Friday, October 26, 2018
Daily poet
The poetry of the day can move in every direction separately or all at once together. But at the end of the day, the ending always brings you back around to the comfort and anticipation that exists at the beginning. Being able to make a poem from your day can only bring you a different take, a different way in which to approach how your day progresses. And you can always know and look forward to the end of your day, the end of your poem where you get the opportunity to put on some music that really moves you just the way you want to be moved... at that time, at the end of your poem... your poetry of the day.
Learning
I can't help but feel like something is about to happen in the near future. Things are getting politically sticky and every time that happens some skirmish develops somewhere requiring a military intervention. I swear there is nothing more dirty, more dark, or more evil than political operatives doing the bidding of their money masters and manipulators. I mean, it's like a spy novel... it has to be. The only thing I know is that I am on the side of The Constitution and have total respect for all military personnel. They fight for The Constitution. I only hope whatever happens does not happen here. I do not think we can handle it right now. The propaganda is too strong... so strong it can actually light off something unthinkable, a civil war. I can only hope that one day we can all look back and learn... learn.
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