A Miss Before Flying


i want to run away,

To stay,

And I can’t find the way,

No method in my mind

To leave this behind,

The traps that I find
I want to go home

Too tired to roam

I left a feeling alone

And never touched it,

But now It’s reaching me,

It’s begging and beseeching me

To return from the far away roads

To the place that I know

To where I started the show,

My heart started to grow,

My mind started to know,

All that matters
I want a ticket on a plane

Before I can’t afford it

I want a place to remain

Where all my love won’t be hoarded

In tiny boxes and bags

In finery and rags

On a throne or in the gutter

Commanding armies or

Churning butter

I want a plan for escape

With minimal red tape

And a happily-ever-after at the end

I want more than I’ve earned

But look how I’ve learned

I won’t leave any stones unturned

To find my home, to not be alone, to remove from my bones this longing and aching, to seal up the cracks in my breaking, to once again start giving more than I’m taking,
I need a vacation

And I don’t want to take me along

Momma Said

 

  I was raised by a single mother and three sisters. My first friend was a girl. Most of my friends have been females. We had cats, a lot of girl cats. I’ve read a lot of books written by women. I’ve listened to (and loved) songs written and recorded by women. I’ve had really close friends and their mothers always liked me. 

This, in no way, makes me an authority on women. 

I have a wife, a daughter, and several female friends.

 I have eyes, ears and a working brain.

 I have reasoned my way to an understanding, betwixt my brain and my balls, a truce between thought and urge, a de-militarized zone between my mind and my dick. 

I have three sons. I tell them, several times a day, what my mother taught me –

“Keep your hands off of your weiner and off of other people.”

It’s not enough to say, act this way in public. 

The true test of a man’s character is what he does when no one is watching.(John Wooden)

My oldest son is 13. I know that the raging river of hormonal metamorphosis is starting. I know that soon his pecker is going to be his main focus. Puberty is a difficult time. We change from children into children with sexual urges. 

I tell my son, leave it alone. Wash it when it’s dirty, and otherwise, try to ignore it. 

I know, I know… This isn’t part of the patriarchal dialogue. This doesn’t fit into the way that we see male physiology. 

I’ve seen it my whole life, from myself to my brothers and friends to men on television shows to literary characters and society says, men can’t help it. Dicks run the world. A man can’t control his penis. 

That’s the most ridiculous bullshit ever. 

My younger sons are constantly fiddling with their fidget-sticks. I tell them to stop. 

All three of my sons put their hands on others without permission. 

I tell them to stop. 

The two subjects are related. 

There is a need for boundaries. People need to respect the difference between “mine” and “yours”. Men, especially. We need a new dynamic in this world. 

We need to understand, men. 

Men, boys, all those that identify as male. 

We need to stop using that as an excuse for terrible actions. We need to create a boundary between our minds and our cocks. 

I know that the idea is quite foreign to most men, but I promise you that you won’t become female, or gay, or invisible, or alien, or a giant block of cheddar cheese, you won’t stop being a person. 

In fact, if that’s your fear, I challenge you to really think about that. We have ruled all of human history, we proud beasts with our mighty cocks and our dangling testes. Our physical strength and sexual virility has literally conquered the earth. 

Of course, along the way, we also destroyed and degraded most of humanity. We’ve cheapened life and made existence a filthy parade of dicks being dicks to dicks, one dick United in dickhood, with a dick-tatorship created by dicks, for dicks and about dicks. We’ve even got a ranking system based on money, which makes a whole lot of sense, because money helps dick the world over every day. 

The point here, the one I’m trying to make, is that I’m a Dad. I tell my sons to leave their dicks in their pants and to keep their hands off of other people. 

And my instructions mean dick. 

When my wife tells them, they listen. 

So we use that. Momma said, don’t play with your weiner. Momma said, don’t touch other people without permission. Don’t touch their things, their bodies, don’t touch them with your hands or your weiners. Don’t take pictures of your weiner and send it to people. That’s a dick move. 

My Momma said, you were born with a brain and a weiner and every day you have to choose which one is in charge. 

I’ve chosen both ways, through my almost forty years. 

My dick, well… He’s a dick. He doesn’t care about right and wrong. He doesn’t choose wisely, based on rational thought and integrity. He chooses to seek gratification. That is how dicks are programmed. 

My mind chooses more wisely. I choose compassion, love, integrity, poetry. I choose art, literature, romance, friendship, family. My mind is kind, my mind is interested in other minds and their thoughts, choices, interests. 

https://youtu.be/8APUM-b4-ns

I’m not standing here trying to convince all men that their dicks don’t matter. 

I’m saying that being a decent person means more than a dick. 

Momma said, be proud of what you do, not what you have. 

I’m not standing here, telling the world that I’m “not one of those men” 

I have used my maleness for male purposes in life. I have never forced myself on anyone, but I have certainly enjoyed male privilege in my life. I have a dick, which is like being a rich white guy in the U.S.  The world has been controlled by dicks so long that I don’t have any way to know if I’m “one of those”

 I do know that I have a choice. 

I do know that my sons have a choice. 

Make choices with brain. 

Make fuck with dick. 

Keep your hands to yourself, and use your brain more than your penis. 

Please. 

Eyes, Skies, Lies


 
It’s okay if you feel like these are just words on a screen, and if that obscures the obscene from your mental regime than I cannot fault your resolve and try to topple your walls, if it’s somethin strange in your neighborhood and you don’t call Ghostbusters than I’m not sure we can really connect. 
So. I see a lowered flag waving from your heart, and I want to help it fly boldly and proudly, to stand true and strong and somehow find light in private imagined darkened rooms, pre-emptively constructed tombs of doubt and despair, to climb up the ladders and fly up the stairs no matter how the stares and the glares might pierce you and demean, your challenges accepted, you are coming clean.
] tell me what you need
And I will provide
When they read of my love for her they look above her but none could ever be supreme to her she is my queen to serve and my life is what she deserves to burn if she wants fire I’m fuel, an uncontested duel of whatever you want and what I’m willing to do, but I would sell my child’s organs for you because my skies are all lies covering a thin disguise and my eyes cannot pry from locked doors and closed minds what truth in my life I should not leave behind.  
i can’t say anything anymore without thinking of how it sounds, 
 
is there a gentle touch inside us all which might propel some form emotional evolution, some type of redistribution of values and ideas which have been seen to be false; perhaps on a cold day all men shiver, and time is a package which never remains undelivered, but the hearts of all creatures are designed with a purpose, to live the next fraction of a second before your life muscles contract, every breath is gone with no guarantee of payback.
At times I think the whole world has gone crazy and at times I know there is no world or any crazy which is crazier than the thought of a placebo effect and we still won’t believe that we are what we perceive…is there any sense to any of these insane pursuits which scuff up our boots and leave us bereft, clinging to the small pieces left from the last time we loved and got broken again. 
someday all the doubts that live in my head will be silenced for good and I will believe what I cannot deny. 
Maybe.

From Sea to Shining Hipocrisy


A long time ago, 
In a galaxy far, far away… 
The time has passed with no sign of progress, our beloved nation of freedom and principles has become a literal charnel house of horrors.  
The United States of America was, honestly, founded on hypocrisy. Slave owners that did not recognize the humanity of women or any ethnic group not descended from European stock spoke of the equality of all men, with back door deals and secret handshakes. 
To be free of British taxation and rule the colonial Americans fought, and mythology was born in the form of historical fairytales. George Washington never chopped down that cherry tree and confessed his sin. Thomas Jefferson is commonly represented as a pillar of Liberty, yet the man owned and used his slaves, people of color who did not own the bodies they lived in, Andrew Jackson enacted the genocide of almost all native people who had lived mostly peacefully for a few thousand years, from sea to shining sea. 
Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves, but only in half-measures. The newly freed slaves were legally counted as three-fifths of a person. I’m not sure what sixty percent of a person looks like, but I’m reasonably sure that it isn’t a human with equal rights. 
A hundred years after the Civil War, equality was still a lie told to the populace of this country. It took impossible efforts and lost lives to push the Civil Rights Act of 1964 through legislative process, to force the bigots and racists working for local and state governments to allow some small measure of legal equality to people not called “white”. 
Fifty years have passed since that legislation was ratified and still racism runs rampant, not just in small towns and the ‘Deep South’ but throughout this entire nation.  
The back door deals have never been dissolved. Families like the Rothschilds and Rockefellers still own everything, including the governing bodies and courts. Elections are held as a pretense to appease the ignorant masses. No real change has been made. Oligarchy has moved out of the shadows into common knowledge and the idea of freedom has been willingly sacrificed for convenience and supposed safety.
You may read this and call me a conspiracy theorist, or an idiot, or any number of slurs and insults.  
You may read this and agree with all that I say, but shrug and say, 
“What can one person do?” 
One person, that’s all I am. I have studied and I have researched and I guarantee you I do not have all of the truth, all of the story, and I certainly do not have all of the answers. 
What I have is hope.  
I hope that you can see that skin color, sexual preference and religious affiliation do not determine the worth of a person. 
I hope that you can see past your programmed prejudices, your traditional values, your ingrained impulses to behold the humanity in every person, and recognize that no group of people is defined by any one characteristic. We are all individuals, we are all unique and we all have the ability to adapt to new conditions. It is that adaptability which propelled humanity above and outside the natural order, it placed us outside the food chain, it established us as the ultimate animal. 
It is adaptability we need, more than ever before. We must see that our path is headed toward the Hell spoken of so glibly by bible-pushers. This planet has the resources to support all of us, yet we are allowing a tiny percentage of us to rule everything, to own everything, to discard humans in a never-ending game of Risk, or Monopoly. 
When will we realize that we are many, we are strong, and our only hope is to join together?
I am not the first to say this, and I hope I will not be the last. 
We must reconfigure our paradigm, we must embrace each other and stop our Hellbound march. The only chance we have is to adapt to our new conditions, namely, the eternally connected world which offers the entirety of human knowledge at the touch of a button. 
We must stand, together, now.  
We have the ability, we have the opportunity, we have the desire for a better world.  
There is a change coming,  
(like always) 
There is a new reality approaching.  
The only question is, 
Will we adapt?  
Will you?  
I hope so.  

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