Pools of Reflection

Tears well up in my eyes,
dropping to the floor collecting,
in a salty pool from which the reflection is muddled
as today,
the world is different,
not just seemingly,
but is,
truly different.
Tears,
streaming to the floor
reflecting pools now this war has begun,
debate is underway,
so now curious about the pools of blood and pools of oil that are sure to come
while Tomahawks chop and rhetoric sticks like a knife.
All rationale,
all we know points to the necessity to unseat Saddam,
the only question is timing and only history can let us know why now,
with the benefit of hindsight,
20/20,
but not in 60 minutes because the last 48 hours are showing
the Inside Edition of the Nightline
from Dateline Baghdad,
Shock and awe,
Reflecting pools pure as tears,
choking our environment with dinosaur bones tainted by blood;
Tears well up,
Tonight!

SDM

C TJ H

Champion of my soul,
Helping me to see,
All the worlds a stage,
Revealing all that’s me,
Mountains moved, Angels sing,
Inside this spirited soul,
Now and again my love,
Evolves and really grows,
Tomorrow is another day,
Just you wait and see,
Here with you, All I do,
Making movies in my mind,
Pretending no more,
In your true love I find,
Looking inside your soul,
Only you have the power,
Virtuous and wonderful,
Evermore no longer a dream,
But a reality!
Your love remarkable; Only for you is mine,
Under God’s great sky our love is so divine.

SDM

They...

They, whoever they are, say that time can heal all wounds, so I wonder if this gapping gash will be overcome. Our history shows us a past filled with mayhem and destruction, chaos by our design and from it we are supposed to learn. But do we? It is the result of this question that I am truly concerned, when will we engage history as a beacon, like the lighthouse at Alexandria, to guide us into the port of our future, by our design and choice. Histories record could be the gateway to a world we all desire, yet today seems to stand in our way. It could be so easy, to change our ways, allowing history to be our torch, blazing a path into a tomorrow we all have a vested interest in: But I fear our ignorance and temporary truth will be our greatest enemy. For without understanding we are lost in time.

SDM

L - O - V - E

L, the luscious living of love in every moment of every day.
O, the only open awareness of orgasmic proportions.
V, the very versatile virility of the magic of love.
E, the emotion of exceptionally extraordinary reach –
L – O – V – E,
Not just a word, nor a feeling but an awakening of inner desire for life to be more.
L – O – V – E,
Delivers more, ever more, through the realization of dreams,
The souls awareness of another who shares reality with you,
perfectly imperfect,
touched by you,
I am, only yours.

SDM

Voices

I hear the ghosts of passed generations screaming out through the current silence. Somehow their haunting pitch falling on mostly deaf ears, but not mine and not here.

We live in an age incredible. At out fingertips, whether through the endless volumes filling countless buildings throughout the world or merely the books in our homes we have the key to our own survival. For those of us that refuse to read we have a seemingly endless supply of television channels, some responsible for the stunting of humanities progress but other truly attempting to impart the wisdom of our age. As if this were not enough,, should we be fortunate enough (as even still computers are prohibitively expensive) our homes have a direct link to a system of networks that can at lightning speed give us almost any information. Not only that which we require but also that which we desire.

We live in an age of information, inundated by it at every turn. What we have relegated to common place is in fact one of the greatest achievements our species, but, our obtuse and oblivious innate nature almost willingly turns a blind eye.

The voices grow louder until I can no longer stand their screams. They fear that we are loosing trees for the forest and as such are missing the full splendour of individuality. All those that died at the beginning of time scream loudest as we learn more in one day than they in a lifetime.

They scream, asking why we ignore the answers to our own salvation believing that in our quest it is enough to focus our intellectual attention (if we focus at all) on just one thing: Specialists all (or most) without a specialty in the thing that really matters – A solution to the very real problems that face us, have faced us and will continue to face us until we collectively realize we’ve had the answers all along.

The information age, the age in which the whole (With minor yet important exceptions) of human knowledge has been given to its rightful owners, each of the approximate six billion people on this planet – Save that not every one of those constituents is yet to realize the very real empowerment that faces them.

The voices scream of the inherent danger in that constituencies apparent apathy. Slowly, the toold of empowerment that so rightly have been returned to the people who should be both the beneficiaries and benefactors are going to have the caliber of information, our information, attacked first and eventually ripped from our wanting fingers.

The voices can’t say for sure when or where but should we continue on this course the age of information will become the age that lets its true source of power pass it by. For you, reading this, no matter the time or place you can pull yourself up and out of any station of life that you are in by merely capturing, reading, speaking about, debating and truly understanding as much as you can bear.

Salvation, yours and ultimately that of the planet is at hand, right at your fingertips, the only question is; Will you grasp it?

SDM