A Mind’s Echoes: Lost in Time.

A collection of Poems and Essays by Rexx. 


Race The Wind

On top of my horse I sit and see the world so far away. I ride with Jesse James and search the badlands for outlaws, to be one or to bring them down. With the wind I ride, chasing the Devil, I fight the Civil War. Indians wait around the bend to do me in. Dismounting into a world of mundane, a world of rent and bills a world of making ends meet. Into a world where I grow oldand those I love go away. It’s a world in which no matter how hard I ride, I must return. This world pulls at you as it does me; try’s to pull us into despair.

I sit in my chair and memories wash over me like waves on a beach, pounding and swirling then receding only to come again. The way it was, but will never be again assaults me again and again. Just the wind in my mind taking me down old winding roads that have no ends, to escape I go out to the pasture and pick out a horse.

He is a good one, a willing one who carries me like the wind as I run from myself into the oblivion of oneness with my mount. His heart is in the run he really wants to run, but I slow down to a canter, then to a trot to let him catch his breath and when he has his second wind we go again.

Hoofs pounding my heart fluttering like a young boy thinking of his first love. Lost to all but my horse’s breath, the rippling of his muscles as he stretches his body for his supreme effort to carry me into a world where there is only me and him. Into the night we ride as the day ends, changing gates to preserve his strength, we come to the end of the ride, and walk the last mile home. I take off his tack and turn him back to his world, and I go back to mine thinking, “I should have been a cowboy”, but at ride’s end I come back to what is, a bed I sleep in along with my dreams when they come.


As William Faulkner put it in his Requiem for a Nun: “The past is never dead. It’s not even past.”

The present always comes,

But it never arrives free.

It arrives each day wrapped

In the chains of our past.


It is always past decisions

That presents our choices of today.

And all those decisions

Was not all made by us.


Parents, friends, loved ones

Hated ones, and unknown ones.

All have made choices

That forced us to choose.


Who our Mothers decided to mate

Brought us into our very being.

How many years did others

Decide where and how we would live?


Their decisions brought our realities

Into their existence

Even more so

Then we ourselves.


Now that we walk apart

From our parents

Do not think for a second

That we are not bound to them.


It was through their ways

That we came into our ways.

It was their idea that

Led us to our ideas.


It takes more than a

Ripple On the surface

To affect the sediment

On the bottom of the lake.



What is
With what could be.
Clashing with
Dealing with
What is to
Change what is.
What is
Is defeat.
Your reach
Exceed your grasp.
Even a worm
And squirms
To Make
More worms.
And in striving
May end up
On a hook.
Living in
What is
Change comes
What is
Better or
Cannot stay
The same,
Not to
Is to choose.
All things
That come
Come to pass,
The only
That last
Be it
Be it
What comes
Always go.

Long Live the Horse! The horse has fallen

Long live the horse!
In Elysian Fields he will await his
Rider and companion.
Amidst all the one who have came before.
In soft green meadows, and lovely groves
With all the horse who have served so well
Their rider’s wishes.
He will await the bugle’s call that tells him
The one he awaits
Has arrived.
There is then a spot where
the way forks in two directions
A place, which has a sun and stars of its own
Here, in these groves he will
Make his beds near the riverbanks.
Through the day he may
Wander in luminous plains and green valleys
As he waits for the one he serves.

Dedicated to Bärchen

Little Girls Cry

    She looked through eyes
That had saw thousands of days
More days then she cared to remember,
But remember she was.

It was the child in front of her
That sent this sudden flash before her eyes.
Of days long gone,
And mostly forgotten.

The little girl was crying,
Crying for candy.
Begging with all her heart for just one bite
To deaf ears.

She watch as the little girl
Tugged at her Mommies shirt,
Tugging for attention that
She was not going to get.

Oh how she wanted to go,
Go and pick her up
And take her to the counter
To buy her anything she may wish.

But it was none of her business,
Not her child.
There was no abuse
Just mild neglect.

The law would not care,
All she could get would be
Trouble for her effort
If she intervened.

But oh how she remembered
How badly she had wished
For that Candy Apple
Oh, so long ago.

At the county fair
With her sister she had romped
And played all day
With Mom and Dad just behind.

At the days end
The sun had set
The rides were all so bright
Whirling and flashing in the dark.

Dizzy and tired they walked
To the gate and there it was.
A little shack stacked
With bright red Candy Apples!

“I want one” she had screamed
And tried to run to the shack,
But Mommy’s hand
Just held tight.

Squirming and twisting she remembered
Did her no good at all.
Mommy was talking to Daddy
And could not hear her at all.

Tears streamed down her eyes,
The tears had blinded her
To all the fun she had had
And all her joy fled.

It had fled and not returned
Until this day
As she watched
The Little girl cry.

Cain Slew Able

On down through the ages
We have came
From out of the darkness
And cold of old.
To the light and understanding
Of today, bit upon bit,
Just a little bit at a time
Fire, here, wheel there
Till upon the shoulder of giants
We stand looking afar
Way unto the stars,
And down into the atoms them selves.
But as far as we have came
We have carried our selves the same.
The same fears, dreads, and concerns.
The same ambitions drive us
Just as when we were ran from the garden
As when Cain slew Able,
As when we built the tower of Babel,
And when Lot’s wife looked back.
Now we can kill with hydrogen bombs,
Shoot our towers into space,
Look back to the beginning of time,
And peace among men is as far away as ever.
The answer is as elusive as ever
Be enslaved or fight
Be killed or kill
Resist or give up!
For those who would enslave you
Will not stop because you do.
Will you forsake your God
For the sake of peace?
Would you exchange freedom for peace?
Will you bow to another’s God for peace?
Will you sacrifice your liberties
For a promised security?
Just remember, what one man locks up,
Another man can unlock.
Any fort you make can be breached.
To win you must carry the fight.
If you hold up behind a wall,
If you are forced to go the defense,
Then history tells you
That you will lose.
The tactic of Marten Luther King
And Mahatma Gandhi
Will work against powers
That sees themselves as humane.
But had the Romans tried it against the Vandals,
Or the Greek against the Romans,
Or Egypt against the Greeks
It would have been to no avail.
And if we try it against the Islamic
We will end up dead or enslaved.
If it is fight, die, or be a slave
I will not turn the other cheek.
But to give our government
The same powers that
Our Enemies want
Is not a road I wish to walk.
Live free or die
Now that is a slogan I like,
But let not my blood
Come cheep!

In Search of the Truth

A consideration into what is true. One’s perspective can and does alter what is perceived. I would remind you of the old teaching story of the five blind men who were walking down the road to go to a fair when they encountered an elephant. One of the blind men felt only the tusk and said to his brethren, “This beast is like into a spear”. Another had grabbed tin ear and said to a friend, No, it is much more like a fan than a spear”. A third, holding its tail declared that they were all wrong that it was much more like a rope than anything they had described. Then the fourth, who had his arms wrapped around one of the legs, chimed in, “Nope, it is much more like a tree than any of those things”. Finley the last one, who was standing with his arms up and his hands on the elephant’s side said out loud, “My brothers have all gone mad, for it is plain to me that this beast is more like into a wall than any of those other ideas!”

Then another said to the rest, “Agree or disagree, we have to get on down to the fair before it closes” and off they went, each with a firm understanding of what each had perceived of what a true elephant was. This is the state we all find ourselves in trying to perceive the truth, it is colored by the angle of our perception, no two people can see the same thing at the same time because each must, by the inability to stand in the same place at the same time, observe the thing from different points of view.

This is the state we all find ourselves in trying to perceive the truth, it is colored by the angle of our perception, no two people can see the same thing at the same time because each must, by the inability to stand in the same place at the same time, observe the thing from different points of view. Not only is our perception of the truth determined by the angles from which we look at it how much time we have to consider it, to alter our point of view also determine our ability to perceive the true nature of something.  Each mind that perceives is alone in it perception and its reasoning based upon that perception is unique to the individual.  It is an amazement that we can ever agree on what the truth is.

Consider the rightness of smoking tobacco. From the time it was discovered by Europeans in America until fifty years ago, it was considered not only a good thing, but a necessary thing in that a large part of the English’s making colonies in the New World was to grow and export tobacco. Many a people’s livelihoods depended upon its growth, processing, and sales. All of this was possible because of our angle of our perception was solely for the pleasure it brought to us. Pleasure both from the wealth it brought to those who provided it and from the ones who smoked, chewed, and sniffed it.  Now it is perceived as a health hazard  and to be avoided, and taxed to death.

Did not the way tobacco was seen change it from being right into being wrong? And did not this change in our understanding of the goodness/badness of tobacco come from a changing point of view, a point of view focuses more on the negative consequences of smoking, higher incidents of cancer in users compared to non users.

Now if it is true that tobacco is good or bad is still dependent upon the point of view that the user/nonuser looks at the issue from, for some the good outweighs the bad and for others the bad is not worth the good.


The Great Divide

If wanting could make it true,

If wishing could bring it to pass

Then by her side, I would be.

But I am here and she is there,

And like East and West

Never the twain to meet.

We had hoped that if she went west enough

And I went east enough

We could meet in the middle,

But she cannot leave her part of the world

And I no longer will leave mine.

So, like to sides of the same coin

We stare in out in our own direction

Unable to see

The other’s way.

Love burns in our hearts, but not enough

To overcome the difference from here and there.

Therein lies our great divide.


Yes, I do Choose

Yes I choose, but sometimes the only choice is to endure.

Sometimes thoughts unbidden cloud my mind, and leave no choice rather than to let them fly their course. And feelings, un-invoked, wash over me sometimes like a sea. I am not an island, so self contained, that some choices cannot be forced upon me, some choices are no more than a Hobson choice. Yes I choose, and I think, and I feel, but I am not always the genesis of thoughts that runs through my mind.

Satisfaction , like comfort, is always fleeting. No more then obtained before it is gone to be sought again. I eat until I am satisfied, then hunger leads me to once again seek satisfaction. I find my comfort in my bed, but toss and turn all night leaving the spot that has become uncomfortable to seek it elsewhere. What suited us at one time is no longer the attraction it was, and we look to change things more to our suiting. The only thing certain in life is change.

I would rather do this than that, but circumstances conspire such that I must do that and let this go the way of an unfulfilled desire. I love her, but she does not love me, she loves me but I do not love her. Frustration not of my choosing, but of my choices. But really, do I choose who to love? Is that a freedom given unto men? Or is it the arrow in Cupid’s bow that decides?

I don’t like my job, it is a job I chose, and I can choose to leave it. But can I choose not to pay the rent, make the car payments, buy the groceries for my child? Must I not, at more times then not, do that which, if left to my rathers, I would choose not to do? The road before me chooses the way much more than I do, for I can only choose between the choices put before me. And each decision casts a long shadow into the future.

A decision to go to college or not, to marry or not, to be a Doctor, Lawyer, or an Indian Chef all lays out a different path. To choose is to determine what choices will be placed before you. So what freedom do you have been what you would want to be? A child born to a coal miner his path will be different then the path of a child born to a movie actor. Yes, some coal miner’s children become movie actors, but how many movie actors’ children become coal miners?

You are shaped and formed by every experience in the path you walk. Hard times, for some, shatter them into thefts, or welfare dependents. Easy time is the ruination of others. Those same hard or easy times yet for other build a foundation for success. Maybe not in a way they would have chosen if the choice had been theirs to make, but one that they, and those who know them, are proud they have found. This is where the adage, “The man does not pick the job, the job picks the man” comes from.

What is the difference between the doctor/lawyer and the theft/welfare cheat? This is not to say that all those who are on welfare are undeserving of the charity they receive. Well let me rephrase that, for no one is deserving of charity. To deserve one must fulfill a bargain, the worker is deserving of his pay, the employer deserving of the labor he pays for, but the man watching the work is not deserving neither the worker’s pay, nor the employer’s money.

Both, however, should be free to give to the non-worker if it is their free decision to do so, that is their choice. But when the government takes if from both the employer and the worker and give it to the non-worker, that is theft. For the only choice given to the employer and the worker is to give to the non-worker or go to jail or die in resisting the government.

But back to the question, what is the difference between the different outcomes, between the one who becomes a carpenter respected for his labor, and the decision he had made when the choices were put before him, and the bad check writer who decided that his need and wants are greater than the bank’s whose money he defrauded? They both start out on a path not of their choosing, they were born to whom they were born, and where and when they were born. Choices that they did not and could not chose were presented to them.

Nature or nurture? Your genes or your environment? What of the brothers that both were loved, went to the same school, and killed their parents? When next door all the children lived model lives. And consider President Clinton and his brother Roger, what explains the difference? Genes are demonstrable not the answer. Just as sure, as the Coal Miner’s Daughter shows, the environment is not the answer.

The answer must lie within the mind, the soul if you will, of the individual. According to their personality they chose between the choices presented to them, and react to them in the manner that their heart leads them. One to stay in school, another to sell drugs on the street. One to quite selling and using drugs, another to kill to keep his business. One to do their homework, another to think that school is a waste of time.

As we go through live on the path that God has put us upon we are shaped by our experiences, and it is our experiences that lead to or away form God.

Jeremiah 18-19:

The word that came to Jeremiah from the LORD: “Arise, and go down to the potter’s house, and there I will let you hear my words.” So I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was working at his wheel. And the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter’s hand, and he reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do. Then the word of the LORD came to me: “O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter has done? says the LORD. Behold, like the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel. If at any time I declare concerning a nation or a kingdom, that I will pluck up and break down and destroy it, and if that nation, concerning which I have spoken, turns from its evil, I will repent of the evil that I intended to do to it. And if at any time I declare concerning a nation or a kingdom that I will build and plant it, and if it does evil in my sight, not listening to my voice, then I will repent of the good which I had intended to do to it.

Romans 9:19-21

Thou wilt say then unto me, Why doth he yet find fault? For who hath resisted his will? Nay but, O man, who art thou that repliest against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why hast thou made me thus? Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?


End Of My Days

Had a life time to get it right

And it is still not right.

Nobodies fault but my own,

And I have tried, time

And time again

Only to come up short,

Far short of happiness.

Pursuit I have had,

Pursued it my whole life.

But here I sit alone

With my dog and the TV.

Not the way I hoped,

Not the way I have dreamed,

But it has come to this

With the best I can do.

Who can I blame,

What can I do?

I do not like it,

But it is the best I can do.

The grave beckons

At the end of my days

Which comes closer

With each passing day.

Dream on, dream on,

Dream of the one,

The one who will come.

Better late than never,

But never I fear.

Yet in the days to come

My horse and my dog

They do comfort me.

I am glad for all that I have had,

But wish that I had more.

I wish that I had done more,

It was the compromises I made

That led me to this day,

Not my way or the Highway.

But for all involved

This is the best I can do.

I am as I am, changed into

What I am by the decisions

I have made in life.

Some willingly,

Others by force.

Forces by the best

Of the alternatives available.

It is with a light heart

That I move onto my grave,

Which awaits at the end of my days.

Beauty Is Only Skin Deep

You hear and read this often, “Beauty is only skin deep, it’s what kind of beauty you carry on the inside that truly counts!”

If that is true then why do we first have to get past the skin to find the beauty beneath it? We are attracted to what is presented to the eye, and without that attraction, which is only skin deep, we will never come to find if there is any beauty or not on their insides. We are all shallow in that we like what we like, some thin, some fat, some in between. If we are not attracted it matters not how beautiful the other may be on the inside for we will never accept an overturn if they do not meet our standards.

This is just another example of a platitude, sounds wise, insightful, and significant but is meaningless. For if it is the beauty inside that counts, to whom does it count when no one can see it?  And if we believe it then why do we spend so much time and money making our a
appearance, i.e., skin, face, body look good?  How much money and time we put into makeup, face lifts, and the clothes we wear as compared to the time we spend improving our mind, attitude, or soul if you will?

So the next time you read or hear this and find yourself nodding in agreement, ask yourself why you agree with it.

Vulgar Words

What I think is no one has to read anything they do not wish to. The word vulgar in common usage comes from the Latin word for common, as Vulgar Latin was the spoken language of the common people.  The English turned the word to meaning disgusting or objectionable. In other words vulgar is what you do not like.

To say ‘defecate’ is to use the Latin term for the Anglo Saxon word ‘shit’ , the latter was/is considered vulgar because when the Normans conquered England they considered any words others used by the Anglo Saxon to be vulgar terms. The same is true for piss and uranate, one isLatin the other Anglo Saxon term for the same thing. I could go on and explain why we find other words so objectible, but the real reason is because we were tough that they were wrong so we see them as wrong to use, and object when people use them in a manner in which we do not like.

My advice, don’t read what you do not like, and realized hat our language is a living language and what was uncommon is always becoming common, or dare I say vulgar?

Of All The Billions

I am well aware of some of my limitations,

They are the ones I have bumped into time and time again.

Others, I am sure, just await my reaching them.

Some of my strengths I also know

I can figure things out.

Oh not everything

But enough.

I can work on the old cars,

But not the new.

I can change a tire,

But would rather not.

I am a good rough cut carpenter,

But not a finished one.

I can ride a horse,

But never make it 8 seconds on a bull.

If the toilet breaks

I can fix it,

But if the well goes out

I call for help.

I can hook up a new TV

But when it goes awry

I need a repairman.

But of all my years on earth

It’s understanding women

Where I am at my worst.

You think they will,

And they want.

You think they want,

And they do.

And seldom is the one you like

Is the one who likes you.

A lifetime of looking

Has just left me looking.

I have most of my teeth,

A lot of my hair,

And no beer gut.

Alas, I am at a loss,

I just what to have

And to hold

One who wants

To have and hold


Time and time again

I am told by women

I know

(Already in a relation)

That they just can’t


Why I am alone.

Too particular I reckon,

Either me,

Or the women

I am attracted to.

There has to be one

Of all the billions

That is my match

And still not matched up.

I’ve had my eye on one,

For some time now.

I hope that it is

More than a maybe

Not just a possibility.

With two wives behind me

I do not want

Strike three.

The Cure for Bereavement

To say, “Time heals all wounds” Is trite

      When the heart is in its anguish,
But there is no
Cure for the bereavement
But time.

The Death lies quiet,
But the living greave
The dissolution
Of what could have been.
Why, oh why
They ask again and again.

A question with no answer,
The loss remains.
And, unexplained,
Life will go on.
Hard though it may be
For the bereaved.

Until time
Has came and gone.
Time to, if not heal,
At least adjust
To a life without,
And time to find a new meaning.

Not to forget,
For that is not in the cards,
But to remember the joy
Without it being
Drowned by the sadness
Of the passing.

A quietus will be found,
Not today, not tomorrow,
But a time will come
And bring with it
The strength needed
To pick up the pieces and move on.

Navagation and Wobble

I’m sure many people know this, but a “great circle” is a circle that goes clear around the entire globe, and whose center is at the center of the globe. A “meridian”, on the other hand, is a great circle that passes through the poles. Lines of longitude are meridians, for example, while the Equator is a great circle. And the “Prime Meridian” is the line of longitude that goes through both poles .. andright through the Greenwich Observatory.  On the other side of the planet is the Prime Meridian also called the “International Date Line”.

If you know the exact time the sun rises where you happen to be, then you know which line of longitude you are on. Easy as that (with the usual caveats, refraction, etc.) … but only if you know exactly, tothe second, what time it is. And that was why lots of seamen died before John Harrison invented his chronometer … they didn’t know what time it was, so they didn’t know where they were.  The Longitude Prize was a reward offered by the British government for a simple and practical method for the precise determination of a ship’s longitude. The prize, established through an Act of Parliament (the Longitude Act) in 1714, was administered by the Board of Longitude.  Harrison’s invention of a clock that could keep correct time, while atsea, and the concept that time equaled longitude won the £20,000 (worth well over a million dollars in todays money) for a method that could determine longitude within 30 nautical.

To use time to determine the longitude of a ship a map of the world is divided into 24 segments, each representing one hour.  The clock on board the ship was set to the same time at Greenwich, now calledGreenwich Mean Time, then as the ship sailed east or west of Greenwich to determine their longitued they had only to find the local time using a sexton.  To do this they use the noonday sun and the horizon of the sea, when it was getting near noon the navigatorwould start measuring the angle between the sun and the horizon.  He would keep taking the measurement until the angle stoped increasing and started to decrease.  That point was local noon.  Then all he had to do was to count the hours, minutes, and seconds on his chart from Greenwich and that point was his longitued.  For the latitude he had to wait until dark and use either the North Star or the Southern Cross is depending which side of the equator he was.  The further north the ship went the higher went the North Star from thehorizon.  So in those days a sailor could only know where he was precisely east to west in the world once a day, the rest of the day was guess work called dead reckoning.

The Greenwich Observatory back in the days before radio they needed to be able to pass an accurate time signal to anyone in the Thames. To do that, they mounted a big red ball that can slide up and down a pole, viz:  A few minutes before 1:00 they raised the ball up to the top of the mast, and then at exactly 1:00 they dropped the ball …and all of the navigators on vessels up and down the Thames could set their Chronometers to the exact second.

To close this post I would like to talk about the earth’s wobble.  Throughout the year the earth wobbles on its axes as it goes around the sun, with the results that the sun appears to set way down in the south in the winter. As it goes south each day gets shorter  while each night gets longer, when it get as far south as it will go we have the longest night of the year, and that night is called the winter soloist.  After that night it starts its moves to the north for the summer with each day getting longer and each night getting shorter, when it gets as far north as it will go we have the longest day of the year which is called the summer soloist.  Then it starts on its journey back to thesouth.  On the 22nd of September the sun will be its halfway point on its journey south and marks the first day of Fall.  On this day the day is called the fall equinox and night and day are of equal length.  This will happen again next spring with the sun on its way back north, but it will be called the spring equinox.  For Christians the first Sunday after the first full moon after the spring equinox is Easter.

The Greek astronomer, Hipparchus of Nicea by comparing observations more than a century apart, Hipparchus proposed that the axis around which the heavens seemed to rotate shifted gradually, though very slowly.  Around the year 130 BC, Hipparchus compared ancient observations to his own and concluded that in the preceding 169 years those intersections had moved by 2 degrees. How could Hipparchus know the position of the Sun among the starsso exactly, when stars are not visible in the daytime? By using not the Sun but the shadow cast by the Earth on the moon, during an eclipse of the Moon! During an eclipse, Sun, Earth and Moon form a straight line, and therefore the center of the Earth’s shadow is at the point on the celestial sphere which is exactly opposite that of the Sun.

This is what is called the pression of the equinox or Axial Pression and we go through one such complete cycle in a period of approximately 26,000 years or 1° every 72 years.  This is why I put no stock in astrology as all of the calulation is based upon the position of the constalations as they were 3-5 thousands years ago.  If we thake the 3 thousand as the date it was formalized that means the the conslations have shifted about 41.6 drgrees from where they were then. And while some, like Hipparchus, knew of the shifting stars, most had no more a clue than most of us do today.

And we think that we are smart today.


Pride vr. Hubris

And now I want to talk about pride.  Not the pride of your hometown oryour child’s success, but the pride that precedes the fall or as Proverbs 16:18 puts it, “Pride goeth before destruction, and anhaughty spirit before a fall.”  How does this pride differ from be prideof what you have been able to achieve in life, or of a job well done?

The pride that comes before the fall means that you have becomesover confident and stops thinking sensibly or critically because of what you think you know or the abilities you have.  This is the source of the adage, “A little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing”.

A little learning is a dangerous thing;

drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:

there shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,

and drinking largely sobers us again.

Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744)

When success goes to one’s head and which is a sure indication of the fact that that person is bound to suffer or face disappointment because of the wrong decisions that he or she might make.

How does this adage and the Proverb ties together and become profitable for us as instructions?  Well remember what Reagan said, “Well, the trouble with our liberal friends is not that they are ignorant, but that they know so much that isn’t so.”  When you go to criticize another’s views make sure that you understand the subject you arespouting off about.  To be so completely convinced that you have the correct view when in fact all you have is a small understanding is a manifestation of the pride that precedes the fall.

This pride can sneak into our minds in any number of ways, on how best to train a horse to how best to interpret the scriptures.  While this pride can bring us to embarrassment at its mildest form of rebuke to death and destruction at its harshest, it does not rise to hubris unless you refuse to learn from the instruction that holding this type of pride provides.

“And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as unto children, My son, despise not thou the chastening of the Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him:For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth.”  Hebrews 12:5-6

Now as far as interpreting scriptures I take the Baptist approach that no one stand between man and god.  No preacher, no elder, ordeacon, but through faith, interacting with others, through listening, conversations, reading and reflection. One should also engage not only those who share their worldview but others who are quite different from you. You will find that sometimes your conversations will help another person, but more often I have found that by talking with others I have come to a better understanding of the scriptures.

I will not tell another person this is the way you should understand the Bible, I will tell how I understand it.  I believe that God is a God of revelation, if He does not reveal Himself to you you cannot find Him.

“And not only this; but when Rebecca also had conceived by one, even by our father Isaac;   (For the children being not yet born, neither having done any good or evil, that the purpose of God according to election might stand, not of works, but of him thatcalleth;)  It was said unto her, The elder shall serve the younger.  As it is written, Jacob have I loved, but Esau have I hated.   What shallwe say then? Is there unrighteousness with God? God forbid.  For he saith to Moses, I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I will have compassion.  So then it is not of him that willeth, nor of him that runneth, but of God that sheweth mercy.  For the scripture saith unto Pharaoh, Even for this same purpose have I raised thee up, that I might shew my power inthee, and that my name might be declared throughout all the earth.  Romans” 9: 10-17


The Plan

The Political Class, the Councilmen, Mayors, Representatives and Senators, County, City, State, and Nation they think that they are the movers and shakers, he one who make things get done.  But they are but the stagehands setting the stage for the real actors the people. The people who work and live their lives in anonymity to the movers and shakers.  The workers, Doctors, Plumbers, The Carpenters, Lawyers, Engineers, The Farmers, Mechanics, Labors, The Technicians, Nurses, Clerks, and on and on and on and on…
The People.
The people’s stories are seldom told, other than by word of mouth.
But upon this stage they play out their lives In Drama, Comedies, Farces, and yes As often as not in Tragedies.
Or, as the Man said: “Full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing”,
from top to bottom. The Lord has a Plan And everything is going accordingly.  The Muckedey Mucks live at the top; on the back of the Mucks’ who carry the load.  The high and the mighty, the rich and the powerful
They are all in the palm of His hand working for His plan’s fulfillment,
Willingly or not they put each piece in its place Like when thebrother’s sold Joseph into slavery for their own reasons to work God’s plan.
Now come to today and do you think just because time has passed
That God has forgotten His plan? What plan is that, you ask?
Why you really do know, it started when Adam took on sin,
And worked on out to where Jesus came to put to an end
To the separation from God we have endured from our birth into sin
That has led to the death of every soul borne unto flesh.
To move us, His creature, made in His image and likeness
From the corruptible to the incorruptible, from the finite to the infinite.
In His plan’s working death came into the world by the actions
Of one man’s disobedience when Adam partook of the forbidden fruit
And came to know that he stood naked before God.
And the Son of Man’s obedience unto His death on the cross
Devouring the fruit of sin which was death when He arose from the grave.
What you say, that was a long time ago and we are still dying?
True, but the plan, remember the plan?  It is not complete until Jesus Returns,
And the adversary is locked away into the fiery pits of Hell.

Worth, Cost, Price, and Value

Nothing has an importance that you did not give it, nothing has the power to make you sad unless you give it that power, and when you give someone outside of yourself to make you happy you are bound to another’s trip into sadness, for it is our realization of our expectation that brings forth the happiness we derive from that which is outside of ourselves.  It is the failure of that whomever or whatever, to live up to our expectation which bring on our sadness.  The wise person learns to be in the world but not of the world, taking both the realization and failures of their expectation in stride and know that it, no matter what it is, will surely pass.

Consider the concepts of value, worth, and cost.  Something we put a value on because everyone else does, diamond and gold are examples of things we value because everyone else does.  Sometimes we put a value on things that no one else gives a hoot about, the name we give this is sentimental value.  How much we personally value something does not depend upon what everyone else values, rather it is determined by what it is worth to us, but to obtain and hold it is controlled by its cost and what we can pay.

This is where the importance comes in for being of limited resources we must prioritize between wants and needs.  Our wants to expand to all good things, what we can afford varies according to our situations.   When I was young I wanted that new fast pretty sports car, but I had to settle for what I needed and could afford, a used car that burnt oil.  It was important that I have transportation, and I needed a car if I was to be able to go back and forth to work in order to earn the money for both what I needed and what I wanted.

I like gold and diamond but would much rather have other things,  so their value to me would be only trade them for other things that have more worth to me.  So what is something worth?  It is worth what someone is willing to pay for it, nothing more, and nothing less.  When you hear on television, “Hold on a minute, I we will add this for the same price.  No we are not done yet, if you order today we will give you this and that.  Am amazon $500 value all for $19.99, just pay additional shipping for all the freebies!”  What is all this stuff worth?  $19.99 if you are willing to pay it?  No, for the shipping and handling adds $9 for the original item cost, and another $9 for the free things bringing the total to 37.99 plus tax.  Or the pitch might go like this, “Order right now and we will double the order, just pay additional processing”   A good deal?  Depends upon whether you wanted the stuff or not and what you would have had to pay for it otherwise.  Only you can decide if it is worth it to you or not.  But just know this, there are no free things, everything comes with a cost.

The cost may be reflected in money, but just as easily be seen in the amount of time you had to devote to it. Or in what you had to give up in order to spend your time and money on what you decided to get.  Economist calls this an opportunity cost.  When you decide to go here you cannot go there at the same time so the cost of going there was not going here.  In the example above you can be assured that whoever is selling all that stuff for $19.99 is making a profit else they would not be selling it for very long.  The additional shipping and handling assuredly does not only cover the cost of the shipping, but the cost of the item as well, and a bit of profit.

Most of us as we go through life gets better at prioritizing our needs and wants but the difference between the two sometimes merge.  I may have just wanted that new BMW I bought, but once brought the payments need to be made.  You may have just wanted that dog, but once you have it you need to take care of it.  Wants once achieved is bringing needs along with them.

All I have said about value, worth, and cost applies to personal relationships too.  Love is a value that most of us cherish, but as with all things valued it comes with a cost.  Love comes in different stripes:

Eros, Philia, Agapē, Storge, and Thelema.  I will give the full definition of each of these below, but for now I will just be referring to Eros the passionate love, with sensual desire and longing between a man and a woman.

The first cost that choosing one’s love is the forbearance of all others.  The opportunity cost of picking a loved one, is the first cost and can grow burdensome for some.  It is sometimes called the “7 year itch”, and for some becomes an unbearable cost, and leads to a search for the one that should have been the one.  For some this opportunity cost is so light as not to be a consideration, but how many times have you heard someone say, “I wasted the best years of my life on him/her!”  That is buyers remorse in matters of the heart.  It leads to what we call ‘cheating’ or ‘playing around’, and puts decision upon the partner, is putting up with this new behavior is worth it or not.  To decide to divorce bring about a whole new set of cost involving the children, if any, and the lawyers and court costs.  For some it is worth it, for others it is not and they either cheat in retaliation  or just put up with it because they value the relation enough to pay its cost.

The cost of searching for a loved one, dating, and then courting once the heart’s desire is found has been a cost that falls mostly on men, but women pay a cost too.  They have to put up with the expectations of their suitors.  When a lot of men take a woman out, spend a lot of money on the date, they expect sex as their just reward.  And in today’s attitude on sex many women accept the condition.  They are willing to pay this price for the date.  For other this cost is not worth it because of the values they hold.

Once you fall in love you grant a lot of power to the one you are in love with.  They can hurt you like no others can.  This is only true because you give them the power to do it.  In a relationship we all pay the cost of failed expectations.  When we do this it is    a cost we impose on ourselves whether we know it or not.  When we expect our loved one to behave in a certain way and they don’t we are hurt.  We blame the hurt on their behavior  but it was our own expectation of what they should have done that is the genesis of cost.  We expect them to remember our birthdays, anniversary, and act accordingly to our expectation and when they don’t we pay the price of disappointment.

We expect them to be truthful to us, and when they are not they impose a cost on the relation that may or may not make it worth holding on to the relation.  If we had no expectation of their being truthful they would be no disappointment and thus no cost to bare.  Again it is our own expectations that cause the pain, and when we have expectations of others we open ourselves to disappointment.

What then, are you to just give up on expecting things from those you love?  By no means!  But I would advise you to consider the true source of your disappointment, and weigh the true cost that the relationship must bear.  When the other fails to meet your expectation, say they did not take your side in an argument, by what right do we expect they should take our part?  What if they don’t think we were on the right side of the argument, or didn’t have a dog in that fight?  We go home in a huff, and make the other sleep by them self in punishment for failing to meet our own expectation of what they should have done.

Some cost should not be born no matter how much we value the relationship.  Any physical hitting should break the bank, as well as a constant verbal assault on how useless and worthless you are should be your ticket to the door.  Yet we all either know or know of   people who stay in such relations for years.  We cannot choose what is of worth for another, the price that they are willing to pay is in their hands  not ours.

For those lucky enough all of the costs of the relation pail in comparison with what is gained by being in the relation.  A fair bargain has been entered into by both parties where all cost is equally shared as well as the befits giving great value to the relationship.

I have gone on long enough in this vain for now, may return the subject in the future.  Below are the different types of love I was talking about above:

* Eros (ἔρως érōs) is passionate love, with sensual desire and longing. The Modern Greek word “erotas” means “(romantic) love”. However, eros does not have to be sexual in nature. Eros can be interpreted as a love for someone whom you love more than the philia love of friendship. It can also apply to dating relationships as well as marriage. Plato refined his own definition. Although eros is initially felt for a person, with contemplation it becomes an appreciation of the beauty within that person, or even becomes appreciation of beauty itself. It should be noted Plato does not talk of physical attraction as a necessary part of love, hence the use of the word platonic to mean, “without physical attraction”. Plato also said eros helps the soul recall knowledge of beauty, and contributes to an understanding of spiritual truth. Lovers and philosophers are all inspired to seek truth by eros. The most famous ancient work on the subject of eros is Plato’s Symposium, which is a discussion among the students of Socrates on the nature of eros.

* Philia (φιλία philía), which means friendship in modern Greek, a dispassionate virtuous love, was a concept developed by Aristotle. It includes loyalty to friends, family, and community, and requires virtue, equality and familiarity. In ancient texts, philia denoted a general type of love, used for love between family, between friends, a desire or enjoyment of an activity, as well as between lovers. This is the only other word for “love” used in the ancient text of the New Testament besides agape, but even then it is used substantially less frequently.

* Agapē (ἀγάπη agápē) means “love” in modern day Greek, such as in the term s’agapo (Σ’αγαπώ), which means”I love you”. In Ancient Greek it often refers to a general affection rather than the attraction suggested by “eros”; agape is used in ancient texts to denote feelings for a good meal, one’s children, and the feelings for a spouse. It can be described as the feeling of being content or holding one in high regard. The verb appears in the New Testament describing, amongst other things, the relationship between Jesus and the beloved disciple. In biblical literature, its meaning and usage is illustrated by self-sacrificing, giving love to all–both friend and enemy. It is used in Matthew 22:39, “Love your neighbour as yourself,” and in John 15:12, “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you,” and in 1 John 4:8, “God is love.” However, the word “agape” is not always used in the New Testament in a positive sense. II Timothy 4:10 uses the word in a negative sense. The Apostle Paul writes,”For Demas hath forsaken me, having loved (agapo) this present world….” Thus the word “agape” is not always used of a divine love or the love of God. Christian commentators have expanded the original Greek definition to encompass a total commitment or self-sacrificial love for the thing loved. Because of its frequency of use in the New Testament, Christian writers have developed a significant amount of theology based solely on the interpretation of this word.

* Storge (στοργή storgē) means “affection” in modern Greek; it is natural affection, like that felt by parents for offspring. Rarely used in ancient works, and then almost exclusively as a descriptor of relationships within the family.

* Thelema (θέλημα thélēma) means “desire” in modern Greek; it is the desire to do something, to be occupied, to be in prominence.

*Source: wikipedia


Shy Boy Meets Shy Girl

The shy boy meets the shy girl

Well they could’a if they would’a,

But being so shy

They just walked on by.

Each ah hoping

That the other had spoken,

And in their fantasy

For the rest of the day

The daydreams crowded

Out the reality of what was

With the thoughts of

What ifs, and I should’a

Could’a done this

Or Coud’a done that.

The time has passed,

And like two ships in the dark

They saw each other lights

Was attracted but would not board,

But in the other’s going.

Many a second thoughts

Plagued their minds

Lessons learned?

No, much too shy for that,

And as the years went by

She thought of him,

And he thought of her.

Until she grew into an old Maid,

And he a reticence recluse.

Thoughts without actions

Are only ghosts in the mind.

On My Way

I am on my way

To a better day

The night has come

To take this one away.


I know that tomorrow

Has to be a better day

For today is as bad

A day I’ve had in many a day.


Sick and dejected

After being rejected

I came to my bottle

And found its bottom.


Still deep in remorse

Too drunk to drive

But not drunk enough

To drown the sting.


So I walked to the store

Just a mile away

Bought a case of beer

And drank it on the way home.


Two cans down

By the time I get back

And another four

In short order.


I hope that before the time

The rest is gone

I will find oblivion

And be able to forget.


To forget, at least for the night

How bad it hurt

How bad it still hurts

All the dreams and anticipation,


That died with her decision

To find a life without me,

And leave me to my

Own devices.


So I am on my way

To a better day

Just as soon as I

Can forget.


Don’t live in the past

They say

But are we not the

Sum of all we did?


And is not that better day

Launched from the now

That we stand upon

All the days you have lived?


What did I learn from

Her leaving,

But not to trust another

With the love of my heart?


Pick and choose

From this and that

That was put before me

With my own acts.


Desire still lives

But has no object.

Hope has reached the point

Of hopelessness.



But I ware my mask

Putting the smile on my face

Somehow ashamed.
Ashamed of my failure
To keep the one I love
And so desired
To be by my side.
So I speak not of this
But have resigned myself
To living a life
Without the love of a woman.
This I know
Is my very own fault.
For there have been many
Who wanted me
That I did not want.
And way too many
I wanted that did not want me.
We all go on our way
Picking and choosing as best we can.
With the ghosts
Of yesterday
Shading our decisions
And pointing our ways.

Till The End of Time

Happy memories just leave me alone

She left me alone. And that is where I belong

So just go ahead be gone!

I ain’t going nowhere

Just staying where I am

Till the end of time.

Sadness I am, no desire to move on

Just me and my memories

To wallow around.

Would be that I would

Trying again and again

It is right here that I end.

Tried too many times

To think of another ending

To this sad song I am in.

Just go ahead and check out you say,

Well hells bells, who died and made you God?

 Will hang around in my tears as long as I will.

Sadness is my joy, pain is no grief

You are you, and I am me.

You live your life and I will live mine.

You don’t like my sadness?

I hate your joy!

Don’t like me, I could give a shit.

No excuse for me?

Shit, just what is your excuse?

Your happiness?

Just wait time will take

All you have and in the end

You will be as alone as I.

Till the end I have decided

This is the way it will be

My morning the loss of my happiness.

You cannot help me

Nor do I want your help

I picked my own way to this end.

I Waited On God To Plow My Field

I waited on God to plow my field, it still lays fallen.

I waited on God to sow the seeds, I got weeds.

I waited on God to fix my roof, it still leaks.

Then I remembered that God only helps those who help themselves.

The laborer is worthy of his hire for a honest day’s work

On the docks, in the fields, or clerking.

But what of the banker who lends,

Why is his effort of so much more value?

What is money but a chit, a chit with trust?

A dollar bill or a credit card a promise to pay

This for that, and if you lend me this now

I will pay you then and something to boot.

I need seeds for the fields, fuel for the plow,

I will pay your rate for I need it now

For if I wait there will be no crops to harvest,

Nothing to sell, and no money for living.

 God only helps those who help themselves not in the Bible,

But Aeschylus in his play The Persians wrote,

 “Whenever a man makes haste, God too hastens with him.”

 Benjamin Franklin used it in his almanac in 1736,

And Sophocles wrote, “No good e’er comes of leisure purposeless;

And heaven ne’er helps the men who will not act.” way back when,

And who has not heard, “Trust in God, but keep your powder dry”?

Does this conflict with the Bible’s view of God’s grace?

Should you wait on God to plow your field?

Should you wait God to sow the seeds?

Should you wait on God to fix your roof?

Does God’s grace say He will do these things?

What say you?

Unrequited burning desire

Unrequited burning desire

Kills the hope,

But not the desire.

Wish I had never met her,

But too late for that,

I just have to live with that shit.

She is with another now

No bad feeling for her.

Just me.

By now you would think

That I might have learned

No one owes me a thing.

But no, There I went

Putting my heart

On the line.

Fool that I am, hoping that

Just because I love

That I am loved.

Wishing as I will

Wishing as I might

I wish with all my heart

That you love




Lay At Night

Why, you ask, as you get on in years,
Does the days fly by so fast?
Why when I was a child
A day could last forever.
Well, yes it could,
Especially when you were but a day old!
A whole lifetime in a day,
But the next day it was only half a lifetime.
When you were a year old
A year become 1/365th
Of a lifetime,
At 10 1/3650th.
Look at how of your lifetime
A day is now.
Just a little fraction
Lost in all those other fractions.
But yet, a day is still a day
And a year is still a year
As you watch your children grow
Into the amazement you never dreamed.
A busy day seems to fly by
Until you look back upon it
From your rest at night
Then it seems an eternity since you arose.
A day with nothing to do,
All day long seems to drag and drag,
It just creeps along, until you look back at night
And wonder where it has gone.
It is events that build a day
Many events build a long day
One long event of hardly nothing
Builds a short day.
So fill your day with happy things
And you have a happy day.
Fill it with sad things
And you have a sad day.
It matters not, in the scheme of things.
Except to you
As you lay at night
And remember.

There Is Life and Then There is Life

A stone may move
But it has no motivation to move,
Its motion is predetermine
By preceding event.
It came to be when
Spewed from the volcano,
Then carried hence
By the great ice flow.
Animated once again
By a raging current
And left to lie
By cliff’s edge
To be pushed over the edge
In the storm’s wind.
There it lies until
It is moved once again
By a child’s hand.
So animation is not life,
The wind blows
The rain falls
The water flows
All of the laws of nature.
What then of plants?
They are alive,
Are they not?
But they do not decide.
They are but
A most marvelous
Mechanical system
Whose motions are dictated
By the same laws of nature
That control the
Motion of the stone.
By osmosis
Minerals and water
Seep into roots
Following the law of diffusion
And even distribution
It travels up the plant
Not by desire
But by law
The carbon is absorbed
By the leaves to
React with the water
To make carbohydrates
Then the law is transcended
The plant follows direction
And creates its reproduction.
Life, but no will
A plant does what a plant must do
It cannot rebel.
Then there are animals
From the lowly worm
To the mighty whale
Who gets to decide.
The worm in its wiggles under the soil
Must wiggle this way or that
And will go neither
Until it wills.
Each effort it makes
Is an act of will
But still,
It is bound to the earth
And cannot
Decide to fly
It can only spend its life
Eating, screwing, and crawling.
Now the mighty beasts
That roam the face of the earth,
Down to the tiniest of mice
After seeking and finding
Their substances
Find time to play
And enjoy
And look for someone to fuck.
And though they have will
They only live in the now
No concept of consequences
They follow their instincts
And walk into the road and die,
Fly into wind turbines, and die.
A snake cannot learn
That laying on the side of the road
Is dangerous
For it either crawl off
After a day of sunning
With no consequences,
Or it dies in its pleasure.
Then there is man

Who are we but Creatures Of Action

When someone asks you who you are how do you answer?  As a creature of action we tend to identify ourselves with our action. Ask a field and tract person who they are and they will respond that they are a runner or jumper. Ask an accountant and he will respond that he is a CPA, and so forth, a student will respond that she is a freshman as so on, ask the teacher and she will tell you that she is a professor at the college.  To identify with one action is as old as mankind. The stalker saw himself as a hunter, the fighter as a warrior.  Women accepted the role that was left to them, keeping the camp, skinning, gathering and cooking, and called them selves by the name that the tribe who gave that action called it, be it squaw or housewife.

One’s actions were once, and still are for many, limited to the action of making a living (staying alive) dominating the role the individual had to assume. As long as action is limited to the acts of survival the self-identification was limited. When one has to till the land the live long day he can only see himself as a farmer.  When one livelihood comes from the games he plays he will identify himself with those games. A Baseball Player, Football Player, Golfer and so on into the myriad of other games in which people have found to make a living. A pretender will call himself an actor; a person who gets his livelihood from a pension and Social Security will say that they are retired when asked what they do. Note that just about everything a person clams to be in one way or another reflects how they make a living. Even a housewife makes her living being a wife and a mother.

This action was and is the very essence of the individual, and to identify the self with the action was not just something the tribe imposed, as much it was something that the individual imposed upon the tribe. People tend to be proud of what they do and achieve, and they want the skill and expertise recognized by the tribe. That is why a Doctor insists on the Ph. D after his name, the X-ray techs at the hospital want to be called Technologists, the bio-medical tech wishes to be called a Technician. This is not trite, it is important because of all the time and effort they put into gaining the skills they have acquired, and want their services recognized.

Many people condemn this self-imposed identity and tell others that they must give them up, I assure you that is a lot easier to say than to do. People like to be known as a wife or a husband, a father or a mother. The names of what they do for a living gives them an identity, which can be expressed with few words but convey a wealth of information. True, we all assume different roles in our lives, at night we are the wife or husband, during the day we raise our kids and or go to work to support ourselves and our families.  However, if you ask a Dentist what he does seldom will mother or father, wife or husband is the first description given. Virtually without exception the Dentist will answer that he is a dentist, the Welder that he is a welder, the NASCAR Driver that he drives NASCARs, and this is true of just about, if not all professions.

Is this wrong? That which a person has to do well enough to support themselves has to occupy a lot of their time, both at work and after they leave work. The more satisfying and fulfilling the work is the greater the identification with the work will be. A hamburger flipper, or car-wash worker will not identify themselves with their jobs near as much as a Doctor or Lawyer will.

I am confused in my identity, I want to say I am a horse trainer when I am asked, but I also want to be an author, and a husband, an adventure, a wise man  and maybe before I die I will figure out what I want to be when I grow up.


A path is a way that shall never be trod twice.

Since we only get to set foot on the path as we trod it one step at a time, and cannot ever re-trace the path  and take the different forks, to say that another way would have been better is only speculation.

Robert Lee Frost’s “You Come Too” 1916

“I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence;

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by

And that has made all the difference.”

Now as much as I love Frost, this assertion that taking the road less traveled made all the difference could only be known if both roads had been traveled at the same time and the results compared at the end.  Each decision made opens up a completely different set of choices from which to chose then another decision would allow.  The only way to know which path would be the best path would be to walk them all and compare the outcome.

Alas this cannot be done, thus we are left with making the best decisions we can at the time with the information we have available to us.  That another is “wasting” his life is a personal opinion that really states nothing more than the observers disapproval of how that person is living their life.

To claim that another caused one to waste their life is to remove the responsibility  from that one for the decisions that they made to live the life they lived.  If we are free beings, and are not coerced into a decision by force then the good or bad that comes to us because of our decisions are own responsibility.  If we are not free beings then this speculation is pointless because then we would have no choice in the path we tread.

A path is a path because many have followed that way, had no one followed it, it would be naught but a direction with many obstacles in the way.  Our various religions are paths that have been trod by many before us, atheism is another path that some follow, but few of us get to trail blaze a path.  Jesus, Mohammed, Siddhartha, and Ron L Hubbard are four of the few who have.  Most of us track along following the way others have made.  Some of these paths are so old nobody can be said to have blazed it, Hinduism for example.  As to which past is the best is a matter of faith, not knowledge.


The Just And The Unjust

That which is born
No explanation point
Just a period.
Whether it goes
With a whimper
Or a bang,
It goes.
Death comes to the just
And to the unjust.
To the kind
And to the cruel.
Alas, all good things must pass,
But blessed be,
So must all the bad.
No matter what
This too shall pass.
The old to makes way
For the new
The new to become old.
There is nothing
New Under the sun
As the Preacher said
So long ago.
You cannot have
Your cake and eat it too.
To live the day
You must let it go on its way.
If you try to cage the wind
Sadly you will find
You can only keep air.
A breeze must be on its way.
To make a cake
You must break the eggs.
To be on your own
You must leave home.
If it comes, it comes to go,
And as Bobby said,
“He who is not busy
Being Born is busy dying”.
It will come to pass.
Know that nothing lasts
Beyond its appointed time,

If you are born to hang you cannot drown!.

True it is
That your reach
Should exceed
Your grasp,
But it is so unrealistic
To believe that you
Will grasp everything
 Reach for.
And many times you will find
Before you can reach for this
You will have to let go of that.
As you change and redefine
What it is
That you are.
You can be lucky
Or you can be wise,
For it is through mistakes
That wisdom can be found,
And if you are so lucky
As to never make mistakes
It is just a lucky fool
You will find yourself to be.
And if you do not learn
From your mistakes
You will find that
You are naught
But an unlucky fool
Trapped in making the same
Mistakes time and time again
Until you learn
A way to avoid them
And chosen a different way.
But if you take too much to heart
The adage
“Look before you leap”
You just might find
œThat he who hesitates
Is lost. It is a balance
You must find between
Impetuousness and prudence.
Enjoy the good,
Knowing that it must leave.
Endure the bad
Knowing that it also must leave.
If naught else
Death will take
It away.
And in the grave
There is no joy
No sadness or hope,
Neither tears nor laughter,
Not even the resurrection is known
Until it comes
At the end of time.
Until that day
Life is for living
Live each day as
Full as you can.
And this advice I freely give
Please look to find
As much pleasure as you can
In the mundane,
For it is in the prosaic
That you spend most of your time.

To The Victors Goes The Spoils

Three ways to look at the source history:
Accidental, Conspiratorial, and Unfolding.
By accidental things come about
Randomly, chance alone determines,
No certainties, just odd
That this will happen, this will not.
The Illuminati conspires to control
To build a New World Order
By electing the elite
To secretly serve its dictates.
Behind it all the
Unfolding of God’s Plan
The bringing of His Kingdom
And the Salvation of Man.
There is no doubt in my mind
No doubt at all
That chance is at work in the world
Chaos is its name, or Satan if you will.
He works to thwart the Unfolding
He uses the rich and poor
The elite and the common
To bring his destruction to pass.
The elite who conspire to control
Believe that death ends it all,
“Who was the fool, who the wise man, beggar or king?
Whether poor or rich, all’s the same in death.”
In every war they are on both sides.
They lend the money and get richer
Play the war for as long as it will play
Squeeze out every last nickel.
The good sons believe in the righteousness
Of their side. Hooray for our side!
And there is right, on both sides.
But to the victors goes the spoils.
And to the moneymen the profits,
Which they use to build
Their New World Order
With bribes, of riches and power.
But for those of you
Who cannot see the Unfolding
Of God’s Plan
I have this for you to contemplate.
Had Hitler, and all his atrocities,
The slaughter of 12 Million Jews
Had not occurred
Would Israel exist today?

One More

One more road to travel
One more dollar to spend
One more woman to love
Before I come to my end.
One more, for all times sake
One, to share the adventure
One, to come home with
Before the day is done.
One, to ride down the trail with
One, that will take every fork
One, that will follow every bend
Before the road comes to an end.
One more time to be loved
One more time to be cherished
One more time to be held
Before time takes me away.
One that will love me for my mind
One that will love my way with horses
One that will accept all the rest of me
Before there is an end of me.

One Last Time

One last time,
We give it one last time,
Time and time again.
Over and over again
We try it again
Just one more time.
If it’s not this
Then it is that
That sends us on our way.
Away from our ease
And the storm rages
Crashing all tranquility.
Then the wind calms
The storm subdues
And we try again.
Love ain’t easy
For those set
In their ways.
For you got your ways
And I got mine
And sometimes it seems
As if never
Will the twain meet.
Sometimes it appears
We can find
No middle ground.
And we are stuck
At odd’s ends
You on your side
Me on mine.
Frustration cries, “Quit”,
But Love dries the eyes
And screams, “Try again!”

Like An Old Freight Train

Like an old freight train

Climbing a long hard grade,

Got more load then any should claim.

He thought they had it made,


But the top of the hill

Instead of a peak

Just showed more hills,

And a hopelessness wreaks


That dammed all aspiration

Of a happy life together

Like a near stalled engine

That is dying to find an abler.


To be able to endure

The long ascension

Demanded by this amour

That she drown with bourbon


Wine, beer, and pills to hide,

To run where he could not go.

She would come to his side but then she backslides.

Over and over again, from years ago.


It seems she loved him more in the abstract,

Like the first boy she ever loved.

And now he is on this side track,

From her presents he has been saved.


He know in your heart she love him still,

But that is cold comfort compared to warm arms.

He knows that she is gone, and will have to wait until

His heart is broken from her charm.


As he wonders where and how she is,

Those thoughts leaves him so sad

That she have taken yourself so far,

But he cannot believe that in this absents she is glad.


He hears the whistle blowing,

He feels the mighty engine strain

He knows her heart is aching

For them to be together once again.


He has one task and one task only,

To stay on track, and keep his load going.

As much as he wants, and as badly

As he wants to be carried


Part of her load as well as his

This she will not allow.

Oh, but if they could but combine

What a much easier row it would be to plow.


Hers alone, even if it means they are alone.

Again and again he asks

How can she take so long

To pick up the telephone?


He keeps on my tracks and do his tasks.

He plays and goes for long walks

And his answer when anyone asks

Will she find her way to and by his side.


And if she does not, they quiry?

Well then, he responds

I am just as crazy

As the woman who got him to jump in that pond.



If I Could

I would
If I could
Do what I would.
But I can only that I can.
Wishes are not horses
And beggars don’t ride,
Pigs can’t fly
And frogs do bump their ass.
Still I ask you
Should drunks write,
Should lovers stay true?
What is right, and what is wrong?
Sometimes the hurt is
Beyond the pain
Where no pill can reach
No massage can touch.
If I could sing
I’d sing a song
But I cannot
Carry a tune in a bucket.
I would climb the highest mountain
But I have vertigo.
I would swim the widest ocean
But I cannot swim a lick.
But if I could do all that
Would it bring her back?
If she does not care
Why should I?
The best way they say
To get over a woman
Is to
Get on another one.
How can one bring to an end
To the endless
Except in a beginning
Of a new story?
O the lost
The poor lonely souls
Locked in solitude
Looking for a way out.
One is the loneliest number
One always wants to be two,
But the two have to match
Enough to become one.
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