What? Matters!…

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Poetry flows best through pain.
              The art of music
                            The art of pain

                                          Where is God?
              Where am I?
                            What I say makes sense to me
                                          What does God think?
              Where am I?
                            Am I high when I’m down?
                                          Is this why I drink?

                                          Happy alone?

I’ve a lonesome friend…
              A lone friend rather.
                            Solitary
              Maybe that’s right.
                            I try to break in
                                          I see in at times

              I’ve pretended me there
                            But I’m so far away now
                                          Surrounded
                                                                                    By friends?
              Why?

                                          Is God lonely?
                                                                      Who is his friend?
                                                                                                  What do they do?

                                          What would he ask?
                                             “How are you?”

                                          “What do you think?”
                                                 “Is that new?”

What wouldn’t he know?
                                                                      Why would he care?
                                                                               Would he?
                                                                                    Is he?
                                                        Where is he?

Pain flows in poetry, best?
              The music of art
                            The pain of art.

              Dead before, but now I’m here.

I’ve been painting me
But I can’t get it right.
              I know what matters
              But I don’t know why
                            I think she disagrees.
                                                                                    I think I disagree…
Do you see?

                                                        Are you me?

                                                                           Does it matter???

                                                                                                                What!!!

Vestibular Gonadulism

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Due to publisher prompting I’m working hard to finish the book, “Severe.” I’m down to the technological aspect of recovery from brain damage. It is hugely frustrating that the ‘therapists” I was involved with had not a clue relative to what I needed. The attempt was made to teach me to walk when I had neither the ambitious will, nor the sense of balance which would make it possible.

My vestibular system is severely damaged. I doubt my “therapists” and possibly not even my doctor knew nor knows what a vestibular system is. Balance is a sense. A sense we don’t know we have, until we loose it. Loosing ones vestibular system in relationship to balance, is comparable to losing the retina in relationship to seeing.

In any case, research for my book has led me to some magnificent chunks of modern medical wisdom relative to brain plasticity (the reason I now know my name, earned a degree and am working on my MA). In any case, it’s all rather groovy, and the next thing you know I may be ballet dancing… Hopefully not alone!

“Severe” the Book

Leftists Construct a Fantasy World

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Written for and (surprisingly) published by the Logan “Herald Journal.”

My mystification grows along with the growth of what I see as the absurdity of leftism. My life has its own level of absurdism (which is fairly high). While I recognize and often do attempt to justify it, I also recognize the sandy, slipping soil upon which my absurdities are grounded. I don’t imagine a political force being applied to impose my absurdities upon you and yours.

It appears to me that leftists have constructed a fantasy world which although beautifully hopeful, is also demonstrable impossible. The chink in the armor of their idea of fairness and equality doctrine is the essential nature of humanity. The universal failure of socialism, even when applied by the most humanitarian of intentions, i.e. religious organizations (Mormons), the founders of our country (Pilgrims), revolutionaries battling agains tyranny (Spartacus), always came down to the failure of the socialist policies put in place at those times. The nature of humanity which includes a fair dose of greed and amplified self-importance throws a wrench into the socialist gearbox. Beautiful intention evolves into a more self-protective form of tyranny, or oligarchy.

Individualism, which includes both freedom and exercising personally recognized and enforced responsibility, evaporates into the atmosphere of statist control.

It was a recognition of this infectious nature of government which inspired political philosophers all the way back to Socrates, who saw democracy (the goal of so many modern politics) and the “politic of mediocrity” which it actually is as America is currenty demonstrating. The irony of enforcing responsibility while admitting freedom was a goal for which the U.S. Constitution was forged to inspire and protect.

“We still suffer from not having a Constitution that guarantees its citizens economic rights” ~Barack Hussein oBama. The Constitution, he explains, is a “charter of negative liberties…(it)… says what the states can’t do to you (and) what the federal government can’t do to you, but doesn’t say what the federal government or state government must do on your behalf.” Thus, apparently, the need to rewrite the Constitution, which in spite of the magnificent wisdom of our pRESIDENT oBama, does indeed say what the federal government must do on our behalf. The difference being that our founders recognized personal responsibility and left that up to the persons. Responsibility is tails on the freedom coin, one can’t be taken away without the other.

The fantasy evolves and the mystery grows.

~Bacon