It has been a long time since I published here...perhaps I will pick it up again sometime soon. For now, though, this is what is on my mind this morning. I found myself mourning my first lover yet again, after 12 years. I found myself wondering if grief ever goes away, or if it just collects faces like ribbons added to the breast of a soldier committed to fighting the good fight until its own untimely death, until grief succumbs to itself and chooses its last breath?
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower
but only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf
So Eden sank to grief
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
From: http://drtony.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html
If Ford built a truly defective vehicle that didn't meet federal safety standards or in some other way caused the death of this young man through no fault of the operators, such a financial punishment might be merited. But Lance Crossman Hall died in a 1997 traffic accident not just because the Explorer can be tipsy when swerving, but because his friend and the driver of the vehicle, Melahn Parker, fell asleep at the wheel.
Parker, who was charged with reckless driving, awoke and tried to regain control of the Explorer. But a “handling problem” caused the SUV in her care to turn sideways and roll over.
The fault in this accident begins with a young motorist asleep at the wheel and ends with a tragic fatality. A contributing factor was the type of vehicle being driven - which probably could just as easily have been a Chevy Blazer or Isuzu Trooper or almost any other SUV.
Does that make Ford primarily liable for Lance Crossman's death? Not at all, certainly not to the tune of $61 million.
This case had a more tragic ending, and thus asks more important questions and is a more worthy court candidate, than the infamous lawsuits filed by those who pour hot coffee in their own laps or who eat themselves into obesity. But the end result in this game of my lawyer vs. yours all too often is the same: Massive financial awards by juries to individuals (or their victims) who first shirked their own responsibilities.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
2009 Talent Show Spit
Connection, remembered.
a place outside of time and dead lines
a space outside in the cool silence of the night
out there
on the sidewalk surrounded by black woods and cracked cement
the icy stars were watching, twinkling with anticipation
the damp air was holding its breath, fresh and clear between us
My heart met your heart.
like two mirrors facing each other
a candle alight in between us
reflecting into infinity
We beamed infinity at each other
and I noticed these golden somethings, soft and joyful
reach out from our beings and find one another
embracing in between our reflections
the handshake of honest hearts
you said you hoped that i would follow my dream
that it is necessary and essential
to our people
to our children
Your words fell through my ears,
and tumbled down into this space in my heart
Your words became a rusty key
that met a dusty lock
I had kept upon this dream of mine.
A lock, turned over by words
A portal, unlocked by honest reflection
I step through to
move beyond the spaces and places that exist only in thought,
move under the skin of assumption, rubbed raw and exposed
by words
slicing shredding sweeping back to reveal
a golden something that is wordless and wild,
that is truth, exposed
the potential of a dream unlocked by words
The words of my dream say this:
remember the dreams
the ones that seem dangerous and unkempt
the ones vicious and fierce
the ones that seem too big
the ones brimming with wildness and soul
the whole essence beyond words and reason
yells treason throughout the ranks of the mind
remind the mind of its place of service to the soul
Meet the eyes of others
what awaits you when you discover yourself holding a key to
the portal of the another's soul, Humility
is profound and bound to trust and release
whatever you thought you knew about anything
Rise with the swelling tide of ties undone
this is no time to hide, in fact we can't wait for you to come out
and step into the fire with us
we are strong, yet stronger still with
your sacred authenticity by our side
Listen closely for those keys.
Recollect the keys to your hearts, dear ones.
the average was never you
oh black sheep of your time, your day
has come to lead without followers
and to follow the beating of a drum
distant yet distinctly palpable within your chest
fingers to the throat you can feel
the thing that makes all of this worth it.
My dream, unlocked, and now she is here
standing with us
out there
in a place outside of time and dead lines
in a space outside in the cool silence of the night
out there
on the sidewalk surrounded by black woods and cracked cement
where the icy stars were watching, and
the damp air was holding its breath.
Where
My heart met my heart.
And I became connection, remembered.
a place outside of time and dead lines
a space outside in the cool silence of the night
out there
on the sidewalk surrounded by black woods and cracked cement
the icy stars were watching, twinkling with anticipation
the damp air was holding its breath, fresh and clear between us
My heart met your heart.
like two mirrors facing each other
a candle alight in between us
reflecting into infinity
We beamed infinity at each other
and I noticed these golden somethings, soft and joyful
reach out from our beings and find one another
embracing in between our reflections
the handshake of honest hearts
you said you hoped that i would follow my dream
that it is necessary and essential
to our people
to our children
Your words fell through my ears,
and tumbled down into this space in my heart
Your words became a rusty key
that met a dusty lock
I had kept upon this dream of mine.
A lock, turned over by words
A portal, unlocked by honest reflection
I step through to
move beyond the spaces and places that exist only in thought,
move under the skin of assumption, rubbed raw and exposed
by words
slicing shredding sweeping back to reveal
a golden something that is wordless and wild,
that is truth, exposed
the potential of a dream unlocked by words
The words of my dream say this:
remember the dreams
the ones that seem dangerous and unkempt
the ones vicious and fierce
the ones that seem too big
the ones brimming with wildness and soul
the whole essence beyond words and reason
yells treason throughout the ranks of the mind
remind the mind of its place of service to the soul
Meet the eyes of others
what awaits you when you discover yourself holding a key to
the portal of the another's soul, Humility
is profound and bound to trust and release
whatever you thought you knew about anything
Rise with the swelling tide of ties undone
this is no time to hide, in fact we can't wait for you to come out
and step into the fire with us
we are strong, yet stronger still with
your sacred authenticity by our side
Listen closely for those keys.
Recollect the keys to your hearts, dear ones.
the average was never you
oh black sheep of your time, your day
has come to lead without followers
and to follow the beating of a drum
distant yet distinctly palpable within your chest
fingers to the throat you can feel
the thing that makes all of this worth it.
My dream, unlocked, and now she is here
standing with us
out there
in a place outside of time and dead lines
in a space outside in the cool silence of the night
out there
on the sidewalk surrounded by black woods and cracked cement
where the icy stars were watching, and
the damp air was holding its breath.
Where
My heart met my heart.
And I became connection, remembered.
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