High School Crucible

By Scoundrel Ghost

Crucible

1. A severe test, as of patience or belief;

2. A place, time, or situation characterized

by the confluence of

powerful intellectual, social,

economic, or political forces.

I really don't like starting any form of writing with a definition.

It is lame, weak, the feeble attempt of a feeble mind

grasping to make concrete of the intangible.

However, in this case,

if every freakin parent in America

with a child less than 11 years of age

can lower

their standard of parenting,

by using High School Musical as a baby sitter,

why would I fucking hold

to any of my standards, I might have left?

There is really two problems here.

One, the use of the TV as a baby sitter.

(Get a real one, a real sexy one)

Television.

That mind numbing, glass teat,

spewing fear, propaganda, superficial false realities

of the once American dream turned into a series

of ironic tragic comical nightmares

that only could be conceived by

the likes of

David Lynch,

Tim Burton

and

Stanley Kubrick.

Of course this problem as been going on

since the time of corporate sponsors

lawyers and advertising.

Please understand I'm all for

a capitalistic economy.

If it wasn't for the free market,

we would be filling

prescriptions for leeches

at the barber shop/ apothecary

instead of the novel

ground breaking chemical compounds

that we see so nicely portrayed

and explained by actors meant to

look like us in our American fantasy.

I think you know where all this is going.

Nothing new here.

Second thing is this High School Musical Bullshit.

I heard some idiot say,

" High School MUSICAL IS THE NEW GREASE.

There are soooo many things wrong with that statement.

Simple. Grease was not marketed to children.

It was a PG 13 rated movie

with obvious sexual overtones.

At that time video technology

was not junk throw away cheap equipment

found in every home from the top 10%

over to the welfare recipient.

So when Grease

unlike HSMfucking 1, 2 and 3

was

produced, directed, marketed

and released,

it wasn't for the

sole ( or lack of soul)

intention to strategically

precisely aim

with the devious intentions

of

bilking stupid parents out of their money.

Who is more mindless,

the slop maker or the slop eater?

Here piggy piggies come gobble it up!

I don't blame but i fault the Disney Machine.

I helplessly seethe and rage

at the parent or parents

of our

smelly, sticky, nasty over indulged

most valuable resources.

Children.

I don't know where mine are.

But, I like to think, I hope

on some warm saturday morning

they are inside quietly mesmerized,

wrapped comatosely in a

snuggie of indifference

sucking on the boob of

Barney

and those

adorable

gay teletubbies.

My Once and Future Dream

By Pretty Alice

It is late.

They lie in bed

listening to the falling rain.

His arm across her body.

His knees locked in behind hers.

He runs his hands softly

through her hair as he gently

rubs her head.

Occasionally nibbling and kissing

the back of her neck.

Noticing the sweet and salty

taste of her. Breathing in

the smell of her lotion.

Now his hand firmly grips

her arm as he nuzzles

his face between her shoulder blades.

She feels him press against her,

as his intensity grows.

She pushes into him

her hips moving side to side.

He holds on to her.

She slowly turns and

rolls him to his back.

As she crashes over him like wave after wave

she is the rock

in his sea of insecurity, doubts and fears.

He holds on to her.

For E.C. I'm sorry and I miss you.

Love Pretty

There's No Back Door?!?!

By scoundrel ghost

Bullshit!!!!

Seriously. I mean BULL SHIT!

We are nothing more that smart animals.

Sometimes too smart for our own good.

Any animal caught in a trap would gnaw

off their own leg to escape.

To be free.

Any spouse trapped, will claw through

the wall to make a back door!

Hell, sometimes they are

practically being shoved through the wall.

No animal can live in captivity.

It is genetically imprinted in our brains

fight or flight.

Fighting does not work in a marriage.

Flighting does. Cut bait and run!

When the knot is so deeply tangled

and tied so tight,

undoing it is impossible.

Better to cut off the knot

and make two new separate

whole pieces.

Misery needs company. So if hanging around

for the kids or because your religion says so,

then rethink your thinking.

Unless you want dysfunctional kids

and a life wasted.

My god wants me to be kind and also

healthy and happy.

End the end only a healthy free you

can make a difference in the universe.

When you take care of yourself

then only can you be

strong and independent for others.

Unfortunately, some people cannot change.

They gather and huddle. Wallowing.

Colluding in their perceived victimization.

Refusing to acknowledge their

self pity, fear, anger and denial

of their own responsibility for their lives.

My one saving grace is, i have been one

who pushes to improve, to move forward

searching for growth. When I stand still,

I rot and have rotted.

I know continuing to move forward

in the marriage can be an answer

to solving a problem.

But when there is no progress it is only

the same problems without solutions.

It is the illusion of successful trap.

Sometimes a 90 or 180 degree turn is in order.

Sure cowards run,

but they live to see another

beautiful day.

My First God

As I raised my head up

and looked around at the devastation

I had caused,

near the end of my self-destruction

and at the beginning of my restoration,

reconstruction, whatever

my head was still zooming

and even more so

with the thoughts and comments of

an angry sad man whose

mental obsessive loop played

repeatedly day and night.

First things first.

Choose what is important and what is not.

So, I launched an infinitely large

cardboard box into the even more

infinite universe.

Before I did, I inscribe on the box,

THINGS ON MY DEATHBED THAT DO NOT MATTER.

I know. The box metaphor again?

Sure I love boxes

not for living in

but for storing, sorting or saving.

I have a box in my home marked,

Awesome Inside.

So I began the slow, methodical process

of identifying the

important

and

the

irrelevant uncontrollable useless thoughts.

The recognition was the difficult task,

the discarding was easy.

Slowly over a period months

my mind began to quiet.

There were less thoughts. Calm had arrived

the clamoring was gone.

For the first time in my life I could hear.

It was the beginning of my spiritual path.

A small opening lay ahead of me

from years of misunderstanding,

denying and over-accepting of blame,

guilt and shame.

Now feel free to use my box

at anytime, not as a God

but as place to dump.

A clearing house of priorities and perspective.

It is easy that we gravitate to the negative

at anytime in our lives

and fill our heads with such junk.

In a world where the superficial seems so prominent

and

the existence of

fear, greed and self centeredness is everywhere.

A friend of mine mentioned how

unfair it was that some get a better

start in life than others.

I don't know if fairness has anything to do with it.

I see the universe as perfect, containing

clockwork precision and chaos.

It is the random events where we experience

joy and pain and the possibility of new growth.

It is the clockwork precision we

receive stability, strength and confidence

for understanding of our place here on Al's planet.

It was a long time after that

I developed my directions for living

and my understanding that each day I start over

always vigil and working to maintain balance.

For me, to remain happy and content,

will always require self-awareness and effort.

I am grateful that I discovered my Island

for the directions there keep me on course.

By the way,

should my box filled

with such stuff that shall not

be repeated,

return to Earth

modified from alien technology

just call

Captain Kirk

cause I'm out of here.

Suffering Irony: A Real Goddess of the Universe

Where do I begin? Here.

Have you been amazed today? I hope so. I have.

Remember I live on an island

created by my directions.

You don't know theses directions,

but know this

"I decide what is right or wrong,

I make my decisions about my actions not

on what you think of me or what I think

you will think of or expect of me, as long

as I first approach with kindness."

So there I am on my island doing whatever I am doing

which is exactly what I am supposed to being doing at that moment.

In my bubble moving throughout the universes.

Nudging against mankind. But really

avoiding

and pretending

while smiling away.

As I have read on bumper stickers, Life Happens.

Real decision making moments. Moments that test ones

character and beliefs.

And my moment came out of no where,

this is a day by day situation that requires

all my island can muster.

A fragile, twisted step by step process of holding

true to myself and yet balancing healthy interaction

with a member of mankind.

Lets do one those swirly wavy drift

back in time scenes, as I begin to tell the tale.

20 years ago I knew this

pure,

radiant,

honest,

innocent

real

Goddess of the Universe

that glowed.

Not one I could kill like Pretty did so easily

nor did she need to be..

This one was built emotionally strong and healthy

intact and functioning full force.

As a matter of fact

so much so that I feared her

and being near her that I

had to protect here from

me and my notorious destructive behavior.

This was a remarkable person whose

humor, intelligence mixed with sparkling eyes

and smile and a laugh that stunned anyone

with ability to discern what is real and not.

She was the real deal. OK I think you got the picture.

If not just stop reading and go back to TV.

So you see.....(out of the way back machine)

Now I stumbled across the Goddess not broken

but wounded close to the edge but not at despair.

Hanging in there like that little kitty in the poster.

Here is where you have to trust me because

I can never ever explain to you how this chance meeting

affected me. Life changing moment situation.

So is this part of my spiritual path?

Is this yet another universal test of my character?

It is tricky, what is my will versus my fate?

Sometimes risking action when not knowing can make a mess.

But I could not leave her broken an wounded

anymore than could I have broken or wounded her.

So I am going to be there for her, like I was years ago.

Help her find her way back to that radiant, remarkable glow.

Someone will be hurt in the end.

I hope its me. It should be me. It will be me.

I have hurt more than I have been hurt.

I can suffer the pain of this irony

for the cost

is a small price to pay for

her to see herself the way I see her.

All My Decisions Are Final Until I Change My Mind

What a beautiful thing.

As an individual it is most important

to me to place my Freedom before all others.

And after scrutiny or a fancy whim I might reverse.

Of course,

changing ones mind could just be a indication

of indecisiveness, insecurity or plain stupidity.

And then there is always

during a debate

just when as you are realizing that you are wrong

and terribly out witted

saving face might require a change of thought.

You know, "The Looking Glass Theory"

Following the crowd is easy. You fit in well

and you avoid the judgement others

who are no more

better

or

less than you.

I like the prerogative of being free to change my mind.

It is a challenge to analyze your belief system.

Not the one you were indoctrinated with

but the one you develop as an individual, free thinking organism.

Examples,

There is no God, there is a God.

War or no war.

Too much government or not enough government.

Hot Krispy Kreme or stale Krispy Kreme.

Philosophy is only the discussion

of someting never practice

by the thinker.

Methodologist take action

and once they do a thing then they

can know a thing.

They can be transformed

or

prove that they were correct all along.

Thats how to determine if your decision is final.

It is easy to make a quick decision and a quick change.

It is difficult, and requires reading, and method

to make an intelligent decision and even more

to change that decision.

But like I have written before some decisions

are irrelevant

some

are significant

but

most importantly

some can be irreversible.

If my decision is ultimately in the end

final

I will will follow it out

whether detrimental

or

spiritual.

Fate Up Against My Will or When I Think I Know What I Am Doing I Am Wrong

Ever during a dream found such glorious

ecstasy of reasoning and understanding?

But like a child running so fast, faster and faster

until the brain cannot keep coordination

for the wild recklessness of the boys joyful

spirit he begins clumsily wildly flailing arms,

legs now beyond his control stammering in

a crippled gait disconnected now from his brain,

he comes to a wild stomping tripping crash,

to the the ground.

You wake, the feeling, the emotions of glorious joy still remains,

but the logic the sense of the dream is gone.

Puzzled you move to your daily routine

and eventually the world takes away that euphoria.

Takes away that perfect

logical reasoning and understanding

of the ecstatic joy.

Your every being overwhelmed by

immense love and euphoria experienced.

It is my fate versus my will.

The two intertwining struggling brings my spiritual path

off course into a series of blunders and tragic mishaps.

When I accept my fate as it occurs daily. I

calm, and cage my will. Give it time to see

it is uselessly ragging against the

grandeur of the universe,

and temporarily it will disappear.

And I return to my spiritual path

a continual amazing flow of

peace, love and compassion.

Understanding myself and my place in the universe.

That I give to faith.

I don't need to know how

I got here.

I just owe appreciation and forgiveness

to the fact

that I am.

Life is as I choose to believe.