March 2012
Thoughts on a Saturday Morning
Peering out the single window Into the grey world just outside The sun was hidden behind thick clouds As it was spring, and it was apt that the rain abide Peering out the single window Looking down at my bosom, and imagining The heart that beats a few layers down And all the world that dwells within
Hymn to the Sea
“To the bottom of the sea we fell
Passing Neptune’s subjects on our way...”
“The need to believe is not one I feel, and I am fine without it.”
Blurring the Lines, Crossing the Edge
In recent years, news personalities on cable news stations have taken on more aggressive and activist roles while on air. One hardly finds a news hour that is completely devoid of political commentary by the host, and in most instances, a viewer can tell the ideology of the on-air personality in a matter of minutes, if not in fact, seconds.
Perhaps the two worst parties in this regard are Al...
“A mere sight of the visage and general composure of most politicians appearing...”
Helen
Across a sea of uncertainty I set sail To regions foreign, within a dark vale Such was the place to which I destined For it offered a mere chance of the pristine Not to get her back but to win her love the first time To this end I enter battle with armies doing great crime At the sands I beach, city’s gates I barge, its walls I climb All for the chance to take home this beauty I want to call...
“And if two male teenagers are walking together during the early hours of dusk,...”
I just saw Geraldo Rivera on The O’Reilly Factor, doubling down on his ridiculous insinuation; in fact, it went beyond an insinuation, his ridiculous argument that young dark-skinned men must refrain from wearing hoodies. So, I suppose, young white men can go ahead wearing hoodies, just not their peers of a darker hue. Even more, why should one be aware of the wardrobe in his possession, and...
“And thus the week grows to a close
Happenings good and bad went by
Reflections...”
“And now the national dialogue is solely on the topic of an etch-a-sketch, and we...”
Professor Putin (Dept. of Literature)
It appears to me that government, nor its officials and elected members should concern themselves with the arts consumed by their citizens. Such elements of culture are simply not in the domain and jurisdiction of the elected, and the pleasures people seek, so long as they are not in conflict with any reasonable law, should not invite the reach of government.
This seems lost on Vladimir Putin,...
Our American democracy is a confusing creature, with many limbs and organs not at all necessary, and merely confounding. With the presence of delegates, pledged and un-pledged; the autonomy of super-delegates; the proportional and whole acquisition of delegates, with either depending on how well a candidate’s organization is and the rules of the given state; and of course, the palpable...
On Young Mr. Martin
How can one’s heart not ache on account of the killing of Trayvon Martin? How can the conscience not be shattered by the murder of an innocent boy? A boy armed with only skittles and some Iced Tea. How can one not be in pain, merely imagining the suffering of his family and other loved ones? To their plight, and indeed ours, I wonder just how much black boys and young men must be made...
“Once again, what I learn causes me pain
So much from this hurt, there is to...”
“I wonder if Rick Santorum realizes just how utterly stupid he sounds, and even...”
Wings of A Dove
Flapping leaps above the world going by Removed from tragedies far below the sky Soaring among heights of air and breeze Seemingly afloat with such great ease On land far down are tales to tell Of tears and laughs, and banging bells A terra of creatures who can not escape The imprisonment of gravity and solid landscape But it can’t fly forever and so to us it returns To firm land and all its...
“One must always confess.”
“I concluded that one could not gain knowledge without being unhappy. The act of...”
She
She is a phantom A ghost in my mind She is an imagination To her face I am blind She is a composite of thoughts I wrestle with in my head The last sparks of brain activity Before I fall into bed
No Church in the Wild- Jay-Z, Kanye West ft. Frank...
“The mind went dull
Despairs grew tall
Now watch me fall.
On the ground I...”
“Benjamin Jealous, Martin Luther King III, George Clooney, Nick Clooney (the...”
