A Government Primer

so it comes again…hoping that this will work better than the last…

 

* terrorists and religious zealots have inflicted pain upon thousands will continue unless nations join to stop the march toward more suffering…

* people will allow others to live out their lives without strife…

* countries will not be oppressed by other countries because of some slight decades ago…

* neighbor will not begrudge neighbor because of some perceived indignity or fear…

* man or woman will not abuse children, women, or men just because of some desire to enhance his or her ego… 

* that governments which are to serve the people do so without the desire for dictatorship…

* that these same governments created by the people do not become a power within themselves…

* governments duly created by the people work to serve the people without regard to religious values, or racial lines…

* while these values may seem just; religious leaders, must teach and they themselves learn to open the way toward acceptance of differing viewpoints regardless of racial or religious values…

* religions do not make a people rather the people come to accept their religious values for themselves…

* religions must come to understand that any religion that is perceived to be the world’s only true way of accepting GOD yet practices barbarity against innocents, women, and children alike is heinous…

* man who has perverted religion for self serving power or corrupting desires is as evil and polluted as the believers who prescribe wholeheartedly to the sadistic controls over women and children…

* wars will come, but targeting innocents or using those same innocents for shields must cease…

* people suffer long after the war is over… 

* mental pain and the anguish of broken homes and lost loves will only breed more anger and depression…

* loss of loved ones will create a desire to cling unnaturally to those left behind…

* children and human beings need space, when this is circumvented for personal desires normally hurt is usually the end result…

* civil war is possible, anywhere…

* is civil war necessary, nations who will not talk and accept often self-destruct…

* will it be between those that have and those that have not…

* will the US ever face a military coup…

* will the people ever take to the streets and demand a government that is fair and just…

* is the time for a division within the nation between those who are soft on crime versus those who are tough show themselves fully to be identified…

* why is it that our laws allow criminals to flee from justice after they are apprehended and booked by judges intent upon circumventing the rights of the victims of those same crimes…

* what is the basis of a judicial system that because the cries of the victim are not always heard or even those whose DNA is evident at the scene are given bail at all…

* who allows judges that serve on the bench to damage the judicial process but still walk away with fat retirement packages…

* why must elected officials openly strive to fatten their districts with pork while children and seniors suffer in America because of limited access to health care…

* why are government officials not held in check by their peers when clear ethics violations occur against the very constituents they are entrusted to serve…

* some businesses have learned to focus on profits and not the protection of the public who entrust their lives to the safety of the products they purchase…

* innocents have lost their lives due to the lack of oversight by which producers through poor quality control are not holding the business owners and managers who are aware of unsafe activity responsible for the shattered and lost lives because of inferior or poorly tested products that are released into the market; our states and federal regulatory agencies must be held accountable…

* this scratches the surface the rest is up for all to debate, dismiss or ridicule…enough said? *

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When Is More Not Enough?

We live in a Nation that began with blood spilled, as payment for freedom.

Though all men existing within these boundaries were granted liberty, the forces of evil soon made themselves known. They stripped away the mantra of freedom to those who looked different than they citing a passage of Scripture to carry out their evil unfairness. How can this Nation, which was founded by those escaping religious persecution–do we use the same to broker unfair policies or shame those that are different than our so-called selves.

Though glowing words heralded Americas birth, she is again faced with tyranny in the form of rich despots that would shame some of histories worst criminals. America whose principles of fairness were the guiding light that echoed once round the world, fell prey to her own successes. Slavery was the result and segregation the end result. Just as South Africa weathered the storm of Apartheid, now, America stands at a crossroad; should she turn left or should she pivot right.

Many will argue that this is extremism; have not the conservative radio hosts spoken on veiled terms of “now is ‘our’ time to take back America.”
Educated people have fallen prey to the lies cast forth from the very media sources they once eschewed.
Informed people, some of whom are the most highly educated, rant on woman’s issues like a zealot who has just walked from his hut and then was seceded the ability of command over women and the poor. Pro-life has become a word; while we as humans have an obligation to protect the young-if most animals can, why not more so humans.

The reality of this dogmatic approach to life and human rights regardless of common sense or even biblical teachings is heinous.

People have the right to seek their own happiness without mandated edicts from governmental powers. Yet, when the protected rights of all citizens are in danger of, or repeatedly violated-States Rights should be acknowledged.
People have the right to exist as thinking sentient beings and should be allowed to develop as far as their abilities and determination will allow. Education has improved the quality of life of a nations citizenry.

The American political process seems to be doomed as Politicians refuse to carry out their Constitutional responsibilities, while signing internal pledges to ignore their respective obligations to their constituents and sit stoically in their Senate or House seats and do nothing.

The rich have circumvented the American political process by convincing political leaders to circumvent the political mandate as elected officials who were placed in those positions by voters following a just and fair election process. These elected officials ignore their voters and bow to the influence of billionaire influence peddlers who have a shadowy motivation.

This is currently why the cost of this election is so high.
The entire voting process appears to be a miserable joke. Have the American people been fooled into the greatest con job in recent history.

Let us see how far this nation is willing to carry the burden of change. It is senseless to through support behind one person who claims to be in your corner, while having mistreated you initially has decided to alter their persona.

Are the hidden faces of hate lining up, buoyed by billionaires and special interest groups. Let us see how far their money goes.

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Waiting For Beauty

Waiting For Beauty

 
Standing, I foolishly waited for the cosmetics to be rendered their due honors.

Their patron, patiently applying what might work yesterday, not being visualized today.

Who first sought to turn the natural look of a woman in to heightened loveliness, into more when all that might be realized is before man.

Why take GOD’S pure image of treasured greatness and morph her into an idealized perception of her own greatness.

I believe man’s desire for a quick glance to comfort his tyrannical need for perfect has now extended to whom he loves; his judgement is clouded and this blinds him to reality.

A woman is beautiful.

Pay attention to her movements, each pause, turn or hesitation; a selection of choreographed symphonic passions that emanate friendship, love, devotion, loyalty.

What of Man. Will our narrow minded desire for the “perfect woman” alter perceptions of even GODS ordained order. HIS expectation that we are seeking what we might share–perfect, as we see in life, while desirous of what we have not, is a quandary that man will ever seek to overcome.

Why waste her beauty, with the toss of her head we hesitate, by the mere adjustment of her shoulder–perhaps a flex; are we not taken and tossed about.

Every shake or sway of hair, by wind, breeze, fan or step.

A moistening of her lips the sight of her lips slightly parted, rival the most beautiful of sculptures or photos or paintings ever created or may be created.

A slight furrow of her brow, a tender crinkling of her nose, or a twitch–she is honored for her magnificence.

Man, you might miss out while seeking perfection, just as you try to encourage and alter the concept that beauty transformed is the only way. This only leads to foolish pride.

Think.

Look at her unpretentious beauty, visualize her passion, experience her intelligence, see her strength, and learn that which she richly shares, then marvel about all that is about and within her.

If we measured life by what we see upon the surface, life would be miserable and unfulfilled.

Sharing events, or understanding the moments of beauty we are granted, make our lives truly exceptional.

That Day

Life’s victories are not without cost. This bitter reality rang true for every first responder who gathered below, and without hesitation ran upwards before the towers fell. 

 On that day the courageous of Flight 93, in which the will and tenacity of the passengers aboard shattered the momentary calm of that Pennsylvania field before cooling metal and fire made that same field silent save for the wind and Nature’s sounds, take control again. 

 Held blameless is Fate, an innocent bystander this time, or Mercy, although plenty was found on that shaken and crushed pile of smoldering tears, the World beheld. 

 There was terror filling the hearts of Humanity that day, as cheers from the ignorant are washed away by the tears of multitudes. 

 Can we forgive those that formulated and then produced such an end, yes, some of us can, because as some cried out it was the Will of Allah, know we that because of the freedom GOD has indeed pledged to Mankind so this terrible act is a reward of the same freedoms. 

 We as Humanity, can persevere and do, it is a Blessing from GOD that allows us freedom to act positively or in a small segment of the World’s population–negatively. 

 We do this–forgive, because we can, but, never ever believe we will forget. Selah.

Ice Flower

Ice Flower

Radiant, inspiring, her beauty shown as clear as the great sheets of ice that spanned the breath of Antarctica;

Her, persona was unique and gave him reason to ponder on her magnificence, she demanded nothing of him, sometimes this was perplexing to him; he would shrug it off.

He saw her one morning on his way to an appointment, walking in she smiled as she first saw him; then the frown as though he conjured up some long ago memory that she may have desired to keep filed away.

Laughing to himself, he enjoyed the brief interlude and erased her from his memory.

Giving light to the newness of future events to come enerred as he may have felt himself redeemed and not blamed at his failure with loves immeasurable twists and turns, curves and switchbacks, thusly, giving him reason to cry out.

He thought back, not, because of this one; as another woman walked by. She smiled. Spoke once, and forged ahead to her appointment.

He considered by comparison each ones beauty or mannerism and sought to put into words Antarctica
with its frozen, harsh strata, and characteristics.

He saw his first passerby as the vast desolate landscape as first seen from a distance, white ice and snow covered mountains dominated the horizon; seemingly unforgiving in every respect; here survival rules
without respect to a persons stature
political affiliation, religious choice, or gender.

Come prepared, or come to stay, her eyes seemed to say. He fascinated that perhaps she might have a warm place in her heart for some one.

Miles of frozen expanse gives not love not condolence or leaves nothing to chance, as though her body and face explain give me love completely or undeterred my wind and cold are the wrath I own to impart at will.

Many have found my frozen white sheets do mistake for a bed and lay down upon them for their final sleep.

Fall for this not and listen to your heart. Stand on the ice and snow prepare for winters furious blow arriving without love or preamble, leaves a frozen bitter shamble.

Sea Dreamer

   I loved her. It was enough. 1749 seemed a difficult time for making a life for one’s self; not to mention a home, and family. The many self owned businesses manufactured gin and as a living was to be made from that.  Some people, me included preferred to earn my livelihood as had my father and his father before him. The love of the sea and its profits could make any man feel good about his work, and a modest profit besides. She was not yet with child and my heart knew that try as I might time and fortune would answer that riddle. She was most beautiful and was the answer to my hopes for someone who would share my life dreams and hopes.

   She was of a modest height coming to the bottom of my shoulder, her hair was the color of cured straw and her face held tender lips and eyes that were soft as the coming dawn. My mind drew comfort from being her husband. As such I was pleased that she kept house and was willing to quietly urge me to assist in chores that were not normally those of a man. Bear in mind, that this is between we men and are really not of a mind to shout from the rooftops those things our wives are able to encourage us to do. Things like tending the garden, and painting the house and such.

Mind you men folk, keep this to yourself.

She helped me as a fisherman, by aiding me to pull the boat from the beach and down to the water’s edge. I loved the strength I saw in her body, hair flying askew; legs and the beautiful arches of her feet as she strained and sweated along with me to float the tool of our livelihood to sea. I often enjoyed watching her mend the nets and she was more than able to do such work. She is the day to my night. I see her as a life mate for me. My purpose to provide for her was manifest. By my willingness to don a large warm sweater she knitted and row out into the sea where our fortunes awaited, was the greatest gift I felt as a man I could undertake.

Her world was my world. She was very special, almost unique. It is noted that from Eccles on Sea to Waxham she was known for her abilities in healing. I know nothing of those arts, but I am inclined to say that since they do well; they can not be bad. My love for her clouded my reason at times and in this manner I was content. She was demanding only to this extent that we have one day of the week and the odd holiday for our time spent just for the two of us. I could not see the harm as this gave me time to enjoy the forest which we both loved or the beach which we loved with equal measure. We would oft times walk, or picnic and finding a secluded area we loved with a hunger as though our lives were too short. She is beauty personified by the radiance of the sun; she is the pale underside of the leaves which contrast themselves against the gray skies of the incoming North Sea storm. She is the warmth and softness of the gentle spring sun. Her lips hold the moisture of the summer rains and her skin smells like flowers and her touch as kind as the innocent ewe seeking milk from its mother.

    I see her as my soul mate. I prayed that one day we would need not work so hard but live as the gentle folk in Surrey. My day at sea was to row out several miles and not return until my barrel was filled with salted fish. I left before sunup and sometimes returned after sundown. Always, she was there with lantern as I departed I could see her as I rowed east or the same as I rowed back upon returning toward the west. I could only refer to her position but she held true and never wavered. Upon one evenings return she wore a strangely colored smock, I deemed it not prudent to ask about it but waited until she wanted to tell me. She was fearful of my reaction but when she explained and seeing the mirth in my eyes I asked her to hug me and she knew shortly that the color caused another sensation within me. She smiled hugged me tighter and we fell into the consummate joy as our bodies answered each others beckons. She described it as an accident while she canned berries, wasting some upon her smock she tried in vain to wash it out. It would not so she decided to use the cloth to wash the kettle. The warm soft color like that of the rose would not come out but resulted is this new color seen only on the great paintings of the castles. We have not a name for it, I imagined berry color. She wears it for me when we retire and it is with great amusement that I enjoy it.

On the day that it occurred I was looking inward and not outward until the force of the gale hit. My nose was focused and remembering smelling my love and not my surroundings. The wind struck my boat with a mighty heave and the waves came up suddenly. I was forced to retrieve my nets and turn towards the west and home. The waves came up higher and the water washed over the gunwale. I paused often to bail out the water and knowing the wind was pushing west it gave me some comfort in rowing. I could not see my love with the lantern and hoping to do so I turned to look for her. I was not able to see the shore but I knew I was going toward them. It was just a matter of time when. My hands were bitter numb from the cold and my mind was seeing images of days of love and my darling’s fathomless eyes. How I longed to be in her arms this moment. How I wished to deeply to feel her fingers in my mouth. I wanted to touch her very spirit with my tongue. While I bailed a wave larger than most tore away one of the boats oars. I screamed in frustration. I could but helplessly sit and bail hoping that the wind would push me in towards shore. Such was not to be as a large wave crashed over the boat and spilled me and all my trade works over and into the sea.

    I have never felt such anger as I strove to swim away from the wreck only to find my legs entangled in the net. I felt myself being pulled down down towards where the sea was calmer and she seemed to wait with the lantern. I smiled and she smiled in return and I loved the brightness that enveloped us both. I kissed you and you kissed me in return. I love you so much.

    She waited until dawn and with lantern in her numb hands she returned wearily to their cottage. She knew he would return and prepared food for them both. She would constantly check every day until he returned. I came to you every day and I stretched my arm out towards you but I guess you could not see it. I was angry because I realized the stupid net held my arm pinned to my side. You would be proud of me. I held those stupid crabs off for two months before they consumed my flesh. Had it not been for a nosy squid that took a plug of my flesh, then after that it was every body help yourselves. I should have caught more of those and cooked them.  I can not see you now, I have but hollow eye sockets; but I know in my heart that you still wait. I love you so much and I will be faithful in paradise until you come join me. 

Oh yes, the color of your smock is pink.  Continue reading

I Envisioned

Woman, heart and soul of this World

Woman, heart and soul of this World

Curiously, my fingers traced softly over your

eyelashes, gently moved over the

ridges of your lips and tenderly

explored your hair, ears, and the

graceful contour of your neck.

Warm, supple and graceful – woman

by design is sensual charm, by GODS

power – wondrous beauty; not

from a soup from Earth’s beginning

such form not chanced. Life’s

miracle as through a rehearsed dance.

Humanity personified as

unique – songs, sonnets, and prose

remark about woman’s strength

and charm;

vibrant – persuasive, diligent, insightful

hers is a kinder sweeter argument;

intelligent – thorough, determined,

her persistence is relentless;

tough – beyond her femininity, a

sensitive team player or rugged individualist;

motivated – beyond the imagination of men,

governments, and even religions, and first

children, gently as she wishes;

kind – warm, strong, gentle, filled with grace

an enduring memory, the vision of her face;

humorous – mirth, joy, and her tireless laughter,

problems become less of a dilemma under her smile;

witty – a quip or Bible verse, a parable or long

forgotten rhyme, her memories she can share

span the length of preceding generations time;

adventurous – this proven and miracles

never end, she has climbed the highest

mountains, explored space and found

satisfaction in the deepest seas; or the

most difficult task, to raise her young;

peacemakers – seeking above all else,

until words fail;

warriors – then to battle as needed and

her desire to win is without match;

negotiators – seeking to mediate when

society or even home asks or demands;

judges – when peaceful existence can

not be met, she decides;

attorney – she is better defending, as

I would much rather have her beside

me than;

prosecutor – opposite me in the court

room or the living room, she has humbled all;

referee – she can see the truth often before we

have realized the why of our argument;

all – woman is GOD’S vision, and answer to complete our World.