In these pensive times, we are a way point of self-determination and self-actualization to an affirmation to all what has transpired the last eight years.  Is anyone actually happy at the lack of progress our nation has made?  The USA used to be the coolest nation and now we have shot ourselves in the foot with conspiratorial greed and manipulation.  We are in a war that no one really wants (other than the no-bid contract companies) and are losing the sense of righteousness that was so easily ours.  We used to be the good guys.  Now, a bloated remnants of what was, stuffed with gluttony, pride and greed.  There once was a sense of pride that one could feel in each city and state.  Fragmented, most care more of the winner of American Idol than the person who will represent us as president.  What happened?  Apathy for one, as we have become slaves to the illusion of fame.  It is not the Horatio Alger story that captures the imagination, or the strength of purpose, as in. "Letter to Garcia."  No, it is now the instant lottery winner, the easy pay-off, the sense of entitlement that everyone deserves to be a star, regardless if they are talented or not.  And it is this folly and reasoning that we have fallen from the status of champion.  Open your eyes people.  The sky is falling and chicken little has run away.  Answer this: at what point will you ask yourself, "enough already?"  When are we going to demand that our political leaders actually answer to their mistakes.  When are we going to force them to acquiesce to our demands.  Remember reader, this nation is of the people, by the people, and for the people.  Don't let the fantasy of TV take away your sense of freedom and liberty.  United we are strong.  United with faith, we are invincible.  The Revolution is closer than you think.  

Quiet is the Evening, Peace is full of Soul

A quiet evening, all who came to play are sleeping.  The ghost of the silence comes from the world of shadow, of mystery and pain.  It is this exclusive silence where creativity reigns.  The winds wash away our sorrows just like sin is cleansed by divine love.  We all wish for our dreams to come true, and yet there is a modicum of fear.  Can you feel the bliss, call the spirit and make the Muse yours?  Shower on me the radiance of joy, the transcendence of love and the redemption by her kiss.  I see her and all the answers are explained.  There are the small moments we share together when all seems right.  There are the moments away from her when all is not.  I cry tears from her memory, when she smiled good night last night.  I was left with the residue of her perfume, her poignent little beauty that she doesn't even realize and the way she briskly walks because she's running late.  It's like dancing.  When a woman has her own style, an independence from forced fashion, and a voice that is unique unto itself, she has grace.  

She has true beauty and her beauty is sublime.   

Music is in the heat and soul

Night reflects the cool moon that shimmers above me.  It is robust and full, but hidden behind the various clouds that pass lazily by.  It is cool, not cold, but cool enough to feel the air.  It is quiet, but not too quiet, the kind of silence that is cause for concern.  Today's burden is of quaint design.  I no longer feel the pain of today's petty frustrations and lost moments.  Does one notice those little moments that maybe the right word, the phrasing or glance may have changed a conversation's outcome?  Is it so easy to recall what could have been or what should have been. The ipod is plugged in, and I am tuned out.  The songs dance in my head and some of them remind me of simple, happier times.  I am not the nostalgic type- at all.  I deplore most sentiment because clinging to the past negates the present.  It is the present we live in after all, the past is only a memory.  Memories are like a double-edged sword- they are a constant to what was, but also can bind us to that- like a trap, and there is no key or password that can relinquish their power to sway one's fancy and whims.  It is the present we live in, the current, evolving, constant and most alive present.  That is the power and grace we strive for.  The past is really gone, the future is so close, but not here yet.  It is the tease that can also divert us from the living moment.  The future is like a most beautiful woman, seductive and tempting, within arms reach but really not accessible.  So we stare at her forgetting where we are as the seconds whittle away to hours.  

I speak to this moment because this moment is all I have.  I am blessed with riches and good health.  I enjoy the solitude of this moment writing.  It is because seclusion brings out my voice, that voice that whispers to me in a most unconventional way.  Its a musical voice.  There is melody and cadence and constant rhythm.  There are notes and words and a particular beauty because the music is mine.  Notice that with music we claim it like no other art.  You can own a painting but it's not really yours.  You can own a library but the books are available to all.  Music can be purchased by anyone, and yet, we claim songs as ours.  They resonate to us, they sing to us and represent a moment, a feeling that is unique and individual only to us.  And the feelings last forever, they are imprinted on our consciousness with an exactness like mathematics.  

It is getting colder and I am getting sleepy.  I shall continue this post.  Angel of the Divine Sword?  Part of another story.