Jump roping my tongue.

Narrowly avoiding the words that are in my mind to say.
They cling to my voice, avoiding the breath that will carry them out.

It's not a frog in my throat... its these silly words.
Tearing up everything else I say, making my words the husks of what they once were.
Now hollowed words by my reserve, but once hallowed words by the subject matter.

Random one-liners.

The faster we walk, the faster we fall.

It gets so quiet in here, no one but me hears my screaming.

The beauty of the night was enraptured in her eyes.

To glimpse into her eyes was like staring into the sun.

Halo burned retinas were the outcome of her presence.

The love we offer to others is more pure when given without want of reciprocation.

The hurdles we jump, only make us better at jumping.

To touch the sky, all you need to do is reach.

We sometimes forget how great we are meant to be.

If we were really to contemplate reality, we would not look towards the earth and the senses we feel; but towards the Eternal Essence which is in us all.

My sense of self just made a reappearance.... Excuse me as I smash him to bits.

The powder on marshmallows always makes my teeth feel sticky.

Homeboy es solo.

Usted es la respuesta a mis plegarias.

Sometimes, I let myself forget who I'm waiting for. I don't mean to.

I can feel you in the air.


You are the rain, I am dry ground waiting to receive you,


~J.M. Zakrzewski

The Four S's: slavery, secession, segregation and now socialism.

(Partially written in Nov, partially written today 5-24)

So, I'm currently reading Gone With the Wind, and there is a fact in there that I believe most of the United States has forgotten, if they ever knew it to begin with... I know my knowledge of it was very limited.

Up until the point of reading this novel, I had heard it rumored that Martin Luther King Jr and many early black leaders, for that matter, were Republicans, never quite understanding why. Now I totally do.
I know this is a fictitious book, and I'm not making a decision solely on it's content... but I saw some an interesting similarity that can be applied to our day.

Don't get me wrong, Democrats now aren't as cold hearted as they once were, they don't (openly or maybe even consciously) try to enslave people, but are still the same basic party...They are still for the little guy... but let's look back on the history real quick... During the Civil War, the majority of these "little guys" who were Democrats, were ex-plantation and slave owners. People who once made a very healthy living off of the the real little guy's sweat and work. They were now as poor and destitute as the slaves they once kept, and were now looking for anything they could get. Sure, they would help the slaves alright.... the way they had before.

So, it now became obvious to me why these ex slaves were republican.
Flash forward to our time, and the same thing is happening, only on both sides...everyone is for 'the little guy', but I've only seen $250 from this ENORMOUS 700 TRILLION dollar stimulus. and somehow, they have tricked the masses into arguing over which side is better as both sides steal our freedoms a bit more blatantly each time, but we seem to let them, and even help them at times.

Like, right now. Our current administration is currently the largest spending administration.... EVER in America's 200 some-odd years. If I do recall, not long ago many (myself included) were complaining about the spending habits of the Bush administration as being over-extravagant. That was two full terms (8 years), and here we are barely pushing 6 months of the first year of this... and we already have a proposed spending budget rivaling the past 200 years, COMBINED!

If the powers that be don't have us in the position they want... it will only get worse.
Understand me, I think we would be in the same type of trouble no matter who had won the election. My point is, just like the slaves in civil war days, there are some today who are complacent with their lot, they willfully give up what is theirs, and if that is what they want so be it. But there are still others (I like to include myself in this group.) who see things differently. Just like those first republicans, I believe we need to create a new type of party.

KRS-One said something in a documentary I recently watched that has really stuck with me... I'm paraphrasing from memory so excuse me if I'm a bit off...
He said, If you go to a Burger King, and get crummy food, you have to go through a chain of command, kinda like our gov't. First you have a guy at the counter, the cook, then a manager, etc. If you can't get help from all the people you see, you need to speak to the franchise owner, the elusive face behind the guy, behind the manager behind the counter.

I say that is all well and good, and I may label myself in doing so, but how about we save all this hassle over a lousy whopper, and get some real, wholesome food?
Ya dig?

I know, big talk from the guy at home behind his computer, am I right?...
But, I think there are enough of us, that we could do it..
Maybe I just have visions of grandeur for America... but I think it important, especially this Memorial Day, not only do we need to remember those who have served in the armed forces, but also those patriots and freethinkers that came before us.
We get so caught up in the idea of being right, that we forget to keep our guard up.
We need to be "as wise as serpents, yet without sin."

You may be asking yourself, "Why am I reading this, Justin?"
And I'll just say that if you have stuck with me thus far, I hope I do not disappoint, if I do disappoint, drop me a line. I live for criticism.
If you say nothing, I'll keep telling myself I'm wonderful... so you take THAT, to your chagrin or your approval.

Let me digress from my self-righteous rant, we need to keep in mind what we are doing, and our true motives for doing them
Are we doing the things we do because they are right, or are we doing them because we want to be 'right'?
The Tao te Ching teaches that "there is no way to peace.
Peace is the way to peace."
It is the same with 'Change' (or anything). There is no way to 'change', no politician could or would ever offer it. (Too much is at stake for him.)
WE must become the change we seek.

The tree does not look to the elements for it's growth, only for sustenance. The growth comes from within itself.
We need to look at politicians, not as a catalyst that spawns change, and at random intervals.... but as a solid tool that works in our hands.

Then, at least we could get a better tool, and maybe finish the job we started.





(And, don't think that pun was lost on me just 'cause I didn't mention it.) Tool. lol :)

This poem just barges into my emotions when I hear it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=701r7an3bjk

Anis Mojgani is amazing.

"I don't fight, drink, or love... but these days I find myself thinking of all three."

____________

When I hear about the uncertainty that you have,
when I see the way your hands grasp when you feel your ground giving way.
It is then that I wish to tell you to try and loosen your grip.
Your frenzied fingers work against you.

To reach for a falling feather is counter-productive, you only push it further away.

Do not hang on to a dying idea.
Allow that which is decaying to fall and lie where it may.
The compost of old ideas give life to the new.

Don't let the weight of the world make you feel smaller than you really are.
Because if you were to see the grandeur you hold in my eyes alone,
the weight of a million worlds couldn't hold you back.

If I could say the words to make you hear your name ring out forever, I would.
We all have legions of angels cheering us on.

I don't drink, fight, or make love... but I find my self thinking of all three.
But only in those times of uncertainty...
Those times where I'm not sure I can hold out any longer...
On those days where I think that a man can only take so much,
of so little. And so little, of so much.

The days where my teeth chatter like a typewriter,
my mouth and tongue fumble in darkness,
and my bones creak like this house in a storm,
The days when I can't seem to do what I want to,
and even if I could, I'd probably screw it up anyway,
The days I get lost in a smile, a sideways look,
or in the smell of a perfume at the checkout.

Those are the days I tell myself to try to let go.
The days that I try to pour my smiles out more.
The days that I try to share my cookies at snack time,
and buy everyone a milk.
Those are the days I try to be grateful for being alive, because at least I know I am.
Those days are the days I try to loosen my grip.
To be more of what I would like from someone else.
~J.M. Zakrzewski

A dream within a dream.

The mists that followed her about kept her shrouded in mystery.
Revealing wisps of her elegance,
my dream enveloped in a dream.
The sound of her voice, and her scent in my nostrils culminating into a head spin.

The inky backdrop to a magical event.

This taste in my mouth is odd.
Almost metallic.
As if my tongue truly has turned to lead.
Giving explanation of why I can't make a sound.

A lack of words and metaphors.
The only sound I can make is
the beating of my heart in my chest.
It's rhythm forming your name.

I stare into the sky, with the hopes you are looking at the same moon.
The stars ablaze in their glory,
those silent keepers of the night.
They create the background for this symphony...
of heartbeats and silence, which I created for you.

Maybe within their stillness,
you might feel the soft breeze created by my hushed breath.
Hear my heart speaking to you.
And know the grace with which my tongue forms your name.

The sound which my mouth will not make.

My lips and tongue tiptoe softly,
they avoid waking that which lies sleeping.

A mountain, of sorts,
is placed before us, ajourney that cannot be made alone.

Each day draws us nearer.

I can feel it. You are somewhere out there.

I hope I'm living what I'm supposed to, I feel like I am, but I know I could probably do better.
I can see how all of this is preparing me for what I need to do, but like an impatient kid behind the wheel of a car, I'm too anxious to get on the road.

My every act requires a patience, and I've been fine dealing with all of them, but this... this is killing me. I feel the time before our introduction closing, but not fast enough.
The anxiety is intense.

I can't wait to find you.