I really need to get something off my mind. I am really kinda sick and tired of reading , every day, of the ills and bad wills and atrocities happening in the world today! I want and deserve and am entitled to live in a peaceful world of plenty and I expect SOMEONE to formulate a plan, and execute said plan , and fix the pestilence of this world; I demand these things be done NOW!

While this Someone is fixing this planet I DO NOT WISH TO BE DISTURBED ! I will offer my full support to this endeavor as long as no one expects ME to actively DO anything as I am entirely too busy assuring that my own comforts and desires and goals are being achieved while this undoubtedly arduous process is being consumated.

I truly believe that if the PEOPLE will get behind this plan and push for its execution promptly, The Worlds ills can be cured before the beginning of the NFL 2016 season.

Thank you for your support !

homeland concentrate

Sometimes I am overwhelmed by the beauty and peace and ugliness and violence I encounter on the streets of the U.S. I fire up the old desktop and check my local weather, check the lakelevels of the local reservoirs, Skim the sporting situation around the world and delve into the bitter,daily violence that is reportedly running rampant around my country.
A horrible man in Texas killed some policemen, and the next day,1500 miles away, a couple of “cops” killed a street vendor. 3000 miles west of there a semitruck damaged a bridge causing a partial collapse that crushed a car killing a 12 yr. old girl.Hundreds of miles to the north and 1300 east, news reports that young men living in slumlike conditions were found to shoot each other at greater rates than any where else in the country.
Meanwhile a few miles from the town I call home, a lady and her children ran out of gas on the highway and a curmudgeonly looking old hippie stopped his pickup truck and reaching into the bed of his truck produced a container of gasoline and immediately poured it into the ladys fuel tank and sent her on her way. A church on the north side of town opened their doors and distributed donated food to the less fortunate residents of the town.A group of lawyers and bankers sued an old woman for her deceased husbands medical bills and evicted her from her home.
Hundreds of miles east a deranged individual knocked an old woman out of her car and drove it across town to purchase drugs, while two miles south of him a group of inner city kids got together and dragged trash out of the mighty Mississippi River.
A group of folks who think more of animal welfare than the well being of their neighbors staged a drive intended to raise funds that will hopefully keep every puppy in the country in chew toys and alpo for the rest of their lives, while across town some homeless people cuddled up with their strays cats while trying to find shelter from the summer sun.
On the west coast the surfers were counting sharks, while their compadres on the southeastern tip of the opposite coast were counting manatees and alligators and such stuff.
In the midland a group of builders donated their skills to raise a community building while across the state a man drove away from the service station without paying for his gas.
Yes, I admit that I am overwhelmed by the ferocity of society but I am likewise overwhelmed by the generosity of our citizens. I am overwhelmed by the diversity of our peoples but I am just as overwhelmed by the sameness of our people. Never will our population be a smooth homogenous mix immediately recognized as having expected responses to any particular stimulus. But there is one certainty that I hold near to my heart. When the media begins reporting equally and without prejudice about all the activities of our varied populace and folks gain an understanding of the scale of the land they call home and realize that a few manners and a bit less selfish behavior could lubricate the skids of society, then a new era of understanding and acceptance will come to pass and no one will have anything to worry or complain about.
Personally, I am not going to hold my breath till that time comes.

I am wondering again

I have been thinking and wondering a little bit lately. All right, you have caught me in my lie. I have been delving into my soul and pondering the universe and blaming God at the same time I have been begging for guidance. I have worn the stairs of my mind into a ramp fit for the disabled me that I have created while wondering “Why?” Why, where and when did I fall so far out of touch with myself that I was waking to a new bed partner even though I have taken to sleeping alone these days.[figurative] I no longer recognized me.

Sure, I have been wading through many changes in my life recently, changes in my body as I age concern me as does the perception that people do not seem to see me as I am accustomed to being seen. Has everyone really changed so much ? Or is there some radical change in my persona, some shift in my paradigm that I have yet to accept or adjust to ?

Stepping back, looking at my self from a third party view, reviewing my thoughts, memories and feelings revealed much to me that I have forgotten. With the depreciation of some skills comes the appreciation of some new and I am just learning more useful ways of expressing them. In short, there does seem to be some illumination in my night, a light at the end of the proverbial tunnel.

The lyrics , ” I am a mirror ” from an old song acted as a trigger in my mind ; they reminded me how I have used the reflections of folks off myself as a tool of understanding. I also realized that I was accepting those reflections of myself from others as gospel proof of self, that is to say I was believing in someone elses propaganda.

I do not think that there are enough words or enough time to succinctly communicate my ideas of what I have been through over the past few years, but I do know deeply now, that the disparaging thoughts and words of those folks with a bent to tear others down while intending to make themselves taller in comparison, should not be dismissed as coming from harmless, mean people, but should be taken seriously and fearlessly and they should be set firmly into their place at the trough from which they feed. And though I do feel pity for those who choose to follow such vermin, I no longer have a need for such weakness of character in my life and these people shall have to wallow in the mire created when they forgot to think for themselves.

Anybody want to dance ? ; )

New Age

Pushed away at every turn
Why did I spend all that time
Trying to learn
Everything important in the world today
To then hear the man spurn me away?
I did my part
And grew up strong,
I won’t be told that
I am wrong.
I paid my dues and now the news
I hear falls hard on anxious ears.
I’m the one
Strong, bright and young
And all I need
Is only my due.
So why cant I have what I want?
Now, I mean.
All I did was all I was told,
“Work hard young man
This will all be yours,
One day.”
So now is my time
Is that so much to ask ?
Me and mine
Are the new generation.
The best you know,
They told us so.
I know.
Ive been told.
I am bold.
So why can’t I,
I mean…….now?

Graduation, Independence, Life

It does not change much from year to year, Does it ?

For Seth: Smiles,Fears,Love and Tears, They are all yours now.
Patience, Grandson ; )

Please,be Careful

Far below where the common-folks go
Are basements and caverns and holes
Barred and chained at the top
Meant to keep prying eyes out
For the safety
of the wives and children

But curiosity kills the cat
So crafty minds pick and pry
Try to loosen chains
and unlock locks
And attempt to peek
behind the walls
That forbid the seeing.

When the maelstrom rises
And dismay abounds
When the dust has settled
And order resounds
The clear eyed sleuth
Can then clearly tell
The abyss was secured
From below, from hell.

Aint that Special

I know that I am special because there are hundreds of thousands of stars in the skies and a few of them are mine. Now do not get me wrong I did not “make” them and hang them in their respective spaces and I certainly did not purchase them in either a big box store or on the ‘net. They simply appeared to me on deep dark nights when the emotions of life overcame me and I called out for someone to hear. They appeared in the evening as the sun settled down as if to look in on me before I drifted off into slumber. They announced themselves by finding cracks and shined their light around the curtains of my mind and brought with them a sense of warmth and concern and peace. I know that I am special because somewhere along the line, I was gifted the ability to see them and recognize them for what they were! Mine, especially mine. Heartfelt thanks for all my Stars.


I am finding that while I sometimes think that I have some insight into the human condition and how the passage of time and the circumstances of life affects people , and enjoy the process of putting these feelings into words; I am horrible at taking my own advice. I do not transition well . ( That IS a verb, isn’t it ? ) lol ; )