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Friday, September 25, 2015

The Cabaret of the Politically Grotesque

The Cabaret of the Politically Grotesque
It is a year and two months to the 2016 US presidential election, but the circus of the political freaks and gimps is already in full swing in Washington DC.  With the resignation of Speaker John Boehner in the face of an impending leadership vote, sanity lost to the fanatical grandstanding that is the Right Wing Fascism.

As the deep seeded acrimony continues to standstill the peoples work in Congress, with strong opposition to Prochoice laws and cessation of funding for organizations such as Planned Parenthood being tied to the running of governmental operations. The right wing extremists within the GOP are frankly acting treasonous by undermining infrastructure project funding, obstructing plans for universal healthcare and repeated assaults on the Affordable Care Act, the Obamacare.   

In the last eight years of President Obama’s administration, a presidency so full of the promise of Hope and Change, but the Realpolitik of Washington produced legislation, as the Bard called “Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing”.  A mixed bag of the following; a mediocre ACA, attempts at passing legislation to curtail Climate change effects, pull out of American forces from a deeply unstable Iraq and Afghanistan that led to disastrous results in the form of ISIS, a resurgent Taliban, appeasement of Russia that lead to annexation of Ukrainian territories, and furthering by default the Russian/Soviet hegemonic agenda.

The aforementioned programs were Conservative in their origins, advocated and presented by previous Republican lawmakers. But the stalwart opposition to this president’s agenda and the absolute unwillingness to compromise on anything for the sake of the American people is an unprecedented state of events. 
As we are exactly 10 years away from the quarter century mark in the 21st century, these political posturing do nothing but weaken the country, when education, healthcare, capital infrastructure, development and investment programs are curtailed, terminated or underfunded. With the changing demographics of the United States, the GOP must understand that the old paradigm of Caucasian dominance culturally, politically and numerically is drastically shifting to immigrants from Latin America and Asia.

Now is the time for both the Democrats and GOP to come to terms with major differences on policy regarding major issues otherwise the US will lose its status as the sole Super Power of the world.

This writer remembers in his youth the dichotomy of the Free World versus the Soviet Dominance. I dare not imagine a Resurgent Russia, an insurmountable China, or an upcoming India to change the World Order. 

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Act of Kindness

The old man, hobbled, hair worn, pants torn, eyeing the wares in the window with the relish of a child. but no dime in pocket.

He stood up, the young one, hair slick, pants that fit, perhaps a bit too tightly.
And extended a simple act of kindness as the world walked by.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Shit Happens!

On my way to work, I stopped by a grave yard today.  The silent whispers of the woods, the chirps of the birds, the bees and the ephemera around me, spoke nothing but of peace and tranquility in that sea of death.  
The glistening, shining, blinking of the sunlight off the surfaces of the tombstones was a strange view as though the dead were speaking out , saying “ Hey, we reflect light too”. 

I walked around carefully stepping across and around the tombstones, for in wake of not offending  the dead, but plunging deep in the crevice of a newly dug grave , so as not to realize my worst nightmare.  I walked furthermore, and as the sun beamed at high noon upon my head, its burn made me feel of how alive I was at that moment.

As I walked  around , all I could see were reminders of others’ lives, inscribed in granite and marble. I stopped in my tracks to listen the silence, and pay my respects.

As I turned back retracing my steps, I saw the grave of a young man who had died in the prime of his youth. And I thought to myself, whether he had realized his life’s dream in the short span that he had. 


Just as I was about to step foot in my car, I felt a warm drop fall from the sky. As I recoiled in reflex, I saw an eagle hovering over me. And I was reminded; Shit Happens.

Monday, September 14, 2015

I seek the Divine within...

I seek the divine within you and me.

gnawing, clawing, each other to the end as we feast on each others lustful wares.

though sometimes I wonder how come something so beautiful is so damning and forbidden.

I saw in you perhaps for a fleeting moment , the salvation from my own hell's and torments,

for the sight of you delighted me,

the sound of you nourished me,

the thought of you completed me,

the touch of you saved me.  

how can I find my permanent bliss, if you are not by my side.

for i am about to enter the second act of my life, and you are yet to take center stage,

you will perform so well for so many, though I want you only for me. 

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Last night, I could not sleep...

Last night I could not sleep. The unbreakingly dark of the night which lent a strange eeriness to the anguish within me.  And I wondered where and how will this night end, how the passage of time will mend the wounds.
But I suffer caused by own melancholy and pain in the absence of something unknowable, something intangible.

Will I let this go, so shall I suffer the consequences of you until my days' end. Or shall I capitulate to the pressures that are around me, to succumb to the desires of others. Perhaps I can mask the real pain that exists within me by the cover up of others' happiness, for the happiness of others.

But no excuse, not to be Who I am, what I want, where do I go, how do I go about it. These questions that linger within me into the darkness, on the hour, every hour.

I see an aberration of something, it is the thought of you, manifest in form and I called out , Yes?

Body of Work

Head, shoulders, arms, torso

Chest, stomach, privates and toe,

Buttocks, thighs, legs and spine,

form my body of work supine.

Sitting, running, walking, I stand
and face the world, woman and man.

Hair, eyes, teeth and nose,
older yet this body grows.

Heart, mind, blood and hand,
this body of work, it's own true brand.

Before I put myself to rest,
and prepare for my final test,

I write with many a song and voice,
and hope they don't get lost in the noise.

The Lovers, as they walked by...

Walking hand in hand, smiling, laughing, carefully holding one another as tenderly as the manifestations of their loves' affections. The lovers, as they walked by.

He talked of his day, his straw golden hairs, jostled on his shoulders ever so freely.

The auburn haired one, listened intently, carefully, ever so lovingly to his golden lover's musings; he caressed him for encouragement and made his intentions known by simply being there.

They smiled past the gawking eyes, with contentment and bliss for one another, and not a care for the haughty, jealous world around them.