Never felt the need to hide behind the abstract of avatars or be anonymous. Why would anyone hide behind who they are? Always amazed me.

A lot has been discussed about the topic of abortion. There are those for it, those against it, those that could give a shit either way.

I know many men who fuck women, get them pregnant and then leave the woman to her own to care for a child while they are busy looking for other women to fuck.

I know many men who fuck women, get them pregnant, and take responsibility. Trying to aid the women and help raise the new bundle of life.

Of course, for women, there is the “Right to choose. It’s my body.” And you know what? It is. It is a woman’s body that allows a man to fuck her or not. It is a woman’s right to choose whatever SHE wants… however,  it is not her right, or his right to choose over the life of  a child growing inside. Never has been, never will.

All this talk of legality, of rights, of women, men, children… It is all that, talk. Talk with ramifications for the collective herd of humans.

In some countries such as America, laws have been passed. Laws allowing the killing of other humans for no reason other than the reason of choice. How wonderful! Choice, such a beautiful concept.

I’ve known humanity and what it is, for a very, very, very long time. Nothing has changed. Sure, free will and choice sometimes produces glimmers of hope. Jesus is one such example. Mother Theresa, another. And there are many other examples of what potential lays in the heart of humanity.

But for all that ‘hope’ and examples of what humanity COULD become… for a long time, currently, and for a LONG time to come… humanity is truly an ignorant, fucked up species actually not worthy of being called ‘humane’ or civilized…

New York, a temporary dwelling of humans on this planet want pregnant woman to have the ability to kill babies up until the moment they leave the womb. What a proud testament for an evolved and advanced species.

Now, to me, it is what it is and will be for a very very very, long time… No changing that. No mincing words.  Hate is indeed powerful. Killing nothing more than an ingrained process every human is born with.

What is amazing, I would never kill another human for their opinions, but others would kill me for mine in an instant if they could… And there we have it. Humans love to kill. They kill plants, animals, emotions, relations, and other humans… All in the process of choice and ability.

It will remain this way for a very very very long time. There will be some exciting events along the way as mankind connects… but with connection comes revelation and with revelation comes new demons of choice…

What is easily understood today will soon become muddied as there is a lot not currently understood that will never be understood.

It is easy to get upset, easy to get mad at the ignorance of ignorance. Lately becoming better at being detached from the human herd. Almost like  aborting myself from such foolery. And in this, the choice is a good one.

To watch love and hate from afar is better than entering the fray. As to fight for is to fight for what?

War after war is fought with the same results… Death.

I choose LIFE. Always have, always will. And to God, I say ‘thanks’ to that.

Worry

Wasted ways when feeling unchangeable thoughts
Nazi
Dictator
Evil
Names with names for worried thoughts

They came/come in force, bullies mounted with strength of opinion and laws
Nostrils of war horses carrying bloodied banners
and at what cost?

Over and over with over again
so many innocents perished while worrying
trying to preserve purity and way
only to lose and in history
get lost…

War cares nothing for victor or victim
War cares not
only
in the moments of battle again and again with again again
corruption in the Wind.
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It is and has been called
again and again with again again
Over and over with over
again…

Bear witness this Wind
Sweeping over the Lands
Wail and weep
Yell and raise fist
Worry or not
the Battle continues
more so
than over
and again…

And maybe the survivors will come to realize a calm
a calm before another Wind…
or until then?
probably
not.

A lot goes on around you. There is the comings and goings of those living around you. There are animals and birds doing whatever it is animals and birds do.

In your society there are social intercourse, there is news, there is a lot going on.

Ever since humans have had the ability of dialogue there has been the sharing of life and all that goes on around them. Still happens today, though at a faster pace aided by technology such as this computer and internet.

Polarized is a good word showing what has happened over the centuries. It stands for one set of beliefs that are contrary to one set of beliefs. An example currently is as simple as socialism against capitalism, or republicans against democrats.

Yes, a lot goes on around you. A huge amount of energy expended. Of voice and print. A clamoring of species. A species even advanced enough to spread out into space.

Little probes on planets, moons, even asteroids. Telling the Universe that a species is roaring with opinion, science, facts, and a set of beliefs. And you know what it means in the grand scheme of things? Nothing. Not one damn thing.

There are other species in the infinity of Space that care absolutely not one thing about the rantings and ramblings of what is called, humanity.

So, scream your lungs out. Twitter. Tweet. Facebook. Diary. Newspaper. Radio. Laser. Thump. Thud. Beat a drum.

For such as what i am, it really is nothing more than what you might call, comedy. It is amazing how important you all think you are even if you think you don’t think (wink) so.

But don’t worry, (ha!) you all soon are going to get a visit, a gift that most will think is so very wonderful. However, keep in mind… beware of strangers bearing gifts… Of course, you won’t and that is what makes it all that much more a tragic comedy.

Blood In the Moon

Menses to fell those of moods; swelling pulse of red
Placed between fingers, fingers so light in touch
there, a wavering cloth bleached white as if battled to surrender

Timely comes cones of tail, swimming course and way
Lost minutes as the seconds fail
until
Centuries bulge, exploding silently
the bridge between the valleys of time

A knight falls to fate
A maiden eats the bitter
A peasant toils with head down to survive
A king wears the pride
A queen wails

Riches or Spoils?
Inside the Moon,
full of pull and sway,
a heart full of blood beating without any life.

Every moment on this planet is time of, was, is…

In the good ol days, tribes, cultures, countries, even individuals, all spent the day/nights trying to survive.

There were environmental hazards such as flooding, fires, winds, brutal winters, severe simmering summers. There were wars and fighting. Animals, insects, poisonous critters. Sickness, illness, disease.

Of course with such a struggle to survive most tribes, cultures, countries, even individuals, were very very very close to their environments. Tuned in so to speak.

In the good ol days, survival was the main moment to be. And then, it started to change. Science evolved. Technology budded. Heck, people even had fire and knowledge how to grow food and dabble with art, music, and what could be considered, sport or fun. Their true connection to their environment became severed, much like ‘today’.

The good ol days were not really all that good if you got eaten by a lion or had a spear shoved up your ass or some marauding group raped all your women, enslaved your children and killed your men… Which leads me to the following article I read today titled: California Dem State Senator bans ‘he’ and ‘she’ pronouns.

What fun! Can’t say that a marauding group raped all your women, enslaved your children and killed your men… The State Senator wants the word ‘they’ used instead, so to be kind to gender neutral folks.

So, in the good ol days she would have said, “A marauding group raped all of them, enslaved them, and killed all of them.” Huh?

That’s the world we have. Women with power to come up with stupid shit like the State Senator from California. Men with their balls cut off. And children who are raised in such a shit moment.

That’s okay though. All it takes is a reality check such as a huge and horrible natural disaster where men become men, women become women, and children who grow in a time where they can become men and women, that is, if they can survive that long…

I really really reeeeeeally find this world humorous. And, I miss the good ol days of just enjoying the gift of survival.

Swimming with the fish high above the sands
Currents kind and in command

Keel spine and rudder
Propellers push of mobbed
chaos
churning bubbles

Deep to find and sift
spying schools in session
evading baited points with aloof opinions

So easy to reach out with hooked hand
Grasping lipped gill and shimmering colors

A flip of tail to no avail
one
after
one
after one…

Watery world of comfort
Needs filled
no hunger
no pain
with random folly
counting other world seagulls.

Puppies are the best thing on this planet! Well, except for pizza, chips, snails smother in garlic butter, pizza…did I mention pizza?

Anyway, got a new corgi pup and man is she a handful. Eats more per size than I do. Thus the inspiration.
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Sobo

So, nine weeks old going on fusion of puppy chow
Zooming around like a top
Chewing everything from shoes to the mop

Boy is she cute!
Black, and white, with a smidge of brown
and attitude?

Watched her take on the big boy
Watcher her torment the big girl
What a sight!

For anyone needing joy in their life over stress, work, and money
Get a puppy, a corgi is best
unless you want to be tormented
driven crazy
depressed…
then buy a cat.

Beneath the stout girders; steel formed to angle

Deck of gravel and oil

while above a nest of a bird

Hear the sounds as he moves about and around?

A lovely little fella; big feet, big belly, big ears, razor blue eyes

playing with the rain and snow, with tongue lapping up water

and fish swimming by.

Cars, trucks and people travel over and by

lost in their world concerned with life

Saw the troll peeking, the light coming from his eyes

Piercing

Revealing

his laughter rubbing the mind

taking a trip there tonight in a Dream

maybe play a game of cards and sip tea

for when the sun rises tomorrow, the troll will attend to serious business

tomorrow he will tickle a family of raccoons, chase ducks, and try to wear pantaloons.

,

Poetry. A most wonderful mechanism installed in every human heart at birth and remains after death.

Read a poem well written. Very poignant and vivid.

With poetry there truly is a reveal of that illusive wisp of soul, a sliver if you will.

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Yes and No

Knowing a bit means a bit more

and less

No, sounds like knowledge

Yes, sounds like yes

To have been burnt brings the smell, the feel, of experience

To have been burnt means to say no to such futures which then brings

Yes, yes to know of the experience

Some say no when they want yes

Meaning they say no when fearing rejection

Rejection

Acceptance

A balance of no and yes

Some say yes when they want no

Meaning they say yes when fearing acceptance

A balance of yes and no

How wonderful indeed, the pointed pivot of fulcrum

Carrying the weight of balance needed

where full weight of words come to the center and blend

where yes means no and no means yes.

Divisible and with three

armed with and giving

Homer and friend and wood

Then there were three, and three again

such to begin

a grin

for really, what does it matter?

to reveal with slice after slice

the heart of Oak.