A Note to Myself

Just a note to myself. Not much to say, just deer in the back yard. urban wildlife, not much more sense than ourselves.
Just something to think about.

from Myself

Thoughts of a Mad Man

A Random Order

To sit and wonder
I ask myself, what of today
what meaning does it have.
These things time has
Questioned for an
eternity, so what.
It takes time to think
but no time for the end.


Beginning

She said "It is Love."
He said "Is it?"
She said "No it's just sex!"
He said "Oh thank God!"
SLAP!!.

EXCLAMATION

Mother "You had what pierced!
A Tattoo!
Ahhhhh!
You're GROUNDED!"

REBUTTAL

Child "That's not fair. It's a free country. Shit!"
Mother "What did you say. COME HERE!"
Door slams
that look given
walking
gone.
Father "It could have been worse."
SLAP!!

A Later Date

Sweet soaked, the once pristine white silk blouse.
her breathing
shortened
lungs straining,
each breath
excruciatingly
painful!

The celluloid snapped, the crowd booed.
She screamed.
Leaving the theater with her friends she felt cheated. 
The vicarious pleasures of this movie snatched away from her.
Back to reality.
Again there was emptiness, a longing for something more with her life,
but nothing.
Home to get drunk by herself once more.

She sits cold.
She has dried, no longer wet from the movie.
Back to reality.
Tomorrow back to work.
Eaten alive.
Not seeing, not understanding. 
Living through the fictitious actions of others.
Wanting more.
A trap to slavery, the imprisonment of the soul.

She just sits back and masturbates.


One ending
No ending
to go
to come
different yet the same
to See
Peace
peace
a smile
just practice
always practice
life
living
breath
a smile
one foot following the other as it should be
a path well worn
a path untrodden
home

And the Buddha sits on my desk laughing



This is Douglas Loudon, have a good day

The Journey begins with a thought

Each journey begins with a thought. Conscious or not. Space and time and being. The journey has already started, not of our own but that does not matter. It began on a beautiful day.

A beautiful day

It is a beautiful day for a walk
the sun is shinning
she steps out her door
and down the street.
He is walking towards her
they know each other
she smiles
he smiles
"Hello" she says
"Hi" is the reply
the knife slices open her belly
the child hits the pavement
he walks away
a tear in her eye
now dead
he sits on a bench
lays the knife beside him
and waits
sirens
wail
women scream
freedoms fall
the first policeman he shoots dead
the second he cripples
the third nothing
did not hear the blast
the man
the bench
gone
the neighbourhood
gone
freedoms gone

collateral damage

shrapnel
a woman looks down
her stomach sliced open
her child dying on the dirt
a tear in her eye
now dead.
freedoms
rights
gone.


Just a thought. Have we given up too many of our freedoms and rights out of fear of what may happen? Where has our courage gone to protect the democratic life that we have. It has given way to fear and overreaction. To live in a free and democratic society, we have to take responsibility for our well being, and that of all minorities within our societies, without curtailing those rights and freedoms that have been gained in the past. Take a close look to what governments have done, and what else they want to do. It is up to each of us to make our voices heard. If we do not now make our voices heard they may never be.

It does not matter your political stripe. What matters is that proper political discussions take place without the rhetoric .

There was an America philosopher John Dewey, one of the books he wrote is called "Freedom and Culture." It may be a good place to start, remembering the knowings, and knowledge of the past, or we may just have many more "beautiful days."


I am Douglas Loudon, have a good day