Dust

Dust dances through the attic within shards of light slowly passing time along well worn planks. It’s magic they seek in the eyes of the beholder. They have no fairies or ghosts without the fertile or feeble minds staring in wonder.

Creeks and whistles play staccato games with swaying trees just beyond the pain. But this is a space of remembrance. A place where memories are free to roam through cob webs and yellowed paper.

Slowly I run my hand along wooden chests and metal straps. My mind travels along colorless photos of perfectly groomed alabaster faces wearing oversized suits and cinched dresses. I wonder how long it took these memories to arrive in my hands, in my mind, are they even mine.

I smell the struggle to open these boxes of yesterday. Places and moments are separate in the still morning light. Every box opens with a sigh and closes with a question. Is this real, was that then, or is this some cruel reminder of how distorted time really is. Minutes and hours are easy. Days and nights are bearable because tomorrow still exists. Past this yellow fades white, laughter sounds distant, and feeling is a remembrance or dream.

But I have what’s left of my memories in a box, that’s fortunate. I have captured time, or has it captured me, sometimes I wonder. What my hands can’t grasp my mind helps along. As the dust dances on in the light of a new day I’ll become the memory. A blessing and the curse of a life long lived.

Multicultural march to segregation on steroids

Multiculturalism as an extension of segregation, culture being the operative word. Folks are still confused today. Most folks mistake cultural indifference for racism. The “hood folks” being the major representation of the black (African American) race. This is how multiculturalism fooled everyone, it further segregated the nation exponentially.

Unfortunately many Americans were able to see the characters they were assigned, hence micro culture. Now the divisions are an endless drama of political and social discord that generates billions of dollars in everything from clothes and food to media and education. There is no incentive to stop dividing.

From contrasting addicts to cancer patients, homeless vets against refugees, even pitting folks who are employed against folks on government assistance the great divide is spreading. This is not accidental. This is our political structure failing and feeding on itself.

These divisions are tactics. The obvious nature of their goal is to create political and cultural anarchy, and they’ve succeeded with the less informed populace to the point folks will believe anything just to be part of something.

No one stands for our country. They feel they have to be on a side. True leadership stands in the gap and brings the realistic individuals from both sides together. This person or people have yet to surface.

The liberal left is heavily influenced by European progressives. They’ve invaded our government structure through positions within the government or with businesses contracted by the government. The European progressives have taken over the American media and are supported through a heavily influenced academia. It is imperative we take a pre Cold War approach to purging our political, educational, and entertainment industries.

The far right is heavily influenced by the “Über capitalist” operating within our economy to sway the balance of capitalism and democracy. They’re supported by the evangelical charismatic factions of our religious communities. The balance of religion and government is challenged by these charismatic figures who’s wealth has surpassed their faith.

Meanwhile, in the middle, many Americans look around in wonder at what’s happening to our country. This is dangerous because our working class folks are the ones funding this lunacy with their taxes. Middle class America is under siege and they won’t get fed up because they believe that the lunatics will go away like they have in the past. That doesn’t look like the case today.

The average guy/gal sits around worried about domestic goals. Vacation, new house or vehicle, and job security. They aren’t in touch with transgender soldiers or ghosts replacing skeletons in political closets. They may watch some satire and laugh or joke, but they’re busy working to make their situations and the situations in their communities better. If we threaten that security we’ll find a much more dangerous America.

The previous administration divided us to a point we haven’t seen since the civil war. We haven’t heard as much about globalization since they’ve been replaced, the Progressive Europeans have been quite within the current climate, but they’re working in the fringe with a handful of folks disgruntled about the election. It will take time for a course correction and if we don’t get 8 years without them it’s gonna get worse.

I’m not sure how much of what’s been done can be corrected, especially within 4 years. We have a lot of work to re establish our positions with our allies and our enemies. We are not positioned globally to be a leader.

No one can predict how this will unfold. Our blogs and other social media posts don’t matter much. Some write to enlighten, some out of confusion, and some to be right. At best we can give “our 2 cents” and hope collectively we can let these folks know we see through their deceits and will comment on them no matter for the sake of truth and the American way of standing up to attempts to define our life or the lives our our friends.

Of Nature and Desire

Concentrically narrowing foliage chokes my optimism with caution. Thorns and petals stalk my path to a less humid endeavors. But this is how truth hides, just beyond the greenery withering in all of us.

The canopy has levels that reveal light one shard at a time, until your above the tangle of vines where there is no forest floor. All you see is beauty framed by heaven as fresh air wisps away the rot decaying below.

If only I could fly away to stone. An edifice imagined. Stolid and thoughtful granite curves that time hides. Water cascades over the riffs she’s etched in my strength. Sun glistens on the darkness creating black rainbows in the mist, and lichen warms the crevices of my souls.

The beauty of this carnage we call nature is odd, like love it takes great pains and grows with time, only to be passed on to the budding life below. The tallest trees see it while taking warmth from above, mocking us as their roots draw from our strength. Their saplings without us withering in the clutches of vines, but it’s beauty to the naive.

Life is a beautiful struggle between our nature and our ideals, between our needs and desires. Inside us the biological and psychological battles constantly feed on us like the worms that till our soul, but all we see are faces as we paint our landscape with beauty.

American People

Does feminism fail due to the nurturing nature of the female. We all have heard cliches. Maternal instinct, which of late it seems just as many men have. Woman are more compassionate, I would argue sympathetic, a loathsome emotional response. Some folks would argue that woman are more in touch with their emotions. Feminist would be violently opposed to these cliches because they’re just people.

The confusing thing to me is that the feminist movement has rode these waves of momentum then got swept up in another groups struggle. The 60’s and 70’s they burnt bras when it meant something. Then they were sucked into the civil rights compactor and spit out for a seat in the back of the bus.

In the 80’s and 90’s they got so mixed up with the gay movement it was hard to tell who was a boy and who was a girl, if there are still genders. The glass ceiling was shattered by a few woman emotionally pretending to be male, but Elizabeth Dole disappeared, I assume back to the pineapple plantation.

Now we’re here again, more radical then ever. Female Senators, movie producers, star athletes; woman are attaining whatever their hearts or minds desire. We have astronauts, infantry woman in the Army, even a slew of woman fighter pilots. We passed on the female president this cycle because it was the wrong woman at the right time.

Now the feminist women are sounding off about rape culture. They will stop at nothing until any characteristic considered male is eliminated from the human emotional lexicon. If a boy on a campus sees a girl dressed nice with a strong feminine presence and tells his buddy he’d like to sleep with her, he’s a criminal. Woman have conquered every endeavor so now they have to eliminate any characteristic that’s considered masculine.

This phase will meld into some other groups cause soon and the feminist silence will be heard in the black lives matter group, or the gender of the day folks, or the emerging survival of……, folks. This falls into the old “fool me once” euphemism. The progressive movement has been using woman as a tool of advancement for decades and putting them back in the tool box when their intermediate goals were achieved.

The truth is that we did not transition well from the phase of woman as homemakers to woman as working partners. These folks saw that and exploited it as a disrespect to woman. It was never about disrespect, it was about confusion. The whole child care industry was developed out of this confusion. Out of this confusion the role of parents and the role of men and woman got confused, and for some still is.

This shit about rape culture today is the new exploitation. There are men, (and woman) out there that view others as objects. Men that take pleasure out of victimizing or demoralizing woman for their own esteem. Most American Men abhor this behavior and that’s the single reason it happens in silence. Because any Red Blooded American Male who saw this type of behavior in a friend would put it in check. We respect woman, we’re not the enemy.

So it seemed for this round of feminist fame we’ll have to throw it back at ya. We (men and boys) have a right to be masculine and wear muscle shirts with tight jeans without being stared at for our reproductive prowess just as much as you have a right to wear short skirts and blouses without being judged for your birthing hips. We are meant to be mutually respectful of each other and no movement, religion, or government should interfere with that.

Just because someone isn’t respected for being gay doesn’t mean masculinity is evil. Just because a woman didn’t get elected president doesn’t mean misogyny is the American norm. Just because single mothers struggle doesn’t mean nuclear families are threatening. The divisions created are endless and fabricated illusions.

Most Americans look at each other as people. Plain and simple. Don’t be fooled by idiots with a cause. Feminism and American are synonymous, and American woman are people, like American men. Always struggling for the underdog. Reaching all corners of the earth for human rights. To say otherwise is a lie and disrespecting the American character.

Don’t worry though, feminism and Americanism will remain synonymous no matter who tries to divide us. We’ll have a woman president one day also. When we do, watch out because the American woman has a history of standing up for the downtrodden. From the slaves, to the oppressed, to the displaced she has been keeping America strong in its efforts to be the shining city on the hill, and her men stand behind her ready to fight right alongside her if you get in her way.

Healthcare Hustle

Healthcare, I am so sick and tired of hearing about healthcare problems. Folks know the problem. The cost of healthcare is a self inflicted wound. It’s ridiculous that we have to hear these idiots postulate about the problems. It’s like watching a friend struggling to build a model airplane and complain about the latest FAA rules.

Conditions are the environment in which an organism lives that effect the way it functions. It can be a factor or a source of a disease or injury, but can’t be a disease or injury. We spend billions of dollars a year on conditions in America. Sort of like increasing the octane in your gas to fix your cars computer.

Everything from ADHD to Fibromyalgia are costing the healthcare industry billions. The arthritis industry is developing new “conditions” to match medications as we speak. Arthritis is an ancient disease we all will experience at one level or another over time. Human bones weaken with age putting additional stress on it’s surrounding structures. The “conditions” that slow this process down or speed it up aren’t diseases.

This is the crux of the point. Conditions aren’t diseases. Conditions are the environment that effect an organism maintaining homeostasis. Conditions can be manipulated to improve or degrade this process. The paradigm in America is to ignore the conditions that set up a problem and medicate those same conditions ignoring the absence of a medical disease.

This is where psychology comes in. This is a bad word to many. Folks don’t distinguish between counseling, psychology, and psychiatry. They just conjure negative images of “crazy”! These practices are the answer to many of these biopsychosocial conditions. Counseling and therapy deal directly with the conditions that negatively effect a person to the point they’re being effected physically.

Addressing conditions or syndromes with medication as the first line of defense is unethical. Counseling, diet, and fitness are critical to dealing with health issues. Medication does not heal, it is designed to help a patient deal with the symptoms (conditions) of a disease to improve the conditions of which that person lives until the disease has been cured, or managed in some cases.

We need healthcare reform. Healthcare reform is a threat to the economy. This is why we won’t get healthcare. Pain clinics were the symptom we missed, and now the problem has exponentially grown socially, but is a windfall economically. I’ll leave it to you to elaborate on other medical conditions and how they benefit the economy.

I don’t see a paradigm shift in the philosophies of medicine and economics. So my part, to make me feel good, is to talk to my folks and hopefully keep them safe from the medical establishment. The worst thing to happen would be a loved one born in the hospital, frequently visiting the doctor throughout their life for medicine, and returning to the hospital to die. That’s not a life, it’s an investment

Randomness

My mind lazily stares at the reflection of the door in the rainwater collecting on the sidewalk. I struggle with which door to open, which door to walk through for the rest of my life. Both have become surreal and the glimmer of hope in my reflection is as real as the sadness behind the pains encased in reality.

In the end choice was an illusion, a weigh station to a truth I already knew. Home is an illusion like the mind. It doesn’t have matter like a house or brain, of which both will eventually collapse. And so it is, choice, the stairway to somewhere, always leads me on.

So is life an illusion brought to life in the reflection of inconsequential notions of reality. Are hope, faith, and prayer the home of truth, reality, and the work that brings shining moments. We aren’t meant to know, only care enough to try.

Does it all matter, probably not, but if you don’t care, it’s not worth living. The reflection means no more than the reality and that’s not a crossroad, it’s a void. A place where nothing has color or tears to dry. A place where death lives and life passes on.

Everything has meaning, has worth if we care. Reality pushed the boundary of sanity at times. So hold onto your reflections with the understanding that life does matter, as do the illusions that give it measure. When this gets twisted you’re no longer real.

Drifter

I sat before eternity silent
No answers did I seek
Listening for the future
To gently kiss my cheek

Being everywhere but nowhere
A space outside of time
Lacked color or purpose
Living in the sublime.

So I stood up and brushed my pants
And walked towards the crossroad
Where I felt a better chance.

And in the distant dust loud
Just behind the ochre road
Death rumbled in the clouds

Not one to take the middle road
I walked with open eyes
An ever slowing pace
Towards ever changing skies

I walked through the mirage,
And into the heat of day
Gathering the colors of life
For when the skies turn gray

The end of the earth is a lie
For fools who dream
Or ask themselves why

There are no rhymes for reason
To hold the truth alight
Just changes of the seasons
Stretching day to night