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While the generations speak to the future,

the voices, in all of their theatrical manner,

give us pause,

to hold true our postures in peace and fulfillment.

 

In the background listening to Bleecker street,

Simon & Garfunkel seemed to be here at the same time,

life hasn’t really changed in 2016,

50 years ago we all really did want the same.

 

Our unique lives, in a country of freedom,

I know I will always wonder how it affects me,

in the manner that other people, worlds away,

yet right next door, aren’t allowed to feel the same.

 

I know that love is real, love is a something we feel,

together we might understand that love is Grace.

 

 

Hillary Gets My Vote

I know we all have our bias, and I do try to respect everyone’s opinion. I watched parts of Cleveland last week, and focused mostly on the commentators. I found it difficult to listen to the speeches, thematically they seemed angry and fed into a fear-mongering mindset that left me feeling nervous and afraid. But fortunately, I have learned how to process through those feelings before I make rash decisions. So I left it at that knowing well, I had no affinity with this year’s Republican candidate for the Presidency.

I would consider myself a moderate, not the liberal many of my friends and family would suggest, but I do try to listen to both sides. Only rarely in my conscious life of paying attention to politics has a third party intrigued me, and that is not the case this year. I am faced with looking at a two party Presidency so my choices are limited. I do want to vote for the right candidate.

Eight years ago, I thought Hillary was running too early in her career, and that she needed more seasoning in the political arena before going after our most prestigious seat in our government. Turns out, she lost to a candidate who took the country by a storm, and changed our routine way of life, simply by the color of his skin. Though there are detractors (unfriend me now if you like) I have watched a POTUS of absolute integrity fight the good fight, and stand up every time he was knocked to the ground this last eight years. Last night, I listened to his wife speak with such eloquence and regard, I could not reflect upon any aspect of their tenure where they demonstrated anything but the highest integrity for our American values and family ideals.

Perfect? No. I think it is relatively impossible to be the perfect POTUS no matter the party affinity. I couldn’t imagine the pressure to mediate through a society of extremes.

So today, I’m listening to the Democratic convention. Yes, I would suggest I am a democrat, and while the majority of people that are close to me supported the Bernie ticket, I did too, but in the end I felt compelled to remain with the democratic ticket. So tonight, I’m listening to the 2nd day of a thematic process. The themes I’m listening to are about hope and love and compassion. Tonight and last night the speakers have focused upon moving forward, not backward.

I choose to move forward and let our country continue on a progressive road that will speak to the people. I’m with her.

Without News

I chose to leave the news left off today,

the tube that tells me the world’s dismay.

Instead I took solace in a little music

that might take me somewhere less frantic.

 

I am confident the world still does exist,

Rather the leaves in sunlight I can’t resist.

Is it possible to recognize our need to center

our lives, to inform our souls quiet love rather.

 

Sometimes in the break of day when I can see

my world around me is so simple and free

I have to wish I stay sheltered only here today

walk away from the realities of society’s dismay.

 

I left the news off for the remainder of this day

I feel a genuine happiness inside my mind today.

 

 

Touching Lives

We do live these lives,

our own in silence,

a tremble of reality sometime

awakens a quiet fear, a memory,

a melody that placed our heart

inside some other sometime fantasy.

 

If while the trees in springtime blossom

then where do the leaves return

if not only to hold promise in memory,

they did create a natural curtain,

a reminder of how simple our lives can be,

and yet, we will wait upon nature.

 

Our lives, our own, are circumspect

to the rumination of the mind,

that deep psychotic emotion

weighs heavily when in a constant remind,

we do somehow recognize,

as alone as we feel,

lies so many branches to our skeleton.

 

I once read about the ability

to change the world,

far across continents,

in the strangest manner

our lives do cross paths,

and we share secrets,

while our continued hope …

 

We will not survive the winter

without resplendent shadows

those reminders of an autumn

just like their own,

just like our own,

indeed, like the world alone.

The Little People

There are these voices,

the dance amongst us on a

daily basis,

their innocence allows for a constancy

that play,

that desire to remain wide-eyed

to our society, the world, the place

they have yet found a need to understand

beyond knowing the world is their own.

 

I see hypocrisy all around our lives,

and wonder just when,

will there be a time while the children play,

that society will rule love

rather than a murder, a maim, a disinterest,

while the children play.

 

For we must consider the need to let their play

go unhindered by the tragedies of our every day.

I’m Sick to Know Evil

I’m sickened by the events of Nice tonight and the day of the Bastille. What provokes a man, a human being to simply go on an escapade to kill as many people as they can in the most brutal and horrific fashion, only to be shot himself in the end. Suicide by copy is common in our society, but this travesty seems far more than that.

I haven’t any answers, only the raw emotion of fear that goes with the knowledge that yet again our society is vulnerable, but it is not exclusive to our home, not our neighboring countries, not those places we may never see but real lives like our own exist, just as our existence keeps them connected in some displaced manner in our society.

While around the world we grieve another tragedy, this one on a specific planned anniversary date, one when the world would be gathered for Bastille, yet again, a lone individual took matters into their own hands until law enforcement ceased their will to live.

Where do we go from here? Frankly I am tiring of waiting for the next shoe to drop, it happens far too frequently these days. How might we ever imagine we can gain a handle on this epidemic, if whenever a horrific incident causing certain loss of life.

As trite as it sounds, we must find love, we haven’t any other option. I cannot speak more on the topic. It sickens me to think of the senseless killing and the selfishness the copy cats, the evil in our world demonstrates on such a frequent basis.

And Then, Bastille

We do celebrate with energy,

the fireworks, the gala gatherings,

friends and lovers and anyone who knows,

this is our day,

we do relish the ability to step away

inside a fantasy of wonder in peace

 

Yet now we have become the other,

in a long list of terrible realities,

we are now numbered together,

with everyone in the world,

whose compassion and zest for life

become triggered by this insanity.

Tonight’s white menace from hell,

drove us down like dogs,

what is it it creates a world suggests,

everyone deserves nothing more,

only death,

just that fatal error.

 

When morning began, who knew, who could imagine,

who wanted to experience Evil at the hands of Man.