Season

           open buds, your beautiful bloom

              breathes away the frosty air

                leaving no memories here

                among Green march grass

                    you slowly push away

                          all that remains

                            of bittersweet

                                  sorrow

                                    and

                                   grow 

                                   anew

        only you bring constant joy 

leaves on trees grow rough and firm

    a steady rhythm soothes the air of pain

 everything shines in sunlight yellow

new perspective comes day by day

       allowing each new thing to

                 find its place

a new wind blows

colors all the same exact hue

are now cast into shadow and red glimmer
  allowing things to be thrown into fresh interpretation

   only you know what it is to see things from angles

            skewed with the shifting light of moon

                    days begin to grow short

                      hours fade quickly away

                              minutes pass

                                     falling

                                      away

                                        into 

                                       dark

                         snow

                    lays upon

              hard ground and

         leaves no errant traces

     of sweet new life or blossoms

  only the glint of light off reflected flakes

   brings hope that all may soon come 

                      back to 

                           warmth

                     however 

                             even 

                              that

                            grows

                              faint

   

Zen Master Teaching #65

Zen Master Teaching #65: Always wash hands thoroughly. Memory can fail one at certain times. One does not wish Icy Hot from finger to end up on tongue.

We Are Next.

Guys, I am not jumping on my soapbox. In fact, I am calm as a rock in a snowstorm here. I know what the stakes are and I know where the hearts of the citizens of America lie. The truth is people are unhappy and we are going to see it soon. I am not unduly worried. However, we are not yet headed down that road. Right now is the dangerous time. We, ladies and gentleman, are headed to be socialistic. Whether you think that is a good thing or not is irrelevant. Socialism does not work, never has and never will. We are corrupt, greedy beings who look out for themselves. The systems we have barely work... but they do work. There are perfect systems out there. Whether they have been implemented or not... well, time will tell. However, our country is not headed down the straight and narrow. Our principles have been jeopardized. Don't believe me? Just read all the presses. Look at who writes each article. Trace who they work for. All sides have some corruption, but I guarantee you, some have it as their main goal. Some people want us all under a system of control. Crazy? Fantastic? Ridiculous? ... How quickly we forget the Cold War.

Either way (whether we do fall into the pits of corruption and foolish ideas that we are headed towards or not) I know I will be safe. Survival is first, and I will forever be two steps ahead of those who are out to put me down. However, my job for now is to inform all of you what is out there. Read the article below and tell me we are not headed here next. Bet you twenty bucks (what's the dollar worth now? Maybe I should bet euro...) this kind of stuff is already happening. Don't take that bet.... the dice are loaded in my favor.


RUSSIA TO PROSECUTE YOUTUBE POLICE WHISTLEBLOWER

MOSCOW (Reuters) – A former policeman who accused senior officers of corruption in a series of video blogs will himself face prosecution for abuse of office, Russian investigators said on Monday.
Former police major Alexei Dymovsky became a household name in Russia earlier this year when he used YouTube to appeal to Prime Minister Vladimir Putin to tackle corruption in the police force.
A criminal case would be brought against Dymovsky for "fraud committed by a person using his official position," according to a statement from Prosecutor-General's investigative committee. It gave no further details.
Dymovsky, who worked for the police force in the Black Sea port of Novorossiisk, appealed to Putin to rein in senior officers whom he accused of pressuring subordinates to charge innocent people to meet statistical targets.
"I want to show you from the inside the life of cops across Russia ... the ignorance, the boorishness, the recklessness, where officers die because of their dim-witted bosses," Dymovsky said in the video.
The clip received more than one million hits on YouTube.
He was fired after making the appeal. Regional police also conducted their own investigation after the videos were released, which they said did not back up Dymovsky's allegations.
Corruption is endemic in Russian society and global surveys have repeatedly ranked the former Soviet state as one of the most corrupt in the world.

Zen Master Teaching #64

Zen Master Teaching #64: Unwise is he who drinks sugared beverage before sleep. If one wishes for rest, one cannot be energetic. More wise to consume soothing concoctions, or else will one bounce off walls like proverbial rubber ball.

Night

Cold, broken, lonely, here I lie
on the small bed of my mistakes.
Fierce, howling wind blows through my veins,
Sharpening my cruel pains and aches.
I see here no light reflected.
My small darken’d room does not care
What long scars I have afflicted
With sick, poisonous summer air.
Wounds will go deep, and deeper still,
Angry shadows of an age past.
They have the tools to break my will
And shatter all my resolve last.
But quickly, deep breaths do I take
To calm me from my blackest fears
Few struggles of man ever make
A protest which falls on deaf ears.
These memories will pass and fade,
In time, I will refuse to weep.
I look at things I have now made
And retire to a fitful sleep.

Maybe? I don't know... This poetry thing is all well and good, but it seems as though it is never quite written as I want it...

Inevitabilty

Fresh young tree in spring time heat,

Feel the weed take water sweet.

Lone deer running in the cold, 

Fear the hunter cruel and bold.

Rabbit who is wise and calm, 

See the wolf who runs so long.

Butterfly on high tree branch,

Hear the mantis comes to dance.

Human, high upon the crown,

Know you will burn to the ground.

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I have no title for this... it is the first in Iambic pentameter...

Soft December flakes fall upon the ground.

Sunlight peers down through imposing storm clouds.

The boy walks alone without a word or sound.

His footfalls echo only in his mind.

Memories distant flow before his eyes.

To his core, tendrils of fear seep like ice.

He sees bright futures as though they have past.

Mind, body and soul know what he now has.

A soul entombed, as though in hard bronze cast.

He struggles to shatter his prison cold.

Resolve gathers strength, he tries to be bold.

The world will fade, but his love grows not old.