In the wake of tragedy we search for answers. As a society we blame,point fingers, demand change. What change do we demand of ourselves?
It is sad to acknowledge one life can take so many. One person in a moment of selfishness can take upon themselves them destiny of so many innocent victims. Yet, what have we done to stop such calousness?
Picture if you will a table in an otherwise empty room. On this table are the following items. A shotgun,A box of bullets, a hunting knife, a bow, a quiver of arrows, a bottle of medicine (potassium to be exact), and a stack of books, the top book a dictionary.
What is your first thought? What do you see?
When you see a gun what do you think of?
Far more often then not these items are seen as weapons of destruction. Why?
I challenge you to change your thinking. Look at the table again. See a man going into the woods to get dinner for his family. A father and son saying thank you to a God that provided a healthy animal and to the animal for giving its life. See a woman preparing that animal. A family gathered for a healthy meal they obtained from the resources around them.
Knowledge and words can be just as deadly as the bullets and arrows. It is not the object. It is the hands that hold them that determine their intent.
How do we stop hate? How do we protect our loved ones? How do we change a society that has become infested with negativity?
Values, morals, love. Teach our children respect for life. Help the world see the fleeting experience of life uninterupted. The beautiful positive change one person can make in a hundred lives around them. Be kind to everything. Even the smallest of animals. Accept that it is the diversity of culture, ethnicity, and thought that makes our society a super power in the world. Embrace our differences with love and respect. Teach our children to do the same.
Hate breads hate but one act of kindness can touch a hundred lives.
*my thoughts* please feel free to express yours. I will listen.
In desperation or possibily dessertion
Comfort in solitude
Knowing what is broken beyond repair
Will simply lie there
Hope is the cruelest of all intentions
To give or receive
Deception out of compassion
What is broken
Must be discarded
Is it possible in this disposable society
There are people beyond repair?
The fiction of love
Hope to remian unchanged.
In life there is one promise
Death will be its end.
Why promise emotion when moods so swiftly change
Why promise love that lasts only one day
This world is filled with possibility
Hope is not everywhere
It dies next to dumpsters
In hospitals
In prayers.
Hope dies with good intentions
And the evilest of lies.
What is broken must then lie
Alone until its demise
Broken dishes
Broken trust
Even broken lives.
Watch closely each face
Each alleyway you pass
Enjoy being given your one chance
For behind some door
A beating heart is no more
Waiting quietly to be discovered on the floor.
(C) R.M.Brandon 2012
The air tuns bitter. Rust,Orange,Burgandy, and Yellow fall at the base of Evergreens. An aroma burnt Oak floats around Ghouls and Goblins heading across town. Hayrides followed by hot chocolate and marshmallows snuggled fireside.
Sit back my darlings and listen to a tale. It is All Hallows Eve.
The mask you wear with such pride, hiding who you are in real life, imagin for a moment if that was truely you.
You, Caped Crusader, will soon be called to save the fair Damsell over there. For when the moon rises full the Vampire by her side will long to taste her blood.
Look up, its almost time. The Portal between time opens wide. The stars blur. Clouds swirl with delight, then slowly their faces come to life.
Ohhh. Hold my hand little dearies I'm shaking with fright. It's Hallows Eve when nightmares come to life.
Have a Safe and Happy Halloween everyone!
2012 R.M.Brandon
Failure.
The fear of realization.
Realization of fear.
Everyone fails at something.
Some fail at everything.
Success.
If ever occasion arose.
To some is obsolete.
Some everyday complete.
Value.
Who is to judge?
What measure is used?
When calculating value of life
Who gets to choose?
Some say worthless
Others irreplaceable.
In the great big world
It is easy to feel small.
Journey.
Explore beyond vision.
Trust beyond belief.
Travel through heart
Or simply follow your feet.
Life.
A journey destined to end.
Some experience years
Others, a few heart beats.
Some know only bitter
Yet embrace it as sweet.
Perspective.
The point from which one sees
The journey some rush to complete.
Others sit idly by
Awaiting patiently return
To the other side.
Riddle.
If there is no begining
Where did it begin?
If life is simply dying
Waiting for the end.
The ending does not exist
it simply begins again.
Continuous evolution
No begining, middle, end.
Eyes closed.
Take my hand.
Feel the wind softly blow.
Fall with me now.
For a moment we soar.
The ledge long gone.
Weightlessness
Gravity pulls on.
Taste the freedom
Everything is alright.
Pain.
Impact upon the ground
Has ended our flight.
Fear of failure has gone
Swiflty into the night.
Begining a new life.
The begining is the end
The end the begining.
Failure is success
when someonelse is winning.
R.M.Brandon 10/20/12
