A Real Renaissance
I’ve often wondered what the world and our country would be like today if we responded to the call for aide to Afghanistan when the Mujahideen expelled the Soviets, but were incapable of securing the peace, their government crumbled, clean water and food supplies dwindled and tribal leaders began their grab for power. 600,000 Afghani’s died in the conflict and at least another 100,000 on the way to Taliban rule. I won’t go into the numbers since the beginning of Taliban rule, but this reflection reminds me so often of the possibilities a better world. Could our Aide and assistance have possibly prevented Sept. 11th? Would the bunker of terrorism manifested in the mountain caves if things had been just a little different. Would the vile hate and destructive indifference have existed if our faces had been present in a country we unloaded truckload upon truckload of weapons if afterwards we remembered to unload truckload upon truckload of clean water or food or tools to restabalize government. Today, now, I’m asking some of these same questions with a different spin. What is going to happen with Somali Terrorists 10-20 years from now? Do the terrorists of Somalia who escape the conditions on the horn see how the Western World lives and what do they think of America? Are they educated, charismatic or determined enough to lead a fundamentalist movement against the “free world.” Will their people follow vilianous hate, or will there be a large enough and sophisticated enough cell of extremists to develops plots that blame the US and seek to exact revenge? Will the roots of our nation’s soil shake again with destruction like it did on September 11th, 2001? Will we know who did it, where they are hiding, and how to win a war that not only defeats terror, but rebuilds and tries to stabalize a nation far beyond the average conditions any of our people think is acceptable? Will we see sacrifice far exceeding the number of lives lost and dollars spent then we ever hoped we would have to lose or spend? So I wonder. Can the greatest nation on the face of this earth really ignore thousands upon millions of lives decending into chaos, scrambling for the slightest ounce of food, desperate for hydration and losing a whole generation of good fathers, mothers, and children: because it always seems like the best people with the kindest hearts are the true victims of such devastation? I don’t have the answers. I don’t think anyone on this earth does, but I know what my heart tells me. I know what I’ve seen, how I’ve been shaped and who I am. I can’t ignore it. I won’t ignore it. God has given all of us an infinite amount of opportunity to do good. It doesn’t start here or there. It is everywhere. It is my belief that when this nation turns it heart to the amazing potential of love that we are at our greatest. The help we send around the world inspires aide within our borders. The generosity of our spirit inspires generosity of policy. We recognize the interconnected relationships that bind us all not just to humanity and one another, but to God. That is the world I dream about, but my world disappears when I wake to the questions of the world I see. So when I wake tomorrow, I will have to ask myself, how can I make my dream a reality?

I’ve often wondered what the world and our country would be like today if we responded to the call for aide to Afghanistan when the Mujahideen expelled the Soviets, but were incapable of securing the peace, their government crumbled, clean water and food supplies dwindled and tribal leaders began their grab for power. 600,000 Afghani’s died in the conflict and at least another 100,000 on the way to Taliban rule. I won’t go into the numbers since the beginning of Taliban rule, but this reflection reminds me so often of the possibilities a better world. Could our Aide and assistance have possibly prevented Sept. 11th? Would the bunker of terrorism manifested in the mountain caves if things had been just a little different. Would the vile hate and destructive indifference have existed if our faces had been present in a country we unloaded truckload upon truckload of weapons if afterwards we remembered to unload truckload upon truckload of clean water or food or tools to restabalize government. Today, now, I’m asking some of these same questions with a different spin. What is going to happen with Somali Terrorists 10-20 years from now? Do the terrorists of Somalia who escape the conditions on the horn see how the Western World lives and what do they think of America? Are they educated, charismatic or determined enough to lead a fundamentalist movement against the “free world.” Will their people follow vilianous hate, or will there be a large enough and sophisticated enough cell of extremists to develops plots that blame the US and seek to exact revenge? Will the roots of our nation’s soil shake again with destruction like it did on September 11th, 2001? Will we know who did it, where they are hiding, and how to win a war that not only defeats terror, but rebuilds and tries to stabalize a nation far beyond the average conditions any of our people think is acceptable? Will we see sacrifice far exceeding the number of lives lost and dollars spent then we ever hoped we would have to lose or spend? So I wonder. Can the greatest nation on the face of this earth really ignore thousands upon millions of lives decending into chaos, scrambling for the slightest ounce of food, desperate for hydration and losing a whole generation of good fathers, mothers, and children: because it always seems like the best people with the kindest hearts are the true victims of such devastation? I don’t have the answers. I don’t think anyone on this earth does, but I know what my heart tells me. I know what I’ve seen, how I’ve been shaped and who I am. I can’t ignore it. I won’t ignore it. God has given all of us an infinite amount of opportunity to do good. It doesn’t start here or there. It is everywhere. It is my belief that when this nation turns it heart to the amazing potential of love that we are at our greatest. The help we send around the world inspires aide within our borders. The generosity of our spirit inspires generosity of policy. We recognize the interconnected relationships that bind us all not just to humanity and one another, but to God. That is the world I dream about, but my world disappears when I wake to the questions of the world I see. So when I wake tomorrow, I will have to ask myself, how can I make my dream a reality?

To enema or not to enema. What do you think girls?

To enema or not to enema. What do you think girls?

lunaoki:

Relinquish by leliophelia

lunaoki:

Relinquish by leliophelia

A RealRenaissance original

Flatlines as I fall into moon night

ask tomorrow

if today would last on broken dreams

never it seems but I lament your loss

only miles left on the clock

my journey your journey our

our our

our

shit what is ours

the moon the sky or nights vapor embrace

the space

this s p a c e of existence reflects our calm

I palm your head to my chest

weak with life so afraid

promises of later days

together forever like naive tales

or were they tails

we chased away

who knows

still the anger fucks my eyes

blood stained sight

the night is closing upon your heart

lovelorn wanderings through corn mazes

the hazes like watching planes fly

pumped dry with aggression

this obsession wrought on iron’s blade

pinned to your wrists

my fists full of emptiness

yet tremors slip inside

we hide from adulterated kisses

as we steal this night

your fright is all well and good

but your love like mine

misunderstood

I’d ask you to turn

but you slip away

when tears drip to vernal shores

my mind falls on you

as time kicks back

you are losing

are you lost

when silence stills your resistence

was it worth it

your fight

I can’t hold it down 

the darkness takes your eyes

when peace shakes

your breast

please rest still on my hip

shhh, I think its time

but first

can I part your lips

one last time

as you

you my love

flatline

can I hold you close

into the light

as I fall

fall deep into moon night?

clubkayden:

Plank

The sleep would spit you out into mornings that were so harsh you would stay behind with the rustle of the tent, all of the canvas and the weatherproofing, still slick with dream and the sound of the sleeping bag rubbing on itself. Then you would know where you were and slowly come back…

All is lost never to be foundWhen the tears fill up my eyes and no one is aroundI feel like I’m slipping outside myselfAs the water rushes all over me and tears fill up in my eyesAnd I feel like I could cryIf I had the breath I’d screamWhy is this happeningI feel like I’m slipping outside myselfAs the water rushes all over me and tears fill up in my eyesWhy is this happeningI feel like I’m slipping outside myselfAs the water rushes all over me and tears fill up in my eyes

All is lost never to be found
When the tears fill up my eyes and no one is around

I feel like I’m slipping outside myself
As the water rushes all over me and tears fill up in my eyes

And I feel like I could cry
If I had the breath I’d scream
Why is this happening
I feel like I’m slipping outside myself

As the water rushes all over me and tears fill up in my eyes
Why is this happening

I feel like I’m slipping outside myself
As the water rushes all over me and tears fill up in my eyes

The filtered masculine eye sees this everyday. I always wondered what my female students saw when I was up at the board.

The filtered masculine eye sees this everyday. I always wondered what my female students saw when I was up at the board.

nadlythenarwhal:

salemthepussycat:

This is your moment. The right time is NOW!

I used to hide notes like this everywhere! Suddenly, I can’t shake the suspicion that that was one I hid………

nadlythenarwhal:

salemthepussycat:

This is your moment. The right time is NOW!

I used to hide notes like this everywhere! Suddenly, I can’t shake the suspicion that that was one I hid………

Don’t worry. It won’t take long you’ll see it.

Don’t worry. It won’t take long you’ll see it.

marigoldandmuse:

This is so wonderful to me…
thenextstation:

I just rediscovered my .pdf facsimile copy of Des imagistes.
There goes all hope of me being productive this evening.

marigoldandmuse:

This is so wonderful to me…

thenextstation:

I just rediscovered my .pdf facsimile copy of Des imagistes.

There goes all hope of me being productive this evening.