Slippery Slope…

We have taken another step on the slippery slope in the journey from democracy to authoritarian rule.   We have seen the discredit of the free press, we have seen the efforts to shape the courts, we have seen and continue to experience the conspiracy theories borne out in the individual personality wrapped in paranoia that is beating back a supposed deep-state.  Furthermore, data and science and truth is lost to political context, everything is seen in the context of for or against.  Division is the state of the dis-union.  Now the next step, secret police.  Secret federal police, part of political theater.  In the context of “law and order”… neither is being achieved.  The law is broken, without accountability.  This is not policing, this is provocative theater, creating fear and division.   How can there be accountability when there are no name tags on paramilitary being deployed in the streets, completely unwelcome by the leaders of a community?  What do arrests mean, when there is no “lawful” authority established?   How can tear gassing mothers aligned to encourage peaceful protest and discourage violence be justified as a deescalation?  It is quite the opposite.   What about the video of a Navy Veteran being beaten and pepper sprayed because he asked to talk to the “secret police”, is this what we think democracy looks like?  Is this what we believe the right to assemble, and the right to free speech means?  And then who are these men in fatigues, with weapons and helmets that are part of this slide to authoritarian rule?

But let’s not mince words, because when combined with tolerance for neo-Nazi white-supremacist, it is clear that this slippery slope is really a backward slide toward fascism.

Beware the next steps: the intentional limitations on voting, the ratcheting of fear mongering, and then the final invalidation of democratic election results.
Wake-up America!

Dreams of a Certain Age…

 

Dreams of a Certain Age

Dreams of all-ages inform, and develop our fears
Develop our present,  fill out our futures
Adjust our memories of great and past glories
Or may feed the monster, our anxieties

We should be able to use them as we need
throughout life as a measure of ourselves
As a measure of how we fit into the world
Of the past, present and the future

Dreams of youth are for envisioning
A future-future, a world possible 
Seeing oneself in that future
Accomplishments, purposed glories, and joys

Dreams of a middle-age are for envisioning
A present-future for us and our children
Accomplishments for the family, however defined
And for higher and greater purpose and joys

Dreams of later-age are for envisioning
A present state of mind, a preservation of memories
To allow for shared-dreams of a state-of-mind
Beyond body present, but for purpose of peace and joy

To Be Known…

To Be Known

With all the fractures and failings
With no side-guards and railings
With all the anxiety and worries
And yet all the stories and glories
As a package of many experiences
Of who I am, beyond appearances
Except in these inadequate words I write
Or the dreams playing in the dark of night
And the time of thought all alone
I explore that Id I’ve ever known
Beyond the image of what I am
To the heart and soul of what I am
Requiring love-sharing to be shown
And it’s quiet return for me to be known

 

 

Espresso…

Lately I’ve been thinking of a word and then I write what that word leads me to write… I did that with Anonymity, Choices, and Taste… today I awoke with a word in my mind I seldom use anymore, as I don’t have a machine, and I don’t go out for coffee… the word is Espresso…

Espresso

Exotic gift from Angelo
To the voluminous coffee world
Creamy, nutty, and oily
The scent of coffee and cigars
Occurs in a crazy mix of the mind
Bitter, and sweet as dark chocolate
And a name to match, espresso
It will survive sugar, just wounded, but
Milk, or cream will drown to death
Angelo’s coffee dream

*Angelo Moriondo invented the espresso coffee machine in 1884, Luigi Bezzera made several improvements in 1901…

Masks and Politics… who knew?

How could Masks be so political?   Current polls show that 96% of Democrats wear masks, while 66% of Republicans wear masks… is Political leadership the cause of this, or is political bias the outcome of those considering if they should wear masks?

I think Mr. Trump should embrace Masks and save lives… He could have engaged his base with MAGA masks!  We all would benefit.

I think that Biden could have his own Biden Masks… we all would benefit.

Masks are uncomfortable, but a ventilator is far more uncomfortable, so much so that you must be in a coma to wear it.  I’d rather wear a mask and social distance.

 

Pine Needles have a point…

Pine Needles

Seemingly delicate and thin
Deceptively sturdy and precisely
And singularly straight collectors
Of rain drops at each needle point
Sparkling like diamonds in the still
Of misty morning refreshing the day
Waiting for the whisper of the wind
To shake them free of their diamonds,
Their adornment so then they can sing
Each with the resonance
Of their singularly straight and uniform length
A miracle of evergreen and ancient providence
Never jealous of the oak and maple colors
There to hold too the snowflakes that collect
In the winter and shine with the white of purity
In the perfect role of palace guards
Protecting the bounty of cones that ensure
The future, the evergreen future

Thoughts on Taste…

Taste

Taste, may be delightfully delicious and new
Then again it may sour your point-of-view
Or rather pleasing to your mind’s eye
Or else make bitter your tongue fly
A sign of refinement and class
Or courage of flavor in a glass
And maybe joy of salty and sweet 
Dressed up carefully pretty and neat
Taste tied to excellent olfactory senses
And social awareness and good graces
Tastes are sometimes good, sometimes bad
And you’ll get a special treat if you’re a good lad
And a taste of soap if you swear
Or print with stripes you wear
In enormously bad taste
Because you dressed in such a haste
Or forgot to savor and sip your wine
While considering another tasteless rhyme

 

 

Thoughts on Choices…

Choice

Could it be
That whence one has one
One wants the other
As much as
One wanted the former?

Does a choice
Versus, no choice
Imply inherent
Wealth? 

If a choice
Is made by chance
Of coin flip
Is it really a choice?

Does not
Advice on choice

Just presents a
New choice 
On advice?

Okay.. Just decide… 

 

 

Anonymity…

 

Anonymity 

It’s hard to know who you are
If you never reach for your star
If you never say your piece
Or sign anything more than a lease
And have an opinion you never share
Even though you privately do care
Seeking someone to say for you
That you want something new
That the world could really change
If your words could just be rearrange
Maybe your thoughts are needed
And we’d be better off
               if your words were heeded
But no one may know all you think
If you don’t occasionally make a stink
Yet it seldom matters much today
Because they don’t listen anyway 
As anonymity of the masses rule
Forwarding some mindless drool
That you know is about winning a game
And it’s all done without label or name

 

 

Long Hair…

 

Long Hair

For 40 years it was all about looking as if I belonged
To a world of business of results and performance
On a stage, I had to perform, say the right things
Do the right things, make the best-right decision possible
Sometimes make lives miserable, just to allow a business survive
Recover from so many mistakes and persist and pretend I had answers… and convince, convince everyone… so,
I had to look the part, wear the right clothes and grooming
Then, suddenly I don’t
Then, there’s a pandemic
And so it goes
Long pants seem ridiculous and unneeded
And there are dozens of ties with nothing to do but gather dust
If I’m not wearing exercise shoes, who needs a pair of sox
Button down shirts are an anarchism
Haircuts don’t happen because they are dangerous
But I’ve come to remember the 70’s and long hair
And for the first time in decades the wind has something to move
But it never quite looks the same… and so
I’m told I look ridiculous… which, I have little doubt is true
Thus it’s time to find a new barber as the world has changed
And the barber on the corner is gone, sadly
And my hair continues to grow… a good thing I suppose
But by tomorrow, my long hair will be no more!

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