HUH!?


Having a short memory does not mean that things are easily forgotten ! Having a short memory means not slamming doors that can be left open.Having a short memory means giving second and even third chances. Having a short memory means locking the doors tight when the door needs shutting. Having a short memory means rarely having to say you’re sorry !

Keep It Real


Questions abound, yeah they swirl about like trash blown before a whirlwind. Who are we? and why? and How in the world? They make passes and orbits around and through our minds. How indeed did we come to be?. Where we are heading as a human species can be answered only in our minds, and confusion reigns among the people.

So what will we say to pacify our innate curiosity; our fear of the unknown. Science I trust to explain how our bodies live, and how our race can perpetuate. Yes, genetic codes have been read, impossible biologic deeds have been made possible and even, at times the near dead are kept alive. Science explains well, if not completely, the physical self. Can it satisfactorily explain our beginning?

The physical bodies of all flora and fauna of the world have been proven, to all who can see, to be adaptable in changing climates and conditions. Gradual change over time is a necessary and desirable trait that leads to survival of all living things. Is this a definitive clue to our beginning?

Frustrating to me are questions pertaining to emotion, feelings of love and hate, forgiveness and revenge. So instruments can be and are made to read brainwaves and reveal the sections of the brain activated while the person feels such things. Can they reveal why these reactions are evolutionarily necessary for species survival? They cannot, but these phenomena are as real as the physical being. Science is not good at explaining emotion.

So we contemplate reason, the tool that enables us to determine a possible outcome sans all the pertinent facts. We love, admire, create, and hate with no particular goal in sight.  We are given free will, if you will, to determine within ourselves what may be wrong or right, regardless of outside stimuli.Science struggles to explain reason except through scientific reasoning which is determined by facts, or evidence when it is available.

We arrive at the feet of faith.  Faith in our fellow man, faith in our growing knowledge of the world, faith in our limited knowledge of the past, and faith ,for some,in a greater being than ourselves to watch over and guide us, or welcome us home after a life spent in the physical world. Faith allows an individual to concentrate upon his daily endeavours without worrying for a while of pain or death . Faith allows a sort of normalcy in the mind when the atrocities of life rage around the physical being. Science cannot explain faith, even though many place all their faith in science.

For me at least, I wonder why so much controversy stirs the populations of the world to debates and arguments and wars over what religion and/or  who’s science is real and necessary,  when reason dictates that learning and caring and living are all we need to survive.  Keep the faith, baby!

Take Aim


Does there exist in math or nature a truly straight line ? Is there any real, point to point, shortest distance path in the universe ? Outside of theory, I cannot conceive one.

Roads give way to the terrain encountered. Planes fly in arcs, though the objective route is directly penned, and even a laser must give way to gravity and friction and electromagnetic waves.

So why do people speak of ” the straight and narrow ” as the desired path through life. To hold up a standard as a guide to follow is a noble, if unattainable, gesture. I am sure that even the “judges” who rule on the violations of these standards step out of bounds occasionally.

A”point to point” assessment seems to me a reasonable target, though I realize that deviating thirty minutes on a two minute trip is mostly unacceptable.

The gist of this rambling composition can conclude with one straightforward conclusion. What is the point of a straight line approach to life if the line misses the target?       target?

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threehundredandsixtyfivedaysandsomehours


I have carried with me for the past few days a feeling that I was forgetting something.  I have been checking my pockets, Searching through my pickup, Looking in my drawers, [ My dresser drawers ! ], etc.  Today I realized that one year ago I dreamed up a name, filed a password and wrote my very first blog.

One year in the life of a man is a very short time so making a big deal of such a minor event seems to me a bit pretentious. So why is it that as I write these words, right now , my eyes well with tears and all the memories of the blogs, and the feedback and the sharing, overwhelm my senses ?

Could it be that the folks who have read me, communicated with me, disagreed with me and smiled with me are really REAL people ?

Thank you all from the depths of my very soul for inviting me and my ideas into your den. I refer to the blog as my den for here I am free to acknowledge my every whim, to vent my every frustration, to match hearts with some of the most giving REAL souls I have ever had the pleasure to meet.

Fellow READERS, and I say this because anyone who writes must therefore read, Thank you all for sharing your feelings, thoughts , fears and celebrations with me ! I am a better person for having met you all .

BTW    I do not intend to go anywhere that I cannot climb into the ‘net, so You will all have to put up with me for the forseeable future. [or not] Damned philosophy!

 

Happy holidays


I find myself looking forward to the coming holiday season with fantastic expectations demurred by the experience of experience. [ I only wrote that bit because I could. Poetic license is really cool ! ] Really, I sense a sort of gathering of the human spirit I have not before experienced, a sort of grasping for straws, but with the realization that the straws are within reach. Could it be that the monstrous acts around the world of late have succeeded in accomplishing a goal always dreamed of , but never reached in the memory of mankind; a simple united front against the powers that strive to tear societies apart in search of their own malicious goals?

I do strive to be a poet of sorts, a philosopher of a kind, if you will, and I think I am generally the eternal optimist over the long haul. [ though that bit of me MAY have been overshadowed by my anger as witnessed in some of my more recent posts ] So, what do I perceive the holidays to bring?

More atrocities and crimes against human kind, tempered with a continuing groundswell of people, determined to live lives, solidified in their inherent strength and abilities to overcome any forces intent on ruining the lives of the many in favor of the “privileged ” few , and a warm breeze of comfort and solidarity once the tempest is past. [ All right, perhaps not THESE particular holidays, but relatively quickly inasmuch as the world remains a very large place]

Patience IS a virtue, but the consensus may be that the time for patience is waning, and the time for the peace loving folk of the world to stand and be counted is drawing near.  May the holidays bring peace to the peace loving peoples and strife to those who wish to witness only division .

May God bless us all !   [Not just a few!]

To the really lost


Long it has been since I have found sooth in my writing. Tormented thoughts of a tormented world wrap themselves around my mind and threaten to  stifle the soul ; to annihilate the gracious moods of the season of peace. It could be that the perpetrators of violent, malicious acts intend that the vile results of their reprehensible actions ,indeed , take away from humanity the peace and love inherent and deserved in this storied and historic season.

There now, having said it out loud, then echoed it back so that I might receive the full meaning of these sorrowful words, I refuse now to allow the agents of despair to overwhelm my sense of what is truly right and righteous !  Murder will bring doom to the perpetrators of these crimes against humanity , and the humans left will disavow these so called “martyrs”, leaving them with nothing but the bilious stew kept so rancidly fresh in those tiny minds, and may the laws and Gods and the people so majorly fair, mirror back these ruinous actions to the few who so rightfully deserve them !

To the EVIL of the world who prey so eloquently on the unsuspecting and blissful majority, I would like to wish a very merry Christmas to all of you Mother Fuc….S !

Thank you . I feel a bit better now.

Blind Luck


Love is blind, we know all too well, blind love can easily lead one to hell

On earth, for emotion so strong may blind even the most astute

Scholar of iridescent feelings, and cause the unravelling of controlled will.

Search carefully , certainly with eyes and mind both clear,

Be sure the reflection between two is a mirror,

Because uneven vision combines to create a potent state of peril!

Run not into love , blind as a bat.

Walk in and enjoy till eyes see the complete

Picture composed , when true hearts do meet.

Confusion reigns!


Looking for answers to questions without words. Where to start is hidden from me.

Really wishing I could see, a bit more forward!

Perhaps history would better suffice

Cause every thing seems frozen, I skate on thin ice…

Maybe tomorrow will bring answers for me.

Till then I will rest, and see what can be seen!

I am lost with nothing to show,

Even experience will not cast a glow

On my trail to finding the  the words I know, will soothe the jangling nerves.

Till tomorrow then I will rest and relax.

I hope the morrow will bring to me facts.

Might be a little angry.


You are never gonna find the former grandeur, by mouthin on the walk bout how you used to talk the talk and pull the people in, cause theres nothin tellin till the tires meet the street. Just tell it like it is, what a way of life, if only there was knowledge in those little tales you preach, but the power only comes when the wheels hit the street. If all the smoke you blow braggin on your prowess isn’t seen, on the asphalt of our beat, then all you got to show, is blowing out my ass!