And now for a word from our...

Saddam –
Dan Rather –
Thank you CBS,
I’m pleading for the truth
and you offer me a prelude to war
brought to me by General Motors..
Saddam come now,
oil, oil, oink, oink,
we all know,
use religion as an excuse,
a prelude to war.
Many years from now,
on a different couch, cigar in hand,
I’ll remember what life was like before the second war in Iraq –
This time the Coalition of one;
THE MIGHTY DOLLAR (GREENBACK, AMERICAN)
the bottom line –
How may will die? –
That day,
cigar in hand,
I guarantee I will know.
Two evils no lesser;
Results different yet same –
Gun to head Choose!
C'est la vie circa today!

SDM

Love's Lessons

Many years from today, with perhaps a son, a daughter, or several of both,
I’ll look back at these words hoping.
Hoping that your future is bright, filled with the same promise that mine is.
With your mother, Charmaine, by my side, we’ll explore what it was like for us growing up.
I must also apologize, for I destroyed much of what I wrote between 13 and 20.
I’m sorry, it was rash and foolish decision which I will not repeat.
On this page, I do want you to know –
You can be ANYTHING you want to be.
Embrace the fire inside of you.
Understand your passions and use them as fuel to guide and direct you on your path.
Call us ANYTIME,
wake us up in the middle of the night,
we will ALWAYS be here for you.
Sometimes you’ll resent us for it,
sometimes you may even think you hate us –
Believe me, you don’t!
Our love for you is forged in the love that we share which is absolutely special.
Go to SCHOOL –
make MISTAKES –
Later, you’ll call them EXPERIENCE.

Know this;
The future is YOURS
and we wish you all the joy, happiness and success you so richly deserve.
I love you
I love Char (Mom)
We love you so much,
Always.

SDM

Pyrrhic Victory

Politics –
One Pyrrhic victory after another –
who really wins?
We are a society which at its very core, in the innocence of a child in grade 3,
has more knowledge, experience and information than any civilization in our history.
In the past, our structures have lead to a centralized power,
blindly making decisions for those held in dominion.
Currently, we, by the benefit of men and women who died,
have the right to elect our leaders –
Democracy –
Those leaders, a centralized power,
form departments and committees to deal with those issues
that some structure decides are important:
Brute force of will and the collective,
absurd and devastating apathy continues to destroy the fabric of our lives –
Politicians,
what a waste, (for the most part)
the destruction of OUR civilization –
Lost in the halls of power made of marble, granite and limestone
while even in their constituencies people are dying of exposure,
starvation,
malnutrition and
ignorance...
Pyrrhic victory indeed,
at what expense? –
Surely Armageddon of Biblical proportions.

SDM

Love's Asylum

Will you?
Lets away from here, but only in our minds,
search within each other to find the answers that we seek;
a vacation of discovery every bit as relaxing and fun as sitting on the beach
soaking up the sun.
Will you?
Lets away from here, using our minds to free us from the confines of the daily grind –
What would we like to learn?
What would we like to find?
SALVATION –

Great news, our faith has already assured that.
SUCCESS –

By our definition its already found.
LOVE –

That blessing has already reached us and truly fortunate we are.
So away from here,
will you? –
Inside our minds seek asylum through discovery,
shared knowledge and experience –
Celebrate,
Fiesta,
for here we are!

SDM

Relative

Am I a fiend?
Am I a foe?
Am I a friend?
Am I a man?
Am I a writer?
A lover?
A confidant?
Am I smart?
Stupid?
Somewhere in-between?
Am I good?
Bad?
Happy?
Sad?
Am I here?
Now?
Where else would I be?
Need I be only one thing?
Why are we as a society obsessed with what we are?
Seeking to perfectly define that one characteristic or trait?
Why?
Even more –
How did this come to be?
What am I?
What are you?
What are we all?
Different?
Different! Different?
It’s funny how the meaning changes.
To me anyway –
and that’s kind of the point isn’t it?
Relativity –
Shared?

SDM

Thoughts from an Idealist

Democracy;
Capitalisms Hoax
Yet we preach,
extol the virtues of the systems as we’re not to proud to boast.
Achievements sure, many great and wide,
though the sinister truth is something altogether different
that only now is becoming difficult to hide:
Not Cheney, not Powel, Rumsfeld or Bush,
nor Clinton, or Reagan or Nixon could push,
for the very fabric of our daily lives is not decided by these white guys.

The White House,
a symbol of the seat of power
but in order for it to work the products we must devour,
consume, consume, consume,
come on my working friends –
Democracy depends on it,
until its very end –
game.

It’s a run, a fast break –
the winner is the one that’s first out of the gate:
America,
the beautiful and the home of the brave,
with a population silenced by their own ignorance,
consumers,
who don’t even vote –
But stand as an example –
Americans who gloat.

Tragic really that democracy is being brought to its close by the gluttony that is CAPITALISM.

Democracies big hoax.

SDM

Fear, Lies & Consumption

Afraid;
Of what fool?
Can’t you even see?
the game that’s being played,
a game from which none of us are free;
Democracy or Fascism,
communism or capitalism…

All SYSTEMS with purpose defined,
either comfort or fear,
the design never quite clear,
so much to understand,
never quite able:

Afraid of what? –

Do you even know?

The duct tape that you buy,
where do you think the money goes?
A dollar here and a dollar there its really all the same –
it all ends up in some pot –

Just like Monopoly,
but none of US get to pass go and collect two hundred dollars –
Do we?

So ask yourself,
where you live;
where you are;
what is your life about –
really…

Ask yourself if its in vain –
search for answers,
they can be found –
but the rules always change…

SDM

The game is

Like Holmes would say:
The game is a foot
but unlike Holmes my nemesis is not a man.
It is a way of thought
that has led to the gradual erosion of all that was good in this world –
This way of thought puts shoes ahead of shots,
as in needles,
coats in front of caring
and hearths instead of hearts.
Duped into theories delivered by Puppets of the Masters,
we educated masses allow out strings to be pulled –
Oh this nemesis is much more sinister,
as it operates cloaked in the open,
under the guise of democracy:
How is it Democracy if one man can wage war unopposed for up to 90 days?

How is it Democracy if we don’t get a say?

Elections,
sure we vote but Capitalisms voice is heard louder –
I believe this now,
I’ll believe it when I’m 94 –
Unless we’re empowered to cut the strings to change the direction –
This nemesis will grow –
The game is a foot!

SDM

Blackout II

Does the black out of a few days ago teach a valuable lesson to we the energy sluts?
One would hope,
but I fear the stark reality is that like most potential lessons learned in history,
this too will escape us.
So quickly we forget the lessons that seem elementary so quickly we look ahead,
seemingly to help us forget the past.

The Black Out, as it is ubiquitously now called revealed much, yet we see so little.

SDM

The Blackout

Darkness descended,
But instead of Gotham,
Toronto, New York, Chicago,
50 million people or more,
showed clearly,
the power of positive energy,
the typical frantic behavior,
of we,
THE ENERGY SLUTS,
Turned to a quiet hush,
Our fragmented communities,
Come together,
In a time of need,
The true human spirit,
One normally suppressed,
By neon lights and subways,
Revealed,
True grace,
This was the eastern seaboard,
On August 14, 2003,
Triumphant.

SDM

Capitalisms Orphans

Capitalism is like Darwin’s answer to economics.

Only the strong survive –
Usually by chewing off someone’s head,
only figuratively of course.

Please don’t misconstrue this statement as the ringing of the bell inviting World War III – Nor for that matter as the start of the trading day.
Yet, doesn’t anyone else feel there might be a better way –
Not mired or anchored in some ages old text book ideology.
I think partly people in the industrialized world have adopted capitalism as a de facto part of life –
Which I can assure you is much easier to do while sitting in a subway car coming home from work where we can open our fridge and find abundance –
Run our taps and find abundance, turn on the lights, the heat, the air conditioning and find,
You guessed it –
Abundance!

Did you ever stop to think that perhaps the reason those outside our comfy confines are resistant too or in fact outright despise us and our capitalist ways is because they are treated like capitalisms orphans –
Fully able to see our excesses while they are left off the subway,
have no job, no fridge, no water, no education, no food and no clothing.

Perhaps, if the values that we preach of equality of life and an adequate standard of living were actually practices world wide there would not be such a violent and oppressive resistance to our ways of excess.

Until then I can only imagine and consider capitalism many orphans.

SDM

The March...

Do you hear the drum beating loudly on the screen of our TV’s?
Just as they have before, well, sort of, and as they surely will again.
The pervasive beat of one mans cadence, in a two man stand off.
To be sure, more is at stake than just the lives of Bush and Saddam,
they are not facing off in a boxing ring, no matter how much we’d prefer it.

Stand up and be counted, though both sides will discount it –
This beat getting stronger needs the healing power of peace
before this becomes something longer.
Can you hear the beat as sure as that of your heart?
Place your hand there, feel it, I assure you, an Iraqi’s beats the same,
he bleeds too, blood, not oil,
though sometimes our leaders make it seem that way.
Behind the scorching rhetoric of this economic war machine –
How many will die?
How many will die?

The beat goes on, as the expression states,
I can hear it, feel it at the very core of my being,
my retinas permanently damaged by the rape of the planet,
of each and every one of us by mad men –
Smoke billowing into the sky like skid marks, devastating,
carried away to return as God’s tears,
what goes up must and will come down.
Where do we go from here?
Where does this beat take us,
Where will we all be?
Will we again see the night sky lit up? –
Stars drowned out by mans fire flies,
trying to take down the screaming eagles, an ominous sight –
Day at night –
Who really wins?
Who has nothing to lose?
How do you know what to believe when greed so often dictates,
unopposed,
what truth is?

How many times,
how many must we plot this course?
How long before we realize the road less traveled while difficult
has a lot less dead bodies strewn across it.
That road,
a path to peace through dialogue.

SDM

CNN (State Department)

I’m scared that if I go for coffee I might miss that gong,
by implication Dan Rather saying that the prospect for peace is dim,
war is on the horizon,
brought to us by Larry King, Live,
just like this war,
live,
as assuredly the ammunition will be –
How many will die?
Iraqi?
American –
Men, plural,
women, plural,
children, plural?
One thing for certain –
ALL DEAD
and for who –
Saddam,
Damn is right for what,
oil and economies of scale.
Sport Utilities, trickle down economics and television,
ah, Ding, Ding, Ding,
N, B, C –
Home of the NBA,
Olympics and
Saturday night!

SDM

Babylon Falling

Babylon will fall,
History does not betray this fact,
Fallen once, so it will again,
Not the curse of history or time,
But of our disobedience
Flagrant towards God,
Our own design –
Free will –
The nations of the world and all their constituents will feel the earthquake when it falls again. The effects of which will be felt at the four corners of the earth.
We all, falling victim,
to our own greed,
pride,
envy
and lust,
it seems so easy to reverse our pattern,
yet we don’t.
Modern Babylon,
like histories,
will fall –
DRAMATICALLY!

SDM

Future Concession

I find it troubling that as I write these words
I am curious as to how I might receive them many years from now –
Am I just an ideological kid dreaming of the way the world should be
rather than living the way it is –
This thought worries me;
systems like mind sets come and go –
Is it time for the 2nd fall of Rome;
I am not some nay sayer
nor am I particularly a hawk,
I do not long for war,
nor am I so foolish as to think that in the way this world currently is
sometimes military force is justified,
but in this case,
at this time,
why kill hundreds,
thousands,
tens of thousands or Iraqi’s and Americans
when all the world really needs from Iraq is Saddam's head
and I’m sure most Iraqi’s would be happy to give it;
so Why not give diplomacy a chance
without a gun to innocent Iraqi’s heads
yet a fully loaded one on Saddam's?

SDM

Innocence Revealed

I saw wisdom unadulterated today,
in the eyes of a child who couldn’t speak words to me but made me feel volumes,
as many as Churchill wrote and then some.
The child looked right at me,
for a minute or longer and seemed to understand what I was thinking
and with a reaching hand,
smile and eyes wide open told me that everything would be okay.
Better than okay as long as I stayed the course,
learning,
growing,
becoming, being.

So much warmth in that child’s eyes –
so much to say –
Yet very few ways to convey it,
except that the eyes are the window to the soul
and this child’s soul was wisdom –
Pure innocence!

SDM

Words

Sometimes and without warning I’ll look to my left or my right and without provocation you just might hear me say; “Hey can you give me a word or two?”
Most of the time the unwitting wordsmith will without hesitation and give me a few and somehow my pen begins to weave its way across the page utilizing the words that I’ve been given.
Some people when I turn to them seem to be hearing my words but act as if they are some foreign language, like they don’t understand, so, without the benefit of their words I turn to the next supporter, enabler if you will, for these words which tell a tale.
Words, in any language, are a very powerful tool, they can motivate, debilitate, frustrate, initiate and move.
They can cause very quickly, or at the very least inspire; Love, Anger, Fear or UNDERSTANDING.
That’s why, in a darkened room, or on a sunny street I may turn to you, out of nowhere and ask;
“Hey could you give me a word or two?”

SDM

On the run...

Of all the crimes that we’ve committed
it is difficult to intellectually differentiate one from the other in terms of severity.
For all the crimes we’ve committed are in point of fact
conspiratorial and built upon a previous crime.
The atrocities that we commit in the name of innovation,
the willful blindness, incredible apathy or just down right ignorance
are charting a path into the human condition…
As sure as blood flows, as sure as death and taxes,
as surely will be our ultimate undoing,
we see the world in Black and White…
Good and Evil…
Us and Them…
You or Me,
with little or no room for both!
We have with the passage of millennia moved further away from truth and closer to pain… Despite obvious and simple actions that we could take we instead,
every time
choose the easy way out.

He stepped on my shoe, so the natural conclusion…
I need to shoot him…
He/She controls that thick black luscious liquid that I need so…
I’ll just invent truth (relative) and start a war that I know with little uncertainty I will win… Oil for me.
We extol to our children the necessity to embrace their innocence
to know what is right and wrong, good and bad…
But then we expose them to institutions extolling the EXACT,
EXACT OPPOSITE
of what we’ve spent years teaching them.
Lost or loosing?
I wonder…

Naturally we’re on the course we’re on…
Our actions speak volumes louder than our words
and until that incongruity is resolved we will know the human condition
the way we have made it…
Always on the run…

FROM OURSELVES!

SDM

My Inner Battle

Censoring myself, for reasons yet to be known,
contemplating far off worlds as I write in this book like its my microphone.
In another dimension my thought goes through an ascension brought on by the most high – Discovering enlightenment with only a moments notice –
Oh no there’s no pen around,
so my microphone goes dead,
as the sound of silence rings louder than the speed of thought –
Wondering, waiting, wandering through the everyday
probing for the meaning that we all crave, finding it inside the human soul
as long as you are in touch –
with it, with you –
Are you I wonder in touch – Do you ponder realities of far off places while you see the faces of the fellow shipping you out.
So now back to the question at hand –
my feet now squarely on dry land
I’ve come full circle to examine my own catch 22 –
Should I, could I, would I deny the words that I right – Oops write, right!
And the unfortunate answer is
yes, or is it
no,
perhaps this page,
these books a different reality will show –
But for now, back to this dimension and did I mention,
alternatively the power we all have inside to direct,
to love, to motivate –
Wouldn’t it be great
if we could finally demonstrate
something other than hate before they penetrate;
Oh yes – They –
We all know who they are,
or do we?
Us!
Trying time,
minds frying,
Stand up!

SDM

Lift, Light & Inhale

Lift, light, inhale,
Lift, pop, swallow,
Open, lift, sip,
They are all the same and yet,
So different;

Marijuana – The beautiful stench of the sweet herbs,
Smoke filling my lungs,
With God’s relaxation;
Lifted to another plain,
Eyes open and tranquil.

Zoloft, Xanax and Prozac,
Others drug of choice.
Sitting in their glass houses,
Uppers, downers, red, blue and greed –
They never let you down do they?

Liquor – Ah liquor,
Three fingers and that’s all, okay maybe three more,
Perhaps just another –

We all have our reasons
We all have our escapes
We all live our lives.

Choose More!

SDM