My Prayer tonight...

Closing my eyes I feel history rush past me in a way it never has before,
the last century of progress and advance at the untold cost of millions of lives.
The quiet truth that seems to elude the lips of the men and women
chosen by popular opinion to lead us into the future.
Revolutions,
many of different style and cause,
leading to the establishment of new worlds –
2 world wars,
several communist revolutions,
hot wars of containment to perpetuate the cold war of superpowers –
Puppets to the masters whose strings are nuclear arsenals so I wonder now –
In this war,
whose finger is one the button.
As people die these words leave this pen
my sadness is that history has not been our teacher
and thus our future is nothing but a story already told
with different characters and numbers that seems eerily familiar.
Peace on earth my prayers this night.

Muse (ings)

If you were a trumpet,
I’d have to be Louis,
or Diz,
or Miles,
A sax
perhaps Byrd
or Coltrane,
A piano
lets say Liberace,
Borge
or even Elton John.
The guitar,
perhaps Santana
or Slash,
Dave Matthews
or Emmit Ray,
perhaps if I might be so bold Emmit Brown or was it Ray,
nonetheless I’m sure this picture has been painted.
Like all those greats and all in between you called out to me from across the universe
and I had no choice but to listen –
So with my lips abuzz I will blow,
with my fingers I will pluck or tickle,
for you truly are the instrument of all my dreams
from which the most beautiful sounds of creativity flow.
You are my MUSE!

SDM

What do you think?

Is our time really that unique, save our relative access to information and freedoms? In this time of war, one of few in my lifetime, I would like to explore this very thought. With history as our guide it becomes crystal clear that our system has lied, cheated and stole, not just from our wallets; The likes of IBM, JVC and Ford, but no more of this the stories old. Our souls, more important, the swindle is clear, with our votes for puppets with invisible strings the devil offered us masters of industry to champion our cause. I don’t mind being robbed as long as its honest and by thugs down the street, but in Canada its thugs in pressed shirts and ties on the street – Cronies and old boys willing to hide in the shadows while we’re all led to the gallows; Hung, by our own ignorance and apathy.

So is our time, this time, historically unique? What do you think?

With a birdie whispering in my ear as a favour to the devil a clear picture is painted every bit as important as Egyptian hieroglyphs.

A long time ago in a land not so far away men who craved power and lacked principle unlocked a secret before unknown or ignored from which this current history, our history began to unfold; If you’ll sit for a moment the story of our undoing will be told.

In rooms without electricity, carved out of rock men figured subjugation and hatched a sinister plot. By joining forces in dim rooms lit by flame a new game emerged; Risk management its name. To control the hearts of the masses faith became a toy where these arrogant men believed that God could be played a fool. The devil agreed and massaged their pride taught them divine right as the population tried.

So with faith and a leader chosen by divine right the heels of the chosen one clicked in delight. If their hearts could not be won the devil suggested that chains would well do so slavery started and prisons soon grew.

So with might over right the devil and his friends, divine masters of fright our system began almost over night. Religion, man made, leaders so too, lets forward a few years to an idea not new, just practices by devils decree lets all realize an oxford degree, in truth.

So might and religion made quite a team and unspeakable horrors in the name of God became seen. By divine right and the power of the tools of war, education became far more important to score.

Thus by Royal decree and supposed divine right together great minds imposed theoretical slight. Control information and access to it. The devil whispered aloud as this almost blew it. But with his help Oxford got through it.

SDM
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Context... It was written as a piece of spoken word. The cadence may not immediately be clear but one day it will.

Be Real... Be a Child

Please, if you will,
for a moment could you strip down all the things you know,
act as a child with wonder and delight
and let these words inform your soul
where the true spirit of understanding begins.
Remove the distractions from around you,
close your eyes and open your mind,
relieve the blockage of societal half truth
and return for a moment to self:
Your pure self!
No easy feat to be sure
but with courage and a will as strong as steel
the explanation becomes plain.
Heed this attached warning;
Become comfortable with in your own skin,
life is not a dress rehearsal
and the sooner you realize this the better your life will be.
In the search for self you will begin to see apparent discrepancies
between the person you perceive and the person you really are.
Again,
strip down the emotional and intellectual barriers,
refuse to allow your perceived self to be your filter,
instead embrace your inner child.

The world becomes clear
when through self actualization you overcome the illusions of consumption,
the necessity for more.
The ambition of your new self reveals a new contract for being.
Signed, sealed and delivered
let your soul take flight through the management of distraction,
keep aware of those around you,
television, movies and radio, magazines and books,
never letting them act as the spiritual markdown that they so desire.
Realize fully that all those medium are filled with personnel whose only purpose includes the immediate sale, final, of all you truly are:

Be real.
Remain a child inside.
Ask questions,
find answers –
Live,
love,
BE!

SDM

My 31 (and then some)

With an insatiable appetite for life I am the lover that time has given a fantastic gift; A love, my love, the only one for me. For from the pit of my stomach I can hear the orchestra playing the finest symphony of a love filled with feelings of butterflies, fluttering freely and bees buzzing as I have been stung by you. On the edge of my seat awaiting the arrival of my lover these words I do humbly write, provided in a holding area, almost on a whim. Although, in this passion ceaseless I am warmed by the seamless precision of your mind, your body and soul, yet so few could understand, truly, that where your beauty of body stupefies it is in your soul that the image of love is truly magnificent. Whether sipping on Mojitos or watching the TV there is nothing in this tremendous gift that we share which is monotonous, for with you the every day is my every thing – We traverse space and time with the amazing awareness of an artistry that mastered the angels and truly inspired this plan divine. God, in all majesty revealed the powerfully luscious and vibrant in every kiss we share; from the beginning until the end, we shine with a glory that God intended.

As surely as Eve gave Adam an apple we have sampled the wisdom of experience learning to repel the many snakes that try to lead us astray. But this path, marked with petals of the rose and Angels winged glorious in flight although unknown to us in its entirety becomes more through our acceptance and awareness of it.

Warm and fuzzy inside, I can now understand the haze of the fluffy years that brought me right to you, my lover evermore!

SDM