BED TIME IN THE GARDEN OF PHILOSOPHY

The day comes to a close and slowly I wind down, putting on the brakes to the fast-paced thoughts racing through my cranium. We closed the day by watching the movie SPANGLISH. I have heard that a lot of people didn't like it. Which is ok, everyone is entitled to their opinion.

What is very, very wrong with this world, is that there are so very many people who think that there are a whole lot of other people who should be under the lash and a microscope, their morals legislated and their lives carefully examined and watched. The only people I think should be carefully watched are those who are short-tempered and violently inclined! And people who would have us all ruled by the mores of the religious right!

Sorry, but I really think we should all be making our own decisions when it comes to morals, lifestyle and religious beliefs. I strongly believe in separation of church and state! I firmly believe that there should be no laws legislating morality. And most of all, I believe that there should be absolutely no laws governing and permitting censorship!

Censorship is something for parents to do in their homes when their children are at home and growing up into adults. A lot of parents are not good parents. But I don't believe in censorship. Who is going to decide what church someone else goes to? Who is going to decide who can see certain movies and who can't? You want to be a censor? Censor yourself!

There are hundreds of religions. Hundreds of different bibles.

There are hundreds of thousands of different personalities on the planet.

No one has any business censoring other adults...

NO ORDINARIES

There are no ordinary men nor women nor children any where. We are all so unique, so alike, so different, so much the same. Solomon in all his wisdom, said, there is nothing new and I acquiese... and though I know it, so many ways appear to my wandering mind to say and show something different, something new somehow, something to draw critical minds to lay claim to distrust and anxiety as they critique. Every one is a critic, terrible in their own minds, just knowing that no one can be quite as horrible. I, said the critic, am the one none can stand up to.

How can a God of creation create the teeming millions of minds and hearts, making them so uniquely different, yet so uniquely alike? Nothing new under the sun. Yet I see something different in every eye, something not so ordinary in every girls' question, something not so paled to the intellects who quest after other great minds who think similarly.

Nor fallacious operations of inquisitive critics' minds will deter honest hearts as they pursue dreams that no other can see or feel. We're no ordinaries, here, and we seek to find, act to create, do new things, have thoughts that rise above a moment ago, and move in high directions. The cook in the kitchen, yelling at the kitten under her feet. shant be long vocal for I can move the felonious feline to a dungeon other than the one he wanders!

JANUARY DUSK, the poem

Evenings' deepening shadows, the tao of cliche, stretch across a western sky, it's fingers trees dark lay. Moving like a sighing, like the cold and dismal wind, the shao of the winter laying hard upon its' friend, comes bitter as a coffee and black as coffee' dark, looking for the evening star, for somewhere it can park.

Upon the wintry ridges of a western broken line, of homes of various shapes and size, where leaves scat as they whine. However dark it will become, transition lends it's art- and it doesn't matter just how cold! it gets into the heart. And leaves its mark of color, of snow and other light, to trip the mind of seekers as they search the wintry night!

Farewell, this day of days, this pleasured trace upon the yes. The first dawn's movement on our streets has left us with surprise!