Words by the thousands, for one Pictue

Eternity, a long time.  It seems along time away.  Forever.

I do not have, that long to live, breathing. I hope to experience Eternity.
One day.

I have heard, so have you, that a picture is worth a thousand words, I want to write
thousands of words to get the picture of Eternity, and get it right.
There is one way.

I have heard that words can fail you, that is when music speaks. If words are my only voice
and poetry and prose are the only notes that are on key........
Do you.. will you recognize the song..
Can you sing along so
I do not sing, out loud;
Alone.

If I paint a story with my pen or construct a vast
array of sentences, to fill the void,
please read it and bring it to life;
thump, thump,
in the emptiness,
feel for a pulse,
bring your face close,
to catch the signs of life;
A breath.

I am desperate here.
I am wanting; to ink stain, computer character,
and burn a memory in the muscle of your concious
and unconcious.
I AM.

My arms can not open to hug anyone, if
I hug my self to protect my self from the
darkness, in the world that slays
innocents without, regard for their
thoughts, their breath or what they speak; not a
word.

Winter waits. Cold comes. Freezing rain falls.
Seek the shelter, that opens its doors to the cry of
your heart; that still beats, the beats through time
and space and beyond reason; that, IT, echos
across.

Spring follows, Summer simmers until the Fall,
which brings an end to the seasons, which again
are whitened purely by Winters frost; snow and frozen
death.

If you suffer; somewhere someone has suffered more. You are not alone,
left out in the cold although some are; in places that do not have chilly temperatures
they are treated worse than as if they were living in the most severe of winter conditions.
Punished.

This cycle of seasons is not experienced by all parts of Earth; the weather, still leads on
and results need to show changes to the status quo for mankind to survive, to   
live eternally.

Up the creek with a shopping cart.

I am a dinosaur.  In some circles that is.  My age is not catching up with me, I am better at representing IT than ever before.  There is a creek, or better known as a fish bearing stream.  It runs beside where we live. Most days it is only deep enough to keep moving.  Just like I am, just moving, just breathing, just not fast enough, anymore.  I walk past the creek, further down, the road, close to work. In summer there is a coolness that pours out of the shaded part of the stream that is both refreshing and proof that Green is my favorite color.

Just as you walk along the handrail, and look down, into the creek, you see a shopping cart, it has been there for a while, handle buried into the sediment of the creek bed, pointing skyward, begging for a lift out, a hand up or maybe it prays to the shopping mall gods for a rescue. Fewer people linger there anymore, few did anyway except to discard other peoples discarded junk/treasure. Sometimes other peoples' stolen goods fragments could be seen decorating the the forest floor, like Christmas for the forest folk or fairyland does celebrate commercialism!  The hospital is getting a huge "renovation" and there are people who have cleaned out the underbrush, of everything that has ever been discarded.

Street people, the homeless, live, sleep, have sex, do drugs, hide from a world that does not see them while looking right at them; above the creek, in temporary shelters; which rise and fall like the sun or the moon.  Among all this there is that shopping cart, the bastion of buying power, the Mover of goods, as much as you can stuff in the cart, "Will that be charge or debit or cash?" Once you pay more than you should, from you bank account which; has less than you need or worse, put it on credit and pay it off in 19 years; want has a price tag a lifetime long. That shopping cart in the creek, is not fulfilling its' original purpose, it was never happy or sad.  Are you fulfilling your purpose, original, otherwise or newly discovered?

Letting your self get bogged down in the silt of your mess as life passes by like water in that creek, may lead to much unhappiness.  That shopping cart is a dinosaur. Malls are dinosaur homes, who are trying to re-invent their significance, the purpose has not changed, but they want you the consumer to see them as that cool fresh breeze and leave your green behind. That is not why green is my favorite color.   That is another story, not for today.  So you can choose to let the mall define you or go out and discover your value, out there sharing life with people who value you more than just a mover of commercial goods, just remember, the shopping cart does not move it self, it has no will.  Who put that one in the creek and what are you determined to do, to become, to share with the world you see right in front of your eyes......then dream big! Will you?

Oh I am not really a dinosaur.  Seriously.

C is for Censorship and Congress

Strange how this is going around and around. Wikipedia puts it like this "The Bill of Rights is a series of limitations on the power of the U.S. federal government, protecting the natural rights of liberty and property including freedom of religion, freedom of speech" etc.   Why does Congress, if it really does, want to censor the internet.  Censorship is an act where you restrict access and since the internet is all about knowledge, good and bad, legitimate and illegitimate.  Maybe the idea is to own the internet, like owning water rights in other countries.  Nope that doesn't wash, does it?
The answer for censorship  is not an easy road and using the freedom of speech, like we have in all of the world, but wait that is UTOPIAN-ISM.   There are very few countries that have the free speech of the North American continent.  There is much misinformation, and other STUFF on the internet; it is not all good but it is all available.
Censorship is an easier solution for some; then education and moral fibre.
It is easier to make a law which that can be broken, obtain money through a fine to keep the Judiciary employed.
 Than.... to educate people on right and wrong, on what is art, and motivating, and positive, that would take money away from government, at several levels.  More teachers, more classrooms, more expenses, possibly a better society, oh but it is a gamble..... or is it?

If there is a question of freedom of honest speech, then there is a problem with Congress legislating. If there are a certain large number of websites, in foreign countries or not; who promote pornography, or worse.  It is hard to protect citizens who have been educated to use a computer to explore the world. Both the Good and the Bad are out THERE. People need to make right choices in bad situations with bad information.

C is also for computers.  How does it feel to be a slave to technology.

To those who I said, I would blog on December 1st, it is actually the 2nd where you are.   I am neither for or against what Congress will or will not do. I am not an American.  I am not for or against Censorship, I have seen some where I live and in fact been impacted, by Movie ratings as an example.  What I am for is if you stare at garbage on your computer it does burn an impression into your brain, is that what you want.   Leave your wide screen TV or computer on and see what happens if you do not have a screen saver or it is unable to shut down.

The same goes for you what you put or pour, inside you - comes out, maybe in how you act, how you work, how you treat people, more importantly how you see yourself,  do you really like what you see?  Really?