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My mind keeps coming back to that Monday
when we sat outside in the grotto lawn.
I stretched out flat on a chair below
so you could not see me as you sang your songs.

My eyes traced the veins of the of the leaves above
while you told me of your plan.
It rained flowers that matched my shirt.
and silently my teardrops ran.

Ain’t it funny how our memories change with time?
or how a penny whistle tune can be sublime?

When what you seek and who you are merge
you simply divide again, I am afraid my friend.

But why that’s how it goes
only the cosmos truly knows.

Now, I have loved a man longer than I have not.
and I’ve not found many who know what I have got.

I’m so glad to share the laughter
and a pocket full of dreams.
because now I see that lonely heart
is busting to the seams.

It is beautiful to see the love that I have that is so true
you have found in someone beautiful and I have to say
my darling,
Love looks good on you.

I got another of those emails about how much illegal aliens are costing us, the subject line of it was actually, “More Costly Than Iraq.” It’s been a while since I’ve posted a political rant, so…

For my tax dollar, I’d much prefer paying for welfare, food, education and medical attention for people — regardless of citizenship status — than perpetrating an illegal war creating more and more hatred for the United States abroad.

So people saying that war is a great way to spend my money as opposed to blowing it all on food will never have my agreement. War is never the answer. War brings more and more fighting, hatred, and pain. Have you seen gas prices lately? If that were merely supply and demand, oil companies wouldn’t be posting obnoxious profits. We sacrifice American children to kill foreign children over money via oil.
What that article doesn’t comment on is how illegal aliens contribute to our economy. Like the fact that honest, hardworking Americans just don’t show up to do many of the jobs they do. They pay sales tax. They contribute to local economies by spending the paltry sums unscrupulous American business owners get away with paying them — precisely because they are undocumented. You don’t blame mold for growing on bread. You blame the person who left the bread out, right? So we’re going to punish the undocumented aliens for being brave enough to leave their homes, take crappy jobs in circumstances no American would tolerate by throwing them out? Who will mow our lawns? Clean our rooms? Pick our fruit? Americans? Think again.
In short, I’d rather feed them than kill them any day.

It saddens me that so many Americans are so jaded about death and killing that they look for misdirections such as the illegal immigration issue, abortion, gay marriage, and gun control rather than focusing on the fact that we’re facing another quagmire in Iraq and Afghanistan. And the Darfur genocide continues, but Darfur doesn’t sit on an oil field, so we decide we’re suddenly not world police.
Politicians keep misdirecting us, and like sheep, Americans follow the bouncing ball.
Like John Lennon said, “War is over. If you want it.”

I know you already know.  That’s what I’m really writing about.  I found out less than half an hour after he was pronounced dead, and I’ve never even met the guy.  They say bad news travels fast, but with the advent of the Internet, it’s downright CREEPY when news like this is old before the body gets to the morgue.

Ruth lingered in the doorway just long enough to see for certain what she had been suspecting. Once she had her proof, she turned and shot down the hallway like an arrow to her target which had been placed on the back of the utility room door for emergencies just like this one. She was furious and intended to do harm. This was no ordinary anger either. This was rage that had been building for weeks when she first started seeing the signs. It wasn’t obvious right away. Just a little thing here or there, but she had seen it with her own eyes. Now that she knew the whole story, she could almost smell them doing their dirty business down the hall. Did they think they could just get away with this in her house? Don’t think so! She armed herself and started on her journey stepping ever so softly as not to alert them to her presence. She was always such a gentle soul, but there were some things in this world that she just would not abide. She eased the door open and began to open fire. “Die you pig-fuckers! Die!”, she howled as she unloaded the canister on to the floor of her kitchenette. “There will be no cockroaches in my kitchen as long as I walk this earth!”, she exclaimed and tossed the now empty can of Raid into the garbage. She sighed happily and armed off the bomb that would finish the job as she slipped out her front door to meet Emilia.