3/26/2011
The Dance Of Life
The dance of life dips and rises
as the music rises and falls
flows and ebbs
following the notes
set forth by fate
and the amusement
of destiny
Dark Day
Lie in the ruins hiding from life,
refusing to go on in the rat race,
seeking refuge from endless strife
shunning the road of razors
for a moments respite
praying the feet heal
enough to walk it again despite
the weariness that drags on the soul
and rips the spirit like a knife.
Little Boy Lost Redux
Little boy lost, alone and crying
abandoned on a battlefield
because those who should love him
were ashamed to have him at their side.
Screams of anger filling his night
as once again they fight
wondering if this time, maybe
they just might
finally make it forever night.
For a child to wonder
why they are not loved enough
to be saved from a world gone mad
I think it can be said that without question
nothing could be more sad.
May those who left him to his fate
remember when they need the compassion
to salve their souls in times of strife,
that those stones the boy erected to survive
those long terrifying nights,
will now and forever shelter
them from offers of comfort and respite
from the lost little boy still hiding inside
stabbing blindly about him
at the whispering demons that hide there
and smiling the cold smile of revenge
even as he hates himself for it.
Continued ▼
Musicians and Minstrels
They sing, those angels,
bringing sunshine to the shadows
where the mind hides
when the road of razors
has become to hard to travel
and comfort is needed to
carry the fight to the coming dawn.
They sing and the joy comes
ecstasy at the sound so beautiful
and true that it transports you
to that magical place where
no trouble touches, no sorrow roams
and only bliss is allowed in.
Mesa
Whenever my mind wanders as it likes to do
and comes to light on the remembrance of “Moonlight”
my mind will know joy and fondness for a friend.
My soul will know peace and the warmth of a kind and gentle spirit
My heart will rejoice that I have known you,
that you made me feel so welcome when I needed it so much
and you called me ye ye when I missed my grandchildren
so much I would cry at the thought of them.
And I will remember that I am a better person
simply because I came to know the person
杨震 Yang Zhen
May the peace of the Four Corners
and Love surround you and keep you safe
always and forever.
A.F.A.
Grampa Tim
4/2/2011
Aliens
Do I believe in aliens? Yes I do, mathematics alone will tell you it must be true.
"Then why haven't they made themselves known to us", you may ask.
I will answer that with a question of my own.
Imagine you are on a boat in the middle of the ocean. You look over the edge into the water and see 1000 sharks in the midst of a flat out, balls to the wall feeding frenzy. They are not only eating other types of fish but also turning on their own kind and indiscriminately butchering them. Not out of hunger or defensive need, but because the other sharks are colored differently, or maybe just for the sheer joy of butchering.
Would you then decide to go swimming and try and pet some of these sharks, try to tame them or become their friends, or would you find you wishing fervently that your boat was much larger and faster that you might more easily reach the relative safety of dry land?
It is becoming impossible to comprehend the depths to which our insanity has gone. Some insane, back hills, asshole preacher in our country which was founded on the absolute right of religious freedom decides he has the right to pass a judgment on the religious book of another religion, (even though the chances are huge that he cannot read a single word of the whole book), and burn it. So in answer a bunch of insane followers of that other religion decide that they must run out and butcher a bunch of people who had absolutely nothing to do with the act of burning their book.
It is becoming impossible to comprehend the depths to which our insanity has gone. Some insane, back hills, asshole preacher in our country which was founded on the absolute right of religious freedom decides he has the right to pass a judgment on the religious book of another religion, (even though the chances are huge that he cannot read a single word of the whole book), and burn it. So in answer a bunch of insane followers of that other religion decide that they must run out and butcher a bunch of people who had absolutely nothing to do with the act of burning their book.
We butcher each other for color, religion, bags of powder, bags of dried weeds, pretty colored rocks, or just because you are standing where I would like to stand. There is no reason to small or to large that it cannot be murdered for, no slight to slight that it cannot invite homicidal consequences. Yet we have the balls to hold ourselves up over all other creatures and marvel at our own greatness.
We have completely lost our minds when a mindless spray tanned semi-illiterate loud mouth little twerp can command a larger speaking fee from Rutgers university than a Nobel winning author to deliver the up coming commencement address.
We have completely lost our minds when a mindless spray tanned semi-illiterate loud mouth little twerp can command a larger speaking fee from Rutgers university than a Nobel winning author to deliver the up coming commencement address.
The next time you find yourself wondering why aliens have never stopped by for tea read the freaking news and ask yourself if you would.
Mortoch
4/2/2011
