Monthly Archives: December 2013

To Ride the Wind

Your the one who fills my sails, driving us across the seas.
The trip is sometimes stormy and often choppy; on the rocks, once or twice.
But, when your gone, I lay becalmed,not washed by passion’s raging tempest, nor riding life’s foaming, turbulent crest.
I drift the placid channel, following the current, prey to barnacle, bird, and fate.
So, I’ll take the chance and gather your breeze as it builds into a force to shape our world.
For I’d rather ride your raging tempest than read the shore long before I reach it


Ducks & Free Speech

Sort out the current controversy over Phil Roberson’s remarks on gays:

1. Having not been arrested or even under investigation it appears that his First Amendment rights are not actually being challenged.

2. A&E did not fire Phil thinking he had abused his right to free speech; they got rid of him based solely on an economic decision.  As Bob Woodward’s informer stated during the Watergate affair: “Follow the money!”  Virtually all that happens at the national level is centered around the question of profit/loss.

3. As Ann Coulter observed in he past column, the liberals do not appear capable of discussing issues on an intelligent level.  When challenged liberals immediately go into a “scorched earth” mode in an attempt to demolish those challenges because they know their positions often have no base in our American legal system much less are they defensible in moral terms.

When one must defend a defenseless idea then normally unacceptable tactics must be employed:  Redirection – the liberal art of changing the topic of discussion.  Volume – overwhelming opposition by shouting down, in mass, the enemy.  Overwhelming – presenting a huge amount of data which ranges from faintly related to totally unrelated to the topic of discussion.

no one ever comes home from war

They are in the bedrooms and front rooms,
on the sidewalks and boardwalks
across the long highways, the hidden byways
resting and sleeping in darkness.

They arrive in hot skirmish, only to fade beyond our senses;
carrying a mass without weight yet in ponderous burden
straining to withstand the lifeless, the devil’s shadow;
heft this terrible load unsought, unwished, unknown.

They are gone, passed from here, vanished without
warmth no longer to stir, whirl, to grow within;
seeking life one must most certainly consent in passing
that bloodless nightmare; reborn to live again.


Music is to move, to stir your soul
to lift your spirit or make you cry;
whether it soars on great wings
or winds lonely through crags high
and valley pulsing slow to the sea.

Should a melody find you unaware
touching deep within your heart
or encouraging your eyes to dance
and toes to prance upon the floor,
seek neither where nor how;
simply accept the melody as your own.

A Cold Rainy Morning

I gazed through the rain-streaked window at the pale gray sky shedding a steady cold steam of water into the big dark outline of the oak tree as the breeze shuffled and lifted stiffly the dead leaves of last summer and for the ten thousandth time thought how grateful I am to have a good roof over my head and a warm bed wrapped around me.

A Loser?…I Dont Think So

They said to me:
I Am a Loser

My answer is:
Nope…when you become a loser the world will shake and mountains will fall…great storms will plunge from the skies scouring the earth…masses of people will lose their way and scream into the darkness…the birds will drop lifeless upon the cold stone earth…all will end in a horrific dark dream…any other questions?

Ashes in the Wind

This abiding deathless wind
this lethal wind is blowing
within this wind are blowing ashes…

it is singing
I am dying
I am dying
I am dead.

It is howling in the void
it is screaming in the cold
it is breathing neath the stars…

it is singing
I am dying
I am dying
I am dead

Doomed Sweet the Warmth is fled
bitter now this uncompromising frost
it cleaves me from my bones…

it is singing
I am dying
I am dying
I am dead

In this ferocious gloom I perished
within this abyss beneath the stars
prithee lay my ashes in the wind

it was singing
I am dying
I am dying
I am naught…