Yet another.....poem.

Encouraged by a comment on a previous post I offer up this for your consideration.

And as the coins falls
I watch breathless
Spinning slowly around it
Around it all.

The crushing weight
The voice of the child
The tears of agony
The vacancy of loss.

The despair.

The whispers.

The silence.

Left with these remains
Wanting your action
I
Run from this place
You left me in.

Merry Christmas....everyone!

It has become offensive to say Merry Christmas. Is that not truly astounding? Apparently Wal-Mart (in the US) is asking it’s meeter greeters to “guess” a persons religion and then say Merry Christmas or not. We have truly gone insane. If you are offended by a greeting that wishes you health and joy you need to go home. When you get there, close you doors and bolt your windows shut. Have your food delivered and to avoid contact with the poor unsuspecting delivery person, leave the money on your porch.

This issue has always made me wonder about the human condition. There was a time when saying Merry Christmas was simply that, you said Merry Christmas. If you were Jewish you said, thanks and kept on going. Or maybe you said, I’m a Jew. Regardless the sentiment was appreciated. I can’t imagine the person that twists this into something offensive. Get over yourself.

The acknowledgement of one cultures (or religions) holiday does not insult or belittle another. What does is making an issue out it. I say we all, regardless of our beliefs, wish everyone a Merry Christmas. I think we should sue Wal-Mart if they do not say Merry Christmas. How dare they not acknowledge this holiday and offer me greetings of health and happiness. Does that sound crazy? It should and lets face it, the opposite is too.

A great poem...

Not sure if it is punctuated correctly or even if it is accurate. I searched the web and took the first version I found.....


William Ernest Henley - 1849–1903



Invictis




Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever Gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloodied, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade.
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punishments the scrolls,
I am the master of my fate.
I am the Captain of my soul.

Blogger Wall

I've hit the Blogger wall yet again. I have been absent and thinking about what I can blog. I have no doubt there are millions of things I can write about but yet nothing comes to mind. Maybe I will post a couple of things that are of interest to me. See where that leads....

Jessica Coleman - Baby Killer

I decided to delete this post. For reasons unknown to me the post has generated 36 comments. Most of which are pretty lame. Everything from the ridiculous to the sublime. I really like the comment that we or I should be more concerned about real crime like "rape and child abuse". I guess in this commenter's mind killing your baby isn't a real crime or child abuse. Interesting. Anyway, I got tired of the emails so I am removing the post. I'll leave the comments for your amusement.