Of Tide and Dream

Seeding dreams with hope and desire,
Fanning the flames of love's pure fire
From embers to mature conflagration. Decide
to ride
the tide
to it's flow.

Seeming to leap, to run, to fly,
The soul finds mate in Dreamscape's sky
From touch to hold to full embrace.  Just heed
and be freed
and concede
to it's glow.

Rising from trials stronger and wise,
Finding raw joy within each other's eyes,
From furtive glance to bold full lock. Reside
inside
as hearts abide
and watch love grow.

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The Sentinel

The glow of the lone sentinel revealing the tips of wave after wave,
casting about turning black to gray,
infinite shades on a still, calm bay,
betrayed only by caps of white,
cresting a sandbar in the ink of night.

The roll of the sea adding rhythm to symphony of wave after wave,
calling to the heart searching for peace,
stretching in the distance to never cease,
crescendo of song to soul's delight
bringing life to the ink of night.

The musk of salt air cascading over all from wave after wave,
oddly fresh while screaming of life,
assaulting senses and healing strife,
finishing the mend of a long day's plight
and completing the salve of the ink of night.

Realms of Dream

Riding the onyx waves of night,
Thoughts of love and winged flight,
Set dreams aloft with second sight.
Can you hear the years dissolve?

Within the endless bounds of dream,
We find those things that always seem
To elude the waking hours theme.
Can you feel the heart's resolve?

For far away horizon's glow,
Found e'er distant as dream winds blow
The coming dawn from nightshade's flow.
Can you see the earth revolve?

So sleep well, and know you've found,
The glowing warmth, the song's resound,
Within the dreams of love abound,
As all life's paths evolve.

Footsteps

Soft footsteps on the back of the mind,
from one whose kind
heart beats in rhythm and tempo with yours
opens doors.... 
Friendship blooms, flourishes, triumphs, endures
with intensity and luster
to gather and cluster and grow inside.
Hearts, flexible and ever-young, swell and glow
with ebb and flow,
and so, as love's lights show,
we slow..... the footsteps..... on the back of the mind.

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Solace

In searching for meaning of all things Grand,

The giving sand

Beneath speckled black sky

Echoing endless white-noise of ocean roll

Offers solace.

The import of the living soul

As a newborn foal

Trembling to find purchase at the edge of the mind

So tenuous a find

Surrenders acceptance.

The giggles of young filling hearts with glee

Without fee

Surrounding the mature of being

Ever energetic and free

Renews strength.

The next challenge has come

Between forefinger and thumb

Seemingly insignificant and over-arching

It stands before me and

Fosters doubt.

But I’ve been searching, you see, for meaning of all things Grand

On the giving sand

Beneath speckled black sky

Echoing endless white-noise of ocean roll…..

And I rise

And brush

And move on…having found

Solace.

Two of The Untouchables

Time, like written music, is manufactured by man to understand that which cannot be seen or touched.  Let's see if I can explain the comparison, not that the intelligence of my average reader can fail to grasp the concept with a single statement.  Sometimes illustration serves to solidify a point.  When I hear music and have an instrument placed in my hands, I know instinctively what to do to reproduce the sound I hear. For some of the general population this is not possible.  They need to see the music in written representation in order to know which notes to play to reproduce the sound they hear.  Someone first must "translate" the sound into visible language on a page so it can be read and then reproduced.  I have entire symphonies in my head, but lack the ambition and will to put them on paper (that takes a particular talent as well, trust me).  If I want to share my music with others I must produce it in it's natural form.....   sound.  Now, another musician can hear my music and reproduce it, adding their own personal flare, style, interpretation of what they hear.  To me, this is the greatest form of art, where the personalities of two like talents join to create something new, better.  If evolution exists, this is a prime illustration.  The final stage that completes this, and any, piece of man's purest art is the listener.  A particular piece of music is created from and produces a general emotion, a general feel; however, it is transformed and shaped by each listener's individual mood, mixed with a complex pattern of memories that only the particular listener has and ever can experience.  Man, if that could be translated into a security key it would be unbreakable

Ok, I got distracted.  We were discussing time, at least as a single word.  Time is merely an historical record of events, when you think about it.  Analytic man had to find a way to measure time's passage so that he could impart stories of the past with as much accuracy and perspective as possible in the simplest form possible: linear.  First this, then next, then that, follow by......  you get the picture.  The large majority of Science Fiction writers use time as a marker to represent their creative thought for events that have not yet occurred, but the purpose is still to mark a sequence of events.  Some folks focus so much on the passage of time they become keenly (and unhealthily) aware of their own place along the timeline.  Such souls never allow themselves the simple pleasure of slowing down and enjoying their surroundings or appreciating the events unfolding around them.  On the other end of the spectrum are those that live without any thought whatsoever of tomorrow and find themselves filled with regret for missed opportunities.  I suppose the trick is to live one day at a time savoring every moment with those that make life sweet and interesting, naturally combining those experiences to affect others in such a way that the piece carries on with them to a fruitful, life-changing, continuous evolution.

Time...    the music of life.  

A lesson

Ok, so here's the deal.  We're a two house democracy.  The House of Representatives is comprised of people who represent the population at large.  Each Representative represents approximately the same number of people.  A little State like mine only has enough people to warrant one Representative.  California's population is such that 53 Representatives are required to adequately represent the people there.  Now the Senate, on the other hand, represents the States.  Each State, large or small, is equally represented by two Senators.  This is by design.  When a bill goes through the House, Delaware gets one voice, while California gets 53.  The idea here is proper representation of the country's population as a whole.  When that same bill reaches the Senate, Delaware and California have equal say on the passage of the bill.  Kind of ingenious when you think about it.

So I gave that very quick, fairly incomplete civics lesson to make the following statement:  The system is broken. The design is still ingenious; it's just the politicians that are screwing up the whole thing.  Thing about it.  Whenever ANY decision is made by ANY politician, the primary criterion is "How will this affect my chances for re-election."  It's a sad fact, but a fact nonetheless.  This is the only reason the DNC and RNC exist, and quite frankly I think we need to purge our nation of both entities.  "Bring on term limits", you say.   Yeah, that battle cry goes up every election cycle, but the folks who hold the power to turn on those limits are the same folks who determine their own salaries...   that ain't happenin'.

What to do, what to do.  Common sense tells us that if these yahoo's didn't have a reelection to look toward, they may actually make good decisions during their term in office.  Not for any lofty goal such as 'doing the right thing' or 'following their conscience'; oh no, dear reader.  They would do it to ensure their legacy...   the only way to make a positive name for themselves is to make good decisions that positively affect the public.  Now, the only way for us (you know, The People) can ensure term limits is to STOP voting these people back into office!  Stop going into the booth and throwing the switch for the name you recognize or the one you always vote for.  Don't vote for anyone who is already in office, even if you like them, even if you've had dinner with them, even if they've done a good job.  It's gonna take a few election cycles for them all to get a clue, but they're smart people when it comes to self-preservation, they'll figure it out.  When they do...  and ONLY when they do...   the DNC and RNC will dissolve and we may just see a steady return to sanity in our government.

Vote Out the Incumbents and dissolve the lobbies.   And pass me another Irish coffee.  Political discussions make my head hurt.