Food For Thought

By Scoundrel Ghost

I'm trying to save the world one or two cheese burgers at a time.
However,  I must keep in mind, Rome didn't fall in a day.

Illusion Confusion Delusion Solution

BY Scary Halloween






It is late.
I stand in the suburbs amongst
the sleeping in their houses, the big yards,
elaborate swingsets and screened porches.


I am an alien here.


A song by Bob Dylan runs through my head,

There must be some kind of way out of here,”
Said the joker to the thief.

“There’s too much confusion,
I can’t get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine,
Plowmen dig my earth.
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth.”

“No reason to get excited,”
The thief he kindly spoke.
“There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we’ve been through that,
And this is not our fate.
So let us not talk falsely now,
The hour is getting late.”

I refuse to lie to myself, to you and others. 


For me it is not how to get out or how to get in.
I can't know what I know, even if I look the part,
I can't stomach it. I must remain.


There is no place for me but on my island. What have I
ever known except what I know now?


No mystery to the meaning of life. Love and be loved.
That is all anything is worth.


Everything else is an illusion. All of man and God's creation
is meaningless, empty and hollow without selfless love.


How much can one change if they even realize they need to?
Eventually you top out or bottom out. You go as far as
any individual can go. And then you are finished. You are done. All that remains
is memory in someone's head.

This thought came to me over dinner and conversation
with a man that I cannot even begin to compare.


Honest, kind, loving, tireless, strong.


Because of him and others I would have slipped away due to
mere indifference or out of pure boredom.
But their love for me has given me the gift of being able to love.

In The Swirling Cosmos

By Scary Halloween

Precision and Chaos

Yin and Yang

Healthy and Unhealthy

Hot and Cold

Evil and Good

Life and Death

Truth and Deceit

Is and Is Not

however you want to name it,

identify it,

exist as one thing

each is its fuel and exhaust.

My actions, my thoughts, my words,

even my posture and facial expressions

as mush as I don't want it

to be so, as much as I don't want

to be burdened by this,

possesses the power of both,

the power of dichotomy.

As we live we are dying

as I accept you I deny another/myself

as I deny you I accept another/myself.

It is the decisions we don't want

to make

that are the decisions

to make.

Yet, actions without decisions

although with potential for volatility

can be a solution. Volatility in of itself

can be a solution. But what remains?

And as I burn and exhaust

feed and eliminate my actions

this spiral of energy spreads out

swirling, combining and spiraling again

and against and within

all other living things.

There is no one path out

and no one path in.

Knowing this,

staying connected to this

listening, seeing, touching, hearing, smelling,

sensing this is

balance of human life.

Conscious of existence

choosing, deciding, accepting

is crucial everyday

every minute of that day.

Interaction and change is inevitable

but not always expected or understood

but that is where always the

struggle for balance performs.

Sharon. Thanks for the title change. 

The bomb the flood and the boy.

By Pretty Alice

It goes off in the chest no relief still

remaining. It is the feel of grip around

his heart. he stumbles

and trips from the start.

They will tell him the truth.

we have tried all of us. Here inside.

"you must return to the booth."

"you again must hide."

From the carnival barker

(with the quips from the words, the blades using

the power of the past to destroys lives)

so from outside he enters

with the barker's nod.

Protected. In the retro golden booth.

You know to face the velvet curtains because you

are odd.

So odd.

Why so odd? Why do

what you have done time and again?

He goes from his bed.

then his chair.

then to the place he fuels his head.

It is the mind the place from within.

He hears,

"Such a repetitive boy tinkering around with a dangerous toy."

Rushing, rolling, rising and exploding the voice speaks to him.

I will drown them all they will choke

and gasp to breathe no more.

so then I can open, so that I may be free

once more

outside the golden door.

I'm Glad Christ Wasn't Treated Fairly

By Scary Halloween

I was speaking to a dear friend today. Her daughter attended

the elementary school's annual Easter Egg Hunt.

Sadly each child was to hunt for only 14 eggs. Once they found 14 they were

instructed to stop so that each student would have 14 eggs.

This is so unfair. Now I don't usually subscribe to fair and unfair.

Life is for each person what it is. Some are

stronger, faster, smarter, and better looking than others.

It is the circumstance of genetics.

As humans we are responsible to develop or waste what we are given.

However, when our society starts attempting to make everything equal and fair,

then it is unfair to go against the natural order of birth and the individual.

It robs from our birth right the journey to discover our individual gifts,

our strengths and our weaknesses and place in this world.

Can you imagine what it was like for the students that have a better

visual acuity, are faster and more clever with the the context clues as

to the whereabouts of hidden eggs,

to wait around for the other kids to find their fourteen eggs?

How exciting it must of been for the more competitive children to

hurry up get their 14 eggs and then do nothing.

It must of been so great for the kids less skilled to be the last

still searching for the less obviously hidden eggs.

Why didn't the school just hand out the eggs?

It would not have been any more futile.

"Here kid, takes theses eggs and go home."

Kurt Vonnegut published his short story

"Harrison Bergeron", in 1961.

48 years later this tale of a society is coming true.

Soon we will live in Vonnegut's absurd world

where the strong are artificially weakened by sandbags to

exhibit equal strength to all,

the attractive are prosthetically altered to look plain like everyone,

and the intelligent hear a horrible noise every few minutes to disrupt

their thoughts so that they have the same IQ as everyone.

We wonder why is society slipping. How did entitlement

lead to this? Everyone gets the same? No suffering? No challenge?

No choice to work or quit to succeed or fail?

Giving people something for nothing

couldn't possibly take away their motivation and most importantly

their dignity.

If you think that socialism works you are a person

who lives in fear or anger, afraid and angry, going about life

wanting and jealous of those who have what you wouldn't earn.

Or

You "pity" those who don't have what you have

or you chose socialist beliefs due to guilt for having

more than others.

Regardless, I don't want any help.

Just love, encouragement and healthy guidance.

Let me find my way to natural ability,

earned self improvement. It is most human of us

to struggle and develop with independence

regardless of success or failure.

Banana Slip or Freudian Split?

By Scoundrel Ghost

What is in a word?

Nothing really other than its definition

if used correctly.

However the simple word can have a powerful impact,

a common everyday word can heal or destroy.

Its all in the context, the situation and how the word is spoken.

For example, the misplaced word.

Mom for Wife.

Dad for Husband.

or Bob for Bill/ Jane for Mary

(YIKES)

or even Bob for Mary and Jane for Bill.

(DOUBLE YIKES)

Take that now place in a less common

setting, not driving in the car having a friendly discussion,

or sitting with your therapist pouring out your heart;

but in the bed, in the throws of ecstasy,

the brink of climax, disaster strikes,

she says, "Oh Jim!".

And you are not Jim you are Spock.

(TRIPLE YIKES)

It can happen and it can be a simple slip

that leads to a split

regardless of the fact

that is just one simple spoken word

in the wrong place at the wrong time.