You have become the destroyer of worlds,
or was it always that way;
Quitter,
Bull shitter,
Liar,
Thief,
Broken;
All flowers you touch wilt,
your children,
of your design,
you have shamed them,
beaten them,
emotionally strangled them,
you have used one against the other,
you have violated their most intimate relationships,
and yet you demand their love,
you expect their respect,
you want the worlds esteem;
WELL NO MORE!
I see you for what you are,
what you reveal,
and what you hide deep within the bowels of your own soul, even from those closest to you
I see what you pretend to be,
I see what you've become,
but more importantly what you always appear to have been.
WHEN DID IT HAPPEN?
Do you even know?
Do you remember the moment,
that you sold your soul,
like Midas,
save that your touch is not golden,
more like an acid,
corrosive,
eating away at all you touch,
especially those closest to you who had no choice;
WELL NO MORE.
I can no longer stand on the sideline,
as you use me,
abuse me,
play me against those I love most,
play me for a fool,
no more I say.
For you were supposed to be the one to nurture,
protect,
raise me to the light,
and as I look back I see only the darkness,
an abyss from which I have always tried to escape,
a mental purgatory,
that you created,
manipulated,
string puller,
but I must live with it,
until now (though the scars that no one sees haunt my every day);
NO MORE!
Do you hear me?
Finished...
As to be a man,
there are things that we must do,
responsibilities that we must bear,
well those of us that are still clinging to our soul,
but not you,
I fear that you gave that up long ago.
Depressed,
I bet,
and for good reason,
and now I expect you to live with it,
for all those you've hurt,
for all those you continue to haunt,
with promises of everything,
illusions of more,
and delivery of nothing,
and nothingness,
A long life I hope.
be depressed,
live long with it,
struggle on,
because despite all you have done,
or not done,
as the case may be,
I stand witness,
as do all my siblings,
each with our own faults, but not like yours,
to the triumph of Good over Evil.
Fu Qin indeed! 父亲
SDM
Thursday, August 2, 2007
A Whore for an Uncle
Uncle Sam wants you! Believe that is true. From his lofty position of relatively unopposed stately greatness Uncle Sam wants you – Absolutely –
He wants your hearts and minds so that he can effect regime change for the will of his nations is a power unimaginable. He wants your sons and daughters to raise up in his arms so he can teach them how to kill in the name of peace to once again make the world safe for democracy. He wants you to drive your SUV to work taking the long way home. He wants you to live like normal with out truly knowing what normal is. He wants you to write a check or pay in cash your taxes so that your sons and daughters can have a potentially lethal one way ticket to a desert graveyard half a world away – So that he can send through the air like an eagle stalking its prey, B – 52’s, F – 16’s and A – 10’s while his mechanized tigers draw ever nearer to a foreign capital.
He wants you to walk proudly with your head held high, he wants you to watch CNN while your sons and daughters ride highway nine towards an intelligence reported red line. A red line indeed, red like blood, soon to flow most assuredly as do the Tigris and the Euphrates. But in his zealousness he’ll be hasty in sanitizing the message even more, no matter what station you turn to he’ll ensure that from under his thumb you won’t see your sons and daughters slaughtered, but you’ll see Iraq’s sons and daughters. You’d think Uncle Sam got the point when Uncle Ho and company experientially showed him and his generals the power of people fighting for their own homeland rather than foreign policy and national interest.
No matter the talking head or the slight difference in the message Uncle Sam wants to make sure its his message complete with new video and damage assessments. At home, Uncle Sam’s wants you to support the troops. He wants you to allow the erosion of tradition even in the 7th inning stretch so that the enemy feels the might of his will, with God bless America each and every night.
He wants you to buy duct tape, plastic sheeting, gas masks, chemical suits and terror alerts because Uncle Sam knows the repose to his war will be felt close to home and it already has – Sons and daughters dying while Snickers we consume; While we should be paying attention to the snickers of the globe – But don’t.
Uncle Sam wants you to buy, then buy some more, consumers all missing the score: Good guys 1, bad guys 1 – Its all the same in this age old game.
Uncle Sam’s your friend, he’ll shelter you, don’t worry my friends, he knows what to do – Doesn’t he? So Uncle Same should know September 11th was just for show. To let the world know that the ivory tower you used to sit, no matter how large your arsenal can always be hit and will.
He wants us to consume, to buy and sell, he wants our sons and daughters to pay the price, he wants us to believe he’s nice, but come now, this seems so much, lets call a spade a spade – Uncle Sam is a greedy bastard and more like the drunk uncle bob we all know and have except he’s drunk on consumption and power while your sons and daughters die by the hour.
Uncle Sam, you greedy self serving prick and our collective conscience is so very sick and we’re tired of the lies, personally I’m not buying anymore, so away from me: Uncle Whore!
SDM
He wants your hearts and minds so that he can effect regime change for the will of his nations is a power unimaginable. He wants your sons and daughters to raise up in his arms so he can teach them how to kill in the name of peace to once again make the world safe for democracy. He wants you to drive your SUV to work taking the long way home. He wants you to live like normal with out truly knowing what normal is. He wants you to write a check or pay in cash your taxes so that your sons and daughters can have a potentially lethal one way ticket to a desert graveyard half a world away – So that he can send through the air like an eagle stalking its prey, B – 52’s, F – 16’s and A – 10’s while his mechanized tigers draw ever nearer to a foreign capital.
He wants you to walk proudly with your head held high, he wants you to watch CNN while your sons and daughters ride highway nine towards an intelligence reported red line. A red line indeed, red like blood, soon to flow most assuredly as do the Tigris and the Euphrates. But in his zealousness he’ll be hasty in sanitizing the message even more, no matter what station you turn to he’ll ensure that from under his thumb you won’t see your sons and daughters slaughtered, but you’ll see Iraq’s sons and daughters. You’d think Uncle Sam got the point when Uncle Ho and company experientially showed him and his generals the power of people fighting for their own homeland rather than foreign policy and national interest.
No matter the talking head or the slight difference in the message Uncle Sam wants to make sure its his message complete with new video and damage assessments. At home, Uncle Sam’s wants you to support the troops. He wants you to allow the erosion of tradition even in the 7th inning stretch so that the enemy feels the might of his will, with God bless America each and every night.
He wants you to buy duct tape, plastic sheeting, gas masks, chemical suits and terror alerts because Uncle Sam knows the repose to his war will be felt close to home and it already has – Sons and daughters dying while Snickers we consume; While we should be paying attention to the snickers of the globe – But don’t.
Uncle Sam wants you to buy, then buy some more, consumers all missing the score: Good guys 1, bad guys 1 – Its all the same in this age old game.
Uncle Sam’s your friend, he’ll shelter you, don’t worry my friends, he knows what to do – Doesn’t he? So Uncle Same should know September 11th was just for show. To let the world know that the ivory tower you used to sit, no matter how large your arsenal can always be hit and will.
He wants us to consume, to buy and sell, he wants our sons and daughters to pay the price, he wants us to believe he’s nice, but come now, this seems so much, lets call a spade a spade – Uncle Sam is a greedy bastard and more like the drunk uncle bob we all know and have except he’s drunk on consumption and power while your sons and daughters die by the hour.
Uncle Sam, you greedy self serving prick and our collective conscience is so very sick and we’re tired of the lies, personally I’m not buying anymore, so away from me: Uncle Whore!
SDM
Patiently 31
Patiently,
Teaching love,
Requires a tender heart,
Thank God for you,
With a spirit shinning,
I am finding,
The message in your embrace,
Tenderly,
Holding onto faith,
Sharing belief,
Together,
Following a path,
Like footprints in the sand,
A new found respect,
For the divine plan,
I love you,
For being the woman you are,
Carefully pointing the way,
To inner salvation,
Leading to outer shared joy,
Thank you,
For all that you are,
Patiently learning me,
Life.
SDM
Teaching love,
Requires a tender heart,
Thank God for you,
With a spirit shinning,
I am finding,
The message in your embrace,
Tenderly,
Holding onto faith,
Sharing belief,
Together,
Following a path,
Like footprints in the sand,
A new found respect,
For the divine plan,
I love you,
For being the woman you are,
Carefully pointing the way,
To inner salvation,
Leading to outer shared joy,
Thank you,
For all that you are,
Patiently learning me,
Life.
SDM
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Curious
Curious –
As I usually am –
At this moment I wonder –
Who in their right mind could be pro – war?
Pro – War?
What exactly does that mean?
Pro – death?
Pro bombs, missiles, bullets and what?
Pro – blood shed, pro – tank;
Pro the usurpation of the rights of humanity?
Of course I can understand the sentiment to support our troops
or the will of the American President.
But Pro – War?
What kind of a fool would say that they are pro – war?
Unless of course its Lockheed Martin, Boeing, Dupont, Dynamics (General) or more –
surely the weight of dollars in their pockets contribute to their rallying cry for war –
Pro – war though?
I am for the removal of Saddam or any other tyrant,
pro – freedom,
pro – choice,
pro – rights,
pro – democracy and pro a better tomorrow,
But I will never be,
pro – war –
Will you?
SDM
As I usually am –
At this moment I wonder –
Who in their right mind could be pro – war?
Pro – War?
What exactly does that mean?
Pro – death?
Pro bombs, missiles, bullets and what?
Pro – blood shed, pro – tank;
Pro the usurpation of the rights of humanity?
Of course I can understand the sentiment to support our troops
or the will of the American President.
But Pro – War?
What kind of a fool would say that they are pro – war?
Unless of course its Lockheed Martin, Boeing, Dupont, Dynamics (General) or more –
surely the weight of dollars in their pockets contribute to their rallying cry for war –
Pro – war though?
I am for the removal of Saddam or any other tyrant,
pro – freedom,
pro – choice,
pro – rights,
pro – democracy and pro a better tomorrow,
But I will never be,
pro – war –
Will you?
SDM
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Red
My words on this page, the expression of thoughts floating through my mind like the Coalition of the Willings precision guided weapons;
Every bit as powerful as the intended shock and awe as an intellectual assault is about to make you uncomfortable.
I’m sorry,
Except that I’m not, as to my belief, these thoughts are at least part of what the world needs now.
Heavy, the burden on my soul, to feel the plight of an entire region that has not known peace since the beginning of what we call time.
Even without the interference and resolve of the likes of Bush and Blair the fuse on this powder keg was lit long ago.
I sit, awaiting the awful truth, that this is but the next falling point on a very slippery slope. Slippery from the crimson stain of blood that for millennia has run in the streets like rain.
Collecting in the sewers on the streets that I live.
It is visible to the naked eye that the sand is blood soaked and will soon boil over to the surface. That surface being another plateau which behind our own benign neglect we still will fail to correct the long standing iniquity of humanity. The result of which will surely be a fuse that is that much shorter.
Perhaps, and I pray first, and hope second, that years from now these will look like words that rang a bell that needn’t ring, But I fear, deep down, that reality, our reality, shared collectively will show that the next fall on the slippery slope will stain us all;
Red!
SDM
Every bit as powerful as the intended shock and awe as an intellectual assault is about to make you uncomfortable.
I’m sorry,
Except that I’m not, as to my belief, these thoughts are at least part of what the world needs now.
Heavy, the burden on my soul, to feel the plight of an entire region that has not known peace since the beginning of what we call time.
Even without the interference and resolve of the likes of Bush and Blair the fuse on this powder keg was lit long ago.
I sit, awaiting the awful truth, that this is but the next falling point on a very slippery slope. Slippery from the crimson stain of blood that for millennia has run in the streets like rain.
Collecting in the sewers on the streets that I live.
It is visible to the naked eye that the sand is blood soaked and will soon boil over to the surface. That surface being another plateau which behind our own benign neglect we still will fail to correct the long standing iniquity of humanity. The result of which will surely be a fuse that is that much shorter.
Perhaps, and I pray first, and hope second, that years from now these will look like words that rang a bell that needn’t ring, But I fear, deep down, that reality, our reality, shared collectively will show that the next fall on the slippery slope will stain us all;
Red!
SDM
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Speed of Light
Like Einstein I imagine myself shooting through the universe at the speed of light.
Searching for some meaning to this life.
As I approach earth I can feel its pain, knowing that it is bleeding oil, which is leading us to death.
Back on earth at a much more understandable speed I can hear the planet choking one rev at a time.
We design machines with fail safes and shut down at the red line yet somehow can’t seem to see the red line when it comes to our thirst for oil.
Technology advances rendering ever more efficient machines that once were just the things of dreams or science fiction.
One small step for man who still seems to fall on his face which is why we’re searching deep in space.
For as all the dinosaur bones dry up and the sky becomes dark as night, we’re killing ourselves slowly despite our greatest might.
We have the wonder of our brain and yet the more things change, the more WE stay the same, so I’d like to return to the speed of light because out there in the darkness of space...
SDM
Searching for some meaning to this life.
As I approach earth I can feel its pain, knowing that it is bleeding oil, which is leading us to death.
Back on earth at a much more understandable speed I can hear the planet choking one rev at a time.
We design machines with fail safes and shut down at the red line yet somehow can’t seem to see the red line when it comes to our thirst for oil.
Technology advances rendering ever more efficient machines that once were just the things of dreams or science fiction.
One small step for man who still seems to fall on his face which is why we’re searching deep in space.
For as all the dinosaur bones dry up and the sky becomes dark as night, we’re killing ourselves slowly despite our greatest might.
We have the wonder of our brain and yet the more things change, the more WE stay the same, so I’d like to return to the speed of light because out there in the darkness of space...
SDM
Monday, July 23, 2007
If you want it...
Through relativity we understand all things.
But, certain things we still have little or no possible conception of.
For example, the earth is absolutely huge yet in the scope of the universe, it, like us is a speck of sand on a massive beach. We are free to roam this earth and now so too do we roam through space, trying to understand just how big this beach is.
Think of the universe as a city, a really big city. In that context think of the planet earth as one little block, an expansive block of six billion interrelated yet practically unknown neighbors. Wouldn’t it be nice if somehow, someway, each of us specks of sand on our block in our cosmic beach could somehow understand the message of history learning the pressing lessons before the deadline called extinction hits us with a tone of finality?
It seems clear that in this age of half truths and fear mongering that there is an absolute assault on the collective morale of our species. As the corporate chieftains of the industrialized world are detailing the newest car or shoe or television or Big Mac they are willingly transforming through corruption and greed the course that this planet will take. Yet perhaps in the exposure of the hidden lies that dramatically affect each of our connected lives we can seek and discover new systems. From the promise of a new day and the safety of our desire to improve the human condition perhaps we can tear down our past failures creating a new enclosure which promises to deliver on age old hopes. Clearly, while we are dangling on a very thin thread it might, might be possible through graphic truth to undo the collective littering on our block.
With this in mind and in your heart, in this movement to a better world I hope that I may recruit you to change the course that we are taking by opening, completely and fully access to truth rather than the lay away installments that our current system allows.
By common agreement we can change the world. By common agreement we can right the future by paying close attention to the many lies of history. Our tactic; freedom of conscience, all you have to do is as Lennon and Ono suggested;
War is Over
(If you want it)
Lets give this world a chance.
SDM
But, certain things we still have little or no possible conception of.
For example, the earth is absolutely huge yet in the scope of the universe, it, like us is a speck of sand on a massive beach. We are free to roam this earth and now so too do we roam through space, trying to understand just how big this beach is.
Think of the universe as a city, a really big city. In that context think of the planet earth as one little block, an expansive block of six billion interrelated yet practically unknown neighbors. Wouldn’t it be nice if somehow, someway, each of us specks of sand on our block in our cosmic beach could somehow understand the message of history learning the pressing lessons before the deadline called extinction hits us with a tone of finality?
It seems clear that in this age of half truths and fear mongering that there is an absolute assault on the collective morale of our species. As the corporate chieftains of the industrialized world are detailing the newest car or shoe or television or Big Mac they are willingly transforming through corruption and greed the course that this planet will take. Yet perhaps in the exposure of the hidden lies that dramatically affect each of our connected lives we can seek and discover new systems. From the promise of a new day and the safety of our desire to improve the human condition perhaps we can tear down our past failures creating a new enclosure which promises to deliver on age old hopes. Clearly, while we are dangling on a very thin thread it might, might be possible through graphic truth to undo the collective littering on our block.
With this in mind and in your heart, in this movement to a better world I hope that I may recruit you to change the course that we are taking by opening, completely and fully access to truth rather than the lay away installments that our current system allows.
By common agreement we can change the world. By common agreement we can right the future by paying close attention to the many lies of history. Our tactic; freedom of conscience, all you have to do is as Lennon and Ono suggested;
War is Over
(If you want it)
Lets give this world a chance.
SDM
Friday, July 20, 2007
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
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
Thursday, July 19, 2007
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
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
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
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
SDM
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
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
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
Monday, July 16, 2007
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
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
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Darfur - Please read
Hope you can find time to read this and help our (lifenets) campaign.
Over 450,000 have been killed in Darfur. 2.5 million are crammed into refugee camps with little access to medical care, clean drinking water, and security.
Oxfam International discontinued its humanitarian operation after a staff worker was raped. The government of Sudan is attacking aid groups in order to target the refugee population.
For four years, the Sudanese government has pretended to negotiate on a peacekeeping force, only to cancel arrangements at the last minute. Negotiation cannot end genocide -- The United States should immediately implement a No-Fly Zone to protect civilians.
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"If every member of the House and Senate had received 100 letters from people back home saying we have to do something about Rwanda, when the crisis was first developing, then I think the response would have been different."
-Senator Paul Simon [About Rwanda]
TODAY ANOTHER CRISIS EXISTS. THE GENOCIDE IN DARFUR.
MAKE A DIFFERENCE BY WRITING TO THE HOUSE OF SENATE SO THAT THEY ARE MORE INFORMED TO TAKE ACTION.
IT'S SIMPLE AND ONLY TAKES A FEW MINUTES.
JOIN THE 100 VOICES CAMPAIGN.
THE GOAL IS TO COLLECT100 PERSONALIZED LETTERS ON DARFUR TO SEND TO EACH U.S SENATOR.
HELP REACH THIS GOAL; FOR THE PEOPLE OF DARFUR.
THEY NEED YOUR HELP.
http://www.lifenets.net/dev/?q=node/15&refid=43
COPY AND PASTE ALL OF THE ABOVE LINK TO MAKE YOUR VOICE HEARD
SDM
Over 450,000 have been killed in Darfur. 2.5 million are crammed into refugee camps with little access to medical care, clean drinking water, and security.
Oxfam International discontinued its humanitarian operation after a staff worker was raped. The government of Sudan is attacking aid groups in order to target the refugee population.
For four years, the Sudanese government has pretended to negotiate on a peacekeeping force, only to cancel arrangements at the last minute. Negotiation cannot end genocide -- The United States should immediately implement a No-Fly Zone to protect civilians.
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"If every member of the House and Senate had received 100 letters from people back home saying we have to do something about Rwanda, when the crisis was first developing, then I think the response would have been different."
-Senator Paul Simon [About Rwanda]
TODAY ANOTHER CRISIS EXISTS. THE GENOCIDE IN DARFUR.
MAKE A DIFFERENCE BY WRITING TO THE HOUSE OF SENATE SO THAT THEY ARE MORE INFORMED TO TAKE ACTION.
IT'S SIMPLE AND ONLY TAKES A FEW MINUTES.
JOIN THE 100 VOICES CAMPAIGN.
THE GOAL IS TO COLLECT100 PERSONALIZED LETTERS ON DARFUR TO SEND TO EACH U.S SENATOR.
HELP REACH THIS GOAL; FOR THE PEOPLE OF DARFUR.
THEY NEED YOUR HELP.
http://www.lifenets.net/dev/?q=node/15&refid=43
COPY AND PASTE ALL OF THE ABOVE LINK TO MAKE YOUR VOICE HEARD
SDM
Life in a Breath
Like the Man of La Mancha I had what I thought to be an impossible dream –
One that was so incredible as to delight the soul. I dreamt of a world in which all there was is love, of an emotion so life affirming so as to give new meaning to life itself. I dreamt of any eye that would meet with mine, without blinking so that two souls could touch. I dreamt of a warm heart, so warm as to dull the warmth of the sun. I dreamt of lips that when pursed caught my full attention… My dream – Impossible – was for a love that was the very breathe of life, impossible, until you, my love, eternal.
SDM
One that was so incredible as to delight the soul. I dreamt of a world in which all there was is love, of an emotion so life affirming so as to give new meaning to life itself. I dreamt of any eye that would meet with mine, without blinking so that two souls could touch. I dreamt of a warm heart, so warm as to dull the warmth of the sun. I dreamt of lips that when pursed caught my full attention… My dream – Impossible – was for a love that was the very breathe of life, impossible, until you, my love, eternal.
SDM
Friday, July 13, 2007
Response to email rec'd
You see... this is exactly what I am talking about. When you say; "I do believe that god is with all people but closest to the Muslim people." This for me is the embodiment of one who is not willing to step beyond artificial grounds. Grounds set forth under artificial terms.
I think that you misunderstood, my father married a Muslim although he himself is not. But I believe that that union is actually the result of two people who can reach beyond artificial and man (or woman) made restrictions and beliefs. Mohommad, Abraham, Isaac & Ishmael were all men were they not?
I wonder if when you meet your God and I meet mine if he, she or it will prefer you to me? According to your faith (which you've converted to) it is so! Is this not the same as George Bush saying (although I'm paraphrasing here) that his God told him to go to war with Iraq and that it was right? I know that the illustration may not be immediately clear. Let me please refer you to the following; http://sdmupwords.blogspot.com/2007/07/pope-and-slippery-slope.html
This is something I wrote just the other day.
I am willing to accept that Mohammad was a Prophet, yet I take umbrage with the statement that he is to be the last.
As you will see from what I wrote. I am a prophet, as potentially are you. So does this mean that Mohammad was wrong or merely overstated? And what ramifications are there from that statement? War, strife, discontent? etc?
Before attacking what I'm saying examine yourself deep within your soul. The God of Judaism, Christianity and Islam is the same God and yet each religion says that their God will prefer one over the other. If that is the case then I am not sure that I want to believe in that God. Do you follow what I am saying here?
My God which by no means is better or worse than any other God accepts all people equally. Treats all people equally. Will receive all people equally that accept that they are but one in a much wider scheme.
SD Mac
I think that you misunderstood, my father married a Muslim although he himself is not. But I believe that that union is actually the result of two people who can reach beyond artificial and man (or woman) made restrictions and beliefs. Mohommad, Abraham, Isaac & Ishmael were all men were they not?
I wonder if when you meet your God and I meet mine if he, she or it will prefer you to me? According to your faith (which you've converted to) it is so! Is this not the same as George Bush saying (although I'm paraphrasing here) that his God told him to go to war with Iraq and that it was right? I know that the illustration may not be immediately clear. Let me please refer you to the following; http://sdmupwords.blogspot.com/2007/07/pope-and-slippery-slope.html
This is something I wrote just the other day.
I am willing to accept that Mohammad was a Prophet, yet I take umbrage with the statement that he is to be the last.
As you will see from what I wrote. I am a prophet, as potentially are you. So does this mean that Mohammad was wrong or merely overstated? And what ramifications are there from that statement? War, strife, discontent? etc?
Before attacking what I'm saying examine yourself deep within your soul. The God of Judaism, Christianity and Islam is the same God and yet each religion says that their God will prefer one over the other. If that is the case then I am not sure that I want to believe in that God. Do you follow what I am saying here?
My God which by no means is better or worse than any other God accepts all people equally. Treats all people equally. Will receive all people equally that accept that they are but one in a much wider scheme.
SD Mac
Response to a friend request from American Muslim on MySpace
As-Salamu Alaykum, Shalom Aleichem, Peace Unto You,
I am not a religious man. I was however raised in the spirit of tolerance. I was raised both Catholic and Jewish and my father then married a Muslim after my parents divorce.
I believe that religion has been used as a pretext for much of that which is wrong in the world. I strongly believe that each of the monotheists state that their God is right and all others is wrong. This is a belief which will ultimately cause (and has already) great strife in the world.
I categorically state that we are all but players on this world stage. Further that none of us have met God, be God a man, woman or it, none of us know.
I say to many that I am a Rabu (Rasta Buddhist).
I too am curious how you came to find me? As you can see from my profile I am trying to effect positive change in the world by operating outside the normal confines (or boxes) of all religion, corporate culture and charitable causes.
How did you come to find me and in what spirit is it that you would like to be friends?
Do you believe as I do that we can imbue children with the ability to think outside of the box that for so long has caused so much strife on this planet?
Do you believe as I do that we can channel the purity and innocence of childrens thoughts to effect positive change?
Do you believe as I do that someday we will be called to account by something greater than ourselves?
Do you believe that our reward is in the way that we live our lives here in this moment, at this time and in this place?
As a Jew who is now converting to Islam have you considered the possibility that all religion may not have the final answer that so many search for?
As a human being living on this planet, one of seven billion constituents, all interrelated, what is your responsibility?
I am a friend of all on this planet who are concerned with righting iniquity, recognizing our shortfalls and trying to correct them.
Do you feel the same?
I ask all this not to be a thorn or righteous, I ask this to determine what your true self is and whether we are on the same path.
I look forward to hearing your response. Best regards,
SD Mac
I am not a religious man. I was however raised in the spirit of tolerance. I was raised both Catholic and Jewish and my father then married a Muslim after my parents divorce.
I believe that religion has been used as a pretext for much of that which is wrong in the world. I strongly believe that each of the monotheists state that their God is right and all others is wrong. This is a belief which will ultimately cause (and has already) great strife in the world.
I categorically state that we are all but players on this world stage. Further that none of us have met God, be God a man, woman or it, none of us know.
I say to many that I am a Rabu (Rasta Buddhist).
I too am curious how you came to find me? As you can see from my profile I am trying to effect positive change in the world by operating outside the normal confines (or boxes) of all religion, corporate culture and charitable causes.
How did you come to find me and in what spirit is it that you would like to be friends?
Do you believe as I do that we can imbue children with the ability to think outside of the box that for so long has caused so much strife on this planet?
Do you believe as I do that we can channel the purity and innocence of childrens thoughts to effect positive change?
Do you believe as I do that someday we will be called to account by something greater than ourselves?
Do you believe that our reward is in the way that we live our lives here in this moment, at this time and in this place?
As a Jew who is now converting to Islam have you considered the possibility that all religion may not have the final answer that so many search for?
As a human being living on this planet, one of seven billion constituents, all interrelated, what is your responsibility?
I am a friend of all on this planet who are concerned with righting iniquity, recognizing our shortfalls and trying to correct them.
Do you feel the same?
I ask all this not to be a thorn or righteous, I ask this to determine what your true self is and whether we are on the same path.
I look forward to hearing your response. Best regards,
SD Mac
Obstruction by a chosen Non Canadian
Conrad Black,
A man of the house of lords,
raised in Canada,
a citizen once, no more,
giving up that right,
for a pompous title,
and a red robe,
now guilty,
a Canadian again he wants to be,
Mail Fraud,
2 counts Guilty,
Obstruction,
Guilty,
A bed he made,
no must he lie,
Canadian no more, nor should he be
I wonder,
will he look as dignified in American Penal System Orange.
SDM
A man of the house of lords,
raised in Canada,
a citizen once, no more,
giving up that right,
for a pompous title,
and a red robe,
now guilty,
a Canadian again he wants to be,
Mail Fraud,
2 counts Guilty,
Obstruction,
Guilty,
A bed he made,
no must he lie,
Canadian no more, nor should he be
I wonder,
will he look as dignified in American Penal System Orange.
SDM
Truth and Poison
I feel the truth like poison seeping into our water table.
From the ground water we drink this tainted reality as half truths from the past are coming back to take their final due and there can be no escape.
These half lies, half truth, have served to stunt our collective consciousness lulling us into a very false sense of security.
It has weaved its way into our every day brought to us by those that seek to fatten their pockets not enrich the global brother and sisterhood.
I feel the truth, at least half, like arsenic, slowly stunting my nervous system until I am numb and desensitized so that when 100% truth is given (which is rare) I am somehow more ready to deal with it.
I’d like my truth like I like my water;
Fresh, clean and the source of life’s affirmations.
SDM
From the ground water we drink this tainted reality as half truths from the past are coming back to take their final due and there can be no escape.
These half lies, half truth, have served to stunt our collective consciousness lulling us into a very false sense of security.
It has weaved its way into our every day brought to us by those that seek to fatten their pockets not enrich the global brother and sisterhood.
I feel the truth, at least half, like arsenic, slowly stunting my nervous system until I am numb and desensitized so that when 100% truth is given (which is rare) I am somehow more ready to deal with it.
I’d like my truth like I like my water;
Fresh, clean and the source of life’s affirmations.
SDM
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Heaven's Gift
With visions of tomorrow,
Dancing in our heads,
Its reality today,
That sets our souls ablaze,
Loves consistent and steady hand,
Firming its hold on our hearts,
As this truth, our love, tickles our memories,
In high esteem,
Each day will fade,
Bringing us another to experience and enjoy,
Brought together by God,
Reaffirming faith,
Believing in all that’s real,
Kiss me once,
Again and again,
Mounting a story for ages told,
As each day we live and learn,
Watching this beautiful gift,
Blossom and unfold,
Hold my hand,
While we take this stand,
Indeed our last hurrah,
For in you I know,
All I need to know,
And believe me that is much,
I hunger more,
And crave for sure,
Your love from heaven sent.
SDM
Dancing in our heads,
Its reality today,
That sets our souls ablaze,
Loves consistent and steady hand,
Firming its hold on our hearts,
As this truth, our love, tickles our memories,
In high esteem,
Each day will fade,
Bringing us another to experience and enjoy,
Brought together by God,
Reaffirming faith,
Believing in all that’s real,
Kiss me once,
Again and again,
Mounting a story for ages told,
As each day we live and learn,
Watching this beautiful gift,
Blossom and unfold,
Hold my hand,
While we take this stand,
Indeed our last hurrah,
For in you I know,
All I need to know,
And believe me that is much,
I hunger more,
And crave for sure,
Your love from heaven sent.
SDM
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
The Pope and a Slippery Slope
Today is a weird day for me,
The birthday of my mother,
The death of a man, who taught me greatly in a very personal way,
To the family of Ed Mirvish I send my deepest condolences and I thank them for his influence and theirs,
Please celebrate his life,
And now the Pope saying that Protestants are less than Church goers.
This Pope is undoing the great work that was accomplished by the church in the last 30 years. I stand opposed to what he is saying today and I believe that the latest instruments of the Roman Catholic Church are heading down a slippery slope designed to cause a further deep struggle between monotheists.
I have always had a problem with any religion that preaches that its God is right and the rest wrong. That it may be written by the last prophet. I am a prophet. You are a prophet. Bob Marley was a prophet, Gandhi, etc, etc, etc.
But why? To what end? What is the benefit?
To this I say the following;
The Catholic Church is more an instrument of political power today than it is a religious organization. More a bank than a religious organization. More an art museum than a religious organization.
The moves by this Pope have set the church back to a different time. And it is one which is destined to begin a dangerous dialogue.
Please bear in mind that this is the same Church that has a document purportedly written by the hand of Christ that says (paraphrasing here); "Where ever you turn rock I am there, where ever you split timber I am there" and this church says that this is blasphemous.
I left the Catholic Church long ago. I am a spiritual man, a man that believes that there is something in this universe that is far beyond me. I believe that the practice of making oneself better brings one closer to God. Whether God is male or female, animal or it, neither I nor anyone else today knows. But I do know this; we are now headed down a very slippery slope.
To any and all that read this; acknowledge that we are not alone. Acknowledge that there is something greater than you and I. Acknowledge that there is a way to live our life where that living is the reward of its own.
Please think about this…
SDM
The birthday of my mother,
The death of a man, who taught me greatly in a very personal way,
To the family of Ed Mirvish I send my deepest condolences and I thank them for his influence and theirs,
Please celebrate his life,
And now the Pope saying that Protestants are less than Church goers.
This Pope is undoing the great work that was accomplished by the church in the last 30 years. I stand opposed to what he is saying today and I believe that the latest instruments of the Roman Catholic Church are heading down a slippery slope designed to cause a further deep struggle between monotheists.
I have always had a problem with any religion that preaches that its God is right and the rest wrong. That it may be written by the last prophet. I am a prophet. You are a prophet. Bob Marley was a prophet, Gandhi, etc, etc, etc.
But why? To what end? What is the benefit?
To this I say the following;
The Catholic Church is more an instrument of political power today than it is a religious organization. More a bank than a religious organization. More an art museum than a religious organization.
The moves by this Pope have set the church back to a different time. And it is one which is destined to begin a dangerous dialogue.
Please bear in mind that this is the same Church that has a document purportedly written by the hand of Christ that says (paraphrasing here); "Where ever you turn rock I am there, where ever you split timber I am there" and this church says that this is blasphemous.
I left the Catholic Church long ago. I am a spiritual man, a man that believes that there is something in this universe that is far beyond me. I believe that the practice of making oneself better brings one closer to God. Whether God is male or female, animal or it, neither I nor anyone else today knows. But I do know this; we are now headed down a very slippery slope.
To any and all that read this; acknowledge that we are not alone. Acknowledge that there is something greater than you and I. Acknowledge that there is a way to live our life where that living is the reward of its own.
Please think about this…
SDM
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