Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry, prose

The road arrived.

Life is lived on levels and arrived at in stages. —Edwin Louis Cole

Good morning. As the turning of days and as the grass sprouted from winter slumber, I found myself at a point where I realize I can tarry no longer. I must be courageous and serious. I must be willing and full of hope. I must grasp every word that spills from my heart and wring them dry, until I no longer see the darkness inside. What then should I do when the light allows too much room for curiosity? The despair I roam within ebbs and throws me into oblivion. I must be willing to try and write what I set out to create. Even if I fail. I must no longer tarry as if my days are endless. Grey is as good of a place as any to either brighten the world with hope or darken it with tragedy. I hope my efforts will lift us to hear the galloping of freedom drawing ever near. That heaven’s promises of long ago will not cease to keep heads from drowning under the growing storm. I sense the road has arrived. I cannot deny my calling any longer. I cannot be a child of milk and cookies. I must be willing to learn and sift knowledge. To discern the day’s signs and the evenings quandaries. To be, is my last attempt at fulfilling my heart’s rhythm. The beating lasts but a few days more. I am ready to accept my fate. Let it be so.

If we fail
fail to see the wind
coming at the break neck speed
of a metal horse
on tracks,

If we fail
fail in our comfort
food, shelter and clothing
scraped together with goodwill
given as scraps to wild dogs,

If we fail
fail as foreign spies
on fellow citizens
drumming up grievances and rounding up heads
rolling in wooden bowls
we ravish our own hands.



We fail.
We won’t change history any more than armies before us.
We drip in mother’s blood
and scour our bodies of father’s filth.
We bury bones in rags
doused with our enemies vapors. And cheer.
Cheer our own demise as we beg for freedom from our own ills.
Posted in Musings, Opinion

My Facebook Rant (reblog)

I notice people of varying races like to point out faults of other races… and religion and sexes. So in my INFP Facebook group i wrote:

Equal disgust to any person, regardless of race, religion, sex, etc., right? Because its great people talk … so next time you defend another religion, race, sex, etc., for doing same, remember your outrage at this. Next post could easily be someone you couldnt believe would be so barbaric, like MS13 gang or muslim jihadist or fill-in-the blank with murderers, rapists, which knows no bounds… try speaking out against them as well. And how about defending the children sold and appearing in US court with no parent showing up to claim them. Defend the girls in the middle east stoned to death… but still breathing. Defend the white christian south africans being massacred. Or even black christians in nigeria. You get the point.

Have heard nothing yet. No feedback… waiting.

My other point of view… on my personal page.

Hate knows no bounds. I find it particularly aggravating when we point out a race, religion or sex committing evil against another. It is the mind, heart and soul that is damaged that is capable of committing atrocity more than the skin color. Some people commit crimes, who adhere to a particular worldview, based on ethnicity or religion and even sex, but they are twisting what is normally a peaceful existence. At least i hope so. So…. when someone points out a “white” “brown” or “black” person, which really is varying degrees and shades, let us remember we all have light in our background. All humanity begins with light. Let us not twist humanity into evil and box us into stereotypical groups. All people are capable of committing evil. All.

Posted in Musings, Random

A quality insight from Mrs. Fish

— Read on danielpaulmarshall.com/2018/06/10/a-quality-insight-from-mrs-fish/

There are always as many layers in each piece written by Daniel Paul Marshall as there are to our individual psyches. I have learned, from past experience, we decide to dig when all of life fails. Most assuredly when we struggle in amazement, “How did we end up here?”

This struggle’s search means we roam our own minds along with perusing other’s insights, to answer personal questions. Daniel Paul Marshall always becomes a mountain to scale. I am not afraid to climb and quite often like to feel small. The idea of being intellectually swallowed hole is not frightening. At such a time, i tend to be lazy and will shift into making the ascent easy as possible. I have found in order to be a PhD candidate poet, i would need to tap reserves that currently are kept safe for rainy days. I never venture far from the comfortable. (Enough of that tangent… back on the original road!)

This particular post drug me up from a pit i am well accustomed. I routinely, lazily graze in my despair but in a rare collision, this post brought a flurry of thought.

Please consider bringing yourself to the discussion at the original post. I would love to read your thoughts. Does this post enlighten or further blur your perception of you, your children and the space between? Or perhaps your relationship with a parent?

I am considering note-taking and producing a futures map, dealing with my daughter. She tells me i am her best friend, which makes me feel wonderful. But below the surface smile i sprout for her benefit, i fear her future. Where are people to love her as much as i?