A Facade: The Man-Made Mirage

A façade is merely a man-made mirage; and they are everywhere. From the disguises people wear to the things they say, the messages they convey and even the things we see with our very own sight. With so many people willing to deceive it is becoming increasingly more difficult to discern what to believe.


Wake Up America!

Those who are ignorant of the past, choose to ignore the past, or wish to erase the past from our history are doomed to repeat it. We are already experiencing oppression of opinions, statues are being lynched, physical abuse is being rationalized… what comes next? Whips and chains? Today’s actions of prejudice are only bringing the past back into our present. What does our future hold if we do not rise above this madness? Another civil war perhaps? Wake up America! Our country was made to set us FREE. As countrymen we should respect each others’ differences and find a way to live in harmony as it was meant to be.

The Book, The Way, The Craft

The book of Hin the book of Du; the book of Mor, M, and On; the book of Chris with the last initial T, the book of Go and D; the way of T, A, and O; the way to Nirv and Ana; which craft is arc kraft, do you know’a ark? The weigh side or the rite side? Rot whey is not white? Pray I  “x” hell before the sleeper dubs me a good knight.

Her Own Groove

Rivers flow, winds blow, and mountains of sand move. Water banks shift, beaches shrink – the Earth has her own groove. But here we are with retaining walls, homes of stone and streets paved in concrete. Man-made canals and walls to damn because we think it’s our own land. With great convictions we invent restrictions to imprison her bountiful bodies. We happily wave her old currents goodbye as we create her new ebbs and tides, ones that used to flourish now only malnourish and we wonder why. Committed and convicted are her handlers who defeat all her damsel-like defenses. With dozers and dynamite they do their will under a falsified right; tearing, blasting, deconstructing and dividing with fences… his, hers, yours, and mine… taking, giving, raping, and selling – prostituting and looting her most valuable pieces. Like plaster on walls, we silence her pulsing beats with our seemingly prosperous feats.

It’s Going Down

The woman he speaks of is mysterious to him. He dresses her with things that he admires about her. She wears magic because she is intriguing to the point of having him under her spell. Her dragon for a button means she is not easily controlled or directed, not docile or manageable. While a lion for a lamp is not attire, it is descriptive of her bravery in paths she chooses, for like the King of the Jungle, she fears nothing. The carrot collar implies she lures him in with “something hoped for or promised”. And a salmon for a zipper, well… she obviously turns him on and at this point he may be referring to himself as he is anxious to swim – like a salmon – up her stream; because her zipper… IT’S GOING DOWN!

(Inspired by, and in reference to, written work by Richard Brautigan)