and indoctrination?  Which thoughts are yours....and which have been created by little green men?

What doesn't kill you....

It is weakness..not strength..that lets  a heart harden.  Better to stifle the raging pain than feel it.  Is there strength in blunting what is your human emotion?  Have you evolved in yourself a callousness that you consider strength?
    The strength is in keeping your ability to muster emotion. To feel,...to love,...and to love again. It is in weakness that you build a fortress to keep the pain in these emotions at bay.  If there is any truth to be found in the cliche'..."what doesn't kill you makes you stronger"....you must find out exactly what it is that you have made strong.  Is it the new barriers to empathy , love , or emotion?  To the passions that make you human?  What has made you stronger,  just may have killed the human inside.
Keep strong,  and do not build these barriers.  Your humanity is your strength....

The End of the World

     Not when...but where.  At the tip of your nose.  This is the place that it ends, for most of us.  God-given talents did not include telepathic empathy.  Never to enter the phanteron of your brothers.  Wallowing  in the swirling currents of your own mind.  Your fantasy projected onto a blank screen of human flesh.  Your vision a feeble guess.
     Your belief in the brotherhood of man is what allows you any faith or trust in anyone.   We all belong to the same spirit,  in which faith in it allows the sight of it. Without this faith,  you are forever in the darkness.  Alone.
       You need not search for faith.   You were born with it.   You live with it daily.  You embrace it with every breath of air.  Discovering it again will allow you elusive empathy.  Not breaking through the phanteron,  ....becoming it  through osmosis in .....recognition....of the faith with which you were born.   Embrace it,  so that you may live beyond....the end of the world.....

Tea Party Is Over

    Should you attempt to rebel against the tax tryanny of your government , what would be your fate?   An escape into the wooded wilderness until the revolution is won?
      From each according to his ability, and to each according to his need?  The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few,....or the one?     When did Marxist communistic principles replace the values of individual liberty and freedom?   It has been a slow assimilation,  as the greatest fears of the ideological architects of  America are realized.  We  have allowed governments to usurp our lives and freedoms, as we are mired in regulation and as our lives are unwillingly swallowed by the ever growing black hole of government.  Tea?    The audacious spirit of rebellion that fueled this world's most important revolution is gone.  The tea party is over. There are no flames to fan, no embers to coax.  Desperately cooing a soft wind  over the cold ashes  is futile.    Fear has extinguished the fire and caged the soul that would dare stand in defiance of this awesome oppression.

Homogenized

   Your most important decisions have been made for you. Have a passion?  Dare to dream an idea??  First you must unbury it from a coupla hundred years of law and regulation.  "Ignorance is no excuse."...even though years of law school still makes for battle in the courtroom.  Law libraries whose volumes stack the walls from floor to ceiling. Fictional battles fought on what is between the lines. Years of preparation for a single case. And more laws to come.
      It is too late to unbridle yourself and run the plains. Fences strung too high and too often. You must stay with the herd, chomp at the bit, and wear blinders. You must quell the flames inside of you until the point of an internal combustion.
      You have become homogenized. Your spirit stymied to save the system. You are no good, for the common good.  "We"  will decide the virtue of your existence...the value of your ideas....the validity of your religion....the limits of your liberty...the time and place of your "free" speech. Yes, you ARE the 99%...and don't you forget it!!

Oppression Frees

       Power to the people will come from taking it away.  At the point of futility will come a climax. There will be action, or concession. You will be offered a final choice ....your soul freed to make it.
       It is "personality"  that proscribes what stays, or what goes... when passing through the sifter that is one's own mind.  Through common threads of association or repetition, what enters can be captured and kept. But what truly becomes the heart of the man...what permeates each softened cell and changes it's structure....is a matter of his formed ( or malformed) character and personality. Your vortex of action or concession is a very personal one. Perhaps your last choice of free-will has already been made..
      "You only have power over people as long as you don't take everything from them. But when you've robbed a man of everything, he's no longer in your power....he's free again." (Alexander Solzhenitsyn, In The First Circle 1968).
       

It's Not About You!

Rationalized behavior.  Sordid deeds. Tasteless tidbits of salted morality made palatable to your conscience,   your selfish and evil doings unguilted by a simple rationale.   "It wasn't about you!"
So your heart remains unscathed ....as your actions lash and scar those you have hurt. For your cause was greater than their injury...your ideal worth their pain...your selfish desire a fruit worth plucking from their tree,... when your branches are bare.
A convenient escape from the grip of conscience is to bolster the thought that "It's not about you!"......................when it should have been.

Hover

The forest through the trees.  Outside the box.  Finding the round peg for the round hole. Lifting the fog.  Gaining perspective. Getting rid of baggage. Smoke and mirrors. Little white lies. Manipulative bastards. Relentless beradings. Abusive psycopaths. Selfish motivations. Frivolous endeavors. Loveless relationships. Cultish beliefs. The eye of a hurricane.  Buying a used car. Donning darkened or rose-colored sunglasses....

 Hover.

Lift yourself...and hover, as if from above.  Stay there a while. Have a cup of coffee and remove those shades.
And then, re-immerse yourself with new understandings and perspectives. Your humanity requires it.  Your sanity depends on it.....

Can Fate be Tempted?

Fate.   Your journey there a tightrope on a tangled web.  Adrift in swirling currents that lead to only one destination.  Predetermined for you,  you may see it coming ! Perhaps you will attempt to steer your vessel in another direction when the shores of your fate finally come into fair view.  Or might you sail victoriously towards your destiny?

    Fate.  It's existence clear,  but it's whereabouts unknown..   Is it lurking in the fog ...waiting to sneak up behind you and grab you in the darkness?  Murky waters created by your panicked strokes to the opposite shore?   Dim-lit features obscured by your own cursed fantasies?  

   But there it is.  Once you have found it,  it's existence not so mysterious.  It had been there all along! 

    Fate exists, but it's place is not always fixed.  And it is not alone.   It can be tempted...once recognized, if your imagination allows for it.  We may run and hide in an attempt to avoid capture.  We can choose our destiny at times exercising free-will.  We can create fates that are God-forsaken,   or that are awe-inspiring.   We can lure fate to us,  or cautiously avoid it until we find another.  We can choose at times to accept it.  And at times it will choose for us.  We may choose to tempt it with the ultimate lure of our frail existence.  It has a mind of it's own,  and a personality .....that exists  and flourishes only with the aid of our own imagination.  Tempt it if you must.  It's response is your own creation. 

   

Robin Williams Suicide Note

none needed.   We are sorry for your pain.

Night falls
and no-one listens.
Why can't they hear the
screaming as
night falls?
Tell them to listen to the
night falling...
I blink my eyes and the
darkness stays with me, so I
squeeze them tightly and
imagine there is daylight.
Taking on the world
of a blind man to sheath
the reality of night...
No one hears the night falling.
But I have heard this sound
oh, most apalling
more often than the 'crack of dawn!
Why do they only hear the screaming
when they are asleep
and dreaming?
Tell them to listen
to the reality
of night falling...

The Humble Narcissist

This is new territory for me.  I am about to apologize.  This is not easy for me. But I know it's the right thing to do.   And I am always right.

I am sorry that I was born like this.  Superior. If I could wish it away...I would!  But dammit.....I was born better than most,  a burden I must bear for the better of my race.  Unable to be subjugated by my subjugates.  Their puny minds.  Miniscule and meaningless.    Cumbersome weight of their soul-less carcasses carried by me! 

I am about to apologize...because it's he right thing to do.   And I am always right.   I am sorry you were not born with the gifts I possess.  I have no empathy ... because I cannot ...and will not...comprehend your daftness.  I have shit on you because I am an ass in your view.   And that is what asses do. I am not without conscience you know.  I just have no need for one!  Wrong is something that I am incapable of doing.
I am about to apologize, and it's not even my fault!   Please accept my place here.  It is your place to shine my shoes,  and it is my place to scrape the gum off of them, I guess.   I am sorry for your contempt.  As I live the dream....you are probably daydreaming while staring into a mop bucket and an empty 'fridge.  It is not easy being me.   I am sorry you don't understand.
There!  I've done it! Apologized.   It was easier than I thought it would be. I knew I could do it!   I am ......The Humble Narcissist....

Paradox of Time

The paradox of time in history:
We have taller buildings but shorter tempers
Wider freeways but narrower viewpoints
We spend more but have less, we have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge but less judgement, more experts but more problems, more medicine but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values. We talk too much, listen too little, love too seldom and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living but not a life.
We've added years to our life but not life to our years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We have conquered outer space but not inner peace.
We have done larger things but not better things
We have cleaned up the air but polluted the soul.
We have split the atom but not our prejudice. We write more but learn less.
We have learned to rush but hate to wait. We have higher incomes but lower morals.
We have more food but less appeasement. We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication.
We have become long on quantity but short on quality...
These are the Times of fast food and slow digestion, taller men and short character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace but domestic abuse, more leisure but less fun, more food but less nutrition.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, of  fancier houses but broken homes.
These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer you up to putting you to sleep.
It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stock room.
A time when technology can bring you a letter and a time when you can choose to either just hit delete or to make a difference and get involved.
We can all choose to get bitter or we can choose to get better.
Let's all look out from the darkness and see the light....
 

What Really Happened?

It has been said that history is written by the winners.  And rewritten ...by politicians and biased motivations.  Did you ever wonder what really happened?   Have you any desire to validate versions of it presented to you through indoctrination?  Reveal truths previously unknown  by attempting to understand the perspectives of the minority, or of the loser?
It is time you rewrite history.  You can even write the carbon-copy of your indoctrination. But write it yourself, with knowledge gleaned from the underdogs. Truth and righteousness does not always win....Though everybody loves a winner...you just may be loving Satan himself....

Just in case you found your neighbor's mail in your mailbox this mornin'......

Just in case you found your neighbor's mail in your mailbox this morning'....

I absolutely love the post office,... it's hard working dedicated staff,... economical prices, ...efficient processing ...and fast delivery service!
 Friendly mailman is missing a few teeth, but always lends an ear to my life's problems. He only laughed with hardly any cursing when he stepped on a land mine in my front yard. ( pile of doggy -do-doo) . Although 750 people have asked him about the weather today, he still somehow comes up with a witty reply and beams that endearing toothless smile.!  :-)
 " You can keep the bills!". , I tell him. ....and he laughs like he's never heard that one before!
"Checks, I only want checks!"....and he laughs again, joking that "he will take care of the gift cards!". Ahahahaha...he is such a joker!     Gotta love 'im! !!

Every once in a while, he will personally sponsor a neighborhood "meet-and-greet", ...by purposely delivering the whole block's mail to one box. A little minion of President Obama, practicing his community organizer skills!

His bosses must treat him really well, because it is reflected in the way he treats his customers. Cudo's to whoever is at the top of this priceless organization.!! We used to kid around that it was run by the mob! But no mob boss could keep'em smiling' like our happy, happy, dear toothless ever helpful, wonderful mailman!

I absolutely love the mail service, and just know it will be around for an eternity! That's why they made those "Forever" stamps , after all! 

When I reach the Pearly Gates, or the Fiery Pit....I just know there will be a package waiting for me there delivered by the United States Postal Service!!! And inside...inside will be some white-feathered wings, ...or a shovel and some well sharpened tines!    Even if I don't know the zip code!   Thank you...thank you...thank you U.S.P.S.!!!     

Fighting your Nature

Have you fought a lifetime's battle in attempt to change...what is innately YOU! There are aspects of your character that...even though you have challenged in an attempt to morph...or bury...or kill,    remain who you are. It's image blurred,  comes clear again from time to time, re-emerging or re-inventing itself ,  your efforts shown futile. There are aspects of your character you simply will never be rid of...

Speak Now, or Forever Hold Your Peace.....(by David Rakoff)

David Rakoff
Nathan at one of the outlying tables, his feet tangled up in the disc jockey's cables, surveyed the room as unseen as a ghost, while he mulled over what he might say for his toast. That the couple had asked him for this benediction seemed at odds with them parking him here by the kitchen. That he'd shown up at all was still a surprise. And not just to him, it was there in the eyes of the guests who had seen a mirage and drew near, and then covered their shock with a, "Nathan, you're here." And then, silence. They had nothing to say beyond that. A few of the braver souls lingered to chat. They all knew it was neither a secret nor a mystery that he and the couple had quite an odd history.

Their bonds were a tangle of friendship and sex. Josh, his best pal once, and Patty, his ex.

For a while he could barely go out in the city without being a punchline or object of pity. Poor Nathan had virtually become his new name, and so he showed up just to show he was game. Though his invite was late, a forgotten addendum. For Nate there could be no more clear referendum that he need but endure through this evening. And then, he would likely not see Josh and Patty again.

Josh's sister was speaking, a princess in peach. Nathan dug in his pocket to study his speech. He had poured over Bartlett's for couplets to filch. He'd stayed up until 3:00, still came up with zilch.

Except for instructions he'd underscored twice. Just two words in length, and those words were, be nice. Too often he thought our emotions betray us and reason departs once were up on the dais. He'd witnessed uncomfortable moments where others had lost their way quickly, where sisters and brothers had gotten too prickly, and peppered their babbling with stories of benders or lesbian dabbling, or spot on impressions of mothers-in-law Which true, Nathan thought, always garnered guffaws. But the price seemed too high, with the laugh seldom cloaking. Hostility masquerading as joking.

No, he'd swallow his rage and he'd bank all his fire. He knew that in his case the bar was set higher. Folks were just waiting for him to erupt. They'd be hungry for blood even though they had supped. They'd want tears, or some other unsightly reaction, and Nathan would not give them that satisfaction. Though Patty a harlot and Josh was a lout, at least Nathan knew what he'd not talk about.

I won't wish them divorce, that they wither and sicken, or tonight that they choke on their salmon or chicken. I won't mention that time when the cottage lost power in that storm on the Cape and they left for an hour. And they thought it was just the cleverest ruse to pretend it took that long to switch out the fuse. Or that time Josh advised me with so much insistence that I should grant Patty a little more distance. That the worst I could do was to hamper and crowd her. That if Patty felt stifled she'd just take a powder. That a plant needs its space just as much as its water.

And I shouldn't give Patty that ring that I'd bought her. Which in retrospect, only elicits a, gosh, I hardly deserved a friend like you, Josh.

No, I won't spill those beans, or make myself foolish, to satisfy appetites venal and ghoulish. I will not be the blot on this hellish affair. And with that, Nathan pushed out and rose from his chair. And just by the tapping of knife against crystal, all eyes turned his way, like he'd fired off a pistol.

Joshua, Patricia, dear family and friends, a few words, if you will, before everything ends.

You've promised to honor, to love and obey. We've quaffed our champagne and been cleansed by sorbet, all in endorsement of your hers-and-his-dom. So now let me add my two cents' worth of wisdom.

I was racking my brain sitting here at this table until I remembered this suitable fable that gets at a truth, though it may well distort us. So here with the tale of the scorpion and tortoise.

The scorpion was hamstrung, his tail all aquiver, just how would he manage to get cross the river? The water's so deep, he observed with a sigh, which pricked at the ears of the tortoise nearby.

Well, why don't you swim, asked the slow-moving fellow. Unless you're afraid, I mean, what are you, yellow?

It isn't a matter of fear or of whim, said the scorpion, but that I don't know how to swim.

Ah, forgive me, I didn't mean to be glib when I said that. I figured you were an amphibian.

No offense taken, the scorpion replied. But how bout you help me to reach the far side? You swim like a dream and you have what I lack. Let's say you take me across on your back.

I'm really not sure that's the best thing to do, said the tortoise, now that I see that it's you. You've a less than ideal reputation preceding. There's talk of your victims all poisoned and bleeding. You're the scorpion, and how can I say this, but well, I just don't feel safe with you riding my shell.

The scorpion replied, what would killing you prove? We'd both drown. So tell me, how would that behoove me to basically die at my very own hand, when all I desire is to be on dry land?

The tortoise considered the scorpion's defense. When he gave it some thought, it made perfect sense. The niggling voice in his mind he ignored, and he swam to the bank and called out, climb aboard.

But just a few moments from when they set sail, the scorpion lashed out with his venomous tail. The tortoise, too late, understood that he'd blundered when he felt his flesh stabbed and his carapace sundered. As he fought for his life he said, tell me why you have done this for now we will surely both die?

I don't know, cried the scorpion. You never should trust a creature like me because poison I must. I'd claim some remorse or at least some compunction, but I just can't help it, my form is my function. You thought I'd behave like my cousin the crab, but unlike him it is but my nature to stab.

The tortoise expired with one final quiver, and then both of them sank, swallowed up by the river.

The tortoise was wrong to ignore all his doubts, because in the end, friends, our natures will out.

Nathan paused, cleared his throat, took a sip of his drink. He needed these extra few seconds to think. The room had gone frosty, the tension was growing. Folks wondered precisely where Nathan was going. The prospects of skirting fiasco seemed dim, but what he said next surprised even him.

So what can we learn from their watery ends? Is there some lesson on how to be friends? I think what it means is that central to living, a life that is good is a life that's forgiving. We're creatures of contact. Regardless of whether we kiss or we wound, still we must come together.

Though it may spell destruction, we still ask for more, since it beats staying dry, but so lonely on shore. So we make ourselves open, while knowing full well it's essentially saying, please, come pierce my shell.

Silence doesn't paint the depth of quiet in that room. There was no clinking stemware toasting to the bride or groom. You could have heard a petal as it landed on the floor. And in that stillness Nathan turned and walked right out the door.

Live Forever!!

      Perhaps the greatest tool in the hands of social constructionists is their manipulation of your fear.  Most people fear the unknown.     What is the ultimate unknown , and so the ultimate fear?   Death.
       But have no fear. You can live forever!!    It isn't free.   You must die a little on the inside,  and accept the imprisonment of your soul....as you sell it to keep your body alive. What will you take from others....What will you sacrifice within yourself ...to keep your body alive as your soul slowly withers?
     " It is better to die the death of a hero than to live the life of a coward"....---Charles Woods,  father of Tyrone Woods,  Navy SEAL killed in Libya terrorist attack...in a letter to President Obama.

Hope's Clutches

     We are not bad people. We are not lazy and unthinking. We care. We like to live and love. We like to help.  We like to dream.  Immobilized by some undiscovered flaw in the grand experiment that is our Constitution....our ability to dream has become stifled and our persuit of happiness caught up in a convoluted quagmire .  So we hold on to hope. The situation seems out of our control, and without hope, it seems the only alternative is hopelessness. In truth , we have chosen predictability....security....over the potential chaos and insecurity that comes with a soul set free.  Maybe..just maybe...if I curl up in a little ball and hope enough...and pray enough, I'll never have to leave my comfort zone to effect change.  Beware  the shackling nature of hope. It may trap you in a dreamstate of complacency.
      It's time to let go of these things that hold you. It's time to leave the things that keep you here. Help yourself end...the struggle that gets you nowhere.  This security of hope, will end in despair!  Daylight comes , and you close your eyes...and dream of night forthcoming. And when night comes...you dream again!   Precious hope is just a dream that gives you immortality..This hope that only muffles screams....screams that are reality.   Feel your fingers slipping from the clutches of HOPE.  What happens when you lose it?
        Time passes while you wonder. Time stands still while you wait.  It's time to let go of the things that keep you here.....to'leave the security of hope....

The Climax

     

You will be offered a final choice....your soul freed to make it.

Will you choose action,... or concession ? 

 

Have you conceded to the oppression?   There are many who have already.  Still as many who have not.  But so many have willfully traded the ideal of freedom, before ever having tasted it. 

 

Pass them  the gruel and the clouded water scooped from the swales..outside their own prison walls. For them,  a belly full replaces a soul empty. 

 

Keep me half alive until my dying day. 

I want to learn to savor the taste of gruel and deny the stench of  the clouded water that sustains me.  Imprison me, if you must......but keep me alive!   Freedom is not what I desire,   and I fear it! 

Keep me from the fear...the fire..the combustibility...the chaos...  . 

Feed them the soylent green of my soul and beg them to sustain  my bag of bones.  Passion's blood coursing might rupture my veins . 

Quiet my sinful soul, and slow the heart that feeds it.  

It is not freedom I desire,  except freedom from it's curse!  Let me walk among the living dead . Take my soul but sustain my body.  Extinguish the flames within me and let me walk amongst the sheep..

What I Win??

https://youtu.be/aUQkbXWwJhQ


                                               [click on the link above]
With each new law comes a new resriction on your liberty. The carnies are leading this three-ring circus ....local...state...and federal governments!
       The prize is your freedom.    Will you settle for a box of chicklets!?

Aftermath

     Organizing the chaos.  That is the burden wrought by establishing governments. Attempting to reign in processes of thought as whimsically as grasping hot air.  Arrogantly designing a system of dams and levies in a desire to direct the insanity which is the ebb and flow of the human mind and the human condition. When the dams fail, ...and the levies break,.....what will be left in the aftermath?
     The cursed chaos will resume, and it's insanity will cause no less harm than the governments attempts to organize it.  No doubt, when the floodwaters break....fear will have you feverishly filling sandbags to stop them.   But they have been held back for too long.
    When the water settles, ......who will be left in the aftermath?   Those who were left holding empty bags for sand, ...or those that took to higher ground?......

Pre-Occupied: Occupy Wall Street?

  

  I am the 99 percent. I have been sold the American dream that has become a mirage.  My life has been pirated , and it's booty re-distributed. I work for unknown reasons to fund unkown causes in unknown lands. I pay with my working life in indentured servitude to "the system".  I am a slave.  I cannot choose true freedom, lest I be jailed, ostracized , or portrayed a leech. I pay for my illusion of freedom with my working life.

      I don't have time to "occupy" Wall Street, Main Street, or any street because I am hard at work paying income taxes, sales taxes, property taxes, required insurance taxes, and hoards of hidden taxes including , social security taxes, medicare taxes, electricity taxes,   gas taxes, utility taxes  resort taxes, convenience taxes, FCC land and cell phone surcharge taxes,   finely printed obscured   taxes that are re-labeled as "fees".   If I want to access "the system", I must pay with my life.    In order to be free, ....I must be a slave to this society.

      I am "pre-occupied".... and cannot make it to Wall Street. I am the 99%  who bought into the dream only to be sold down the river.   A subtle oppression.
   "...until the next revolution"   -elrok-

Choosing Sides

You will sometimes be told this cliche'd phrase by the "enlightened".....who would like to help you open your mind.....and understand that there are "two sides to every story"....( or argument. ).    Thank you,  you shining beacon of truth!   There was only darkened and dunned prejudice before you made me see the light.  Your incandescence has set aglow the darkened corridors of my mind, where once only shadowy beasts were able to hide amongst the cobwebs .....hiding golden nuggets of truths I have never seen before!  Thank you,  enlightened souls,   whoever you might be.....for your innate omniscient knowledge of my unknown perspectives!  With wings.....I will soar......with eagles eyes on all beneath me that was once obscured!  (Perspective pries your once weighty eyes and gives...you...wings!.). (INCUBUS, " Nice to Know You")

Beware!  Of this cursed enlightenment!  Many times ....these well informed and self-proclaimed open-minded individuals,   have heard two sides....FROM THE SAME PERSON! (or source) .   Is that really hearing two sides?
Herein lies one of the greatest examples of why you must STRIVE...to be a free-thinker.  Examine your sources,  and your own bias and prejudice. Discover the wealth of information and truth that can only be found in the blank spaces...between the lines. Be skeptical of your own tendencies toward propaganda and indoctrination.   Trusted friends who see both sides,  may have only one source for their knowledge.   Perhaps a biased source....
Think of the times when you have accepted that there are "two sides to every argument",   and have gathered your knowledge from only one ...biased...source. Though you feel an omnipotence.....you may be wallowing in spoon-fed ignorance.

The State of the Onion

Once again, the state of the onion is bringing me to tears. No matter how I slice it.
 It is a "strong" onion!   Not a vidalia, but an obama  onion.  Inarguably rankerous.
 I would like to know just exactly who to thank for the state of this onion.  If it was a vidalia onion,  then the state of the onion would be Georgia, and I could probably thank Jimmy Carter. But since it is an obama  onion, I am not sure of what state to thank. Is Kenya a state?  I would like to find out the truth about this onion's state!
 Someone ....just tonight...was trying to give me their opinion on this onion's state.  But this is my onion,  and I think I will form my own opinion .  From here.., it stinks.!  But this guy is all he way up in Washington D.C...and he keeps telling me that my onion doesn't stink.
  Hey dude, I think I am a little closer to this onion than you are. I think it might be just a little bit difficult to truly understand the state of my onion from way up there.  I'm telling you....it really stinks. 

The Miracle of Death

Death is a miracle.  Though not often thought of in that way, it is as much a miracle as birth.  Most think of death as the end.....and birth as the beginning. Birth is spirit embodied, death ...spirit freed.   The spirit had been there all along.
Examine the MIRACLE.....of Death!    Marvel it's wonder.
It is something that you can't live without....

Unseen

There are things that
          gently rave the placid plains
of Egypt
Never noticed
   Steadily
      They work.
        They wander
There are times and places
             steadily making their mold
  on us
Often rising
    Leaving
       Many things
               To ponder.
These things that gently rave the placid
                   plains of Egypt
These things that slowly mold
             our lives and our souls....

Obama Cares

Who cares about your health?  Why, it's the guys on the corner of Happy and Healthy!  Walgreens!   They care, because they can profit....You are a patron  for the quality of their service and convenience...
Obama Cares!   Of course he does!   Government's prodigy thinks he has found the eternal profit of your vote,  and amorous benefit to his cause .   The Communist Democratic Party.
     Does he care about your health, or quality of life?  Most certainly,  so long as you become subservient to your government...and are hammered into the mold he has made for you. Like the devil himself ,   he will offer you feigned and empty promises of nothing....yet make it seem glorious...
Obama Cares.   But what does he actually care about?  Pompous and self-righteous,  his pride is at stake.  He will say whatever it takes to save it.

Foreshadowed

   Oh....the days and years I have known this man. This man , who was once a boy and could never have imagined this day....
     As I gazed inside the mirror...a terrible fright sent chills through my bones and shrank my skin!  ....for the man there was someone I did not know.
     Staring back in a lifeless gaze was a body empty of spirit. And...as if a soul hovering gently over it...was studied from outside of it.
     Who was this man?  That was known,   but not recognized at the moment. The body had separated from the spirit.....and that spirit watched from a close distance.
      A momentary separation of body and soul. Perhaps, their parting was unexpected and frighteningly foreign?  Or perhaps there was an obscure  recognition of each...and the astounding effect of realizing their individuality.
     Whatever the case,  I wish to keep my spirit aloft now and again,  watching as if remote...at times...seeing this man I have become.  We have been together for so long, yet rarely stop to recognize eachother.  My soul....removed from my body...saw lifelessness there.  My body...cold and frightened...empty and scared..
     For now , we work together in endless harmonious debate.  But we will separate once again when fear subsides..... for that moment...which instilled much fear and angst....we know we must experience again someday soon.

The Womb

     He was comfortable here. And for now , he wished to stay. To be carried in a gurgling warm ball of womb and be held without touching....feel love without having to show love....sleep while keeping others awake.   Inside this womb,  there was no need for blankets when it got cold.   Food was provided daily.  And when it rained....he never got wet...So when it came time to leave, he would  have none of it!  The primaeval course that sought to eject him from his warm and wonderful home....rhythmic pulses that would in increasing intensity,  attempt to repel this foreign body....booting it out onto the sidewalk of life.
      Those primeval forces will ultimately win.  And though it is sometimes imagined that you will keep eternal your home here,  the cord you held tightly in your gums may slip away....and wrap itself around your neck,  cutting off your life sources....perhaps damaging some of the brain cells that prove your humanity.
     The cold air and brash sounds will make you writhe in miserable uneasiness. You will spend the rest of your life trying to rid yourself of this uneasiness.  What womb will you create for yourself next?  

Silent Revolution

A  Revolution has begun. Can this one be realized without squeezing a trigger,  firing a cannon,  releasing toxic gases or loosing viral pandemics?   Is it possible a revolution can be won without sacrifice....that it can emerge and envelop existing paradigms born from the onset of civilization?  An upwelling of love and compassion built on a growing awareness and recognition that we are all brothers in humanity?
     No.
Greed will stifle any such revolution.  Utopia a concept left for Heaven.  Kingdom Come. Denial of evil's existence will only allow it to insidiously flourish. Endless sacrifice is necessary to keep it at bay.
      The silent revolution. Burgeoning effect of a population no longer stifled by ignorance or subdued by propaganda. Powerful forces will wage war to keep the status quo.  There will be a price to pay. But this revolution is underway...

Revolution is remedy for the resurgence of evil in an eternal battlefield for the human soul.

Unlawful Intent

The sickening pride of legislation.  From where does it emanate?  From a desire to have your name permanently etched in history?  Perhaps a need to achieve hero status, and save the world from themselves?  Year after year after year.....now 237 years of them federally...not to mention state, county, city, law and ordinances ....YOUR elected officials making things better for you by slowly eroding your freedom.  Is the list of things you "can't" do now greater than the "list" of things you "can"?
   

Because it is the law, does not necessarily make it right. The intent to curb and cage society for the common good ....works well for a society of sheep. We are not sheep.

    ".Nothing so needs reforming as other peoples habits.
Fanatics will never learn that, ...though it be written in letters of gold
    across the sky!
It is the prohibition that makes anything precious. ".  - Mark Twain
    Human nature....tell them they can't and they will want to all the more.
    The nature of sheep leads them to eventual slaughter...

Call in Sick

     

The weekend is finally here!   Freedom at last!  Two whole days unchained!  What'll it be?  Childhood revisited?   A two day endless summer?   Sand...surf....sun?  Perhaps some imbibed relief from the life you have chosen?   Or has it chosen you?
     

Chances are ....you work at a place that is in direct conflict with your religion. And your politics.  Yet ...eyes downcast,....you carry on.  Wearily marching forward ,  or becoming what you know to hate...in order to buy back a coupla days of freedom.
     

This is America!  You are free because someone told you it is so. Free to choose the entity to which you will sacrifice your soul .  Morality sacrificed in the name of productivity. Your body and mind  sold to gods and idols you have created for yourself.
      

What pieces of your soul have you sacrificed today?   Freedom ?  Have you cannibalized the reality in order to hold on to the fantasy?
      

 "Liberty is being free from the things we don't like in order to be slaves of the things we do like."     (Ernest Benn)

Election Results In! Verified!! Santa new Prez in 2013!

      He finally did it!   In a presidential race that proved closer than any in history....the results are final.  It seems that in an unlikely turn of events,  and a vain attempt to prove  machismo... both Mitt Romney aund Barack Obama  lost to Donald Trump in a spontaneous arm wrestling match in a small Irish pub in South Jersey. The stakes:   Drop out of the race if you lose.  If you win....well, you are not a wimp!
       Little did they know that under Donalds pale pencil pushing white arms, was millions of dollars worth of the best steroid technology known to man and Lance Armstrong. Both of them were pinned by Trump in seconds. Game Over!
     The third most votes went to, of course, SANTA CLAUS!   Disgruntled and apathetic voters finally got their wish.   What a day for history!
     No comment from Santa yet,  but we should expect a few words from him after his his annual sleighride around the world.    Can't wait to see what is left in his magical sack!
      Coming in behind Santa:
                                                  #2   Chuck Norris
                                                  #3   Mickey Mouse
                                                  #4  Chef Boy-ar-dee
                                                  #5  Tupok
                                                  #6 Easter Bunny
                                                  #7  Tooth Fairy
                                                  #8 Elvis
                                                  # 9  William Shatner
                                                 #10 Will Ferrell

Clinton's Personal Hell

Personal Hell.  I think that's where all of us hellbound will find ourselves. We won't be comingling in some seedy after-hours bar with Hitler, Stalin, Sadam , or with members of the occult.  We won't be chained to a pile of coal and whipped while stoking the flames of Satan's fiery pit .....we won't be holding hands while venerably chanting Lucifer's praises around the glowing lava.  Our Hell will be our own,  as we fall from our innocence and clamour to reclaim it.
      No matter what the history of the poor soul of Bill Clinton,  his personal Hell will be in clamouring to regain his innocence which was so publicly defiled.  He will never be free from it in this world...

Never Fear Your Government

   Ahh, yes!   The naive principles I latched onto as  a young boy. Simple concepts conveyed to me by complex men.....often leached into conversations over the dinner table.  Truths often debated,  but never denied. ...   for truth cannot be denied.  For many, integral to their own freedom, is freedom from fear.  Freedom from fear is to trust and have faith. To trust and have faith in government, is  a desire for freedom from fear.
      I say to you that it is important to fear your government, and that you should never fear your government.  Two seemingly opposite concepts that are both true.  The next time you pass a state trooper and your heart palpitates.....that's fear.  The next time you curse the IRS at tax time...but pay anyway knowing the consequences...that's fear. The next time you concede to the oppression in order to salvage the status quo..that is fear.  When you trade your freedom for the illusion of security...it is out of fear.
    Never fear your government.  It should never control you, and certainly  never through fear.


      

Women Vote Now

     A woman's right to vote just may have changed the world.  Battles...Wars...raised from hell and savagely fought for God or honor,  or perhaps from sheer boredom. Men battles. Real men. Macho men . Testosterone influenced instincts driving them to conquer and control, provide and prosper....persue and lead.

   Women vote now.  Bathed in maternal instincts which make them seek safety...security...protection for their children and families.  To nest.  To relax.  Either they chose to free themselves from the obvious oppression,  or men began to understand their value in a fast-changing world capable of destroying itself.
      We are no longer free to reign and conquer. Perhaps the idea was always just a fantasy propagated by women who were really always in control anyway. Females  , whose concerns about safety and security may have pulled us from the brink of destruction, and maybe even extinction. Or perhaps they have   lulled us all into  a  false Eden,....  voting ....to trade our  freedom for a false sense of security.
   

 Somehow, they have controlled us from an apples first bite. They control birth and our progeny. They have castrated us from the only thing that ever gave our lives true meaning......to conquer and wage war!    Perhaps one day, there will be an ultimate clash between the sexes,.......A "War of All Wars",......and it will be male against female....balls versus bosoms.....with the weight of gays determining the outcome....