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Originally posted on Stumbling along the sidewalk:

I have seen a lot of buzz and opinions posted on the internet this week about the historic changes that have happened, and are still coming about in the U.S. I figured I would add my two cents as well, now that I’ve had some time to process it all.

I know that many of my Southern friends are upset about the Confederate flags coming down, but I really think it is a no-brainer, and it should have happened long ago, like at the end of the 19th Century or something. I don’t know if Southern states have been flying them all along or not, but I really think it is a crime against humanity to try to retain anything reminiscent of the Confederacy, except in a museum. You can go there to celebrate your heritage, not parade it around like it was something positive, because for black people, it…

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I have seen a lot of buzz and opinions posted on the internet this week about the historic changes that have happened, and are still coming about in the U.S. I figured I would add my two cents as well, now that I’ve had some time to process it all.

I know that many of my Southern friends are upset about the Confederate flags coming down, but I really think it is a no-brainer, and it should have happened long ago, like at the end of the 19th Century or something. I don’t know if Southern states have been flying them all along or not, but I really think it is a crime against humanity to try to retain anything reminiscent of the Confederacy, except in a museum. You can go there to celebrate your heritage, not parade it around like it was something positive, because for black people, it is a crying shame. It is a symbol of a time when an African people were robbed of everything by the greed of a country that had no shame, of immense cruelty, of stripping them of every right they had, including family, property, and even their name. It’s way past time for us all to appreciate that.

Now, as far as the marriage equality debate, I have to admit, like most people, it has taken me a long time to come around. I think it is only within the last ten years that our culture has really gotten to the point where we understand that two people can love each other, no matter what their sexual orientation. I think most of us grew up with the idea that alternative sexual orientation was a kind of deviancy that was to be avoided at all costs, joked about, teased mercilessly, etc. But I see now that it is not just about sex, but more about gender identity. Most people probably don’t even think about it. But it is an important and necessary distinction to make. Yes, sex is involved in the relationship, I imagine, although, like in heterosexual marriage, that is none of our business. I am still processing it all, too. It is about a committed, sacred relationship. It is about love. Everyone deserves that.

I wanted to say a few words about the Bible, as well. Although, for Fundamentalists, and many Evangelicals,  arguing is like beating your head against a wall, I wanted to try, for those who are on the fence, or, possibly struggling with these issues. The Bible mentions slavery in passing in the New Testament, not sure where else, or of the verse, but I think it is Paul who encourages slaves to obey their masters, and masters to treat their slaves well. Anyone who thinks this is a justification of slavery is fooling themselves. It is a matter of fact statement, relative to only the culture at the time, because slaves were common then. It does not say slavery in itself is right, or that it is good. It was just how things were. The world had not evolved to even consider that question yet, and neither did the Apostle Paul. Just because it is mentioned in the Bible does not mean that culture cannot move on from that point and improve and grow. It’s ridiculous to think that way. If in doubt, see the commands to the people of Israel all over the Old Testament, and specifically in Exodus. Muslims, check the Koran. All the holy scriptures were originally written to apply to a specific time and place, not for everyone, and not for all time.

Lastly, an appeal to more common sense concerning this same issue. The Bible talks a lot about lust. It is all over the place. The main reference in the Book of Romans mentions lust, as well. Is it love that the Bible prohibits, or is it lust? I think that most people, without even checking, can answer that. Lust is dangerous. It gets us into all kinds of trouble. We can all relate to that. We have all been there. But the Bible talks a lot about love, too. Jesus, especially, mentions it over and over. Paul says it a lot, too. You really can’t mount an argument against love. If you can, I would hate to be you. Who would want to argue with love? Marriage Equality is about love, not lust. People don’t want to get married so they can have sex. They want commitment, relationship, support, and equality under the law, with all the rights from the government that come with that. How can you deny them that? Why would you want to? If you have a personal hang up about it, keep it to yourself. That’s your issue. Give people freedom and equality. It is their God-given right. Leave others alone. It’s really none of your business, anyway.

JUST A QUICK BIT ON LOVE

Posted: June 27, 2015 in Uncategorized

gsb3:

Wonderful thoughts. Very touching.

Originally posted on FLASHLIGHT CITY BLUES:

It’s amazing to be alive on a day where love has been allowed to be free. Have you ever been told you’re not allowed to love someone the way you want to? Have you ever been denied that you could actually love someone? The problem with trying to contain love is it can’t be done. The more you push back on love the closer it will embrace you. This is where I find my hope for humanity. Freedom, beauty, truth and love – and the beautiful thing is today’s ruling to make gay marriage legal in all fifty states will make this country more free, more beautiful, more truthful and of course more full of love. I am beyond elated. Let us not put down our hearts just yet. Let us keep fighting for that which is unarguably good. Let us carry a torch that will light all the dark…

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Money, Money, Money

Posted: June 25, 2015 in Poetry

Money, money, money.

Time ensnared, body in chains…

No, not really, not ever, not quite.

I never really know

How that really feels,

So, I shouldn’t say that.

But, sometimes, I feel

Like there is an invisible

Ball and chain

Around my leg,

In my office.

No, I don’t really know

What that feels like, I know,

But, do you ever feel like that?

Because you have to be there?

Because you have to pay your bills?

I know, I have it very good.

I shouldn’t complain.

There are lots of benefits

That come with my job.

I know, I have it very easy,

Compared to many others.

So, perhaps, it is wrong

For me to complain.

But, just for the moment,

Please, indulge me.

After all, I live in a country,

In which some seem to think,

It is their right to hate.

It is their right to discriminate.

It is their right to enslave.

It is their right to provide

A small amount of benefits,

Or, none at all,

In return for very hard work,

With little pay,

With no leave,

With no insurance.

Am I too far off?

Am I wrong, after all,

To bring up the fact,

That it is on the broken backs of those

Who produce the labor,

To earn the dollars

That fill the pockets

Of those at the very top,

While leaving very little

For the rest of us?

What is wrong with this picture?

SALT

Posted: June 20, 2015 in Poetry

gsb3:

Loved, this. Wonderful. Deja vu of Whitman.

Originally posted on FLASHLIGHT CITY BLUES:

i won’t
tell you not to
cry
but take
your salt water
and make
it an ocean
and chop down the fences
around your
summer home heart
and make a
boat
and sail to me
sail
to wherever if
not me
than sail into the sun
sail into
dreams that you’ve had
or dream
of the dreams you’ve yet to
dream
because there are planets in the vastness
of your rattling rib cage
and there
are planets
in the vastness of each breath
you swallow
and each you return to fill the space
you left behind
and each penny on the ground
is a child
waiting to be born
we think our thoughts and they kind of
swish around like mouthwash
for a minute
there
and
then when we’re done we spit them
out
into the great rusty pipes of the world
and these baby crocodile ideas
get into the

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Rambling Reflections

Posted: May 22, 2015 in "Unpoetry"

Packed prevent attack tacked on

Taste waste find friends bend not

Mend yourself tend to trite concerns

Lie your truth a mess test the list goes

On and on lasts forever tinker tell

Well right you might be you are wrong

So silently rank and detain file stick

Lacking in step lock your doors

Demand a tour round and rind real

Divulge peel ding dang strange Ralph

Linger tingle triangle whoosh liven up

Your Christmas tree gatherings with

Torches to burn them at the stake

Why not you are a good and

Upstanding KKK supporter,

You pay your dues,

You lynch right from the pew,

You falsify the truth,

You find a new way to justify a lie,

You run from the real reason

You believe the way you do.

Don’t we all? Well, maybe not,

But there are many like you.

They keep coming out of the

Woodwork around here,

It’s getting crazy!

Do you feel the tension?

Speak to me!

Tyrants and Tasmanian devil-

Worshippers contain a grain of truth,

But, no more, I’m sure.

We all grow apart eventually.

We all find other pursuits

To tickle our fancy.

I want to wet my whistle.

Let’s call a truce between the youths.

Let’s make up rays of sunshine Blues.

Let’s tease the bit of softening blows

To the head, the throat, the back,

The lungs. Where do you like it?

Anytime. Anyplace. Wherever it’s

Convenient, of course.

Democracy No More

Posted: May 22, 2015 in Poetry

Open brawls over political issues,

Discrimination justified by the state,

Bigotry disguised as morality,

Class warfare in every paycheck,

Every tax return, every law passed,

Every corporation exempted,

Every big bank profit,

Every new star of the fascist regime.

When will it all end, or,

Is it just getting started?

This game has gone on long enough.

Can’t people understand

That these things are wrong?

This is not Nazi Germany, after all.

It would seem that some

Would like it that way.

After all, didn’t Hitler

Consider himself a good Catholic?

The ways things are going,

We may just see the same type

Next election, in the White House.

Pitiful

Posted: May 20, 2015 in Poetry

Days fly by, faster than we can fathom.

Seems as though, we never catch up,

What seems important one day,

Is quickly forgotten the next.
Is there peace and rest for the weary?

Is there compassion for those in pain?

Is there healing for wounded souls,

Broken bodies, aching hearts?
Seems the world doesn’t stop to wait

For those who straggle behind,

Hanging on a whisper of hope,

Clinging to a hint of mercy.
Is there a chance for all of us?

Can we all rise to our potential?

Or are we lost in the details,

The number crunching, the cut backs?
Maybe our hopes must be exchanged

For less shiny, impressive outcomes.

Maybe, when it comes to the end,

We are not even remembered.
“Who are you, again?” they ask.

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

“Oh, you really worked for me,

For thirty years, you say?”
“Wow, that’s a long time!

Funny, I don’t remember you.”

Yes, funny, not ha, ha.

Not silly, not kidding, not joking.
Dead serious.

What do we really hope for?

What is our goal?

If it’s happiness, we can forget it.

Bluesman

Posted: May 16, 2015 in Poetry

gsb3:

Inspiring thoughts about an inspiring man…

Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics:

"B.B. King" Painting by Yuriy Shevchuk From redbubble.com “B.B. King”
Painting by Yuriy Shevchuk
From redbubble.com

(Regarding B.B. King)

wailing strings worried
by hard-living fingers
adroit at interpreting
pain giving soul-stirring
sound to men’s failures
of heart to the common
afflictions of spirit the
cry of dreams dashed
upon rocks of experience

oh what a sound a guitar
that would weep with a
purity like to no other

a voice coarse with gravel
and sand the erosions
of merciless time grinding
harshly on hopes leaving
taste of men’s troubles
to suffer the tongue
lamentations in words
turned to lyrics that sob
with regret for what’s lost

oh what a sound raising up
the low feelings of sadness
to high art unlike any other

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Sweet Addiction

Posted: May 16, 2015 in Poetry

gsb3:

So true…

Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics:

"Coffee" Painting by Mark Kazav From artid.com “Coffee”
Painting by Mark Kazav
From artid.com

luxurious liquid

of mornings

a smooth silky brown

deep as pools of

Italian-born eyes

rich aromas of lush

equatorial mountains

a taste that transmits

to the brain

a warm wakening

opens receptors

to savory words

of an organic muse

here is stimulus

eagerly drawn

from the pleasure of

daily familiar routine

creativity found

in each sip

ingenuity plumbed

from each swallow

a gentle dependency

bearing the traits

of a vice that

by my lights

conforms to a virtue

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