Wednesday, March 24, 2010
What does allusions to illusions mean?
When a magician does magic he accomplishes the trick by leading our attention away from what he is actually doing by misdirection, by hiding something behind a curtain, a mist, or within a false bottomed box etc. In any case the trick is beyond our view in that we are viewing a different location from that where the real action is. This is the ILLUSION that is used to deflect our attention from the truth of what is being done by the trickster to control what we believe we see and know of that which is apparently right in front of us. In some way by action or sound, by manipulation of light or mirrors, or speed and deftness of hand and/or hidden compartments we do not see that which is right in front of our eyes. Many of my stories and poems are about those things that are hidden from us by the lies of those that mislead us to accomplish their own agenda (their illusions). My stories are usually concerned with my alluding to these manipulations briefly and indirectly, although in some circumstances it is necessary to be vey direct. The slight references to warn the reader about that which is there but which may not be seen or understood without being aware of the need to pay careful attention is the word ALLUSION. Since there are many ILLUSIONS that easily confuse us the requirement is that we must have the ability to use many ALLUSIONS to separate facts and truths from fictions and lies that mislead us to our own peril. In this modern world magicians are not nearly as much of a problem as those we choose to be our leaders.....hmmmmmm.. Or are they chosen for us while our attention is somewhere else ? Or maybe we believe we choose the lesser of two evils in which case we still choose evil. Two wrongs just do not make a right which is the same as heads they win tails we lose. Just gotta find a three sided coin or make it stand on end....I saw somebody do that once. Now who was that? Gotta make him president or at least a supreme court judge ......Congressman?.....Naaaa ..That wont work...Too many dummies in there. He would be way outnumbered when it comes down to a vote tally for what is right.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Earth Cycles of Leaves and Trees
Round and round and round,
The leaves of trees, falling down,
Circles of cycles of seeds and trees
That we earthly beings must surely see.
Do we learn from them the basics of life,
The hearts rhymthic beats,
The changes that will forever be,
The grace that god has given we.
Was I listening to sounds within my brain,
Were they musical words silently whispering
Low earthly sounds of Amazing Grace,
The distant soulful sounds of pipers music
Wailing, crying to our human race,
Flowing, blowing with the ethereal breeze
From a forest of the trees
And merging with our human essence.
Leaves are falling, their softly falling sounds
Mingling gently with our heartbeats soulfull sounds
Beating lowly within, lowly drumbeat
With breeze, leaves, and trees around.
Yes! we do hear these sounds, the whispering sounds of....
Of the fragile leaves, rustling through the breeze
Close your eyes, close them now,
Close your eyes tightly, and see that...
They flutter down in a dance
That we can see in our minds eye
And landing, then sleeping in their earthly home,
Their holy ground.
The cycle begins and ends over and over, again and again
The sounds within the forest,
The rustling of blowing leaves falling
To their bed with barely noted slumbering sounds.
They lie quietly,
Preparing for their metamorphosis with earth
Under a blanket of freshly fallen snows,
Changing and nourishing roots of trees, flowers and bees.
By earthly cycles of days, months and years,
Leaf spirit moves through the changes of sun, earth , moon.
Traveling up through the tree to be a leaf once again
And again to make the sounds
Of rustling leaves within a forest filled with trees.
The leaves of trees, falling down,
Circles of cycles of seeds and trees
That we earthly beings must surely see.
Do we learn from them the basics of life,
The hearts rhymthic beats,
The changes that will forever be,
The grace that god has given we.
Was I listening to sounds within my brain,
Were they musical words silently whispering
Low earthly sounds of Amazing Grace,
The distant soulful sounds of pipers music
Wailing, crying to our human race,
Flowing, blowing with the ethereal breeze
From a forest of the trees
And merging with our human essence.
Leaves are falling, their softly falling sounds
Mingling gently with our heartbeats soulfull sounds
Beating lowly within, lowly drumbeat
With breeze, leaves, and trees around.
Yes! we do hear these sounds, the whispering sounds of....
Of the fragile leaves, rustling through the breeze
Close your eyes, close them now,
Close your eyes tightly, and see that...
They flutter down in a dance
That we can see in our minds eye
And landing, then sleeping in their earthly home,
Their holy ground.
The cycle begins and ends over and over, again and again
The sounds within the forest,
The rustling of blowing leaves falling
To their bed with barely noted slumbering sounds.
They lie quietly,
Preparing for their metamorphosis with earth
Under a blanket of freshly fallen snows,
Changing and nourishing roots of trees, flowers and bees.
By earthly cycles of days, months and years,
Leaf spirit moves through the changes of sun, earth , moon.
Traveling up through the tree to be a leaf once again
And again to make the sounds
Of rustling leaves within a forest filled with trees.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
THE SOLDIERS SONG. by McGowan & McGowan 2003
with additions and modifications
by Steve in italic script
Standing like hands at midnight
Scared to be living in these troubled times.
What's hurting me is not knowing the truth today.
With tears we control the pain that won't go away.
I'm wondering if anyone's listening that
We are the fire and you are the flame.
The reason I'm seeing it this way is
If you don't believe then we face the blame.
Don't forget about me when I'm out of site.
In the darkness you are the light.
Help me believe I'm doing right.
I need you to welcome me home.
I'm lonely in need of a friend.
Will you be my angel cause this is hell.
Wondering if you really care about me.
See what I see, fear what I fear, believe what I believe.
I sit here night and day thinking about home, about my family.
Don't forget about me.
Please take me home, take me home, please.
Deep within I fear we have been deceived.
I sit here now, again, thinking of home, of family.
When I sleep, if I sleep horrors awaken me.
Nightmares of friends dying and dead in pieces, be.
Of innocent men, women, childrenj in the same condition.
Dead and dying, blood flowing all around,
All around up to my ankles and I kneel down, my head down.
And knowing the crimes, so many against humanity,
I bend my head down, tears flowing,
Dripping to a blood drenched ground.
Don't forget about me and the nightmares that I see.
Within my head, my brain... about everything,
This is about my family, their families, my country, their countries.
Before we all lose it all... Life and Liberty is necessary
To be protected at our home Forever More.
I lay here now on a thin mattress upon a homeless shelter floor,
Joblees, family and wife lost by the conditions of being poor.
Deemed unfit to wear the uniform, unfit for any foreign war.
I fear my nightmares if I close my eyes,,, but I will survive.
A well trained fighting machine,
Trained for survival in jungle or dessert or city streets
And living off the land in any hostile environment
Is what I'm trained to be and I'm saving up...
For a rifle, a fifty cal...my occupation you see!
Already got my K-Bar, boots, jacket and vest
And lookin for a group of citizen soldiers... like minutemen.
Together we'll be lookin for who done it all, to we, you and me.
Pray for Peace...........After we settle the score.
Dedicated to the U.S. Iraqui veteran I met at the Homeless Shelter, Winterhaven
at Newburgh, New York, December, 2008
We had a conversation after his awaking from his nightmare screaming and yelling that December night ....Some Mexican men were trying to help him and quiet him by talking gently to him but their foreign accents wasn't helping at first and by the time we got to him and had the lights switched on he was sitting up and saying he was sorry for hitting one of the Mexicans who spoke very little English ....Someone translated the apology for him and he tried to go back to sleep. In the morning when everyone had to get up and prepare to leave he noticed my veterans cap on the table and we spoke privately briefly ....He explained he got a job selling Christmas trees and again apologized for the commotion he caused....his main concern was that he didnt want to hurt any more innocent people in the room with him....He didn't show anger while we talked but who really knows what goes on inside people who tasted killing and having others trying to kill them. The last part of the poem above reflects the anger that may be inside within those that come home to find things have changed for the worse and their sacrafice may have been in vain but they still are survivors that have more than enough training to continue to survive and maybe even turn things around. God save them, God save us from ourselves.
with additions and modifications
by Steve in italic script
Standing like hands at midnight
Scared to be living in these troubled times.
What's hurting me is not knowing the truth today.
With tears we control the pain that won't go away.
I'm wondering if anyone's listening that
We are the fire and you are the flame.
The reason I'm seeing it this way is
If you don't believe then we face the blame.
Don't forget about me when I'm out of site.
In the darkness you are the light.
Help me believe I'm doing right.
I need you to welcome me home.
I'm lonely in need of a friend.
Will you be my angel cause this is hell.
Wondering if you really care about me.
See what I see, fear what I fear, believe what I believe.
I sit here night and day thinking about home, about my family.
Don't forget about me.
Please take me home, take me home, please.
Deep within I fear we have been deceived.
I sit here now, again, thinking of home, of family.
When I sleep, if I sleep horrors awaken me.
Nightmares of friends dying and dead in pieces, be.
Of innocent men, women, childrenj in the same condition.
Dead and dying, blood flowing all around,
All around up to my ankles and I kneel down, my head down.
And knowing the crimes, so many against humanity,
I bend my head down, tears flowing,
Dripping to a blood drenched ground.
Don't forget about me and the nightmares that I see.
Within my head, my brain... about everything,
This is about my family, their families, my country, their countries.
Before we all lose it all... Life and Liberty is necessary
To be protected at our home Forever More.
I lay here now on a thin mattress upon a homeless shelter floor,
Joblees, family and wife lost by the conditions of being poor.
Deemed unfit to wear the uniform, unfit for any foreign war.
I fear my nightmares if I close my eyes,,, but I will survive.
A well trained fighting machine,
Trained for survival in jungle or dessert or city streets
And living off the land in any hostile environment
Is what I'm trained to be and I'm saving up...
For a rifle, a fifty cal...my occupation you see!
Already got my K-Bar, boots, jacket and vest
And lookin for a group of citizen soldiers... like minutemen.
Together we'll be lookin for who done it all, to we, you and me.
Pray for Peace...........After we settle the score.
Dedicated to the U.S. Iraqui veteran I met at the Homeless Shelter, Winterhaven
at Newburgh, New York, December, 2008
We had a conversation after his awaking from his nightmare screaming and yelling that December night ....Some Mexican men were trying to help him and quiet him by talking gently to him but their foreign accents wasn't helping at first and by the time we got to him and had the lights switched on he was sitting up and saying he was sorry for hitting one of the Mexicans who spoke very little English ....Someone translated the apology for him and he tried to go back to sleep. In the morning when everyone had to get up and prepare to leave he noticed my veterans cap on the table and we spoke privately briefly ....He explained he got a job selling Christmas trees and again apologized for the commotion he caused....his main concern was that he didnt want to hurt any more innocent people in the room with him....He didn't show anger while we talked but who really knows what goes on inside people who tasted killing and having others trying to kill them. The last part of the poem above reflects the anger that may be inside within those that come home to find things have changed for the worse and their sacrafice may have been in vain but they still are survivors that have more than enough training to continue to survive and maybe even turn things around. God save them, God save us from ourselves.
STORIES AND GLAGGLE from Marc Gunn, January, 25,2005
STORIES.
They permeate our lives
B. S. mixed with broken hearts.
Everyone has a story to tell.
Some short, some long,
Some how they disappear
For the meaninglessness
Of some insignant ramblings of
Human psychosis. Originally...Feline psychosis? from Marc
We babble, therefore, we are. Sorry Marc ... I just had to modify it... Steve
As an explanation to GLAGGLE:
GLAGGLE. Mark has cats and I believe a ferret.
I remember that He is song writer, musician and poet
That meaningless word I made up and has many CDs including a couple
to give meaning to stupid crap that of them being Irish tunes by/for cats.
I can't describe
Non-flowing, fluid motion,
Hypocrisies and ironies
Laid down to feed the mind
Something other than ferret dookie
On a cowboy hat with extra hot salsa and chili.
Yum! Very appropriate for my present
and future blogs? Hmmm!
STORIES.
They permeate our lives
B. S. mixed with broken hearts.
Everyone has a story to tell.
Some short, some long,
Some how they disappear
For the meaninglessness
Of some insignant ramblings of
Human psychosis. Originally...Feline psychosis? from Marc
We babble, therefore, we are. Sorry Marc ... I just had to modify it... Steve
As an explanation to GLAGGLE:
GLAGGLE. Mark has cats and I believe a ferret.
I remember that He is song writer, musician and poet
That meaningless word I made up and has many CDs including a couple
to give meaning to stupid crap that of them being Irish tunes by/for cats.
I can't describe
Non-flowing, fluid motion,
Hypocrisies and ironies
Laid down to feed the mind
Something other than ferret dookie
On a cowboy hat with extra hot salsa and chili.
Yum! Very appropriate for my present
and future blogs? Hmmm!
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Truth Justice Peace
WHO CAN FORGET LEADERS THAT MISSGUIDE US
OR ARE THESE LEADERS MISSGUIDED THEMSELVES?
IN THE AGELESS MISTS THE TRUTHS LIE WAITING
FOR THOSE WHO HAVE THE EYES TO
SEE
JUSTICE FOR THE LIARS IS SIMPLE AND SURE.
DEATH ENDS ALL LIES OF LIARS AT THEIR CORE
FOR THE CREATOR IS JUSTICE TO US ALL
AND THAT IS WHEN WE ALL KNOW JUSTIC, KNOW
PEACE.
UNTILL THAT TIME WHICH SURELY WILL COME
TO EACH AND EVERYONE,
WE CONTINUE TO SEARCH
FOR KNOWLEDGE AND LOVE AND TRUTH UPON THIS
EARTH.
WE LOOK TO THE STARS AND INTO OUR SOULS,
WITH OUR ANCESTRAL KNOWLEDGE A LIGHT SHINES,
GUIDING US TO SIMPLE TRUTHFULL GOALS
SO THAT WE CAN KNOW THE RIGHTNESS WITHIN THE
LINES.
WHAT ARE THE HIDDEN TRUTHS,
WHERE ARE THE ANSWERS TO BE FOUND?
IS IT IN THE STORY TELLERS POETRY
OR IN THE MUSICIANS PLEASING
SOUNDS?
ARE THE SONGS OF OLDE THE PLAYFULL TUNES
HOLDING THE KNOELEDGE WE ALL SHOULD KNOW
AND IF WE HAVE TRULY LISTENED,
THE TRUTH IS IN THE STORYTELLERS MINDFUL
SHOW.
THE BASIC STORY HAS ALWAYS BEEN,
IN ALL OUR ACTIONS WITH OTHER BEINGS,
FIRST THINK HOW FROM GODS POINT OF VIEW,
WE SHOULD WISH TO HAVE PEACEFULL DEALINGS EVER
MORE.
IN THE STORY TELLERS NARRATIVE WE ALWAYS LEARN
TO STRAY FROM THE TRUTH RESULTS IN CALAMITY...
FOR ALL THE CHARACTERS INCLUDING THE GOOD
HAVE BEEN LED BY LIARS AND ALL OF THE GREEDY
DEMAGODS.
THE WARNINGS OF SUCH STORIES ARE TIMELESS
IN THAT WE SHOULD TREAT OTHERS
AS WE WISH TO BE TREATED BY THEM
AND TO NOT FOLLOW THIS IS OUR GREATEST SIN AGAINST
EVERYONE.
CAN THIS BE THE HIDDEN TRUTH,
THEN SURELY IT WAS NOT SO WELL HIDDEN
BUT FOR THE LIARS THAT HAVE MISSLED US,
THEY HAVE SHROUDED THIS TRUTH IN THE MISTS OF
RELIGION.
CAN IT BE THAT THE CREATOR, CREATION, GOD...
THAT SUPREME DESIGN IS NOT FRACTURED RELIGION.
CAN IT BE THAT...WE...CREATED RELIGION
AND IN SO DOING WE HAVE LOST THE TRUTH OF
GOD.
CAN IT BE THAT GODS TRUTH
IS WITHIN EACH AND EVERYONE OF US,
THAT WHEN WE KNOW SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT,
THAT WE SHOULD FIGHT THE WRONG WITH ALL OUR
MIGHT.
CAN IT BE TO FOLLOW OTHERS MINDLESSLY
AND TO FOLLW WRONGS UNDER THE GUISE OF FAITH
IS HIDING THE TRUTH OF EXISTENCE
BEHIND THE DARK MISTS OF
LIES.
RELIGION BASED ON FEAR, GREED, AND CONQUEST
IS THEN AN EVIL ENTITY OF CONTROL.
SUCH RELIGION SAYS WE MUST FOLLOW THEIR GOD
AND IF WE DON'T-WE CANNOT BE SAVED AND GO TO
HELL.
THE BASIS OF RELIGION IS GOOD
BUT THE FOLLOW THROUGH,
IT LEAVES MUCH TO BE DESIRED, FOR
RELIGIOUS LEADERS MAKE MISTAKES TOO
OFTEN.
WE MUST FOLLOW THE GOOD WITHIN US,
OUR, CREATOR, OUR SPIRIT, OUR SOUL,
FOR AN ANCIENT STORY TELLER SHOWED US
INFINITY, BLISS, SORROW...FOR HE IS
JESUS
AND HE RELATED THE CYCLES OF OUR EXISTENCE
SO THAT WE CAN FOLLOW HIS TEACHINGS
UNCORRUPTED BY THE AGENDAS OF FALSE LEADERS
WHO HAVE CHANGED HIS WORDS TO THEIR OWN
PURPOSES.
FROM THEM THERE IS NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE
AND KNOWING THE TRUTH ABOUT THEIR LIES
I KEEP HOPING TIME WILL HEAL US...
TO KNOW JUSTICE, KNOW PEACE FOR
ALL.
FOR ALL THE CHARACTERS INCLUDING THE GOOD
OR ARE THESE LEADERS MISSGUIDED THEMSELVES?
IN THE AGELESS MISTS THE TRUTHS LIE WAITING
FOR THOSE WHO HAVE THE EYES TO
SEE
JUSTICE FOR THE LIARS IS SIMPLE AND SURE.
DEATH ENDS ALL LIES OF LIARS AT THEIR CORE
FOR THE CREATOR IS JUSTICE TO US ALL
AND THAT IS WHEN WE ALL KNOW JUSTIC, KNOW
PEACE.
UNTILL THAT TIME WHICH SURELY WILL COME
TO EACH AND EVERYONE,
WE CONTINUE TO SEARCH
FOR KNOWLEDGE AND LOVE AND TRUTH UPON THIS
EARTH.
WE LOOK TO THE STARS AND INTO OUR SOULS,
WITH OUR ANCESTRAL KNOWLEDGE A LIGHT SHINES,
GUIDING US TO SIMPLE TRUTHFULL GOALS
SO THAT WE CAN KNOW THE RIGHTNESS WITHIN THE
LINES.
WHAT ARE THE HIDDEN TRUTHS,
WHERE ARE THE ANSWERS TO BE FOUND?
IS IT IN THE STORY TELLERS POETRY
OR IN THE MUSICIANS PLEASING
SOUNDS?
ARE THE SONGS OF OLDE THE PLAYFULL TUNES
HOLDING THE KNOELEDGE WE ALL SHOULD KNOW
AND IF WE HAVE TRULY LISTENED,
THE TRUTH IS IN THE STORYTELLERS MINDFUL
SHOW.
THE BASIC STORY HAS ALWAYS BEEN,
IN ALL OUR ACTIONS WITH OTHER BEINGS,
FIRST THINK HOW FROM GODS POINT OF VIEW,
WE SHOULD WISH TO HAVE PEACEFULL DEALINGS EVER
MORE.
IN THE STORY TELLERS NARRATIVE WE ALWAYS LEARN
TO STRAY FROM THE TRUTH RESULTS IN CALAMITY...
FOR ALL THE CHARACTERS INCLUDING THE GOOD
HAVE BEEN LED BY LIARS AND ALL OF THE GREEDY
DEMAGODS.
THE WARNINGS OF SUCH STORIES ARE TIMELESS
IN THAT WE SHOULD TREAT OTHERS
AS WE WISH TO BE TREATED BY THEM
AND TO NOT FOLLOW THIS IS OUR GREATEST SIN AGAINST
EVERYONE.
CAN THIS BE THE HIDDEN TRUTH,
THEN SURELY IT WAS NOT SO WELL HIDDEN
BUT FOR THE LIARS THAT HAVE MISSLED US,
THEY HAVE SHROUDED THIS TRUTH IN THE MISTS OF
RELIGION.
CAN IT BE THAT THE CREATOR, CREATION, GOD...
THAT SUPREME DESIGN IS NOT FRACTURED RELIGION.
CAN IT BE THAT...WE...CREATED RELIGION
AND IN SO DOING WE HAVE LOST THE TRUTH OF
GOD.
CAN IT BE THAT GODS TRUTH
IS WITHIN EACH AND EVERYONE OF US,
THAT WHEN WE KNOW SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT,
THAT WE SHOULD FIGHT THE WRONG WITH ALL OUR
MIGHT.
CAN IT BE TO FOLLOW OTHERS MINDLESSLY
AND TO FOLLW WRONGS UNDER THE GUISE OF FAITH
IS HIDING THE TRUTH OF EXISTENCE
BEHIND THE DARK MISTS OF
LIES.
RELIGION BASED ON FEAR, GREED, AND CONQUEST
IS THEN AN EVIL ENTITY OF CONTROL.
SUCH RELIGION SAYS WE MUST FOLLOW THEIR GOD
AND IF WE DON'T-WE CANNOT BE SAVED AND GO TO
HELL.
THE BASIS OF RELIGION IS GOOD
BUT THE FOLLOW THROUGH,
IT LEAVES MUCH TO BE DESIRED, FOR
RELIGIOUS LEADERS MAKE MISTAKES TOO
OFTEN.
WE MUST FOLLOW THE GOOD WITHIN US,
OUR, CREATOR, OUR SPIRIT, OUR SOUL,
FOR AN ANCIENT STORY TELLER SHOWED US
INFINITY, BLISS, SORROW...FOR HE IS
JESUS
AND HE RELATED THE CYCLES OF OUR EXISTENCE
SO THAT WE CAN FOLLOW HIS TEACHINGS
UNCORRUPTED BY THE AGENDAS OF FALSE LEADERS
WHO HAVE CHANGED HIS WORDS TO THEIR OWN
PURPOSES.
FROM THEM THERE IS NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE
AND KNOWING THE TRUTH ABOUT THEIR LIES
I KEEP HOPING TIME WILL HEAL US...
TO KNOW JUSTICE, KNOW PEACE FOR
ALL.
FOR ALL THE CHARACTERS INCLUDING THE GOOD
Lies and Liars vs. Truth, Justice, Peace
Hidden behind lies there are truths that liars do not wish us to find. These truths are the basis for their agenda of control of you, me and every person that is unaware of their true agenda. It is based on greed and fear of the unknown. It is for their own power over us all for their own pride and advancement of wealth to create slaves that cater to their every need with little regard to the basic needs and welfare of others. We are all expendable and are led to believe that which they do no matter how evil it is for our own good. They accomplish this by appealing to the basic need within us to improve our own condition for survival at the expense of our fellow men. Instead of helping one another we are led to believe that taking advantage of one another is necessary for our basic needs and survival of our family, relatives and friends. It pits us and our group/clan/tribe/village/ city/state/nation/race against others that dress, speak or believe differently. The peoples of the world itself suffers from constant conflict untill we tire of fighting and learn to cooperate. When will we learn we are all brothers of the same family of men and women. When will we learn to eliminate our own greed and prejudice. When will we learn to see the unbounded greed of the leaders that use the illusion of lies to make us believe we must follow their lead to survive and better ourselves at the expense of others. We must first know ourselves....know truth...know justice...know peace and do unto others as we would want to have them do unto us
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