Monday, October 29, 2012

Time


Time is an entity that has no dimensions, alone it stands between the protons, its journey begins. It travels no distance yet is found every where. It has no color, no character, no vice, yet it is treasured and detested by all. It has no beginning, no end yet it is never challenged. It can not be an element for it has no weight. Yet its passing is marked, assured of it taxes to calculations it is applied, the forecast of which you are surely given measure.

 

Alas it is counted for it is but a life form with a steady beat as if of a drum.

Monday, October 15, 2012

On Youth


How quickly does a child forgive, or share? How warm is the smile and hurtful the tear.

How I envy the days of the wonders of youth.

Friday, October 12, 2012

The case against Baby Boomers?


The case against Baby Boomers?

 

Its so funny to be coined that, Baby Boomers owe an apology to everyone whether about the economy or about the many other forms of Gluttony and Greed.

 

I like it when people start to say something about us. Remember we were the ones carrying signs and yelling about Love not war, we had big aspirations and even bigger expectations. We were the ones that wanted to change everything.

 

Baby Boomers, where the first to turn in their signs for a suit and tie. Sure there were a many good things that came from us, Alas there are many more we are responsible for. Our Stewardship was forgotten just like the colors we loved.

 

The pendulum of our youth and liberal ways, for some were a reason to change as we struggled to find a way to provide for ourselves, this created the development of the conservative lines we today still push at everyone, thus our folly. We have turned even the term liberal into something that is feared and hated. Traitors to our own youthful desires, far are they hidden deep in a closet, removed for public eye like a stained shirt. Most of us were a conservative badge in place of our desire for change.

 

We have taken our lot in life and urbanized our farms, shut our factories, and became a land of consumers. Pray tell how we can offer a thing to the next generation but our debt, a debt that is more than the economy. Our focus now is about our little TV’s and that glass of wine as we await our room at the senor homes.

 

Of those of us who did not sell our signs, we struggle to sell our art, our words, our deeds. I hold little hope until our honesty is restored. I for one still have my keep on truckin T-shirt and will cut my hair in view of St. Peter, least I too become a traitor of my youth.