News... really!

There seems to be great confusion or is it delusion, as to what classifies as news these days. I fail to understand why the color of a celebrity’s hair, their latest tattoo or what stupid human trick they managed to perform in their personal lives have to do with the price of rice. Yes, I said it, the price of rice. We are in a time of dire economic straits, people are jobless, homeless, hungry, uneducated and moving at the speed of light towards a tragic conclusion and our focus falls on these people. Could it be that money trumps humanity and fame trumps empathy? Look around folks, what do you see? This is what I see; the rise of illiteracy, the fall of morality, the loss of dignity and a lack of respect fueled by the growth of greed. We stand at the crossroads of what could have been a step towards true character but instead our society has chosen to run fast and feverishly towards its own decline. Wonder what the headlines will read then…

D.V.

5/10/12

Ride on

Ride on,

past the brush and all the rush
Ride on surely if you must
upon the narrows, black and yellow
Through the paths
ride on dear fellow
Race into the wind that be
set thy soul and spirit free
Grasp the black of handles dear
take the day and crisp night air
Ride from dusk till dawn and then…
let thy cares, be gone my friend.

Deo Volente

February 26, 2012

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Christmas

Today I was asked what the meaning of Christmas was and it made me think. Without question it is  the day we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ but there is more, at least that is what I think. I could care less about things purchased in the rush of the seasons fever, what matters to me is love. The day marks the greatest act of love and if I can give but a fraction of that love to anyone I would be whole...

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a blessed night.
D.V.

Thinking...direction

I think it's official, I think therefore I am, right? What you ask, well "I am lost!" figuratively speaking of course. I am lost on the seas of life in the sail boat of uncertainty, drifting into the abyss of blue that taunts me so. I am without coordinates though I am feverishly groping in a steadfast direction. Will the wind pick up or shall I remain as I am...only time can tell...quite the quandary, if I do say so myself.

D.V.

Mistakes

What a mistake to make...who said that? Well that really doesn't matter because at some point we all say it. The trick it not to let the mistake defeat you but rather to learn and grow from it. You can liken it to a baby learning to walk. With every step comes the chance of falling but they still try and more importantly when they do fall they get back up and try again. It really is that simple. So with every mistake big and small I say, shake it off and take big steps until the walk is over.

Have a great weekend world
D.V.

As I ponder...

I am the least of that which surrounds me, yet my heart beats as though I were a tumbleweed in a furious windstorm, racing to catch up maybe even to get ahead.

In truth I am often content being behind, never wanting for that which brings noise and fury. Yet I still find I crave the fulfillment of its emptiness. It makes me wonder; what is it that makes the dull sparkle and as such, what causes sparks to fade?

I know that some things are simply above my level of cognitive reasoning, but that does not mean I cannot ponder, so I do…I ponder and mull over that and this, and this and that…Ever the empty vessel in search of overflow. I suspect that’s why God made dreams, I can imagine Freud is voicing his disgust with me for having the audacity to say that but such is the beauty of questions. Why else would we dream a little dream if not to make it bigger? It is the ultimate flame, starting in the least assuming way and growing with every breath that we take. Blazing unforgivingly until we quench it or it runs out of fuel. Still, I am merely the speck of insignificance that dwells in the void of significance, so it really doesn’t matter what I think or does it?

Deo Volente

October 2, 2011

I Ponder

As I ponder, as I wonder

do the stars look down and smile

does the wind that flow about me

wish to linger for a while.

I can see them, every sparkle

dew at rest upon the grass

are the tears of Mother nature

for the things that do not last

I hear rumble, clouds that grumble

as the sun puts up a fight

though defeated it is humbled

for the raindrops are contrite

As I ponder, still I wonder

burning candles slowly fade

dreams that tarry in the distance

on a path, yet to be laid.

Deo Volente

October 6, 2011