Why

Why…

I look deep into my mind’s eye
a cauldron of all things past
a cauldron of all things to come
and a shiver runs down my spine.
The game never changes
only the players differ
and the outcome is always the same.
The keystones that have supported
all we hold dear being removed
one stone at a time…
and our foundation is ready to falter;
such a monument to what has been
and what could continue to be for
all who are willing to be a part;
only the self-chosen cannot
stand to have less than all
and will destroy all they cannot have.

What will people a thousand years from now
think of us; who had everything,
yet didn’t have enough, leaving only remnants
as pieces to the puzzle, and the question
is always the same…

Why?

Oh Hell

Well, I’m already behind due to internet problems, now I’ll be down until sometime Monday… the dog chewed the end off the charging cord for the computer. Need to run to town for a replacement plug.

Our Creation

Time to think and reflect…
so much we have done
so much we are doing.
We have climbed to the top of the mountain
and looked out as far as our eyes could see;
the fruits of our labor abundant…
all we see is good.

We will stay
adding to our landscape…
I question if there are enough colors
to paint what we have made?

Parcels

Parcels…
little or big
have their purpose
making up all things;
conjuring up
in the mind’s eye…
one of life’s little puzzles.

Each piece its part to play
adding something special;
and lack thereof,
a great loss could be
the end result.

A year invested
looking for parcels
in such variety…
a smorgasbord to make
of life.

I have found all I desire
all in one
in such abundance
each bite of life better
than the one before.

Recharge

I am atop the mountain
and reach for the sky
saved, I am reborn.

It’s Your Party

You didn’t see, and hadn’t for a long time
which made comprehension a difficult thing
and you did not know why you found that
eye to eye everything was blurry; and hoped
the laser would do its work.

The cornea reshaped, sight was improved…
tired of arguments over your view of life
you had longed to see the same things as others
with clarity; but found as you looked over the same
with friends and family, still you did not see eye to eye;
and found everything still to be… as clear as mud like
looking out life’s window as thousands of droplets
of water ran down confounding the picture…
although right in front of you, you could not see.

Only when it had become too late; the damage done
did you comprehended the consequences of your actions
and saw what others had seen all along; did you wish
to hide the fact that your mind contorted your view
like a thousand droplets of water running down…
you could always see, but chose not to…
your desire to fix all that you perceived to be wrong
conflicted with rational thought… your mind confounded
by your droplets of irrationality clouding vision…
is it any wonder you never saw eye to eye?

The World’s Top 10 Best Images of Climbing Goats

This is really good photography!

Our Roadmap

Our life continues down the roadmap We have drawn…
We control where we go and what we do;
sometimes putting temporary roadblocks in the way
of where We want to be, decisions made that put us on
a scenic tour of life where we can experience
things we otherwise would not.

Roadblocks we sometimes choose call for sacrificing our timetable
yet making another’s time so much more valuable, as
we have much time left, where others do not.

We have been on this side trip for only a few short miles, but
for me, it has let me experience many miles of life…
enriching; satisfying; bringing me a new dear friend who
I will keep alive in my thoughts as time wears on.

As Pat and I continue down Our road negotiating chosen roadblocks
and living with the consequences of our choices
we build momentum to carry us
down many more miles of Our life.

Oh… to Be an Elected Official

From my little rant “I’m Up to My Ears with This” posted in Steve Halls Thoughts.

Steak and lobster; Champaign and wine
$100.00 cigars to blow smoke all the time.
Trips to wherever, whenever they want
taxpayer’s dollars always ready to flaunt,
Votes for a jet ride, war chests full of gold
wanting baby cell miracles so they never grow old.
Golf on the weekends, banquets to attend
break laws without fear … their colleagues defend.

Know This

Ignorance is bliss
like the edge of a razor
it cuts deep; you bleed…