Barely SmarterYou're only barely smarter than you think you are.I don't always show up directly to parties. Mostly I show up accidentally, perhaps with a friend that I know, and then have a good time with people who are laughing or smoking or drinking tea or other refreshing beverages, eating amazing delicacies from their kitchen or culture, and sharing ideas.There has absolutely never been any country in the world that I have had the good fortune to visit, that I DIDN'T find most aspects wonderful, no matter what the government was doing or not doing, even my country of origin. Most governments are very supporting to their people in the way they have known how. I've noticed they very often work very hard at it. I sometimes feel I would bow at the feet of beggars and kings.Mostly I just look to keep the mice and street cats from fighting too much. *laughs*J.
The Kids Are Alright 3Meanwhile, the secret machinations behind the scenes of "democracy" are at work as if The Cold War never ended. We sell arms to tribesmen, then double-cross them and watch our towers fall. "How dare they attack our Empire!", we wonder, idiotically. Our obvious inattention to realistic outcomes is staggering, and now our countries stagger themselves, like punch-drunk prize-fighters, because we forgot basic maths, economics, human rights, and moral philosophy all at the same time! No, terror is not credible, it is disgusting, but there IS a twisted logic behind it. We reap what we sow. And whereas our official policy used to be that "We will not treat with terrorists." We always DID behind the scenes. We do it openly now. The CIA is now, according to senator John McCain, in Syria training rebels, some of whom have posted videos of beheadings and lining up those heads of their conquests on bookshelves as trophies. This is the lev
DamageDamage,Light dims with your name.I wonder, "When will labyrinthine lifeBegin to look the sameAs in those lavish, temperate, island daysOf lyric tropic restfulness,Remembered, as a youthful halcyon breath,Now shattered into jagged voidsOf sharp, suffocating helplessness?"Timelessly, they slip away,Those rays of rife intensity,Into cat grey clouds encroachingAt the ending of my day.These broken shores of amnestyAre sinking in the wavesBlowing in on frequencies,In recognizable synchronicity,But hard to navigate.Damage, you lay me down so low.You try so hard to wrest from meSome priceless thing you'll never know,A precious, tested balanceAgainst the undertow.But I am a hamon line on a blade so fine,So sharp, it cuts so swift and deep,Through everything you are, old friend,And knowledge is my keep.I know it isn't really true;These nightmares that you put me throughCan never drag me down for long;I've always been the stronger,And you are possibly alarmedThat y
Rock Star.I had a friend growing up that was so cool and funny we used to nearly wet our pants coming up with interesting ideas how we were going to change the world or die trying. He grew up with a guitar or two. i remember the first, the second, and so on, Some asshole ripped one off and your name is bleached, pal. Run scared, bro. But in smoky rooms we Wrote the new history of Rock and roll. For ill-concieved teen age political reasons life kept us apart. I almost can't even do "Rock" anymore. I can barely find the Heart. No pun intended.When we rocked we rocked. When we rolled we rolled.You had better believe we paid for in all ways.I hope you appreciate it anyway... His name was Steve W. but that was never the point. I wish you could have met him. I want you to meet Rock And Roll. I still do it for him and our friends.--JedOk, So "Steve" is legendary in the minds of all who knew him.I met him on the bus.