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.

A letter was wrote

Vladimr Budney •

 

Dear Sir;

I have always enjoyed our banter, it seems to provide such wonderful and interesting points within this thread. I once perceived a mutated teenager ranting, only to be out done by the thought that you truly could be a mutation, a spawn of this God, after all you are actually human, so both are claimed.

 

-activist is an interesting word, Activism: a doctrine or practice that emphasizes vigorous action especially in support of or opposition one side of a controversial issue, activist noun or adjective, this is case a noun.

 

There once was a boy who was setting upon a rock, lost in wonder he thought, if love like a hug had so much joy in it that it seemed to bring a smile was a good, then the killing of another was a demon that must be fed.

 

Are you kidding an Activist me?

 

Saying this “God” in its three mutated forms Jewish, Christian, and the Cousin Muslim, is a Demon of twisted war from Cain and Able on, the trail of this blood stretches the history since then to the pages in today’s news.  All because this God wants a parcel of land form a manifestation of himself, for if they are one, why buy a gun? Why is this God still fighting among his believers over the Jewish right of land, I mean he created you all as you so believe.

 

Vigorously saying that yeap that’s me.

 

Pointing out that this dispute if you will, has sunk it’s teeth into the politics of today, that even unto our leaders do we spend money on a warring, generating fear among two thirds of the world population, while the other third sits in hunger wondering if they can eat. 

 

 Yes I take action, an action especially in support of or opposition of that. I am no laborer of a field, nor a Sheppard of a flock, granted sometimes I mock, but is that not an artists right? Sometimes I even pretend to write.

 

For even a boy sitting upon a rock can see what is right.

 

Sometimes when a man bends his knee he needs to listen, especially as a father tying his sons shoe lace.

 

Peace man, with my yellow smiley face t-shirt and my long flowing hair.

 

Man is Curious...

Man is curious to find wisdom; his is hindered by himself in its practice.

 

Could it be the same that we can see the wonder of love, yet always fall short in its delivery?

 

Alas in misery there is no such deception.

 

Are we chained to failings to the values of selfishness, of pride can we step beyond this misconception?

 

Yet when we ponder the value of love is wisdom gained.