Perhaps I have been hiding out on this hillside too long...The dragons are quite out of hand. And I do mean the Evil ones, the kind that look more like Banks. Or large Gas Companies that are willing to Frack us any way they can. They are Monsters and have a ravenous appetite for money and souls. They are real...they are vicious...they are gigantic. They keep us under control by throwing small scraps of money and watching us fight over it. They tempt us with goods and services to use strictly for our own pleasures, while those about us suffer. They would have us believe it is best to horde what we have, since, after all, one never knows what might happen next. They would have us believe our own pleasure is more important than the well being of others.
Is it possible to live without feeding these Dragons? Well, let us all think about that long and hard...
A united effort might make that possible, but a united effort is also hard to imagine. The collapse of the Beast may also be unimaginable... But yet it seems we must do something.
A United Voice, A Song...

Motherhood

MOTHERHOOD

I can tell by the timid way she approaches I have hurt her too many times
And yet I, myself, remain unfamiliar with the method
By which I have scarred this great Beauty
And carved the great gulch that appears so unbreechable
Her on one side and I on the other…

Oh! Build me a Bridge, I beseech of the Heavens
Disarm me and gentle me yet let me live
I wonder if what I am asking is possible
Or if perhaps I should just pray for a Miracle

Why is it that I cannot see?
Why does it hurt so much to see?


I can tell by the timid way she approached she only wants me to be kind
And give to her all that she needs but can’t ask for
Having no way to define or articulate
Deep human longings or simple emotions
She is, after all, just a child.

Ah, where is the wand that will wave away sorrow
And leave in its place such sweet reverie
As I hold in my heart whenever I think of her.
I wish this were all she could see

And I wish that was all I could be
And I wish I could be all I wish I could be
I wish Love would set us all free.

Lightness

Lightness


How quickly the prison
becomes as a prism
when Light arrives
at just the right angle
To unlock the cage...
inviting the Freedom
of imprisoned rainbows
Extravagant colors...
Heavens harmonics
are housed in each hue
and splash out as laughter,
the sound of the Wood Thrush
the hoof beat of horses...
And blend into seasons of
orchids and ocelots
All Flora and Fauna
Translate again into dance and caresses
the making of love
the rustling of wings
Who can say what is possible..?

Idiot/Savant

One very important thing to know is....we are all genius AND we are all retarded.
Yep, Idiot/Savant. You and Me.
Yep, you and I , we are ringin' off both ends of the bell-curve and sometimes we are just sooooo impressive and other times we are sooooo pathetic.

There are days when we just wish Fox News would show up...or Amy Goodman ...and they would tell the world about our fabulous new song, or outfit or discovery, or whatever...
AND there are times when, if they actualy DID show up, we'd have to lock them in the basement till they promised not to tell.

So. Now that YOU know that I know who you are....Be kind to me.

French Fighing/French Kissing OR The French Revolution

French Fighting/French Kissing

I don't really know how to do this..but it seems to work for some. "Just don't think about it", he said...and I wondered, "How is that possible?" My fingers were sunk deep into the fleece, gripping tightly...my participation, no doubt, but a perfunctory part of the deed, as her struggle appeared over once she was on her back.
How pleasantly she gave into her fate, this chubby little lamb. The strength of my grip was mainly for myself . Just something to hang onto during the dying process.
It was Eric that actually held the knife. I am too weak to do this for myself...I ask too much from him, but he is needy also, and goes along. It is hard for me to determine whether it is self determination or self loathing that would have one turn their thoughts away from their deeds.....or have another do their deeds for them.
At any rate, regardless of motivation, the slaughter of innocence felt much more like Sin than Atonement...

In another form of Murder, of which he had already proven himself quite capable, it was Eric who again held the knife, craftily letting the air out of the buoyancy that had carried her merrily through life... But the scene was less conscience than the sheep slaughtering event, though infinitely more bloody... uh! It was a bloody mess! ....the blood finally oozing out through her hair. Internal bleeding is every bit as dangerous, and potentially mortal, as any externally inflicted wounds. What made this particular puncture insidious, was actually its particular form of delivery... Unfelt, unseen, like Hemlock..

Well, but that is only one perspective, and we all know looks are deceiving...which is partially true in this case. It could easily be said to have only been done strictly in self defense. Or ignorance! Or as some ancient form of sharing knowledge. And why not? All the silent witnesses had but one eye open, anyway. And these witnesses, are they qualified? Who's to say? And who needs them, anyway! The best way to handle any serious argument is to take your clothes off.! One garment for every insult, one for every indignant retort! How serious is it then, I ask you...standing there in your butt naked indignation! How serious is it then.....?
Only serious enough to bring about a little irrepressible smile....Good Gracious! We are so ridiculous!....that works itself into a hearty laugh. and maybe more..the Love that has always been there...
Ah, Oui! The best part of any fight....Kiss and make up...make up... mmm....wake up...

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