Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Quite wasting my time!


What is the value of democracy if we never get to it? How can we spread democracy if we cannot do it? There is a movement within our country to enforce the values of one group of people upon the whole of us. It would not matter though if this collection of values were the absolute edict of God, as the right ironically contends. The stated values of our nation are freedom, equality, liberty and ultimately choice. These are the precepts of Republican Democracy and no one, no matter how noble their cause or righteous their intentions,
has the right to infringe upon them.

Our long proud road towards fair representation balances delicately, precariously even, upon the hopes and dreams and beliefs of an unparalleled diversity. Sometimes the outer edges of that diversity can seem strange, eccentric, frightening even, to what the core majority recognizes as normal. Occasionally it is even dangerous. At that point it becomes necessary to limit those liberties the minority would enjoy at the expense of the majority. Who could argue with that philosophy? Many times however, it is the habit of one faction to attempt to limit the rights of another on grounds no stronger than opinion and belief. This is intolerable to our way of life and exactly the type of tyrannical mindset that the founders attempted to accommodate for when they included the concept of minority rights in the Constitution.

We do not have to agree with one another to enjoy our republic. We do not even have to like each other. But we must absolutely respect each other’s liberties and willing to defend even the rights we are most opposed to, so long as they are fair and reasonable, or our own rights will suffer constant risk from the ever-changing majority. As exhilarating as a good healthy debate can be, there is a point past which it becomes detrimental and begins to spoil the freedom we are all fighting for. To that point, faith-based arguments cannot be used to limit the rights of other citizens.

This is a terrible false-logic of our time and a stumbling block in the path of our democracy: How does extending a right, mandate an action? A right allows for action but it does not require it. To equate permission with choice is to underestimate and marginalize the “individual.” And to limit choice because it interferes with or runs counter to one’s own values, reduces to the totalitarian attitude our nation was established to abolish.

There is no escaping this point.

The representative design of our government coupled with the expressed value of the minority affords us a mechanism of collaboration of tremendous potential. We hold in our grasps all the raw material we need to fulfill the prophecy of peace so regularly preached and we are wasting it. Perhaps that is why other nations’ cannot take our grandiose self-image seriously.

Where is the reasonable argument followed by the open ear? Where is the daily exercise of voluntary compromise? They are drowned out by the shouting of two sides disinterested in the other.  We must be interested. It is our civic duty! Remember that the anthem might begin “this land is your land,” but it soon continues “this land is your land.”

Sharing is an American value. Tolerance is an American value. Coalition is an American value.

If there is an enemy to the American system of values, it is he who would twist our most basic principles to create a monopoly of doctrine and hoard the freedoms so hard won for themselves. If there is a danger to our republic, it is the attempt to rewrite the Constitution to serve faith-based ends and creating legislation to curb the role of the judiciary. The purpose of the Declaration and the Constitution was to create an environment of personal liberty, happiness and ownership. What then could be the motive of those who ignore our shared environment, limit personal freedoms, define parameters for happiness and place the greatest economic focus on mechanisms for war?

Exactly whose democracy are we spreading to the rest of the world anyway?

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Breathe

This is the way you make me feel;
Every time that you get in my head;
And ever since our bodies first interacted;
I have not not heard a thing that you said;

I cannot help it all;
When you call;
I just fall;
It's this control that you've got over me;

And in my fantasies;
In my mind;
In my dreams;
I can imagine you saying to me;

//Fall deep into my love;
//Sink deep into my passion;
//Cry, slip away all the madness;
//Then baby, breathe, breathe, breathe and I will let you in;

This is the way I could make you feel;
Oh, won't you let me attempt?
I see you're tired, and;
I just want to help you rest;

I see the day's had it's way;
In your face I sense pain;
Although you hide it the best that you can;

Close your eyes;
While I try to find;
The words to make you understand;


//Fall deep into my love;
//Sink deep into my passion;
//Cry, slip away all the madness;
//Then baby, breathe, breathe, breathe and I will let you in;

Baby, breathe;
I will hold you tight;
Whisper your name as the day turns to night;
Demonstrate what I know your heart says;
All it takes is just one breath;
Baby, breathe;

I finally fell;
It was the autumn of my mind;
And I;
Could scarcely tell if it was your fault or mine;
Until finally I;
I did decide;
It was myself only disguised;
That was my hell;
Turned heaven's well;
And I'm here to tell;
I have survived;
Baby, breathe;


//Fall deep into my love;
//Sink deep into my passion;
//Cry, slip away all the madness;
//Then baby, breathe, breathe, breathe and I will let you in;


Starving

Why in the hell can't we just get along?
And tell me;
Why must we treat 'the other' wrong?
We could break through the mysteries;
Subside the miseries;
Rewrite a history of hurt and pain;

But love's forsaken me;
I would give anything;
Not to feel this way, every single day;
Every time we hate;
It just eats us away;

//Love, hope, faith, comfort, silence;
//Inspiration and a common kindness;
//Accomplishment;
//Identity;
//Attention that is paid to me;
//Can't you see I'm starving?

//Wisdom, understanding, conversation;
//Patience, strength, freedom and validation;
//A friendly place to be;
//Divinity;
//Some private time for me;
//Can't you see I'm starving?

You. You were once so hopeful;
Faithful;
Wait we'll be so grateful;
Listen, I know that life is painful;
But it brings me to tears to watch you grow so hateful;

And if you were some anonymous other;
I'd still love you as my brother;
I hope you do so soon discover;
Unnecessary so much to suffer;

So why is it that nothing changes?
Is this it?
All that remains is;
Little shattered pieces of my life, and;
This little tattered peace that still reminds me;
Confines and slowly binds me;

//Love, hope, faith, comfort, silence;
//Inspiration and a common kindness;
//Accomplishment;
//Identity;
//Attention that is paid to me;
//Can't you see I'm starving?

//Wisdom, understanding, conversation;
//Patience, strength, freedom and validation;
//A friendly place to be;
//Divinity;
//Some private time for me;
//Can't you see I'm starving?

My lonely heart, tortured mind; empty eyes;
Splintered vision, hungry soul;
This is the image of a broken man;
Did you really that love was a battle that must be won?
How do you think life's caused?
Thoughts in a rhythm, in a mirror of a man caged by all the little things he saw;

I walk no more into the shadows;
To be food for the negativity that looms all about;
By name I call you out;
Fear, hate and doubt;
These brothers three with close cousin greed;
I will overcome you by my own God-seed;
I'm starving;
But my hunger sets me free;

Sweet release set me free;
It's numbed my mind and it feels like peace;
It's always seemed way to easy;
I dream I achieve all these things;

//Love, hope, faith, comfort, silence;
//Inspiration and a common kindness;
//Accomplishment;
//Identity;
//Attention that is paid to me;
//Can't you see I'm starving?

//Wisdom, understanding, conversation;
//Patience, strength, freedom and validation;
//A friendly place to be;
//Divinity;
//Some private time for me;
//Can't you see I'm starving?



Intriguing to Me

What have I done?
To be deserving of this unselfish love;
You could give anyone?
You choose me;
To share your heart soul;
My world unfolds;
You've got to know;

//I could love you in the daylight, moonlight, sunshine or rain;
//I never thought it'd be so easy;
//Completely intriguing to me;
//I could love you in the daylight, moonlight, sunshine or rain;
//I never thought it'd be so easy;
//Completely intriguing to me;

I see a whole new world with the view you bring;
My eyes suddenly see colors that they've never seen;
I turn around, another door is open to me;
And in my heart I feel your beat, beat, beat;

Take me to the waters;
Wash my sins away;
But all I ever need is for your love to stay;

What you to me;
I can't describe;
I can't describe;
But let me try;

I'll give you all of me, faithfully, honestly, endlessly;
No part of me could ever be less than what you need from me;
It's so intriguing to me;

//I could love you in the daylight, moonlight, sunshine or rain;
//I never thought it'd be so easy;
//Completely intriguing to me;
//I could love you in the daylight, moonlight, sunshine or rain;
//I never thought it'd be so easy;
//Completely intriguing to me;

No Faith

Blank stare;
Sleepy gaze;
Unimpassioned response;
Dropped head;
Busy hands;
Tell me, how much time have I lost?

What did you think I was offering?
You can't possibly be as fake as you seem;

Bridges crossed together;
Somethings I will not ask;
I see you give attention to other people;

//I know you. You've got no faith in me;
//Some things in life are just that easy to see;
//I know you've got many reservations;
//So many hesitations to heed;
//But stand back, watch out, hold on and get ready;
//Because I'm going to make you believe;

We could go so far if you weren't in the way;
And for the promise of 'us' I would carry the pain;
I hope I sit in your stomach for a long, long time;
Like sour milk or rotted meat or anything that reminds;
Not of the past;
But of our future-unwritten;
Because it's truly unwritten;

Unconscious attitude;
Untapped amplitude;
I'm so sick of giving you the reasons;

//I know you. You've got no faith in me;
//Some things in life are just that easy to see;
//I know you've got many reservations;
//So many hesitations to heed;
//But stand back, watch out, hold on and get ready;
//Because I'm going to make you believe;

Dream state;
Please wake up;
Time is late;
Don't wait, love;

I am;
I am a piece of light;
I am the son of life;
I am the seed of Christ;
That means an end to strife;
Witness my self-wrought plight;
Lay down my upturned knife;
I am a heart contrite;
I am a soul in flight;

I am opportunity personified;
I am the hope of man embodied and individually ratified;
How can you stand there saying you're somehow satisfied?
Well I demand more!
Fools and whores is what we bore;
When we settle to crawl;
And we were destined to soar;
But wait, there's more;

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Ra Tet Sol

What follows is the story of the birth of Ra Tet Sol, the ancient benefactor who financed the great culture of early Egypt. It was his dream to bring order, reason and science to the people of earth by establishing and cultivating a race of enlightened beings.

Egypt: Early Origins

We are all born of something. It was the melancholy of static solitary that gave rise to my being. Before I became I slept, an un-extraordinary capsule within the magnificent obsidian lattices that gave our world solidarity and foundation. I observed the storing and cataloging of life's many moments. I participated in this, for that is what all crystals do. They keep record. One day my observing became a wondering. I can not say what invisible force turned that wheel. In that time a day was as a year was as an epoch. But once I began to wonder, then I began to guess, and then to figure, to question, to hope and eventually to pray. Pray? You might wonder what gods a crystal holds as sacred. I tell you, that which is need not beg names of that which might be. Simply, I prayed.

Some say "I was called." Others swear "I was coined," as if there were somewhere a mint for souls. I say, I was blessed. There are some worlds that are bright and pay tribute to life by the rise of their sun. There are others, like my own, that are what might be called inside-out. They hide their light in the fold of space. I was raised in a labyrinth of voids and pockets. Its many proud gates were invisible to the untrained eye. Black holes that ushered in the forlorn and distraught, these were the harbors I sailed in my youth. You may be curious of the details of my becoming. Did I grow? Did I blossom? Was I bore or hatched or planted? Rather, I assumed.

Do you know how crystals grow? Have you ever seen a slice of stone with many overlapping minerals weaving round and sharing sediments and deposits or layering in and upon one another? It was that way with me. We reflect! We pass knowledge between ourselves like so many librarians on holiday. We are like frozen spirit or encapsulated thought.

So once I made peace with my subtleties, I simply began to make good on them. I flooded myself over, a welcome visitor into the tidy, autonomous halls of my neighbor's unending and static preoccupation. I was as an over-filled river making pools of the empty divots of the surrounding dry sand. And I was compounded with the assumption of every new inclusion. I benefited from the variety of the mineral kingdom. I was quartz and onyx, clear and dense. I exuded and received. I came to exist on many wavelengths and to interpret and represent many vibrations. The tomes of folded knowledge my brethren happily volunteered me, I devoured. My mind and soul and body spread out all under the dirt until I was as a flash of wakened lightning darting through my ungoverned kingdom. I was the heir apparent, grateful, obvious, worthy. And when I had strength and confidence enough, I nudged the ground and made it rumble. It parted and I stood upright in the tear, an amalgamation of cognizance and purpose and planning and surprise; a living crystal palace that made sunrise of passing sparks, with deep set eyes as dark as the obsidian from which I was begot and as brilliant as fire opal. I spoke.

"I am Ra Tet Sol. I welcome you. Welcome me." My voice was the sound of the mountains being formed.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Shea

"My name is Shea," she said to me. I could see through her pitch black eyes and it was like looking into all the potential of empty space.

She was tall and thin, her body like that of a predatory cat on the hunt. Her skin was flawlessly smooth and deep purple - a tribute to amethyst. Her hair was braided back in two thick plats that ran just above her ears and met together in the back. Long hypnotic lashes; graceful fingers; placid calm across her face...she continued.

"And I have come here to bring you home with me to meet my son. You were promised to him at your birth and are treasured by him for the honesty of your spirit and the singularity of your person."

Into Egypt

"Yes," I answered. Her gaze was unnerving, unnerving and entrancing at once. I fidgeted between meeting her gaze and retreating in to hide like a child among gods. "It's only," I fumbled for the words. "I understand. I am ready. But how will it happen and also, will you be there when I wake?"

She smiled the warmest, most disarming smile and placed her thin, crystalline hand on my shoulder. It seemed there was an answer in that smile that could settle any doubt.

"I will be with you from this moment until it is done. My people have for many millennia practiced the nurturing and harvesting of world-walkers. We have, each of us, been called from the stone. There is no sleep deeper than that from which to wake. Do not be afraid. I will not lose you." I nodded and then stood before her speechless and completely occupied by my own awareness that I had nothing by way of practiced social grace or life-learned comprehension to respond to her with.

She was beyond me.

Then there was that smile again that could not be translated at all.

"Soon, I will ask you for your spirit. It is your own to give and no other may offer it for you. In the journeys to come it will be your own faith and cunning that will toss your spirit into the unwritten future on uncharted worlds. But this time, I will ferry it across safely for you.

"You will give me your spirit and all that you are now will fade into the moment like so many half-hummed melodies. When you reach my world, your spirit will not understand. It will possess nothing which can relate to what it will first perceive. And so I will invest you in stone. You will never know solitude or peace as deep as the ordered, armored cradle I will set you into. That very night I will call to you, Ocean. I will coax you out, believe.

"Even before birth you will know life. We will share many things I can not convey here. But you will not know yourself. Even when, by your own courageous persistence and willingness to conceive, you have animated the inanimate and our eyes again meet, you will not know yourself. You will not know me, not as you do now. But trust, I will not forget you. Then, trust for trust, I will trade you back yourself and you will remember."

What reply could be contrived to answer that? I could only blink.

After a long full silence, which my young mind, awe-stuck, aloof, naïve, could not interpret, she laughed.

The tension was shattered.

What seeming casualness to lay down laughter so effortlessly and appropriately behind the terrible unmasking of destiny.

In that instant I knew she was a queen.

It was not her beauty, which she wore as a crown; nor her gentle, irreproachable poise, which was a fool's rant to dispute; nor the message she had brought to me so certainly and kindly across all of time and space. These were wonders no more or less magnificent to me than the many moments of my life up to now had been. Rather it was the grace with which she moved across this landscape of mysticism and wonder.

I loved her.

I would follow her anywhere.