Something Else To Say

My head is filled with buzzing and noise. A whirlwind of activity. The idea of wind is what really strikes me at the moment. Iconic and poetic in its simple definition. So much all at once that nothing seems to stick long enough to explore further.

The day was spent ducking hourly vomit eruptions and thanking lucky stars that the other one seems to be safe for now. It would be worse if both sides were afflicted at the same time. What would I do then? Somehow, leaving the safety of home with all its amenities was exactly what I had to do to reach some sort of calm.

I expected some sort of sympathy and help. Well, I got the help. There's a price for everything, you know. Now, I have what I wanted all day but, it doesn't matter. I won't make the most of it. I can't. Not when the day starts with an urgent pitter-patter and then a sobbing "mommy, I threw up". "Where?" "In my room". Sob, sob.

It ended quietly, and calmly. Thank goodness for drugs. Especially the kind in liquid form. Especially when you didn't think they made the kind.

The bottom line is I want more... and less. Then, I cry about wanting something else, when this is already more than I could have had. Then I worry about losing what I have because I didn't value it. Now is the time to play on the floor instead of worrying about unfinished self-made promises.

The Wanting

Of Gods and Queens and finer things,
I do declare thee done.

Of Kings, bar maids, and dust mites,
My dreams are filled with thine.

Of suns and moons and silver slivers,
I peak into your mind.

Of love and lust and destiny,
For you I do decline.

Sunrise

Tell me
Tell me
What is true?
For I know not this day.
I blink
I cry
I fear to die
And yet I must away

A child's tears

I stay with great humility
That none should disagree
Her kisses are the best by far
In their simplicity

Each tear she sheds
Lead her astray
From mountains she must climb

Each fall, each drop
Cause her to bounce
Before the tears run dry

The urgent plea for one more hug
A testament, a swearing
Of oaths and bliss and honey bees
Her childhood and her glory

A Life of Choice

Regarding Abortion I would like to point out that the opposition to Pro-life is not Pro-abortion, it is Pro-choice. According to Pro-life, life begins at conception. But, just because an organism lives, it does not immediately mean that it has a heart and a brain, or even a soul.

But, let’s say that it does. Consider the surprisingly all too common spontaneous miscarriage. It is also, by definition, an abortion. Perhaps we should expect the government to do something about unplanned abortions. We could petition for mandated funeral services or force women before a tribunal, or criminal court, to determine if they contributed to a potentially negligent loss of life.

If the government can force a woman to carry an unwanted child to term perhaps they can also do something to force parents to love that child. For physical or mental disabilities, we should not sleep until a government that forces a woman or couple to knowingly enter a life of pain and sacrifice, be mandated to more adequately assist those families. Or, perhaps it does not matter what happens to those lives as long as they are forced to exist.

Demise of Democracy

There is a basic flaw in Democracy where people are permitted to debate each other’s right to exist. The conflict in Israel is rooted in one side’s love of life and their belief that they have a right to exist and the other side’s disagreement on both points. One of the founding ideas of the Democratic process is that all people have a right to life. So, what we must really be debating here is if Jews are people.
All Israeli offensives are attempts to control random acts of terrorism against its people. Supporters of Hamas say they were firing rockets into Israel to protest an impossible situation created by the blockades. How quickly they disregard that the blockades were a last resort against both voluntary and involuntary martyrdom of civilians through suicide bombing attacks against Israeli heavily populated areas.
Traffic in and out of Gaza, including food and aid supplies, was being used to smuggle suicide bombers. Anti-Israeli supporters’ tolerance of the “Kill All Jews” doctrine, their condemnation of Israel’s efforts to guard against it, and world-wide tolerance for Hamas is nothing new. Democracy, by comparison, is fairly new. If we continue to condone and debate any group’s right to declare and attempt to carry out genocide, the struggle in the Middle-East will continue long after North America has ceased to be a place of equal rights for all.

Baby Blues

I have something to tell you. It goes something like this: "What's the point?"

What will we do when there is no more water?
What will we do when it gets too hot?
What will I do if tomorrow something stopped me from kissing her warm little head?

At night time I'm confined to bad air and no circulation. You can't open up a window and you can't really go outside. The days go by and everyday you're closer to living out your days. It would be nice to say you got the most out of each day. But, how often does that really happen?

What will we do if a commet hits the Earth?
What will we do if a bullet rides through the window?
What will we do if a something were to happen?

What will happen if we live our lives as though nothing bad will happen and then we're unprepared for things that do?

What will we do?

What is the point?