To Every Thing There Is A Season...

"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

a time to be born, and a time to die;

a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 

a time to kill, and a time to heal; 

a time to break down, and a time to build up;

a time to weep, and a time to laugh;

a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;

a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

a time to get, and a time to lose;

a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

a time to rend, and a time to sew;

a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

a time to love, and a time to hate;

a time of war, and a time of peace."

~ Ecclesiastes 3. 1-8

 

Am I...

... a naive visionary, idealist, dreamer unable to accept "reality" and navigate/manage worldly affairs?

 ... a fanatical revolutionary living/dying for the cause?

... a truth-teller, having to live with the consequences of seeing/speaking clearly and directly?

... a writer, driven by an inner compulsion, reduced to starving in the attic for my art?

... a loving, conscientious parent, preparing my child for the changing, new world he will inhabit?

... an irresponsible parent, dragging my child into my illusory world and teaching him my crackpot beliefs?

... a lazy bludger/moocher, full of a sense of entitlement and afraid of hard work?

... a seriously crazy person, living/acting out an elaborate mass hallucination?

... a combination of all of the above?

... none of the above?

Does it matter?

LYRICS:

here's a song from deep in the hole
here's a song from deep in the hole
la la la la la la la la la
something for free something for you
something for me from out of the blue
something is wrong something is right
something has called from out of the night
what does it mean? why do you need to know?
here's a song from deep in the hole
here's a song from deep in the hole
la la la la la la la la la
sick from the sea sick from the air
sick from the view ain't nobody there
just want a taste to feel like i did
the night that you came to the hole where i hid
when they let you down it's all you need to know
here's a song from deep in the hole
here's a song from deep in the hole
la la la la la la la la la

Have You Ever Noticed...

...Just how dysfunctional love songs are?

They're all about co-dependency and often about enabling continuing emotional abuse...

"I can't live without you"

You're my everything"

"What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?”

“Lie to me… lie to me…make like you love me…”

LYRICS:

It cost me a lot
But there's one thing that I've got
It's my man
It's my man

Cold or wet
Tired, you bet
All of this I'll soon forget
With my man

He's not much on looks
He's no hero out of books
But I love him
Yes, I love him

Two or three girls
Has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him

I don't know why I should
He isn't true
He beats me, too
What can I do?

Oh, my man, I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just despair
But I don't care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright
All right

What's the difference if I say
I'll go away
When I know I'll come back
On my knees someday

For whatever my man is
I'm his forevermore

 

LYRICS:
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you

Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you

O can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches with every step you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you

Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby please

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you

 

I Do Not Want To Be An Emperor...

Maybe the Senator from Vermont talked with Charlie Chaplin...

Hate...

Tahani Salah performs Hate at the 2006 Urban Word NYC Teen Poetry Slam

So - what is your answer to this young woman?   

What will you tell your children you did to stop the hate?