The dog pound.

The dog pound,

 

Ever really notice the looks of the eyes of those dogs and cats at the dog pound? Of the many things in life that seem so special are the times and the stories of one of my dogs, some kind of eye to eye feeling of love and loyalty, I do miss them so, so for a holiday cure I think I’ll go down to the dog pound.

 

I know to some the thought of a dog or a cat, tis a pest, or even to some the fear of a hiss, or the growl from a Yorkie or Lopso might put fear to some, of those a suggestion to the zoo with you there may you find a Holiday stranger to share. Well I guess that is if you dare.

 

On this cold winters night, the thoughts of a toe warmer is kind of a wish, for I like some am leased to a demon a landlord to some, is this fear of his carpets of one so un loved. To him would I send him to a reality school, first with a laugh would be the dog pound.

 

Within the stewardship of life come the responsibilities to all life, share the love with those in need. Thus may your merriment be merry, indeed for on this the solaces, of the solstice eve I am going to the dog pound. There once again do I grieve.

Wishing a wish living a dream

Wishing a wish and living a dream,

 

I often set in deep thought filled with melancholy, wondering the age old have I done right or was this enough, or too much of that, do I set in almost constant question, wondering if I have been me.

 

Then I step back and I look not at my history but at my day, of this many things can be said, I am filled with expectations, and desirers as well, then do I look at my list of what needs to be done this day, for me and for the few who will work with me, today is about living a dream, stepping into a chance, presenting to the world a view of beauty, today I have a casting call.

 

Too the some that I have yet to meet, the worry and fear is equal for me, for my job is to present you.

 

Take away all the worry of today, all those news shows, the all those moments that cause you pause, just like my day you too can go and look for beauty, its right there with you. The courage it takes to stand in front of others and step up and say I am beautiful today.

 

Wishing one wish, is living one dream, come be with me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Usually I attach one image with these, today however the question is will you be there

 

A wonderful somewhat Holiday....

I set to the wonder this day the day after the big Holiday I wonder if the recipes were alright, you know was there just enough of this or that, or that pinch too much of salt or pepper. The reason of the wonder was you know this meal has to last a whole another year.

 

So it was that I was off to the recipe books;

 

First up the stuffing, you know all those expectations all delivered in a wonderful seasoned cubed style mush of chopped pieces of year insults moisten with a touch of spit while the yelling is the oven warmed, trying figuring out how to unthaw your one line charms of memories that shut up a whole house, then someone with enough brains asks where the Turkey is….

 

This brings us to the time before time of the black sleepless nights of spending needlessly on shit that wont work or is too cheap to matter, to the real reason the car is out of gas as you drove half away a crossed the country to find a per thawed yard bird that some one else called a turkey. Spending two hours in car with your siblings can be like life on death row seem easy, as they remember every shitty thing you did while they were trying to be adults.

 

So now I wonder that the main cores is set with just enough hidden anger to justify bringing liquor into the room, ( ever noted that the volume of noise raises with the amount of liquor being poured.) I know today that I can not blame the liquor for what my tongue said but I remember what the local law officer said as he left.

 

So now that I am sure of the hangover and the fines I must now pay, I am hoping beyond all hope to make it to the desert.

 

But first my friend we have to get to the serving part of this wonderful thought of a holiday.

 

As the many insults fly and the courts and media will now wonder the why, was it my childhood that sets me apart or was it that last parental statement that now hangs upon my head, you know the one, the one the moms make you promise never to break that wonderful warm feelings we all seem to make.

 

Then a child of one of yours makes clear the point of the day, while chewing something found in their pocket they yell is it done yet, I would try to remember the child however the backhand and the bounce afterwards, only lead to the return of the WWF, on top of what was once a perfectly set table. ( I’ll stay out of the who did who to what who because I remember that officer said if you drink even one you can not drive, so consider yourself not responsible, so I’ll not point a finger.( ever seen a yard bird fly? I did…))

 

Someone once read a story of how the perfect day was to be done while giving everything away, you should have gone to charm school because that is not at my house during the Holiday.

 

I am sure that after my departure the settlement of who is God and why they use Shame will come back, as soon as someone there remembers the desert its in the oven, I would server you, however they are waiting a Monday hearing, so while I type this wonderful notes about some sick individuals idea that its cool to hang out with family over a long weekend, I will now explain the values of the hidden meanings.

 

Alas then I would have to call that HUMBLED PIE..

 

So of this wonderful wonder I have had about which is filled with hidden expectations, I have come to one resolve once a year is more than enough! You the F.. is Earnest Hemingway anyhow.

 

I hope your yard bird day was better than my yard being a bird today, or my being a bird in this yard today.

 

While typing this I received six invitations to car pool the shopping black moments of perfect prices, I shall now be spending that wonderful expectation on my defense.

 

I should now state as clearly as I can, if I get asked one more time, How my Turkey day was I’ll give you the reason of a chiefs recipe book or at least the weight of it.

 

And note of hope, Next holiday please……

 

 

 

Butt then another Holiday would be fun.

A Toast for the holiday!

A toast I offer thee, “May the season bring the wishes so dear into a realness of our lives, I tip my cup to thee, an offering of a dear wish to hear, may your harvest fest be filled with love hear! hear!”

A question

To offer one Prose,

 

What is of more value to each of you, its it the value of power even as tame as fame,

is it the value to belong with another that you so long,

is it the fun of learning that is a grand earning,

or should it be the carefree of choice which would make you rejoice.

 

It is in each of these we find the reason of you the reason of I,

 

For if I become to famous then shall I be received with hate,

If my desperation of attachment becomes your chain,

Then my humor becomes discriminations released,

And the only choice I have is greed.

 

If you look upon me with envy,

Then it is a hostage you take,

Then your fun becomes a torment,

Thus I should wither and die,

 

 

There is one value we can share to which all love is bare, to show another we care.

 

The reason of you, the reason of I.

 

Of which do you value more?

A artist of no color

Plato of art; Does the heart argue of mans values of good and of evil. For Aristotle lays claim he must be beast or god, as the artist asks but one question to all…

 

What do you want of me, a question which has become the statement of demand between my fellow man.

 

What expectations have you laid which I have not failed at, what value have you stolen of me that a requirement is now made.

 

To sculpt art; is not the removal of the unused, but the removal of unneeded, unwanted, is this not the fault of the artist, to be of waste.

 

Yet it is your politician lay waste to the unwanted, unneeded of him you claim a leader of men. Your clergy has stolen your charity calling it your unwanted, unneeded, to him you give more.

 

Of the art Plato does the heart argue of the good and evil of man, the artist lays claim to the beast of men that all the values you stole can never be returned, were is Aristotle is claiming me the beast of men, for what value shall I sculpt of men.  

 

 

The artist of no color, what do you want of me?

 

 

 

Liberalism doesn’t work…..

Liberalism doesn’t work…..

 

I find this statement interesting, though this issue has merit, the term Liberalism or liberal here in America took two interesting historical facts, first the original idea that a liberal stands for equality, without reservation, to creed, color, nor social status seems to be lost today in America politics.

 

Franklin D. Roosevelt and his new deal policies of the welfare-state, were ideas that took America through a tuff time, completely bad in foundation and actualization this became an almost dogmatic chant of the policy of those days, and the retaliation for many years now.

 

1976 the GOP and in the following Presidential Candidate Ronald Reagan, took the term even further down a negative moral hole when the idea of Liberal began to include the values of marriage, and faith based social support.

 

Liberal doesn’t mean these things.

 

This confusion has lead to a great many miss understandings, and disastrous policies on both sides of the political table.

 

 

Without a Liberal history shows us that we would not have this country, and in many parts of the world democracy as we know would not be a functioning form of government.

 

History also shows us that every government will have a needy or finically insecure part of the population to which liberal statements and values can be addressed, it is within that address that we find many of the most powerful leaders and values. John F. Kennedys Speech “Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country”, Martin Luther King “I have a Dream” speech are now a fundamental part of America. Both based on Liberal ideas and concepts. This is repeated in history all the way back to the very beginnings of this nation.

 

Let me make this clear as I as to what I believe, no child no where should suffer from hunger, need of health care, nor lack of education, thus enabling them to define their own prosperity. This is not a value that should be tossed around with a bad label. With today’s technologies we have no excuse not to make that happen.

 

We spend Billions upon Billions yearly on war, guns, and security, the Policies of excesses in the War on Drugs, the Terror ( the Security War.) War, which involve our own land and population is staggering. Our agreements in weapon trades is appalling!

Just last month, during this big debate on health care and funding our government, we released 1.6 billion in weapons to Pakistan. We were in a closed down state, politicians on both sides would not let our children into a National park, yet we can give 1.6 billion in guns.

 

If that is the Value of a conservative, then call me liberal.

 

To be forced by law to provide financial security to an industry of service is also just as appalling, Home Auto and Health mandated by law, are you now going to mandate my business, no matter the excuse used nor the value of the insurance you are mandated by law.

 

If that is the Value of a conservative, then call me a Liberal but mandate my business.

 

I am a Republican I have Liberal values am I really the issue?

My Wife is a Democrat she has Liberal values is she really the issue?

Yes at the dinner table there are heated debates, yet we still seem to be able to help another daily, provide a stable place for our children, just barely, but we are here, we are proud, yet we are humble are we really the issue?

 

 

The Angle and I

Take the sword from my hand oh Michael the protector of the children of a land I once walked, tell me now as you can see I am unarmed unlike you, if you have come here to collect a soul then let it be mine, least you say I have no right to stand to this fight. Unarm yourself Michael and then we will talk.

 

If this is done I have questions of you and I am sure you of me, yet I can only assume you and I could have this fight, this thought may just take me into the night, first of me or first of you we could flip the coin of fate, or if you prefer we could stand at the pearly gate, either would lead to the first assumption.

 

You protect kids this is what is said of you, and I am but a father so on this ground do we relate. Yet for my sake I have to admit, of a few small things to which should be given a handicap. First while of coarse is the fact that I am human, and rather a simple man, I am prone to faults but of those I claim I can make a stand, though not perfect nor a near reflection of you, enough if you allow me the excuse of this thought to put you and I together. I know that is bold but you and I know something of each other, and yes we do relate on another, if you will another point of interest at least to me should this conversation actually occur.

 

You see Michael I am unarmed,

 

Do you know what this means Michael to you and I, I can only assume that you would, that the curse if you will, of the twin cities that once were, your hand is stilled if will at least until I am no more, yes Michael it is held. For we can find at least one thus our fight has yet to begun.

 

You see Michael I am unarmed.

 

I know you know Michael I am not without a sin, this a truth of which I will not deny, oh Michael to each and everyone, I have done what I have done of this you are sure, this too is a promise of which has been fulfilled.

 

You see Michael I am unarmed.

 

So Michael this means that you and I can actually have this little chat, I herd this of you also, that you can carry the thoughts and prayers of many, that you can intercede for the needy. On this Michael your hand is not held, I was wondering as I would if this was to really come to pass if that this is the moment were I would come to pass.

 

What stays your hand Michael why have you not stepped forth, to help the seeds of the many, Michael what stays your hand.

 

You see Michael I am unarmed,

 

Does your sword not weigh so, that you would wish to set it aside, I did try to set mine aside so long ago I may actually have forgotten where I put such a thing, they are a bit dangerous around those kids you know, which as you know I started long ago.

 

You see Michael I am unarmed,

 

You know what is said of me oh Michael of this I am sure, I will not stand aside and watch, I just can not, I have before as you well know stood for another, even have stayed a hand, or at least an unkind word.

 

I know that price Michael I know it well, while you have held you anger and your temper I have failed in those, yet  I can stand and tell the tale, but of this you know Michael of this I am sure, for Michael I was too a child once. What stays your hand Michael.

 

 

You see Michael I am unarmed.

O-Benefactor

O- to the time of the benefactor,

 

Remember in books when in the story a captain needed a ship or a student a college education how they would use a benefactor, who for a price took a share of the business that the character of the story needed. Those benefactors seems odd for some they seemed to conduct the business and take their share and drift into the background and be gone, whiles took on a more aggressive stance and built more and more into each transaction, usually these guys were villains. When they were portrayed as villains they seemed to have someone, a Sheriff or a Governor with troops to enforce the villain’s collections. That somehow the villain they got a piece of every transaction, until either death or a hero put an end to the game.

 

Home Auto fire and Health enforced by law, anyone need a villain?

 

How would it be to have a benefactor, you would need one should you have need of my services, in fact I think that should be a law, you can pay the benefactor, for the introduction, the rent upon my building, for my materials, for the travel of the model, cost of my equipment, the printing, the packaging and the shipping oh yes I forgot the image as well,

To each of these you must pay percentage an amount to my benefactor, while he only pays me my fee.

 

So my benefactor can go and play golf with my doctors benefactor who makes the four some complete, for that is business law in America.

 

I am still unsure as to why my benefactor chooses to hide, I would like to congratulate him on such an achievement for by law you then would have to pay my fee. Thus he just gets to win the benefactor golf game.

 

Or so I would wish.

Inspirer for the hirer

Inspirer for the hirer,

My experience must get its due, from images of wonder to the shelves of plunder has my abilities been tested, long are these gray hairs I once detested.

If given a thing of things, to which my mind may play, of this I am sure to have something to say.

I can not pretend to know of ones needs, of mine times four for my seeds.

My bags of my tools of trade, be cleaned daily and kept as if just made.

Enough, Enough before they say fair thee well to me, I can not stand to tell tales of me.

Inspirer for the hirer it is apparent to see,

As for all of this promotion’s I think they all have need of some lotions or at least some motion.

For with a hirer of an inspirer, I am of sure of destinies granting better prosperities.

A simple wish of the inspirer

Of the stillness Marcus Aurelius,

Of the stillness Marcus Aurelius, where is the stillness.

To a delight has one so wondered, in the stillness of the night, the staining of my character of which I fight, to move is of itself a selfishness of acts.

Of what principles can be rationally held true, a harmonious human perversion of nature is man.

Of my mind thereby the universe does mans pride offer the only congruent nature of such as a man, The capacity of his belief to play god, fear not the death he plays of.

Of the stillness O Marcus Aurelius where is the tranquil in conscience.

 

Deeds of piety, repentance, self-discipline, and of prayer,

Ye Alexandrian critics of fear, Aristarchus was your marks not clear.

What notion is a brotherhood of man, his communal solidarity is in annihilations of man, for when others do break, passionately whipping higher than the low of level in the herd,

Hannah Arendt, to what salt did the wound not take in duties of such a state.

 

 

History does not begin with no such mystery,

for man bleeds through his own history,

Conscience like all prayer,

 leaves man no care.

 

Oh- to humanity would it be that you opened your two eyes, if this is the result of one it would be of no value, Alas our blindness has raised a generation filled with anger and rage a result of our own conceit and contempt.

 

Pitty them for in their life time they have known no time without war, oh to what we have done.

 

I understand them to have lived each day with the broadcast of hourly violence offset with the three minutes of love. Thus I say to you look, yes look at what we have done.

 

As I write that I am set to the wonder of the equations, how many of what, can I say or do to offset that reality.

 

There is a simple fact, the law of attraction; to what are we attracting, do we argue and war over a hill or a river, no we only war out of fear, for their beliefs, their creed, their color, their wealth, their prayer.

 

Yet the question to a one, if we know these things and we see these things then why must we pick leaders who do these things, be he a congressmen or priest. Why do we follow such beliefs that a mother or a child is raised with so much hate.

 

Is this truly mans fate, that each state be so filled with mans hate.

 

 

A little might of a man

A little might of a man seemly dressed in rags of tattered clothes, slightly elderly but defiantly in command of presence approaches center stage, in a clear resounding voice he states.

 

“ Ponder me this; In the hall of Congress and upon the Senate floor has been an argument over a ideal that it is in my interest and yours to be mandated to give our hard earned money to a private company so that private for profit company can decide what bills we still have to pay.

 

Some members have to accomplish this feat stated they would rather close the federal government.

 

If you go down to your local Social Security office there are armed guards.

 

If the federal Government has been so good at assisting the elderly and ill among us why are they delivering assisting services, you know those services that actually help people get and maintain their benefits, why with a man who is armed with a gun?

 

A million dollar renter’s policy costs $22.00 month through most insurance companies should anyone steal your stuff the company decides the value of your items. Most people do not go through this horror but the idea should it happen.

 

So now facing us is the Federal Government Mandate that we have to use these same private for profit companies to decide fair market price of all of your health care needs. Something that is going to happen to everyone illness and aging.

 

We are already mandated to use these same companies to drive, I am sure we can find some comfort in that the more you spend the more you are of value to your agent.

 

 

Sorry for the interruption we can go back to talking about really smart stuff now…

Curiosity

The curiosity of man.

 

Curiosity the workhorse of life and the constant reflections of self, a statement of discovery, a description of the courage that defines personal experience, the quest that is the reason of us, a list of histories made by us.

 

Of “Curiosity” no other word defines us.

 

Is it not most sought to define the values of life, placing cubbyholes of experience in a litany of decisions in a quest for a reason of self.

 

To dance in the universe were time is the rhythm and oddity the tempo will curiosity define the reason of man.

Well a good Day to you....

Well good day to one and all......

I am still waiting for my recovery.....

I would post some really cool image or something of the sort, regrettably Microsoft did another wonderful update, which means most of your are now missing or most of what I posted is, so I shall wait for the recovery process.....

I was told laptops are quicker than Politicians......


Maybe we should replace them both at the same rate yearly.....


I know its like Microsoft, everyone knows its junk but no one has the money to do anything about it....

You can hit reboot now...

How come it is just as the feeling of .......

How come it is just as the feeling of achievement of completing a task comes, a feeling of doubt creeps a cross my spine.

 

The age of a writers fear.

 

Long ago I used to fear typewriters the strike of the keys leaving such a permanent impact.

 

Today I understand that fear!

 

Spell Check……the immaculate belief that a software algorism knows what you are saying. Enabling ones ability to completely humiliate oneself daily.

 

The history of self humiliation is indeed long, however if you are smiling I am not alone.

 

 

My first computer I had to replace the monitor due to white out.

 

 

If you are laughing you are old.

Excuse wanted Excuse given

The morning crispness has returned the grain is laid in the fields the sun has begun to loiter upon its path. The golden haze of summers end is upon us. To the harvest do the sickles fall the slaughter of the prime, the muses of spring lay in the memory of the frost of the fields.

 

Cold can the delivery of the dream be if not reaped in time. Go forth upon the adventure least your work become the path of another’s steps. For the stewards of land know the till of spring begins in the fall.

 

Alas it is your story not mine, so it is that I shall celebrate this day of the memory of mine.

 

 

There are odd things one can read in a book.

There are odd things one can read in a book.

The opposite of right is wrong, of good is evil but there is no opposite of passion for even indifference can become an obsession.

Beauty of life

The confidence of beauty is clearly delivered with the blessings of a life.

A Wish of Change

A wish of change,

 

I awoke with a start; it seemed I had had a dream. Not really a bad dream not really good either but enough to deliver the start.

 

If I should throw a stone into a pond the ripple when it returns is never what it started to be, but Dang that is a long wait, just to see.

 

High should be my own expectations. Driven to achieve a victory, a pride of the moment of attainments Alas only of self for Destiny is the mastery of self an expected moment of attainment.

 

Blind is the wave of change when I muddle in my expectations of change as I crawl looking for that change.

 

If I have a wish of care, as clear as it can be and I deliver it today you will color it tomorrow thus upon its return it was not expected, the endless colors of cares destiny.

 

The same is true with any of loves destinies you get to color them I get to expect them.

The colors of change verse the shadows of shame

The colors of change do not need to be muted by the shadows of shame.

 

What if our thinking has been backwards, we rely on groups to govern for us, believing that within the group the voice of reason can be herd from the sounds of many.

 

Yet inside we seek a value of content to each a difference.

 

What if it is from the voice of content that the sounds of reason are herd to guide the many.

 

How would it be if a delivery man delivered the items for a meal, content in his service to the family, Would not the mother prepare the meal without the worry of fear, of what would the child see, how much stronger would that child be?

 

Alas it is within the group noise that the direction of rationalization is delivered.

 

How much would mankind loose if he took all the money he spends in one year on tools of war, instead spending it on farming food? Would he not loose starvation within the year? Alas the Group Noise is given a rationalization of Security, yet few ask to secure themselves from the group.

 

Would there really be chaos if there was no war.

 

Myself I would rather try the passions of the Kama sutra as a definition of chaos, at least the benefit of the fantasy is apparent and accurate the shadows of my shame.

Tabula rasa....

Maybe I am thinking completely from a difference in thoughts or actually a Tabula rasa, seeking a fresh start in both perceptions and experience.

 

Not to be harsh but every human life starts within a warm bubble, so from the start our thought of self is never void, neither is our perceptions.  A child in the womb will move closer to sounds that child likes, there is ego a judgment delivered before awareness.

 

Thus making it impossible to distinguish between ego and self.

 

A description of awareness can return only to a point of a Tabula rasa, a moment of blankness or center, but can not divorce itself from experience nor perception.

Life and the cubbyholes

Life and the cubbyholes ever really tried to put even one part of your life into a small section and say now stay there?

 

LOL just like telling my wife to freeze the results are humorous.

 

Why the separation of ego and spirit? How come we want to separate all of life into these little confusing boxes of complexity built upon more complexity?

 

Does it not take ego to fall in love, yet is that not that the highest form of spirit?

 

Is it hard to say I think and do the things I do because I am me, can I dress the way I want, speak, write or even paint by my own feelings my own life.

 

I can not separate me and put me into little cubbyholes, I would spend my life wondering if I got the right part of me in the right box of me…..ever spinning the me, I and am, forgetting the doing or the becoming of me.

 

Does not honor start with self?

Does it not take courage to be you, the same courage to value the love you have, or even the love you build today, yet we think our way to these things as well.

 

Can I have a box of love, maybe one of courage, oh but I shall need one of fear for I can not have love without fear even onto its first kiss unless I have no courage to try, but then why would I need a box of little parts of life..

Of the day; happiness is a gift of the wish to you this day.

The distance between starting and success is measured by the obstacles I place in my own way.

 

In a field of Wheat a single seed starts a journey not feeling the touch of the sun, yet does it burst forth, It is not until the mid summer breeze then does it feel companions,  it is past the cut of harvest the milling of its gift, not until the burn of the oven does it each its goal.

 

Alas even form the seed unto the oven was it blind.

 

The same is true with the goal of change of which we are blind; the gift we give today is not the goal but the moment of the journey perceived.

Of the day; happiness is a gift of the wish to you this day.

What is up with all this fear

What is up with all this fear…….

 

Fear a chain on today of either yesterday or the morrow, like any forecast will bring you only sorrow.

 

I watched the news last year it was the same as the year before, how dismal life is. Why not look around and see your own news, this would be better than to believe in all of this fear. News in is funny nowadays it seems a bit lopsided. Fifteen minutes of story after story about who did what to whom and five opinions of why it was rationalized. Followed by a forecast of the weather of three minutes, well it is just the weather.

Then comes man’s Olympian daily, ten minutes of why I should bet.

Leaving only the two minute possibility of either a recap, or how someone finally did something right.

 

The cucumber

 

How picky I am in summer for if my fruit be bitter, I lay it aside with a jitter.  Ah but do I hide like a critter, for a wish this fresh in mid winter.

 

thus is life of a salad, pickled!

 

I mean come on people life is so much larger than a plate, there is so much more than the news today, somewhere right now raises a sun spreading warmth across the land, as does it set bringing the coolness of night, and in between in each direction is our life, from the budding of a flower to the falling of leaves, would it not be neat to report more on those.

 

I stopped to ponder the other day of way in which a few can achieve what seems to be unattainable.

 

Focus, slow down and focus, to each is life one to another and returned.

Each step, each word, each thought, becomes the foundation.

Drive with courage is in itself attractive, for it becomes actions.

Wisdom earned from the experience is the unifying factor.

Time is the warden of change, the parent of the idea, has to be allowed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Vagabond

A vagabond..

 

Within the conflict of life do we see the trust of repeating, thinking that it is as it should be. Alas does change cost for we become a drift in the unknown.

 

A vagabond feels comfort in less, for he fears the burden of the weight.

 

A vagabond is in search of rest, yet the adventure of the road cries for the seeing.

 

Within the fear of change do you find gluttony and greed the twins of shame, dancing upon the worry of the morrow, chaining you like a tether to your repeat.

 

A vagabond dances at dawn, for the only thing he fears is that the moment is gone.

 

A vagabond.

Virations or Color

In each soul is a rhythm, a beat in which they walk through life, a view of the world built upon the vibrations of a soul.

 

In each person there is an ability to apply art, the coloring of our perceptions on to the imaginative stories of our dreams.

 

To reach fourth with vigor one must use both, the vibrations of our soul, colored by our imaginative perceptions.

 

The willingness of mankind’s wish to change will be found in the rhythms of our desires painted by the coloring of our perceptions.

 

Like two teens infatuated with the possibilities of love, of desire even unto temptations does the imaginations play, setting forth a thundering of the souls longing to be close enough that our perceptions are held true by the coloring of the thought of loves first kiss.

 

The thumping of our soul’s willingness to paint life’s colors.

 

Fear of change must be chained by art and music, for it is within the thundering of passion does fear loose its power, ask this of the Teens.

 

The lust of violence of man can be conquered by mans own lust. Ask this of a Parent.

 

The shear beauty of life is the coloring of our deeds by the rhythm of our soul’s gift of life. Ask this of the Grandparent.

 

The coloring of life.

I want Noodles for breakfast........

I want noodles for breakfast,

 

Ever noticed that you do not see an advertisement for breakfast noodles?

 

It is for me that I look at you and you at me thus come to the conclusion of difference.

 

I want noodles for breakfast.

 

I mean come on now, really, you see grains presented in every other way ever wonder why you don’t see noodles for breakfast?

 

When you dress do you dress for others or for yourself?

 

When you dance do you dance for others or for yourself?

 

Noodles for breakfast.

An error in assets, an error.

An error in assets, an error.

 

I don’t know how to quit, all my life I have found struggle, I have found a need to stand by what I am and what I mean, within me is a point from which I can not escape, to be allowed to be me, to become proud of who I am. It is from this point I can not but look inside in wonder at not just at the assets, but the errors, the stock of a man.

 

Alas it is my errors for which inside the known results cause the direction of my success, my life and my loves.

 

Easy is it for me to stand on ground of pride, of honor, of self to which I am entitled my error.

Unto the Children do we look for our hope,

Unto the Children do we look for our hope, knowing that in each way we have failed to provide them with a future they deserve.

 

 An Amends we must make!

 

How can I give to another a used toy to play with, it’s been bent, it’s dirty, it doesn’t work properly just how can I give my child the Earth in which he can play?

 

Should I not at least clean up my own mess, should I not make it right, how can I make right the loss of beauty, without trying to replace or fix the beauty I hurt?

 

An Amends we must make!

 

How can I explain to my Daughter that the dance she may dance is the dance in fear of bullets and the rhythms of horrors?

 

How do I explain to her the values of mankind’s drive to war?

 

Should I not say with meaning no more War, should I not break the gun that causes the harm?

 

An Amends must be made!

 

How can I explain to you the gift we give to our children….is the reality of our shame….

The reach of the arm of military might, can not protect its own self interests, nor the government who assigned such a thing as a standing Army.

@ Kim Hoffman • We've already had our share. Any of us can probably come up with a fairly long list, starting with or around the Boston Tea party. The Sand Creek Massacre comes to mind. Or Cantrell's assault on Lawrence. The KKK committed their share of atrocities. The Weathermen employed terrorism. The SLA. Tim McVeigh. Ted Kosinski.

 

Of these, only one can I disagree with, “The Boston Tea Party” was almost without harm to a single individual, the idea there was a demonstration against Taxes, the weapons used were used as a threat, while physical brut force was used on both sides to accomplish the goal of Stealing the Kings Tea and putting into the Bay after it was loaded and secured on the Kings ship.

 

The message of; The reach of the arm of military might, can not protect its own self interests, nor the government who assigned such a thing as a standing Army.

 

That is a message the world leaders need to hear again!

 

“What we have come to terms with is that we cannot afford is the Bush Doctrine's perpetual War or Terrorism, morally or economically. We cannot allow the government to decide who is or is not a terrorist. We cannot afford to dismantle the Constitution because of fear. We cannot afford to surrender our principles to popular public delusion.”

 

History may agree to the idea that the Bush Doctrine’s of perpetual War morally or economically, was the final act, however Obama has not laid down that gun either, the roots of this “Security War” goes all the way back to President Dwight D Eisenhower, more over even warned about by him in his farewell address.

This Security War is now becoming a war of “God” which is being used as a flag during a war of power and control by our governments. P20G Proactive Operations Group a US intelligence agency that employ “Black world” ( Black operations) Tactics. “Among other things, this body would launch secret operations aimed at "stimulating reactions" among terrorists and states possessing weapons of mass destruction—that is, for instance, prodding terrorist cells into action and exposing themselves to "quick-response" attacks by U.S. forces.

Such tactics would hold "states/sub-state actors accountable" and "signal to harboring states that their sovereignty will be at risk", the briefing paper declares.” This means that the US government, the UK, and members of the Nato alliance are using contractors or direct employees in black operations to solicit a response by terrorists.

Mowever, I have also found that these Groups such as “Alqueda , the Muslim Brotherhood, and many many more such groups are/were funded by the US Government and by members of Nato. They are now using “GOD” instead “Communism” to form the fear so they can provide this false since of security from these groups, rather than from the governments or the religions who these groups say they represent.

The Bush executive order providing him with a faith based advisory council, took a lot of attention about the addition of “God” and a Conflict with the founding principle of the Constitution. None of that attention was about the reasons for such a council by the office of the President. The use of religious propaganda to cover the excuses of War which we now are forced into.

So the Executive wing of the Government, has the power to use the full armory in Tactics designed to stimulate reactions of Horror in the American population and the population of the world, it now has a council of humanitarianly minded “Believers” controlling humanitarian efforts of the Poor, as a way of justifying the use and abuse of this Security War.

A War that now joins America with such atrocities as the Crusades. The oldest War  known, The religious Wars. Calling it a War on Terror is nothing more than a new name.

If you are asking me to offer an idea as to who would benefit from America and its allies being engaged in a Constant War, or that this War will provide you with Security, Is Poppycock! The only profit in keeping America engaged in war is the building and using of war materials, the Industry of War.

Humm something to really think about, Medicaid benefits payable of $27.2 billion as of September 30, 2010 ($25.0 billion in FY 2009) is an estimate of the net Federal share of expenses that have been incurred by the States but not yet reported to the HHS.

The Department of Homeland Security estimated at 40 billion, CIA how many Billion?, FBI how many Billion, The US Armed services how many Billion?

President Barack Obama just may need that council of Faith when he tries to justify that just the budget of Homeland Security out spends Medicaid by almost two to one.

Do you know anyone who has been denied medical services? I do, I wonder if they would have been denied had that budget been the same as the budget of Homeland Security.

 

Can we design a concept of profitability out of peace?

Can we design a concept of profitability out of peace?

 

Of the many concepts of peace that have been discussed, one that seems to be avoided is can we make peace profitable?

 

I mean it would seem that our economy, our media and now even our social media has become a effort to develop some kind of income or profit from negativities. From the hall of our Governments come this fear and military might contest, of who can spend more on an item that kills, knowing the only benefactor of war the war industry. To the newspapers and television news casts where, what injury was done by whom and how much its going to cost to clean it up, or blow it up.

 

Can mankind break the chains of negativity and find a way in which peace can be profitable?

 

Another wonderful thought of this is what would a investor invest in to achieve peace?

 

Man uses the market place for both needs and values like entertainment in his desire to find his personal concept of prosperity, what item in at the market place concisely or positively displays the values of peace, they are there like, the bakery who bakes bread and gives yesterday’s leftovers to the poor, or gives thirteen doughnuts from the price of twelve.

 

Yet when we look at mankind’s developments the primary reason for advancements has been War or the fear there of, for sure our Government out spend one-sidedly preferring to buy a tank than invest in the bakery, It is like if the thing doesn’t go boom and kill something it has little value to them. Yet do they claim this is in peace.

 

I would like to see a Government spend a dollar on a flower for each dollar spent on a bullet, they could send the out and achieve the same attention, just a different result.

 

I was always taught you can build peace with your own hands, it does have stepping stones or milestones of things to achieve, but it is doable. Truly think about it, I bet there are farms who are drooling at the chance to actually sell their wheat to people who may starve without that wheat.

 

So a question is upon my mind; Can I find prosperity in peace?

Or if you are stuck in the negativity, show me where there is a value in peace for a gun, a bomb, or even a fight.

Complexity of love

The complexity of love is equal to a Childs giggle, multiplied by the time of your last giggle, divided by the times a giggle happens.  Alas it is as complex as a giggle for love still is a giggle.

Your soul the price we pay

Your soul is a field, upon which your rationale and opinion wage a conflict against your obsession and your desire.

 

Truly all things in your being are in a constant half embrace, a dance of actions and deeds, reflecting the values and excuses defined by the selfishness of desire presenting your perceptions of your own obsessions.

 

Thus is all life founded in the art of dance and the rhythms of passion.

 

To become confident in the home in which you live your need of shelter dances with your expressions of comfort a dance of values and excuses defining a core of nurturing, a presentation of care. Locking the front door is an excuse of fear a fixation of loss. For how can another steal your nurturing except in killing, yet locking that door protects both the perception nurturing and the items of time with which your comfort is built.

 

 To become confident in War, your need for resentment dances with your expressions of conceit, fueled this dance of values and excuse of the desire to be esteemed by the proceeds of the victories, while blindly discounting the scenery and visions of harm. Yet it is within that scenery of horror do we place a value to the proceeds of the victories.

 

 

Thus it can be said life is the dance of actions and deeds, your demonstration of what you honor. Offering an excuse is nothing more than rationale an opinion of your obsession.

 

What will your reflection be, to a one, just what will that reflection be?

 

Of what benefit, what proceed is the need for war based upon a value of how you pray or who you call God, what comfort is built in that horror of the scenery that you place a value on the proceeds of death, unless you manufacture those fields or the instruments of death. Then do you build reason upon reason excuse upon excuse for a dance of the obsessions the proceeds of war.

 

For what smithy forges a tank without a justification of the expense verse the proceeds of its use. Yet you can not buy a tank, you reason the excuse in a veil of comfort, seeking security from another tank. The smithy is the collector of the proceeds and maker of the veil. Thus quickly does he sell the veil of deceit seeking to comfort scenery of the horror, showing only the excuse, blindly discounting its use, as the obsession of the reason, hiding diligently the proceeds earned by death in its use. 

 

For what rationale could a clergy make, to justify a resentment of the prayer you make, to seek a scenery of horror unless the resentment is the use of that tank. Yet do our statesmen do contend with passion the reasons of the use of that tank, they stack one upon another a resentment of abuse an atrocity upon atrocity of the prayer you make hiding the proceeds of the smithy’s profits a bargain of the veil which the smithy pays to the statesmen, and like the veil quickly does this team project the deceit for blindly do they seek the profits of death. Yet this is not the prayer you make.

 

First the Statesmen told you communism is at stake, saying purchase the protection we make, then when no one could afford more of these tanks, then did the statesman say it is the prayer you make, he surrounds himself with clergy saying in judgment we make, these deeds of horror did another clergy make, the horror the horror on to war do we make. To the foundry of the smithy does his profits take, to forge just another tank does he make. As the Statesmen proclaims your fields are at stake.

 

If your thirst for blood be high, better to hang the smithy and statesmen until they dry, for is that not the prayer you make, to rid the world of horrors your statesmen make. To take away the proceeds of war the smithy makes.

 

Alas all that was done was the order of another tank.

 

 

 

Security War

Mid summers feast,

A plan unmet, like the harvest of the fields yet to be reaped.

Security is a War.

 

 

The fields of conflict have been tended the lies have been accepted.

 

Of this conflict has many stones been laid to provide the path of sure footing which to transport vehicles of war. The acceptance of each lie has provided the rails of blinded belief to the conclusion that need of war to provide security, a security from whom?

 

The delivery of an immense industry of War, the unbridled power political and economic influence upon the development of the fields this war has brought a “Clear and Present Danger”, of an influence, the infiltration and ruthless conspiracy, of the only benefactors of such a thing as War. “The Industry of War.”

 

Take note that world wide the budgets for arms has not reduced since the close of the “Cold War”, in fact have increased under the “New War” the war on terror. The Security Wars have begun. This war is based on keeping you secure from the security forces, which we trained, built and armed.

 

Was or is it not this industry that the proceeds of which stand on each side of the boarders of the terror which we fear, are they not our own factories whose production of the products of what we fear? Is it not this industry who is the benefactor of the use of Private Security Forces, to act upon the population of the world, with intent to disrupt, and cause harm by way of deniability of the governments with which they are contracted under.    

 

Was or is it they, These Private Security Forces and not our governments that trained these organizations that we fear?

 

Is it not this Industry that provides these weapons down to a gun and the bullets that function in them, that we are to fear? For who else can provide these bullets, these guns, the weapons? Who else can provide you with a missile, a plane, a tank, an assault rifle? You tell me where you can buy such a thing, then you tell me why it is for sale?

 

You tell me the reason of such a benefactor of War.

 

Now we set in the horror of which we reaped the dread, the harvest of Fear.

 

This is the food which you eat, news you pay little attention as you wonder of the economy and the values of war you make. The lies like candy do you take as sweet upon your lips, fear of this fear of that, fear my gun, yes I fear of yours, yet we taxes pay for the purchase of the gun we made. Only to be used on us is this fear made.

 

This industry wants you to believe that there is this trained military force ready armed and willing to take action upon us with out saying it would know by share purchases alone who is capable to do so, nor does it state the reason it sold the items to them. It wants you to believe that the need to purchase more of its proceeds is needed.

 

Sweet is the avoidance of this lie, the Security Wars lie, how many children will die under the belief of such a lie.

 

A plan unmet, unchallenged, not undone.