Lost in peace

We speak of inner peace as if it’s obtainable. With the exception of the loved and lost, it isn’t. One cannot rest at peace in this mad, mad world and still reside above it’s soil.

M.S. McCown
2019

Good Bye and Good Luck!

I’m done. I’m washing my hands of the Republican Party. I’m saying goodbye to the media, the Democratic Party; to politics. I’m not sure what was envisioned when the parties we formed, but I doubt this is what they intended.

Politics is a cesspool. We surround this wretched pond, waiting to see what floats to the surface and then we vote them into office. The media feeds on their existence and we eagerly stand there, our mouths wide open, being spoon fed this !@;&.

In the future, when I vote, it will no longer be a straight ticket kinda day. If I feel the candidate can make a positive contribution, they’ll get my vote, regardless of their party affiliation; male, female, liberal, conservative or species, whatever. If a goat runs and is the most qualified, I’ll check the box. The goat certainly couldn’t do any worse.

So, to the Republican and Democratic Parties, I say goodbye, good riddance and go …


iLoveYou 1.0 iSeeYou 2.0

Imagine, if someone you cared about, came up to you, looked into your eyes and said, “I See You” and just stood there? (did you feel that odd ‘pause’ in the air?) I wonder, could this be the “new” way to say, “I love you?”
What is “Love” anyways? Merriam-Webster defines the word as: 1 a (1): (a) strong affection for another rising out of kinship or personal ties. The long list of definitions continue, until somewhere near the bottom, it describes “Love” as: a score of zero (as in tennis).
My question is this: is “I love you” enough? Sadly, it’s teetering on the brink of becoming a cliché. Think about when you hang up the phone, “love ya” or when you are leaving a relative’s house, “I love you” or “love you, too.” Do you REALLY mean it or are you just saying good-bye? (Yes, I do know that you “love” that person, but are you substituting “love you” for good-bye?)

In today’s world, the “human touch” seems almost lost in the chaos of daily life.
I sat at an intersection and watched cars as they drove by. One out of three drivers or passengers were on a cell phone. Kids, more often than not, were also on some sort of device or appeared to be watching videos on the vehicle’s entertainment center. Nobody seemed to be talking.
Have you been to a coffee shop lately, a restaurant or any place where people gather? So few are actually speaking with the person sitting across from them.
Family night? Are we all watching the same thing or are we just in the same room together, each on their phone?
It’s easy, when we’re at a restaurant and “playing” on our phones, to pause and throw an “I love you” across the table; guilt assuaged.
Unfortunately, it’s just not enough to say “I love you” anymore. We need to “see” each other, to recognize the existence of the person standing next to you.
With all of today’s distractions and chaos, if you really want to show someone the love, look them in the eyes and say,
“I See You”

A Puzzle’s Lament

A Puzzle dies a thousand times
if a single piece is lost.
For a thousand lives all reside
within a Puzzle’s box.

Can you even begin to imagine,
how a Puzzle must truly feel,
when a roll call is announced,
and one of its pieces, has failed to appear.

The Puzzle then stepped forward,
“A recount is hereby ordered,
For a lot people are gathering, and the box will soon be opened

The Puzzle then crossed its fingers
and the Picture, its two eyes.
Their fates now joined forever,
as all are counted, one last time.

See, the Picture just can’t hide,
a piece that has been lost.
So, unless it’s found quite quickly,
the Puzzle will just get tossed.

Cascade


On many a night, they’d hide from sight
and yield the carnal way.
Though passion begged silence,
their Conscience, defiant,
would caution them not to stray,
“Lust and desire, a sure path to Hell’s fire!”
but the words, unheard,
would always fade away.

With gluttonous thirst, in the abyss, live the cursed
adrift, they would anxiously wait,
through torturous days and sleepless nights,
‘til guilt’s strength would finally wane,
and from separate lives, they would then unite,
by quietly slipping away,
trading trust for lust, with more lies and such, they again, yield the carnal way.

But one who waits, the forever mate,
sensing danger looms nearby,
and unable to explain this emotional pain,
abandons faith,
opening once blinded eyes.
What one used to believe,
now, cannot be seen,
answers lost in shades of gray.
Confrontation is made,
As words evade, they fail in detail,
Caught, lost, amidst the lies.

In a guilt-filled rage, the mate’s Soul is now prey
and Trust is quickly consumed.
At the end of the day, a high price has been paid,
for their forever, is forever now doomed.

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We opened the box…

The shower is my sanctuary. Its glass walls providing a steamy blackboard where the problems of the world are examined, tested and solved. My mind drifts wildly as the warm water pours across my shoulders, washing life’s drama into the basin, where I watch it splash and swirl before it flows into the drain. I am at peace.

Suddenly, I’m jolted back to reality by a vindictive mind who insists on keeping my tension level in an elevated state.

Vivid pictures of Chuck Schumer come splashing across, taking a once peaceful and bare mental canvas and changing it into a Jackson Pollack painting, full of anger and frustration. I am forced to endure, again, the media clip of his response to the President, who, for whatever reason, capitulated and reopened the government. Schumer, as usual, is arrogant and overflowing with hubris, as if he, alone, brought trump to his knees with only a chair and a bullwhip. I loathe this man, from the tone of his voice to the way that he peers at the world over the top of his glasses. Like a snake in the grass, he stays hidden from the public’s eye until the moment is right, and then rises from the swamp, assaulting my ears with the sound of his voice.

I’m now forced to add cold water to my shower as the temperature has become unbearable. My sadistic mind then drags out Nancy Pelosi’s latest media clip and my blood, again, readies to boil; but, oddly, it doesn’t.

I begin to regain some semblance of peace as an unknown force seems to be washing away the paint splattered canvas as one washes away sludge from the bottom of a shoe. My mental canvas, while not perfect, is at least bare again. As the fog of frustration lifts, I begin to wonder why I feel so differently about the two.

Is she less evil than him? Is she evil at all? Maybe, neither are evil.

The difference bothers me. They SHOULD be the same; cut from the same wretched bolt of cloth. But…they’re not. I search for answers as pictures begin forming on the glass. A column comparison is made, they are the same. Yet, they’re not. It then occurs to me that somehow, my mind has not placed Trump center stage. He has said things far worse than the other two. But, wait, he hasn’t. Why has my mind neglected to add Trump to today’s presentation? There are also plenty of right-wing religious conservatives that should be joining this vaudeville act too; where are they?

More cold water, more drawings, more…then the answer appears. They ARE the same!  They ARE cut from the same cloth. I need to lower my expectations. They’ve all been saying the same thing but using different words and behaviors. Schumer says one thing and his body language fills in the gaps. Pelosi says very little but makes up for it by what she DOESN’T say. Trump says it all and you don’t even see his body language, because your eyes can’t stop staring at his mouth. But they are all saying the same thing; I’m right, you’re wrong and I’m not going to bend. So much for coalition building.

I search the shower glass for a time in history when we’ve had so many bad actors, all pursuing their own personal agenda, at the same time. The wall is empty and reveals nothing. Politics, past and present are filled with small people with big ideas and all standing with their hand out. Each, essentially, has been reduced to that of a lobbyist for their micro-cause.

My expectations when I vote are, apparently, also too high. I’m hoping for an Abraham Lincoln, either Roosevelt or a Ronald Reagan, but instead we get The Big Lebowski. I know “the Dude abides” but I was aiming just a bit higher.

The tragic part is that if, like the mythical Hydra, we chop off one head, two others grow back and they’re usually worse than the original. So, we’re essentially stuck with them.

The election of Donald Trump was a paradigm shift for the U.S.A. I would have said “for America” or “for the American’s” but apparently that would be inaccurate as “America” is just a land mass and “for the American’s” might leave someone feeling excluded. (He says sarcastically).

Anyways, we came too far too fast with President Trump. The world didn’t like it and, it seems, that everywhere north and south of the USA, didn’t either. Since their opinion now seems to matter, we’re looking at a whole new ballgame.

In fairness, politics was in desperate need of a change. A S-L-O-W one though.  With the election of Trump, the hard-right, feeling that their time was finally at hand, oozed out of the slime and clogged the plumbing of the Republican party, effectively rendering it impotent and unable to rise to the occasion; that being the first half of the new Presidency. The average voter (whoever that is) prefers that the pendulum stays closer to the middle.

Politics will never be the same again. This hard-right pendulum swing has opened a Pandora’s box and a whole new batch of hard-left crackpots have come crawling out (think Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez).

By electing Trump and drastically changing the status quo, these people, who would normally be just be a bug stain on the windshield, now have an audience and are considered somewhat legitimate; somewhat.

Today, this country is a mess. We agree on nothing, we accomplish nothing, and we are gridlocked. When you deviate too far from the mean, the edges suddenly become relevant.

Normally, the edges are kept in check by the mean, but our world has become constipated. What goes in, must come out, and in 2016, the world uncrossed its legs and took a big crap on the White House lawn. But instead of springing forth flowers, out sprung the “new “politician, spreading seeds of discontent across the country. While each one is different from the last generation, they all remain cut from the same cloth.

In retrospect, I should have voted for Hillary Clinton. My arm would have probably fallen off as I checked the box, but the status quo would have remained the same, and the edges would have remained in the edges.

If the 2016 election taught me anything, its to stick with the devil you know.

With the hot water now gone, it’s time to get out of the shower, put on my rose colored glasses and face the world.

Welcome to the new mean.