She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

The Price of Respect

Multi Cultural
Multi National
Multi Lingual
Multi Theistic

Multi multi multi

We are but one tribe
A mere 2,000 generations out of Africa
Yet we cling to a fragmented world of beliefs
As if the beliefs themselves
Were more important than our survival
Each faction each nation each religion
Demanding my respect.
While at the same time spending between one and three
TRILLION dollars globally
Every year

Just to defend ourselves from each other...

Want my respect?
Put your money where your mouth is
And we'll talk

Sunday, November 25, 2012

The Neighborhood



 
Creatures, great and small
Populate my world and all
They are my neighbors, friends
They are everywhere, to all ends
Most shyly respecting me and mine
From the grassy brush
From beyond the tree line
Or down below 'neath leafy blades
Crouched, hidden in the shades
Some waiting
To invade... 

Creatures, lithe and limb
Fleet footed, soft and slim
Some feathered, flying
Some in the darkness, crying
Some in the moonlight
Softly sighing
Some living
Some dying 

Creatures, true and bold
Out there in the cold
Amid fen and fold
Brown, green and gold
Seen
Unseen
Then
Now
Forever untold

Creatures, great and small
Silently they call
Eight legs
Four legs
Six legs
Two legs
Hundreds of legs
No legs at all
Some peering down from trees on high
Some sailing swiftly across the sky
Some swimming in a teardrop
Falling from my eye

Creatures, swift and fast
Echo from the past
Who am I to say
How ends this play
Or which of us shall last?

Wednesday, November 07, 2012

The Day After

America wins, America loses
America drinks and goes home...

I stand today with all my friends and with all Americans.
This was a difficult, alienating election. It is over.
It is time now to remember that we have passed through this process not because we are enemies, but rather because we are citizens.
Because we are Americans.

As a democrat I share in a feeling of victory today.
But as an American I also share a sense of loss
Those who voted for the other candidates are my countrymen and women
It is my responsibility now to remember that compromise is equal to compassion when it comes to making America great.

As an American
I share in a sense of a larger victory.
The process works.
Win or lose, power transfers and is passed on through the will of the people
Amid much fanfare, but without violence or bloodshed
The will of the people
Imagine that...

And so
Government
Of the people
By the people
For the people
Still struggles with it's identity.
But it has not, as yet, perished from the face of this earth.

Not yet