Today’s Ponder Point . . .
Today, I am wondering how we can find a little freedom in this world today. Freedom from the thieves, from the bosses, from the taxes. Freedom from the lawyers, from the bullies, from the axes. Freedom from the crushing police and their new tactics. Freedom from the politicians, from the statisticians, and the plastics.
Everyday we get beaten with demands. Everyday we have to empty our hands.
The Human Hum . . .
“I think I've come to terms with my helplessness, and my uselessness, when the night comes I sleep . . . R G Schmidt
The Political Part . . .
My friends, how do you elect the worst of you to lead you? Twice! When will it ever be enough for you?
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The Poetry Piece . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . One old, one newer, both from the heart.
IS THIS THE BLUE
81.1
Is this blue, a blue that means a thought to me?
Why blue, why think, why me?
A mere cloud out, and it causes me to dream.
How can this dream be more than I seem?
I close my eyes and my time surrounds me
Out from under your cloud now,
this is all you may have of me
This is how it now needs to be,
blue!
And yes, this is the blue that has for years spoken to me.
Time now for me to awaken and to see.
That the riddlers have held me from speaking free
Made me this moron that I never intended to be
And yes, I know there are other colours
that cast their rays about,
Fake their way through our spaces and shout,
blue!
This is not the blue that I wish to be.
Not a blue that we should seek to see.
But, borders block and shock the free
Spread a sadness sanding every living tree
Somewhere, there must be a sky that can transcend,
a populace that can still comprehend,
a color within which we all can ascend
is this that
blue?
I will continue to look,
and to claw and scratch and book,
With you and for you,
Blue!
Mirrory I
82.I.1
The centrum is flanked by two imposing structures
Two self made defensive mechanisms.
Sad as it may seem they can not keep out the pain
Along the hardened arteries where condiments flow.
This I once thought was the way it must be
Now that I know it is not, I know
There is still so much I do not know.
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