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Unexpected gifts

There is almost nothing better that an unexpected gift, especially when that gift is A) a day off in remembrance of MLK and B) You have been tasked to make that day off which falls on a Monday, not to be boring.

So I shall rise to the challenge and create a creative, but yet functional day off.

I need to take down our Christmas tree, really I do. Christmas was long ago, yet I still am reminded of its glorious shine with our tree, still firmly rooted in the living room, needles cast about the floor like an evergreen junky came in and shot the chlorophyll.

I am glad that a tree is the symbol we use to celebrate Christmas however. I would be in deep  ka-ka (college word for poop) if indeed, we used something a little less fragrant to place in the middle of our home, like a dead pig or some other meat/fish source and decorated that instead of a tree.

So, as I have a sip of scotch on this fine Monday Jan/18 morning, I will ponder the best course of action for my tree. I will ponder the best course of action for my day and it will include a brief sledding in my yard, clad only in my boxers and boots.

Salut!

No passport

Sliding down the corridor, its getting late. I have time only for a note before the conductor finds me.

I was thinking of you a little more today, maybe remnants from my dreams. I love your beauty. Your spirit makes me happy.

Thank you.

The house that Jake built

We sat there, in a building of wood and mortar, in the house that Jake built. I recall people weeping in the shadows, a woman holding my hand and the cold Prairie wind blowing snow past the stained glass windows.

Whitened streets of that forgotten town. I never have forgotten that sequence. Why it comes to mind now, I have no idea but felt that it was something to be shared.

I fell asleep again, not wanting to but helpless.

Dreams come fast, surreal but yet lifelike. Memories called to life from a hazed mind from the battlefield. Scarred, beaten but not broken the dreams call me to times when the Spirit flourished, music played loudly and it was a kiss, interrupted.

And still the train continues through the night...

Evening moments

The train is slowing down as the sun slips behind the horizon.

So much to think about and so little time to breathe it all in. The cabins are cozy and filled with Turkish cigarette smoke, mouths with Turkish delight. The conductor shouted out something but I was too labored to pay attention.

I wonder what the next turn will be bringing to me? A trip home? Reinvented love? Old memories that are reborn, fresher, newer and more toxic? Or will they leave my heart intact this time around? I wonder as I wander throughout the various cabins, peeking here, looking there.

Each room is different with a new vista in their windows. I could spend a lifetime in each cabin;mine seems so dreary after looking into so many others. Screeches and hoots. A jail cell. A lover's cupped hand. A smile. It is all there for you to see.

She knew who I was and walked up to me. The priest had told her to stay away from the likes of me but she came anyway. I smiled at our our past and loved her all the more for it. I looked out my window to see wolves running along side the train with her reflection looking back at me.

I don't know what to say to her. She came looking for answers but I can't seem to untie my tongue. Fear? We make our pleasantries, our "How do you dos?" but then are silent, as tombs covered in Spanish moss. We are forgotten but we remember.

The priest has walked into the cabin. I am glad to see him. It breaks the silence we shared. He breaks a lot of things that we shared, but sometimes that is the role that you play, the cards you are dealt, so to speak.

She doesn't turn away and this surprises me. I can hear her wanting to hold my hand, but she is afraid. Afraid of so many things, but mainly of being hurt, of looking foolish. I want to tell her to take my hand, to believe that she will never be hurt, never made a fool of, that I care. That I can love.

Instead, we bow our heads to our laps as though in prayer. I do pray but she cannot, nor will not. The priest is sitting with his papal vestments shining brightly, smug in seeing her sin. I see her beauty. Her honesty.

She took me in when the world had thrown me out.

Daydreams and other lunar landscapes

It's 7:00 am and I didn't see you last night. I dreamt a lot of things but I didn't dream about you. Or maybe you were there, in the background, merely watching everything unfold.

Fame and fortune await. But is that what is really important to you? Would you prefer to have someone that is simply there for you, loving you for being you? No pretenses, no games. Only a steadfast love that carries through the ages?

Some of us, chase fame and fortune as though it were the drug to give us eternal life. Some chase "love" found in one night stands and others chase for the love of eternity, knowing that somewhere there is a heart beating in time with theirs.

So what did I dream about last night?

I dreamed of bombs and explosions. Of standing on the golden sand of Pharaoh.

Hiding in the dark

Wisdom in a thimble. That is all it really is. The world moves further by and wisdom gains no new traction, imbeciles left at the boarding station.

I recall an old saying that ignorance is bliss, then humanity has it in spades. Humanity has hatred, ignorance, greed, lust, apathy in spades.The world has a sick darkness about it, worm ridden blanket that covers the hearts and makes us cold.

As I ride the train, talking with people that hopefully are evolving, I see littered debris among the landscaped poetry. I see the fire behind the corruptible words, ice behind the rotting smiles. Why people would choose to hide in this darkness is of a great interest to those that ride on this train.

Of course there are multiple reasons, multiple guesses. People looking for the Truth that fits them, not to see how they may fit the truth. Then again, this is my revelation to you. Look beyond the surface into the deep, where the living water runs.

Silver escapes the neon lit sky and we dance in the dining car.The Talking Heads play in the background and its fitting for tonight. I hold on to you a little closer and I hear distantly:

We're on a ride to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin' that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride

Maybe you wonder where you are
I don't care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there...take you there

We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere

There's a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
and it's all right, baby, it's all right

And it's very far away
But it's growing day by day
And it's all right, baby, it's all right

Would you like to come along
and you could help me sing this song?
And it's all right, baby, it's all right

A little much isn't it?

I often wonder about the readers that come here. What are you thinking when you read these words?

I wonder what head space you might be in when you drop in, a delicate balance sometimes, but it is important to me. If you are sad, then I try to be sad. If you come here with a smile on your heart, I hope that you leave here the same way.

You still think that things are impossible. I am here to tell you that they are not.

You think that freedom is independence. I am here to say that there are better freedoms to be found.

You want treasure just to look upon it. I am here to show you magical kingdoms that unravel streets of gold.

You come here feeling unloved. I am here to whisper that I love you.

You came here feeling stressed out about your life. I am here to let you forget about the outside world for a moment.

To quote Robbie Robertson:

"Who else is gonna bring you a broken arrow
Who else is gonna bring you a bottle of rain
There he goes moving across the water
There he goes turning my whole world around" 

I wanna breathe when you breathe
When you whisper like that hot summer breeze
Count the beads of sweat that cover me
Didn't you show me a sign this time


Can you see what I see
Can you cut behind the mystery
I will meet you by the witness tree
Leave the whole world behind

I want to come when you call
I'll get to you if I have to crawl
They can't hold me with these iron walls
We got mountains to climb, to climb"
 

Salud!

Я часто интересую о читателях которые приходят здесь.
Что вы думаете когда вы прочитаете эти слова?
Я интересую какой головной космос вы могли быть в когда вы падаете внутри, чувствительный баланс иногда, но важно к мне. Если вы унылы, то я пробую быть уныл. Если вы приходите здесь с усмешкой на вашем сердце, то я надеюсь что вы выходите здесь такой же путь.
Вы все еще думаете что вещи невозможны.
Я здесь сказать вам что они нет. Вы думаете что свобода независимость.
Я здесь сказать что более лучшие свободы, котор нужно найти.
Вы хотите сокровище как раз посмотреть на ем.
Я здесь показать вам волшебные королевства которые unravel улицы золота.
Вы приходите здесь чувствующ нелюбимый. Я здесь прошептать тому я тебя люблю.
Вы пришли здесь чувствующ усилены вне о вашей жизни. Я здесь препятствовать вам забыть о внешнем мире на миг.
Salud!

When brown eyes are crying

"Don't cry brown eyes."

The voice came out of nowhere, waking me up. I found myself in an embrace, buried in a bosom and fingers stroking my hair.

I looked around but no one was there, not even the priest. The train rode steadily on through the night. Landcapes and Martian worlds passed by my window. I must have been dreaming a dream.

Echoed voices. Softly. It was my memory playing tricks on me. I have always been on this train. No one has ever called me brown eyes or is that the lie? I remember Egypt and Paris, but I don't remember her name.

No. I am sure you loved me. Maybe I read it in a comic book and took created it to become my own memory. Lois Lane to Superman perhaps? MJ to Spiderman? It doesn't matter. Does it? I hear a whispered yes and that is good enough for me.

I turned to Isaiah. "This is the way, walk in it", and I will try. That's all I can do is try. I can try to love you more than I did yesterday and I can try harder to follow the course that He has me on. None of it makes much sense, but nothing ever does.

The baby is sleeping now. Her tubes removed from her lungs. The engines of this train are humming, synchronized to the rhythm of her heartbeat. Rest easy little one, tomorrow is going to be another day.

CBC News - Politics - Academics slam suspension of Parliament

You know that when the academics get on board to criticize something, you know it has to be good...just like all of the Global Warming hot air they are spewing.

CBC News - Politics - Academics slam suspension of Parliament

Put down your slide rulers boys and come out from behind your desks and see what is really happening in the world and see what John Q Public thinks.

On fire

I feel as though I am truly on fire for the Lord. But maybe I am on fire for myself. Or maybe I am on fire for you.

Don't be afraid to step forward. Let your voice be heard in the midst of the insanity. As the Clash once sang,:

"Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
D'you know how you can use it?'

Step forward. Speak what is on your heart. Shout, scream, dance. Do whatever you need to do to feel free.

I can hear you. Believe me. I can hear hear you.

This train is going faster through the night. Some stars have popped up on our right, some fireside landscaped painted on the left. No stops, no rest. A bottle of Scotch, a Bible and a litany of prayers to carry us through this good night.

A little boy is playing with dinky toys on a suicidal death drop. His sister watches impatiently, knowing that her turn will never come. Her salvation will come before she is allowed to play with his toys.

Red light in the distance. Some smoke coming from the dining car. Chicken both crossed the other side. An old joke there but it escapes me. What escapes you? Did you trade your heroes for ghosts after all? Has your disillusioned ball shattered on the dance floor?

If I hung up on you. I am sorry. We never did say goodbye. Did we even say hello?

US General's Plan for Iran

Petraeus: U.S. has plan to deal with Iran's nuclear program

I know what this plan is.

My super secret sources have told me that their plan consists of letting Iran and Russia, bomb the snot out of Israel and then have another reason to say they (the U.S.) are going to fight for democracy and for the peaceful foundation of a new world order where tyranny is a thing of the past...

Remember that you read it here first!

Albuquerque and beyond

Train is picking up steam. I was able to snap a quick pic yesterday as we wove through this world and the next.

But as we headed out to tomorrow, I began to think, which can be a dangerous thing at my age. No TV mass induced medium for me, just pure thought based on a lifetime of snowflakes.

The priest and I got into a pretty good argument about salvation, love and redemption.He was filled with the self righteous indignation that Christ warns about, but I  listened to him. He doesn't really believe in anything anymore, perhaps only in the sanctity of Mother Mary and himself. At least that is something.

Does love ever die? Are you afraid to tell it to me, even now? Art never dies, but the artist does. Do lovers ever die? Can love reach past the flesh, the mortal coil that strangles us all?

I got up and went to the back of the train last night, pondering these questions. I stepped out on the back of the caboose and let the winds carry away my whisper: I love you.

Global warming? I don't think so.

Today's headlines:


Winter Could Be Worst in 25 Years for USA...

CHILL MAP...

Britain's big snow shuts cities...

GAS SUPPLIES RUNNING OUT IN UK...


Elderly burn books for warmth?

Army drafted to rescue 1,000 snow stranded motorists...

Vermont sets 'all-time record for one snowstorm'...

Iowa temps 'a solid 30 degrees below normal'...

Seoul buried in heaviest snowfall in 70 years...


3 die in fire at Detroit home; power was cut...

Midwest Sees Near-Record Lows, Snow By The Foot...

Miami shivers from coldest weather in decade; Florida Gov Signs Emergency Order ...


Cold snap spurs power rationing in China...

Body scanners coming to Canadian airports

CBC News - Canada - Body scanners coming to Canadian airports

Are they serious? Why are not people like womens groups crying foul over this?

Women complain that they are objectified and now in every airport, their entire body can be viewed by complete strangers that are probably more dangerous than the passengers...

These machines not invade our privacy but at 225,000 each are a hideously, overpriced pacifier that will not work.

Dear Minister of Security, Minister of tTransport and Mr. Prime Minister, I have a solution that is more effective than all screen ng available.

I propose a solution that costs approximately 1.25 per bag and is a proven methodology for fighting Muslim extremists. As people of all races enter the security area of the airport, have them eat a pork rind. A Muslim extremist won't do that and if a person says no, that they wont eat the rind, then do with them as you will, for my safety. Please.

Save Canadians untold monies on a frivolous waste of technology and start saving lives.

Loving the unlovable

Can you love the unlovable?

I used to say no, as I figured that I was, well, one of them. I had tattoos. I had hair that reached for the sky and i had no hair at all. I had anger. I had hate. I had love, but never knew it for what it really was at the time.

I had friends. I had girlfriends, but once again, I really thought they existed because of who I was at the time. Someone that liked to drink and have fun. A lot of fun! But that isn't true. or more preciously, I should say that it wasn't true.

It wasn't true then and as a recent epiphany clearly showed me; it isn't true now either. So can you love the unlovable?

Yes.

It doesn't matter what your background. it doesn't matter your skin, hair or underwear color. What matters is "What is good inside of you?" Christ says that none shall see God but through Him. As a Christian, I would tend to believe that.

But if you are an unbeliever, in my eyes, that's okay as most of my friends happen to be unbelievers at this point. We share the same common thread in a lot of cases and that's pretty cool that some, well few of us are alive to be aware that we are alive and not six feet under. I have a few friends there. Wormfood.

As I ride this train that I am on, I hear many conversations. I hear hopes and dreams of those that are close to me physically or in spirit. Some of you are alone. Some sit behind veiled tears. Some make themselves so busy that they are trying to run away from the reality that surrounds them. Some are filled with such joy to be on the journey.

So what does this have to do with loving the unlovable? If someone, like me that has had a darkened past and emerge with people still loving him from then and now..I can try to offer my hand to those now that are considered unlovable.

How?

Donate to a foodbank. So many Canadian families are in need, crazy.
Volunteer somewhere.
Talk to people. Simplely talk with them as you see them on the street. Give what they might need, not what they might want. it is no good to say to someone stay warm, if you do not give him a blanket.

That is my New Years resolution. (Well, that and I would like to have 15 wives knitting me 15 sweaters and to be grand pooh bah of the world) I am an old poop but I do want to make the place that I live in just a little better than it was when I got here.

CAN BEASLEY HIGHWAY BE MADE SAFER?

http://www.mountainfm.net/newsDetails.php?newsID=672&pageID=161&parentID=160

Yeah, they can make the road safer near Beasley...it's called putting the snow plow blade down so it touches the road and then put some sand/gravel down.

Ode to a gentle giant

I wonder sometimes about the course. It's pathway is fulls of twists and bends, darkened corners and brightened eyes. Angels and dust. Alone. Together. Random moments. Unity. Peace and hate. Pride and prejudice.

As 2010 begins, I mentioned earlier that I believe a strong wind is beginning to blow. Faith of a mustard seed. Faith in a heart that is bigger than mine. I have never stopped the race, but I have gotten off the track a time or two to see what was on my left and my right.

She asked me once on a hot summer's afternoon, what I saw. I answered her that I could see everything and it was the truth. But then, I looked a little to the left and fell down. I tried looking to the right and fell down even further. Now, I see straight but I am not wearing blinders either. I can see the shadows.

The train ride is about to begin and I hope you have your ticket. The train is large and the ride is grand. Oh the places we'll see!

I will not politicize. I will not religousize. I will try to proselytize. I will try to hold your heart a little while longer and look into your eyes. I will not judge, nor will I cast out. I will try to be what I need to be.

ALL ABOARD!!! This train is getting ready for departure to places unknown.  Let me take your hand and help you aboard ma'am.

Who loves you?

I do.

2010 is gonna sing

We brought in the New Year last night with Fireball and Bud. A little Henkel Trokken and a nice toasty bon fire in the snow.

I could hear voices as we drank by the fire and I knew that they belonged to me. Distant, traveled. I thought of people far away and close by as they were thinking about me. I am always listening, never answering.

I am smiling because it does belong to me. I have been blessed beyond measure and continue to be blessed. Answered prayer and memories of home. The tabernacle choir. If I could only make you believe. Believe in what I have seen, believe in what I have heard.

So dear reader, if you are out there, I am thinking of you today. I am listening to your heart beating and I know. And I smile