Today’s Ponder Point . . .
Let’s be aware of what is going on around us. Not to stress and become overwhelmed by it, but to not be fooled and naively fall in to the traps that our handlers are setting up everyday. Yes, I mean influencers, podcasters, politicians, tech companies, scammers, pickpockets, and presidents. There is a mountain out there.
The Human Hum . . .
“Do not feel absolutely certain about anything.” Bertrand Russel
The Political Part . . .
There is a madness around us today that as individuals we have no power to avoid. This ideology is being driven by forces that in any other time would not have been able to take root in our garden. In past decades, there was an understanding that the number one duty, job, goal of our governments was to protect their citizens. This was the reason to become an elected servant. Today, a majority of elected representatives openly flaunt a different purpose. They serve and enrich themselves and their specific interest groups while taking control of every aspect of power, not for, but over their citizens.
Keep your eyes open, your courage close, your elbows and your head up!
The Update on R G . . .
Poetic Expanse - A compilation Vol. 1 by R G Schmidt - is for sale as a paper back and as an E book, on Amazon Kindle books.
Mantler’s Shack - a novel by R G Schmidt - is in publication and scheduled for launch in January 2026. You will be able to pre order directly from this platform and I will have more information in upcoming Episodes. For more information now, leave a message below.
The Poetry Piece . . .
This is a new work, released exclusively to my subscribers here. 438 words
OUT MY WINDOW A MOUNTAIN
127-1.0
Some days when you plan for things to end a certain way,
They don't end in any way, or at all.
Rivers may tease mountains, I say.
They may wash away at the rocks.
They may spit and rush,
and bray at the foundation.
But a mountain is still a mountain.
- - - - -
I look out my window, now
Mad and eager to see something anew.
I see the same night stretch out before me.
I hear the darkness break through.
I hear the mountain.
It shifts, it gurgles, it moans.
I listen for life, internalize that strife,
Try and release that which encumbers and what makes a fool of me.
Still, out of my window I see a mountain.
- - - - -
I walk along the trail that separates her from my town.
I want to be a best friend, not an odd acquaintance,
not a passing fade, not a distraction.
My labour awaits me,
my strength bolds up against those walls,
builds a presence and a pose.
My theories, my beliefs,
my sense of right and wrong, thwarted by such injustice.
Stripped from the fields, torn from the pages,
Stolen from the ages and weaponized against me.
While my mountain remains a mountain.
- - - - -
Decades of deceit, a greed replete,
of any consideration for anything real.
Blinded by hypocrites, and the distorted nonsense of what is justice.
Love is a mountain
Work is a mountain
Life a mountain.
- - - - -
Democracy amok, riddled and torn, salted and sanctioned.
Nations, States, and Republics, did what?
Did not unite, did not enhance.
Did not offer a poetic expanse.
Stolen land and hedged bets.
Humidity rising, humility hiding.
It rains, it pours.
It floods, it mores,
He shoots, he scores,
It dies, before as,
The landslide brings the debris,
As the meadow we knew washes to the sea.
Gone – to wasteland
Gone – to quicksand
Gone – to never land
Gone,
As out the window I see a mountain.
- - - - -
Yes, there are days when I slip out
and down to the corner of the block,
To where that cafe splits the road.
Yes, I am beaconed by a friend
and her tiniest of hands holds a rock.
Yes, I think she sees me.
Yes, I need a friend.
- - - - -
With no place left to run a stone falls
With no food left to eat a gun calls
When I grew grain beside the mountain
When I drew pain below that fountain
When power lessened my will to remain
With outstretched words and nothing to explain
When yesteryear vanished before my eyes
With withered shrubs and skeletal sighs.
- - - - -
With with when when, when with when with,
Out my window a mountain.
. . . R G Schmidt
Deep and disturbing reality !
Oh for the days of yesterday...
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