Monday, June 30, 2014

Long Live the Horse!

The horse has fallen

Long live the horse!
In Elysian Fields he will await his
Rider and companion.
Amidst all the one who have came before.
In soft green meadows, and lovely groves
With all the horse who have served so well
Their rider’s wishes.
He will await the bugle’s call that tells him
The one he awaits
Has arrived.
There is then a spot where
the way forks in two directions
A place, which has a sun and stars of its own
Here, in these groves he will
Make his beds near the riverbanks.
Through the day he may
Wander in luminous plains and green valleys
As he waits for the one he serves.

Dedicated to Bärchen
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Rexx

Little Girls Cry

       She looked through eyes

    That had saw thousands of days
More days then she cared to remember,
          But remember she was.

      It was the child in front of her
That sent this sudden flash before her eyes.
               Of days long gone,
             And mostly forgotten.

            The little girl was crying,
                Crying for candy.
Begging with all her heart for just one bite
                   To deaf ears.

             She watch as the little girl
          Tugged at her Mommies shirt,
            Tugging for attention that
             She was not going to get.

          Oh how she wanted to go,
              Go and pick her up
          And take her to the counter
      To buy her anything she may wish.

       But it was none of her business,
                    Not her child.
                There was no abuse
                  Just mild neglect.

           The law would not care,
          All she could get would be
             Trouble for her effort
                 If she intervened.

        But oh how she remembered
          How badly she had wished
             For that Candy Apple
                Oh, so long ago.

              At the county fair
     With her sister she had romped
           And played all day
   With Mom and Dad just behind.

               At the days end
               The sun had set
         The rides were all so bright
      Whirling and flashing in the dark.

         Dizzy and tired they walked
         To the gate and there it was.
            A little shack stacked
       With bright red Candy Apples!

        “I want one” she had screamed
          And tried to run to the shack,
               But Mommy’s hand
                     Just held tight.

     Squirming and twisting she remembered
               Did her no good at all.
         Mommy was talking to Daddy
         And could not hear her at all.

          Tears streamed down her eyes,
             The tears had blinded her
             To all the fun she had had
                 And all her joy fled.

           It had fled and not returned
                      Until this day
                    As she watched
                   The Little girl cry.

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Rexx

Cain Slew Able

Cain Slew Able 

On down through the ages
We have came
From out of the darkness
And cold of old.
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To the light and understanding
Of today, bit upon bit,
Just a little bit at a time
Fire, here, wheel there
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Till upon the shoulder of giants
We stand looking afar
Way unto the stars,
And down into the atoms them selves.
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But as far as we have came
We have carried our selves the same.
The same fears, dreads, and concerns.
The same ambitions drive us
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Just as when we were ran from the garden
As when Cain slew Able,
As when we built the tower of Babel,
And when Lot’s wife looked back.
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Now we can kill with hydrogen bombs,
Shoot our towers into space,
Look back to the beginning of time,
And peace among men is as far away as ever.
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The answer is as elusive as ever
Be enslaved or fight
Be killed or kill
Resist or give up!
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For those who would enslave you
Will not stop because you do.
Will you forsake your God
For the sake of peace?
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Would you exchange freedom for peace?
Will you bow to another’s God for peace?
Will you sacrifice your liberties
For a promised security?
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Just remember, what one man locks up,
Another man can unlock.
Any fort you make can be breached.
To win you must carry the fight.
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If you hold up behind a wall,
If you are forced to go the defense,
Then history tells you
That you will lose.
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The tactic of Marten Luther King
And Mahatma Gandhi
Will work against powers
That sees themselves as humane.
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But had the Romans tried it against the Vandals,
Or the Greek against the Romans,
Or Egypt against the Greeks
It would have been to no avail.
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And if we try it against the Islamic
We will end up dead or enslaved.
If it is fight, die, or be a slave
I will not turn the other cheek.
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But to give our government
The same powers that
Our Enemies want
Is not a road I wish to walk.
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Live free or die
Now that is a slogan I like,
But let not my blood
Come cheep!
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Rexx

In Search of the Truth

A consideration into what is true. One’s perspective can and does alter what is perceived. I would remind you of the old teaching story of the five blind men who were walking down the road to go to a fair when they encountered an elephant. One of the blind men felt only the tusk and said to his brethren, “This beast is like into a spear”. Another had grabbed tin ear and said to a friend, No, it is much more like a fan than a spear”. A third, holding its tail declared that they were all wrong that it was much more like a rope than anything they had described. Then the fourth, who had his arms wrapped around one of the legs, chimed in, “Nope, it is much more like a tree than any of those things”. Finley the last one, who was standing with his arms up and his hands on the elephant’s side said out loud, “My brothers have all gone mad, for it is plain to me that this beast is more like into a wall than any of those other ideas!”

Then another said to the rest, "Agree or disagree, we have to get on down to the fair before it closes" and off they went, each with a firm understanding of what each had perceived of what a true elephant was. This is the state we all find ourselves in trying to perceive the truth, it is colored by the angle of our perception, no two people can see the same thing at the same time because each must, by the inability to stand in the same place at the same time, observe the thing from different points of view.

This is the state we all find ourselves in trying to perceive the truth, it is colored by the angle of our perception, no two people can see the same thing at the same time because each must, by the inability to stand in the same place at the same time, observe the thing from different points of view. Not only is our perception of the truth determined by the angles from which we look at it how much time we have to consider it, to alter our point of view also determine our ability to perceive the true nature of something.  Each mind that perceives is alone in it perception and its reasoning based upon that perception is unique to the individual.  It is an amazement that we can ever agree on what the truth is.

Consider the rightness of smoking tobacco. From the time it was discovered by Europeans in America until fifty years ago, it was considered not only a good thing, but a necessary thing in that a large part of the English’s making colonies in the New World was to grow and export tobacco. Many a people’s livelihoods depended upon its growth, processing, and sales. All of this was possible because of our angle of our perception was solely for the pleasure it brought to us. Pleasure both from the wealth it brought to those who provided it and from the ones who smoked, chewed, and sniffed it.  Now it is perceived as a health hazard  and to be avoided, and taxed to death.

Did not the way tobacco was seen change it from being right into being wrong? And did not this change in our understanding of the goodness/badness of tobacco come from a changing point of view, a point of view focuses more on the negative consequences of smoking, higher incidents of cancer in users compared to non users.

Now if it is true that tobacco is good or bad is still dependent upon the point of view that the user/nonuser looks at the issue from, for some the good outweighs the bad and for others the bad is not worth the good.