Ramblings of a Mad Man

In the deepest lows you shall still find my hand, reaching out to hold you close. In the deepest lows you shall hear my voice. Calling out to bring you close. There's no happiness I shall seek than the smiles and laughter you bless me with.  Smiles and laughter; brought on by our times in each other's arms. Smiles and laughter; that shall remain no matter how dark the clouds. Smiles and laughter; Just knowing we exist in each other's lives.

Invisible claws that surfaced from nowhere. While being weighed down by shackles as I try to float up. There's only the lone star I see up in the sky As I desperately try to wade through cold waters to break surface for breath Fixing my mind to its presence in an otherwise cloudy dark sky. My eyes well up in tears only to be washed away by the water. Cries of loneliness only to be muted by the storms that rage in isolation. I close my eyes and imagine the beautiful things that will come. When the sound of her voice will lull these claws and break me free.

In harsh winds that blow I shall be your flame that refuses to die Lighting your way in the soft reassuring glow of steadfast promises and unwavering resolve My warmth shall console you in the coldest of winters, and all you need to do is look me in the eye Not across the thick blanket of snow and ice that stretch beyond the horizon into a sunless sky I shall be your flame that refuses die; for I shall burn bright to light your smile. We shall get through it all and bask in the summer sun in days to come. I wish I had you in my arms in these times, but until then, these words of hope and love are all I can offer.

The context isn't in raw numbers. The context is in visual-spacial perception. Numbers don't mean crap unless you visually establish their comparative relationship. For better or worse, this is how the world makes sense of chaos now. And there are many who know how to weave manipulated stories using just this. The verity of data is only as good as the ability of the consumer to perceive nuance; and the moral compass of the ones who put it together. And this is exactly what we are missing in how we talk about issues in this country. And this is exactly what any nation's propaganda machine exploits.

Does your pain....belong to me... A voice in vain...Drowns in the sea... Brought down by waves...of complacency Affinity was not your choice Affinity is Moebius No mirror can break the permanence Only You...Only You Black and White do not make grey Sacred IS what they say The Colorblinds scream hearsay While heretics have their way

Death by itself is grey... Singing songs of itself to people; reminding them of the good and the bad they could before they cease... How might it be that death is so frowned upon when it might just be the finish line to a race that you win with a smile of accomplishment... Accomplishments that remain in the hearts of your people way beyond your existence... Why is Death that siren that crashes you against the rocks when it might well be the eternal sash of greatness that adorns you... The thought of cessation seeks to be a driver of good while we are caught in the claws of the seeming omnipresent chaos...