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In The Day of Reckoning

Karma? If one believes in that sort of thing then it is very, very , and I quote, ‘real’. But that is not what this is about. Perhaps it is more than just a turn of the wheel , a spin of the dial or even a time loopy-de-loop on the roller coaster ride to hell and back - but even that requires a great deal of belief . That is what this must be about - belief . in coming to terms with our own very unique and individual manner we can find that nothing seems to make sense, that the path no longer points the way for our doting selves to blindly follow step for preconceived step. But wouldn’t you know it, there is that belief yet again. It appears that our perceptual forays into the physical world with which we have firmly bound ourselves with does indeed come back to haunt our ever-lasting days. It must be one of those days where the twilight just never seems to end for no matter the length and breath of time we throw at it, it’s still there. And then in that tiny, minuscule moment where attention …
Southern Hospitality

A moment of pause, an evening of remembrance and a fist full of dollars. I know, it’s a crazy, crazy world isn’t it? With all the wagons circling, the trains running late and the runways blocked where oh where can he be? Living in a well of despair doesn’t mean that nothing is happening, that all is lost, neglected and of course everyone’s favorite, destitute. There has always been a unifying voice and yet perhaps, just perhaps it is now coming to the fore to make and stake it’s claim upon the world at large. Even though I've been quite busy dozing so as to allow time to pass doesn’t mean that time has any meaning for me whatsoever, it doesn’t. But despite that fact, appearances are so… charming are they not?
Grace From Heaven

Falling from Grace, do we then recover? Are we even able to do such? Perhaps it is in the falling that one finds redemption but there really is little use for recovering ‘alcoholics’ who need a nice and long path to the fields of a heaven firmly implanted, nurtured and revered with due regard to the imagined gods of demise. Could it be any plainer than that? It’s not about addiction. Well, maybe it is because some things seem to do the old loopy-loopy through time and space repeatedly, chanting the same old paradigm over and over again. If you think a scratched up vinyl record is annoying just try relating that to the spin cycle so lovingly endorsed by the few, the proud, the most definitely not, brave.
Life Is To Be Lived

With all the talk about ‘safety’ and ‘security’ in order to ‘keep people safe’ is there any thought whatsoever of the context which this lies within. In a dangerous and dark society there becomes a ‘need’ for safety and security. In an open and honest society ‘need’ is not even contemplated. It’s like night and day. On the one hand turmoil and insecurity become tantamount while on the other, confident self determinism rules the day. The society which has been so lovingly crafted for your own entertainment falls in the former while the latter suffers no interest whatsoever. In fact the latter is so severely inhibited that participants in this glorious testament to mankind gratefully embrace the wholesale doctrine of being ‘taken care of’. These used to be called slaves, now they are called willing cattle who have no use for self determinism and in fact, reject it’s tenets.
Are We There yet?

Ultimately the fall of Man becomes the fall of that part of ourselves which delves into the mucky and murky depths of an unknown past which of course belies the fact that our existence entirely depends upon our birthright. From whence do we become? Or is that became ? As I stand by the sidelines appearing in full stead movement formulates and encapsulates a past already fulfilled. More than this I cannot say.
Laying Waste To Sanity

Man on this planet is such a curious thing, bordering on the edge of fright. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that animals do soil their own nest. But that is in appearance only because my answer is that perhaps, just perhaps, all these critters running around laying waste to anything and everything they touch really are from some place else. It would make sense as to why someone would turn their home into a ghetto. Who in their right mind would do such a thing not only to themselves, but to their families who must endure such harsh and terrible treatment as if it is normal .
In The Beginning Was the Word...

There is always a beginning and there is always some sort of utterance made to the effect that Frankenstein, while laying prone on the cold hard steel and being subjected to exterior electrical impulses, proclaims, “I live!”. While that may serve the master well it is completely devoid of such effects here. My name is not Frank and my cup does not runneth over. Sometimes my amusement comes from my own very weird proclivities. (Though tame in it’s description it comes pretty close.)
Alice In Wonderland

Years ago I used the screen name of alice during a posting episode to reflect particular traits which were desired at the time. In reviewing some of those posts the purpose certainly stands prominent. I just wanted to lay this in the concrete, so thanks for reading. Have you ever wondered? I mean, have you ever really wondered at the nature and cause, perhaps through effect, of what the hell has been and is going on around here, on this planet let alone ‘out there’? Do you tend to get taken in by all the hoopla and grandstanding regarding every single little thing that comes out through manufactured lips? Well, we do live in a Capitalistic society rife with energetic bunnies more than willing to lay it all down to the master so as to increase one’s odds of being at the receiving end of a generous, glorious and grand hand out . Isn’t religion wonder-full?