What had this furious one won through mischievous deeds?
Solace.
A soliloquy of sorrow, borrowed blue, an intense void.
She appeared on a whim on a moonless night.
If
only
I’d
known
her.
Her hair, golden silk, shielding saddened eyes.
Trembling voice,
trembling hand.
It was just an act; no impending fate.
Once the tears and blood had dried
I tried to understand.
But by then, borrowed blue, it was much too late…
The Romney/Ryan team has distanced itself from comments made by Todd Akin, a six-term congressman running against incumbent Democrat Sen. Claire McCaskill, who, when asked in an interview broadcast Sunday on St. Louis television station KTVI if he would support abortions for women who have been raped, replied:
“It seems to me first of all, from what I understand from doctors, that’s really rare. If it’s a legitimate rape, the female body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down.”
We know God takes care of these kinds of problems. Remember the Salem witch trials, where a women would be proven innocent only by drowning in the throwing-the-accused-into-the-water ordeal.
To be fair, both Romney and Ryan have stated on more than one occasion that they oppose giving women the right to choose in any event, including rape or incest. Corporations, since they are now people, should have more rights than the gentler sex.
Should these kinds of policy positions, as well as turning Medicare into a voucher system, privatizing Social Security and cutting taxes on the one percent while raising taxes on everybody else, hurt the Romney/Ryan ticket enough to stop them from defeating President Obama this November? Many on the Right say “no”, and I happen to agree with them. With an enormous money advantage, and new voter-suppression laws in several states that Obama won last time around, the numbers don’t lie.
I’ll be voting for Obama, but I’ll be in the minority.
Thin line of blood trickling down a skinned-knee
divining flood; brittle the crown begins thee.
Once one wonders when they then thunder three
like leavened heavenless breaths friends asunder flee.
Bitterest brine tickling throneless Guaranís
far before unforrested fetters finally fluttering free.
Marking as unremarkable as the fable once decreed:
Begone! Began her long-lost last soliloquy…
I look toward the wondrous night sky
and imagine what lies beyond.
Perhaps I’m not as far away as they say
maybe there’s no “there” there, after all.
Something outside hides the way,
prevents me from hearing the call…
I look toward the wondrous night sky
and imagine what lies beyond.
Hope is a baby crying for candy
while suckling on mother’s breast –
nothing more.
Fear and love war in my soul,
there is no victor,
but the battle takes a dreadful toll…
I look toward the wondrous night sky
and imagine what lies beyond.
Like an ant in a skyscraper’s basement
my perception is dim,
nothing more than a whim.
Faces pass in the crowd,
I smile, move on.
Onward, never resting, till journey’s end;
and friendless on that last day,
I die alone…
I remember going to a History class way, way back when I was in grade school. There was a story about something called the “Tea Party”, a political protest by the Sons of Liberty. They even had a rallying cry as they were dumping loads of tea into Boston Harbor: “NO TAXATION WITHOUT REPRESENTATION!”
Well, we had a Revolutionary War and ultimately gained our independence. We celebrate that monumental day on the Fourth of July by watching fireworks to the tune of Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture. That’s all in the past.
Today’s ruling by Judge Robert Simpson to uphold the most stringent voter suppression law in the nation effectively takes away the Right to Vote for 750,000 Pennsylvanians. Period. You can hem-and-haw all you want, but 750,000 tax-paying Pennsylvanians who could legally vote before the Voter I.D. law passed no longer can. The most insidious aspect of this is that nearly all of those ex-citizens have no idea their Constitutional Rights have been stripped from them. They can’t fix a problem if they don’t know the problem exists.
There are tons more to be said about the end of democracy as we know it, but I’ll leave you with this: It’s all but certain Mitt Romney will be our next President. The question remains, at what cost?…
He lives.
Across the endless expanse of the cosmos,
beyond the boundaries of time and space.
Past the furthest star in the heavens,
within the smile of every child’s face.
He lives.
Before the first molecule was ever formed;
and rising in triumph on the Third Day.
Giving hope and love and life itself;
yet not one atom exists without His say.
He lives.
To glorify our loving Father
through everything we say and do.
And comfort rests in each man’s breast
knowing His sustaining word is just and fair and true.
He lives!
In thunder and in flood
you wonder, where’s the blood?
Then comes a flicker in the blackness
and you’re embittered by the madness
striking streaky strokes so squalid
solid sneaky slopes sans-knowledge.
Why? Is an unanswerable query
you echo in the darkness of eerie
fright despite contrite delight
of gleeful ghosts and glimmering hopes
untended
and
untenable.
Yes, the Venerable One
has finally come…
a little bit of everything else 