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Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
I would like to say something...
I know I am not the most articulate of people.
I sometimes fear to speak because my thoughts might not keep up with
those of others. I believe in logic, reason, compassion, empathy and
sympathy. I believe in working for what I have and expect to be able to
enjoy those things. I love my family and my friends. I believe there is
much evil in the world and that it will only be combated by those who are
willing to take a stand against it. I believe that there is a right and
wrong that is independent of mankind and his ability to reshape things
to his own views. I know right now that there are a lot of my friends
here and on Facebook along with those who are not online who have very strong opinions about the
current political environment. I would hope that we can all agree that
each of us is part of a larger brotherhood of humans. That when you
strip everything away, we each have the same basic needs and wants.
I know that My words may be used against me by some trying to sway my viewpoint to their position. This is the reason for my fear of speaking out. Having someone take my words and contort them into an attack against me shows me only that they do not value me or my thoughts. All I ask is that you can respect me and allow me to respect you in our differing views.
I know that My words may be used against me by some trying to sway my viewpoint to their position. This is the reason for my fear of speaking out. Having someone take my words and contort them into an attack against me shows me only that they do not value me or my thoughts. All I ask is that you can respect me and allow me to respect you in our differing views.
I wanted to share these thoughts with you readers. I had originally posted them on my Facebook account and modified them slightly here to correct some grammar and spelling issues and direct my comments to a wider audience. I know I don't have all the answers. I do know that humans are some very amazingly resourceful and capable creatures when they can find common ground and work through problems.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
it's not the fall that will get you....
It's the sudden stop at the bottom. How did life ever get so damn complicated? Why does it seem that in order to be happy, someone else will have to be unhappy? Are my expectations so far away from realistic as to be considered impossible? Should I even try to be happy? Do I even deserve to be happy more than not? I understand that no one is happy all of the time. I know that everyone has at least some neutral times. I guess I just go so very very long between times when I can honestly say I am happy and content that it is really dragging me down even lower.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Abandon All Hope...
Sliding into the Abyss
Just past the precipice
Straining, reaching but nothing to hold
Screaming as the darkness takes you
all is lost
The cold seeps through your bones
the heart turns to stone
Ration turns to madness
logic burns to ash
Up is down, insanity crushes everything in between
When pain grows strong,
the flames freezing you blood
Death shows it's smile
opening it's arms wide in a welcoming embrace
yet still no escape
As the tourniquet of the grave circles around
you slide further down through the blackness of void
No respite is given, no easy path shown
No failure forgiven, Every mistake shown
Even the final sleep can't hold back the nightmares
As the demons creep through, each tearing out it's pound of flesh right from your heart
Machine gun rattle, rips from the night
Every round on the mark
They burn with icy screams
On and on the slicing pain tears
jagged holes never to mend
To all ye who enter here
Abandon all hope of those things to which you hold
Fear, pain, misery, death...those are the currency found here
Just past the precipice
Straining, reaching but nothing to hold
Screaming as the darkness takes you
all is lost
The cold seeps through your bones
the heart turns to stone
Ration turns to madness
logic burns to ash
Up is down, insanity crushes everything in between
When pain grows strong,
the flames freezing you blood
Death shows it's smile
opening it's arms wide in a welcoming embrace
yet still no escape
As the tourniquet of the grave circles around
you slide further down through the blackness of void
No respite is given, no easy path shown
No failure forgiven, Every mistake shown
Even the final sleep can't hold back the nightmares
As the demons creep through, each tearing out it's pound of flesh right from your heart
Machine gun rattle, rips from the night
Every round on the mark
They burn with icy screams
On and on the slicing pain tears
jagged holes never to mend
To all ye who enter here
Abandon all hope of those things to which you hold
Fear, pain, misery, death...those are the currency found here
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
when the heart fails...
...the silence sounds so loudly that you want to scream but you can't breathe. When the center fails at once is on the face a terrible thing yet there is a far worse tragedy. It can come on slowly and weaken the holds. Repairs can be made and the damage minimized or negated. The bulwarks can be shored up and the forces redeployed to reinforce the Keep. The two ends can be brought together to cover the hole in the line. The Keep remains weakened yet strong and held fast.
There is a moment though, during a time of peace, a moment of rest when the battles have paused that brings a far greater danger. The clouds part, a single shining beam bursts through the gloom and haze. The beauty of the things it touches is beyond radiance. The face turns up to the warmth and the eye catches a small delicate feather, floating on the currents of time and tide in the air. The glistening colors of the downy apparition sparkle in the mind. It drifts closer and the heart warms with love of this beautiful sight. The limbs feel the strength flooding through them, the soul drinks of the faith in love and life. Gazing at the plume drifting closer until is comes alight ever so gently on the breast, beneath which the heart beats, the mind sees the color for what it truly is at last. The light no longer shining through but now directly on the blood covered talisman as it at last registers in his mind that beauty has passed from his world. At that instant the shining diamond that was the warriors heart fails and shatters. No longer can this man pursue the fight or rise to meet the challenge of strength. He has withstood thousands of assaults, hundreds of blows and countless foes and always walked away victorious. The heart was intact and could not be stopped, thus the warrior could not be vanquished.
...but here in this moment of peace, under the guise of harmonious chance, the warrior has been felled. The fight has fled and the fear has found hold in him. The shattered bits of his once indestructible heart lay in a ruinous pile.
There is a piece, larger than the rest, and it says quietly inside that he can rebuild. Deep inside it speaks softly to him and let's him know that this moment shall pass. His mind acknowledges it but at the same time is helpless to give further direction, at least for the moment. When he rebuilds it, the heart will not be what it once was. The shape and strength will be different yet it will be the heart that he must rely upon. The battles will not abate and for a time he will nurse his wounds but he will rise again.
There is a moment though, during a time of peace, a moment of rest when the battles have paused that brings a far greater danger. The clouds part, a single shining beam bursts through the gloom and haze. The beauty of the things it touches is beyond radiance. The face turns up to the warmth and the eye catches a small delicate feather, floating on the currents of time and tide in the air. The glistening colors of the downy apparition sparkle in the mind. It drifts closer and the heart warms with love of this beautiful sight. The limbs feel the strength flooding through them, the soul drinks of the faith in love and life. Gazing at the plume drifting closer until is comes alight ever so gently on the breast, beneath which the heart beats, the mind sees the color for what it truly is at last. The light no longer shining through but now directly on the blood covered talisman as it at last registers in his mind that beauty has passed from his world. At that instant the shining diamond that was the warriors heart fails and shatters. No longer can this man pursue the fight or rise to meet the challenge of strength. He has withstood thousands of assaults, hundreds of blows and countless foes and always walked away victorious. The heart was intact and could not be stopped, thus the warrior could not be vanquished.
...but here in this moment of peace, under the guise of harmonious chance, the warrior has been felled. The fight has fled and the fear has found hold in him. The shattered bits of his once indestructible heart lay in a ruinous pile.
There is a piece, larger than the rest, and it says quietly inside that he can rebuild. Deep inside it speaks softly to him and let's him know that this moment shall pass. His mind acknowledges it but at the same time is helpless to give further direction, at least for the moment. When he rebuilds it, the heart will not be what it once was. The shape and strength will be different yet it will be the heart that he must rely upon. The battles will not abate and for a time he will nurse his wounds but he will rise again.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Weather predictions
Looking out at the horizon can be challenging at best. What lies beyond the hill? What forces gather beyond the earth's curve? The skies have been lees than clear for sometime now. Uncertainty and unpredictability have fogged up the view from the quarter deck. Even the Crow's nest offers no relief from the obscurity that belies the questing for answers. Now the clouds have grown more stifling. Not all is lost but there is clearly a storm brewing on the horizon. The first early tinges of it's ugly head are rearing beyond the covering offered by mountain and sea.
Will the storm hold strong though? Will the ship be smashed on the shoals to become just so much more detritus and flotsam. I am not one to prognosticate while too many variables are as yet unknown. I will however take precautions as I see fit to steer my vessel through to the destination I should choose. I shall take the measures that are with in my control to keep the ship afloat and on a steady course. The sails can be reefed at a moments notice, the anchor is at the ready and hatches are standing ready to battened down at the issuance of the command. Do I know this storm will be bad? No. Do I even know for sure that it will actually stay in my path? No. I pray fervently that it does not. I pray that is will be little more than a refreshing sprinkling of rain across the weather deck.
Should the storm hit, what be the fate of the ship? Will the gale be fierce or sturdy? Should I gather the sails and ride the currents or hope the mast can withstand the forces that assail it and let the wind take me as she will? I must think to my crew and what is in their best interests. Seeing them safely through this foreboding time is my first concern. Time and tide alone will tale.
Will the storm hold strong though? Will the ship be smashed on the shoals to become just so much more detritus and flotsam. I am not one to prognosticate while too many variables are as yet unknown. I will however take precautions as I see fit to steer my vessel through to the destination I should choose. I shall take the measures that are with in my control to keep the ship afloat and on a steady course. The sails can be reefed at a moments notice, the anchor is at the ready and hatches are standing ready to battened down at the issuance of the command. Do I know this storm will be bad? No. Do I even know for sure that it will actually stay in my path? No. I pray fervently that it does not. I pray that is will be little more than a refreshing sprinkling of rain across the weather deck.
Should the storm hit, what be the fate of the ship? Will the gale be fierce or sturdy? Should I gather the sails and ride the currents or hope the mast can withstand the forces that assail it and let the wind take me as she will? I must think to my crew and what is in their best interests. Seeing them safely through this foreboding time is my first concern. Time and tide alone will tale.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Avast...
...and yo ho ho me hearties! I know it has been a while since I have posted anything. I will beg your forgiveness and understanding as I am having much fun with classes this semester. For those of you who know my recent history of classroom experiences, this semester is a veritable pleasure as compared with previous efforts.
Now in an effort to maintain some continuity here, it is my duty to report on the current state of affairs in my life. The short version is the hatches are still battened and the weather decks are cleared. I have been manning all posts continually and thus far the crew has not given less than 110% efforts. The navigation systems are still knocked out leaving us to navigate by sun and stars. The problem however is that the overcast conditions prevent a clear bearing on the sun and only a few limited peeks at the stars, during the few calming moments in the weather, have allowed for bearing fixes but not sufficient to plot a course. I have been attempting to ascertain if the ship is still in a founder or if the trade currents have finally taken hold to move the ship free from this cursed quagmire. Alas, all attempts to correlate the few position fixes that have been obtained have only revealed that the ship is being tossed to a fro with in a confined area of the sea.
The ship is still provisioned however rationing has been implemented to double the length that the stores will last. With no sign of change in the weather and nary hint of landfall to be spied, these precautions must be taken. As yet the hull remains reasonably water tight, the few leaks remaining at a very manageable induction rate which the bilge pumps are keeping up with.
Moral among the crew has been showing the signs of strain lately. Some deckhands were found to be quarreling about rations and duty rotations. The Quarter-Master puts things aright before events took an unfortunate turn and all parties involved have been placed on restriction with extra duties. I fear that if this cursed becalming does not break soon, the hear of the crew may break in its place.
A plan has been formulated to begin attempting to manually shift the ship and find the trade belts but as yet has been deemed to risky to implement. It may become the only resort left to us if our situation does not change soon.
Now in an effort to maintain some continuity here, it is my duty to report on the current state of affairs in my life. The short version is the hatches are still battened and the weather decks are cleared. I have been manning all posts continually and thus far the crew has not given less than 110% efforts. The navigation systems are still knocked out leaving us to navigate by sun and stars. The problem however is that the overcast conditions prevent a clear bearing on the sun and only a few limited peeks at the stars, during the few calming moments in the weather, have allowed for bearing fixes but not sufficient to plot a course. I have been attempting to ascertain if the ship is still in a founder or if the trade currents have finally taken hold to move the ship free from this cursed quagmire. Alas, all attempts to correlate the few position fixes that have been obtained have only revealed that the ship is being tossed to a fro with in a confined area of the sea.
The ship is still provisioned however rationing has been implemented to double the length that the stores will last. With no sign of change in the weather and nary hint of landfall to be spied, these precautions must be taken. As yet the hull remains reasonably water tight, the few leaks remaining at a very manageable induction rate which the bilge pumps are keeping up with.
Moral among the crew has been showing the signs of strain lately. Some deckhands were found to be quarreling about rations and duty rotations. The Quarter-Master puts things aright before events took an unfortunate turn and all parties involved have been placed on restriction with extra duties. I fear that if this cursed becalming does not break soon, the hear of the crew may break in its place.
A plan has been formulated to begin attempting to manually shift the ship and find the trade belts but as yet has been deemed to risky to implement. It may become the only resort left to us if our situation does not change soon.
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