Thursday, June 21, 2012

My Gripe With the Electorate: Part 1

Disturbing is one way to describe it. The word asinine is another that comes to mind. Then there’s my personal favorite: disappointing. While I’ve spent some time thinking about this topic, it is still difficult to put into words. If you’re wondering what I’m referring to it’s none other than the decision making of at least fifty percent of the American electorate.

                Many people would probably tell me that I am getting upset for no reason. They may argue that voters have a multitude of reasons as to why they choose certain candidates over others. Still there are those who tell me all the time that none of it matters and that our votes don’t count. While I firmly believe that everyone is entitled to their own personal opinions, I cannot fully agree with any of the aforementioned thoughts concerning the political process.

                First of all, let me begin by saying that there is no person who is without criticism who has ever held a political office. No matter who you single out there are specific actions that they have taken that can be questioned. A ‘strange phenomenon’ is occurring in politics today. How else would you describe how someone can get up before a group and make a statement concerning how they feel on a particular policy, then, within a week or two they are asked about their comments and they say, “I’m not familiar precisely with exactly what I said, but I stand by what I said whatever it was,” What about the fact that a candidate has ideas for improving the economy that go against what past Presidents have been able to successfully implement? Does it matter that the individual says that they are not concerned with the poor? There are so many more examples that exist.

                Honestly, maybe it IS just me. Maybe I am a part of a tiny percentage of people who look at this and wonder: How can SO MANY individuals feel compelled to support this person for the highest office in our country? Maybe they perceive our times as being so very desperate that any change will do. Maybe they feel that regardless of how inconsistent this person has been since they began running for office, they are really the best choice. Maybe. Then again…maybe not.  Maybe it goes deeper than that. Maybe after taking an honest look at things it is apparent that these are DEFINITELY not the reasons why most voters are choosing to cast their ballot for this individual. Hmm…

Thursday, March 8, 2012

helium


Lines
Have
Been
Drawn…and crossed.
Dreams have been rocked and tossed. And now the potential
For losses linger in the background. Sound advice now rings
Hollow in the noise of the moment. As I decide where I’m going,
I realize that I can no longer go by the naïve ideals that I once held dear.

Those nearest to me will always be held close as I compose the
Journey of my life through these prose. Who really knows the goals
That I chose to chase in the face of all that life has imposed?
Regardless of the trials I…remain.  

Maintaining the status quo is not the aim. Success this time
Will be defined by the ability to carve out a niche and become
Established where I see fit.Opposition will serve to remind
Me of what I have faced and conquered. Thoughts Of the future
Burn brightly ahead. Walking this path I cannot refrain from
Laughter at all those who doubted me.

                                                         3.8.2012

Wednesday, February 22, 2012


valentine


Searching...
For...
My..
Balance.


Why is it such a challenge?
A year ago I was set on an attraction of the Big Apple.
While it never sleeps, memories still serve to keep me unsure.


Love in it's purest form can be an intoxicating experience.
Endless events are sure to make one delirious (and delusional).
Once it turns sour you have no power over the hurt and void that is left.


Your insides cry theft as you are left feeling inept, bereft of any depth, 
And a desire to KICK CUPID DIRECTLY...IN...THE...NECK!
But I digress. Trying to limit my stress.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Up


At certain moments I notice that simple words have a tendency to disappear.
They dissolve into a hidden abyss and fade effortlessly amidst the urgency of the moment.
Reality gains a tighter grip and you have no choice but to acknowledge its demonstrative presence.

What if we sought out these situations on a regular basis?

Although they may be raw and unforgiving in nature, each experience brings one ever closer to their true being.  Once exposed, there is the additional responsibility of acknowledging your position.
Most are intimidated at this point and fail to meet the challenges that are evident.

What should be done now? What reaction would seem to 'fit'?

There are a select few, however, that lick their wounds. As insurmountable as this time appears, they somehow manage to thrive. Weakened and bruised they use experience to rebuild a foundation. Tools are chosen meticulously during this healing period. A strategy is developed and a blueprint is forged. Failure ceases to be considered. Compromise can only be brokered on their terms.
                                                                                               
                                                                                                                                                        12.4.11
                                                                                                          

Monday, August 8, 2011

skinny dipping

Compelled to dance in a river of melodies
Traveling, unraveling as I swim methodically.
Hypnotically I am induced by new rhythms
That I meet. Greeted by fresh beats beneath the
Sheets of

Music that once lay dormant; making sounds
Without a song. Knowing it carried some
Strength, but unaware of how strong. Knowing
It possessed some length, never sure of
How long.

Now awakened and smitten, this song aches
To be written with notes that gloat of the
Different strokes that it takes to keep
These bodies afloat along the bars
Of this timeless tune ing

In now to the countless rehearsals that it
Takes to make this concert of energy.

And in my mind, all I can ask
('cause it's hard for me to grasp)
Is what made me worthy of the task
For you to come swim with me?

Friday, February 25, 2011

albany

gliding
on
this
vibe to describe what has been my recent affliction.
eliminating any notions that its related to a physical condition.
attention to these verses will provide a detailed description of the state of my being which has quickly become an addiction.
In secret, mirrored strokes reveal initial attraction.
Action is taken. Sparks fly and a pleasant distraction ensues. Clueless of the melody, the composition begins.
A shared harmony is apparent with each interaction.
Satisfaction is the norm as both instruments flow in unison. Hidden away in these chords is another element.
The key that this collaboration is being played in is new for both participants. As the music is conceived they ponder the significance. Time moves on and the song continues to flourish. Together they remain on beat, in step, careful not to disturb it. Each moment for them brings new revelations, as they are swept away within this beautiful compilation..of..love.


2.25.11