Once Someone Said

Someone once said,
It is easier to destroy than to create;

I disagree fervently!

Someone once told me to consume;
Creature comforts would make me feel good…

They lied!

Someone once called me a friend;
If that is friendship…

I would rather embrace an enemy!

Someone once said to me;
I could trust them…

History has proven otherwise!

Longing to engage my genius,
Not an ego statement…

I ponder the meaning of inner peace, as I am ripped;
Into too many pieces to count!

SDM

The Curtains

The Curtains

Brown,
They reflect back the suns rays,
As I seek comfort,
And protection,
From the veil that they mask,
As inside,
I shake,
Without the benefit of rattle and roll,
Shaken to the core,
Brown,
As tones and hue,
Reveal to me,
That all I need do,
Is breath?
Relax,
And grasp the comfort,
Of the veil.

SDM

Babylon Concerns Me Thus

Babylon concerns me thus;
Our hearts and minds littered with deceit,
The little lies we’ve told,
Ostensibly for our own protection,
Yet are we truly protected,
Or merely cogs in a very big wheel,
Allowing deceit and corruption,
To mount an unrelenting attack,
On the very core of our social fabric,
This marked decay worsens by the day,
Yet we are blinded by our own choices,
Seemingly irrelevant,
But are they?

Historically,
Our understanding of Babylon,
Is tainted,
As we are,
By our own design,
Either unwilling or unable,
To see through our modern creature comforts,
To realize consciously or otherwise,
Just how close we are,
Living each day,
Not just with the sins of our fathers,
But also our own.

As consumers,
Buying the little,
Seemingly innocuous lies we’re told,
About pimple creams and cars,
Ice cream and clothes,
Soft drinks and even the news,
Hook, line and sinker,
While men in suits,
Predominantly men make no mistake about that,
Sit aloft our bought and paid for ivory towers.

Babylon concerns me thus,
That behind well crafted and delivered media campaigns,
Our ignorance is preyed upon,
And the reward for our continued silence is the tenuous balance we call,
COMFORTS.

Babylon can not exist unchecked – History can and will repeat itself; Dramatically!

SDM

Understanding Freedom

This morning I awoke to the moderately annoying buzz of my digital alarm clock, I can’t even tell you who makes it, but that’s okay, those that made it couldn’t tell me from a hole in the wall either. But that’s neither here nor there. So, after hitting the snooze a couple of times I sleepily crawled from my bed to make a delicious cup of coffee for me and my baby, to be honest she started it, I just poured the boiling water. As she got ready for work I added the cream and sugar to our travel mugs and came back to our room. After a few moments and a couple of sips I went to the car, started it, allowing it to warm up so that when she emerged the cool chill of the early spring morning would not reach her bones. So I drove her to work and returned home, turned on the TV and enjoyed more coffee. This sounds like a million peoples day, normal by collective agreement.

But why?

Freedom: The choice to decide the course of my own actions. The ability and right to choose and what is the price of my freedom and ostensibly yours as well – Nothing! My freedom and yours comes at what price, the purchase of an alarm clock, coffee or a car – No we, from the comfort of our homes are writing cheques from accounts that were put in our trust. Our freedom shows completely that we are trust fund babies with silver spoons in our mouths. That’s right, trust fund babies with no regard for the actual price of things – especially freedom.

In North America and indeed all places where the liberty bell of freedom rings we enjoy benefits we ourselves didn’t earn. Perhaps our parents or grandparents, cut from a different cloth, truly earned their freedom and it did have a price – A large one.

World War II blatantly exposed the horrible possibilities of power unchecked and unopposed. It opened the eyes of generations to the brutal inhuman potential of angry evil men. Yet in spite of this my freedom and yours too was won on battlefields where blood was like a tsunami and bodies were stacked hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, anonymously to rid the world of sheer terror. Oh, my freedom certainly came at a price, but not mine, or yours, save the loss of loved ones that we never knew.

So as you enjoy the full and wonderful benefits of freedom take account of your actions to ensure that those that gave their lives so we could have ours – paid the ultimate price – did not, did not write a cheque that will bounce because of our attitudinal laxity toward freedom.

SDM