One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.
He said, 'My son, the battle is between two 'wolves' inside us all..
One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness,...
Sometimes politics has the uncanny effect of mirroring the national psyche even when nobody intended to do that. This is perfectly illustrated by the rousing effect that Gov. Sarah Palin had on the Republican convention in Minneapolis this week. On the surface, she outdoes former Vice President Dan Quayle as an unlikely choice, given her negligent parochial expertise in the complex affairs of governing. Her state of Alaska has less than 700,000 residents, which reduces the job of governor to ...
can you believe it?
Governor of Alaska,
married to a commercial fisherman.
republican VP nominee
she says this election is not about change,
it's about courage.
she says global energy resources
are in the hands of tyrants and radical Islamists.
Soooo, they wanna play the ol' bad cop/sexy cop routine, huh?
i know it's been a long, long time
i have neglected you.
there has not been a day that has gone by
that i did not think of you
and wish i had the gumption to call.
i can't explain why it has been so hard,
except that my paramour drained me dry.
for a long while
i have been in mourning.
but, finally, i feel my life juices flowing back to the marrow,
awakening to the joy of my beautiful life,
my precious friends.
i love you.
How should I seek to make a song for thee
When all my music is to moan thy name?
That long sad monotone- the same - the same -
Matching the mute insatiable sea
That throbs with life's bewitching agony,
Too long to measure and too fierce to tame!
An hurtful joy, a fascinating shame
Is this great ache that grips the heart of me.
Even as a cancer, so this passion gnaws
Away my soul, and will not ease its jaws
Till I am dead. Then let me die! Who knows
But that this corpse committe...
sing me a song
fly me to the moon
annointed by spirit's sacred elixir of light
let's rocket through the veil
spinning in our celestial bodies
doin' the alchemical fusion dance
sanctify our souls
and on our way down the mountain
lay me down gently
in the tall soft grass
of our loony imagination