Drifting Memories

Art and Words to settle my mind

A Rant; (I don’t do this often)

    I feel the need to say that the public myths projected as ” Obama’s core views and what he tries to accomplish” so talked about are radically different from what he really is. These myths are quite simply the ‘modern’ technique of these types to whitewash the public into allowing them to hold the power and control they are so dependant on.

We have been indoctrinated for centuries into allowing the greedy few steel and rob us blind, as all the while they abuse us under the thumbs of a controlling user, with no real care for their ‘subjects’ at all. Look around you at the people who have truly dedicated their lives to the service of humanity. You won’t find any of them doing it for multi-million dollar salaries, or for that matter multiple millions in bribes and kickbacks. Those truly dedicated servers of humanity do it just because they believe in giving while working to make the world around them a little bit better.

easy…

Heart Broken

I reach out my hands desperate to touch love,
Finding only emptiness where you should be,
In a panic I jump up to search where you are,
Ever so slowly my memory begins to clear,

With remembrance returns my tormented soul,
Realization that you are truly gone, lost to me,
Death had scythed his cruel hands into my life,
I now live in a nightmare, tears ever unending,

Over and over I ask myself how can I go on,
So much angriness that you have been seized,
I’ve lost my faith, no room for an uncaring God,
I know I need you back, I need you holding me,

And thusly this has been my life too long a time,
Tell me what to do to put meaning to my sadness,
I beg give me a sign to help me one more instance,
Demonstrate erstwhile that our love still thrives,

A small voice asks me if we may talk for a while,
They offer a cognition creating a depth of thought,
A realization of simple truths concealed by my grief,
Clarity that presents a reason to find purpose, hope,

They remind me that you are not really lost to me,
Unseen you are still right here, still embracing me,
Your love is not gone but grown with wonder, joy,
Each of my days are now with your arms enfolding,

Your greatest want is to see me blissful, glad ere more,
To firmly grasp my life again, to treasure each second,
For the gifts you brought me, I owe you this and more,
The wonders with which you fill me, make me alive,

And they share with me even more truthful a vision,
For this is not an end, for at some little time reunion,
And reunited our love shall light the all of existence,
A newest star lighting the heavens, lasts for all time,

And another reminder, for sadly perhaps, we do not ‘get over’ our grief at losing loved ones. But we do learn to live a new life, with our grief. We can and should be happy, going on forward once more while being honest and true to our caring and loving natures. Not a betrayal but more in honoring those having gone on before us, Can we do any less for the love they share with us?

Namaste and blessings,

easy… 11/25/2014