Some subjective thoughts on Peace and a re-connection with auld lang sine Happy New Year
It is now the last day of the twelveth month of 2008, I know that the new year will bring some collective changes. I am sometimes reminded that not all people understand the same facts for the same reason or more to the point don't understand the reason for the same facts. That is not to say that everyone is right or wrong , victims or survivors, hawks or doves. We are, very simply put. and we all have the right to be here
Peace starts with self , there are no reasons, no excuses, there is what is and it is that we have to work with. I am no longer angry, as I am no longer afraid of the subjective fear others choose to see or attempt to foster on me through all of our media,or all of our dogmas. A good friend once said," all we need do is strive for a little Peace Love and Harmony." Maybe, but I still need to wright and present a thought that not everyone will see the same. Never the less here is a little poetry for the New Year.
praying for PEACE
Dale A Herrington
.i fail to understand
i see a glowing in the west
i fail to understand it yet
are we the ones responsible for fire
did we stop the world when we retired
gone killing bird songs with the dawn
i see six hundred thousand laying dead
i fail to understand it yet
did we fail to protect the least
the oxen yoke is firmly tied onto our necks
didn't we tie it there ourselves
i feel the heat spreading east
i fail to understand it yet
the price we paid for peace
releasing the slave to turn upon the master
the consumption of our needs
i feel the road to hell before us
rationalizations,
justifications, implementations
for far to many deaths
for the sake of expedience we say
feeding on ourselves
and still
i fail to understand.
DAH
gut response
twisted gut responding
in our years of
any time
1914
1939
6 days
1990
2005
Gaza strip
tomorrow
today
only foolish soldiers
want to die
for all the capital that
must remain
far outside and calling
beyond our reach
purple hearts and voices crying
for the decapitated martyred
that draw the line
no voice or choice
of risen alarms
far outside and calling
what has been gained
retaliations from other sides
little lain, pointless blame
with wonder at the
dominoes effect for
me
from five years old to
forty five and with
twisted gut responding
we can win all the battles but
still loose the war
far outside and calling
All the years come and gone
and still it is the same
only foolish soldiers want to
die in winning battles of
pointless gain
that the wars be over
and the wars be done and
still not won again
still we have the refrain
retaliations from other sides
martyrs drawing lines in
their sand
for a war far outside and
calling
not yours, not mine
but ours
battles won, wars all
lost
so maybe now with
twisted gut
we can put it all away
far outside not
calling
DAH
fathers and sons
for peaceful warriors and hope
quite rational to think
it could be getting better
that the father passes on
what the son would protect
but if there stands no father
where stands the son
in ragged camouflage
the question
in bloodied humor the answer
a 1/4 billion are starving
for our opportunities
miles
decayed flesh, rust
barbed wire
is it rust?
all the little side steps
monuments for the
(purple hearts, a victoria cross)
there are no heroes
rising from their graves
simply strangers & sons
our disease
the simplicity
is all
it's as simple as giving up
as fundamentally real
as breath
as life
as death
as hard
as not exhaling
so sleep and pass on
the
sweet dreams
or nightmares
even if they don't stand
in the room with you
death doesn't know
about
right or wrong
or
care
about
fathers and sons
DAH
Internationally, speeches and killing go together
there is no need to celebrate
no reason required
the world saying so simply
will retire
come to the dance
on Saturday night
wanted dead or alive
for we could see it all
centuries of warfare at
cost plus 10%
come to the dance
on Saturday night
you've been out of touch
you brought back the
wrong men ready
and rough at no
extra cost
come to the dance
on Saturday night
wouldn't it be nice if all
were rock, paper, scissors
paladin knightly like
heroes and sinners
come to the dance
on Saturday night
heaven help us from men
who act in the name
of God
morning will be early
come to the dance
on Saturday night
come to the dance
DAH
this is the time…
these are the days that
frighten me
the days of our forgetting
the dawns of our misgivings
for our worlds despairs are
poorly maligned with
so little time for
giving
now is the time for forgiveness
the time for understanding such
before the light of reason fails
and we’re cast back to our
confusions
once we were a strong free land
touched on by our seas
now it belongs to angry men
who would
sell us into slavery
we are the souls there
quandary left
beset by our pride
and no regrets
for the fires upon
the seas
we can speak
but are rarely heard
work but are rarely paid
what our dreams and faith
are worth
our children
are bought and
slain
turned to beasts of a wild an
angry land
this is the time I fear the most
the time we are forgetting
that now in this age of quandary
our lonely cries are made
in hiding from
all our own terrorists
that respond
to what we have made
dawns of our misgivings
for the needs
of all peoples needs
this could be a time
for our loving here
a time for our families
but where were the fathers
when and
where were the mothers then
and
where be all our children left
in the hands
of our angry lands
setting fires upon
our seas
it’s in these days
of challenges that
we have need
of each others company
these days
with there grim designs
these are the days
that I fear the most
no voice of reason
on our seas
DAH
SURE?
Sure?
Sure, sure,
You are
Kill them, kill them all
They don’t bleed or
Care like us
They are they not we
What we see
Or what we don’t
Build our fears
That we must trust
For redistribution
Of moral guts
They are not people
Not like us
They don’t dream
Or seem as we
Blame them
for strange beliefs
they’ve different lives
different prayers
a different world
that’s for sure
we need to go
and take control
to teach them the lessons
that they should know
for we are we
and they be them
they have no God
not like ours
to judge them fit
to carry on
their history simplistic
stories
their art unlike ours
not worthy
the time is ripe
it could be found
to take the fight to
them now
it is not stupid
we must be right
we can build our case
based on might
looking after what we want
their only them
they are not us
they are not fathers
they are not mothers
they are not sisters
they are not brothers
we can blame them
all
like we aught to
not me or you
for we can see
what they can’t
we are we
and they’re
not us
and sure it is
and sure we are
they may bleed
but not like ours
although it seems
a little strange
as we fritter away
some morals
to stand and cheer
to weigh poor souls
that are not
as clean or
clear or
justified
as ours
and then again
think of all those they’s
that the we’s
have put away
before they could come
to take our place
usurping
what we should
think is right
feeding Christians to lions
putting Witches
on a pyre
killing Jews
Muslims
Taoists
Buddhists
Or any of
The others
Cause they were thems
They were not us
And now
We are sure of this
Regardless of who we be
There are Theys
and
Thems
and
Us
All sure of what to have
And have not
The
WE We’s
Use to blame
the other
so sure ?
sure ?
sure you are?
that you be
with the we we’s
not the others
DAH
Righteousness
righteous,
self righteous
bordering the pride of sins
carried
in little black books
sown the wind to reap the world
taking pride in that gotten
unseeing in
life’s retributions
beware the caged man
wrapped in chains of ignorance
theirs will be the red horse
of siege
breaking the complacent walls
of righteousness
unfeeling
DAH
Once upon a time
PEACE.
once upon a time
people knew
love was real & flowers grew
the children played
the children sang
life was sweet
our peace was ready made
but ... times they come
and times they go & people
change or
so i'm told
war it comes
battles are fought
peace that was ours
we have not really got
so we buried our heads
tried not to see
the fear in others
the fear in we
it leads us away from
the games we played
it taught us wanting
it taught us greed
&
it gave us weapons we
didn't even really need
now the children cry
the world it bleeds
we watch for war
instead of peace
forgotten the stories of
what’s all wrong
but...
peace like god
is not gone
she's only been
forgot
so
are we waiting
to bring
our children back
so
are we waiting
to bring our
flowers back
so
are we waiting for
the pain to ease
so
are we waiting
for you or
for me
no
more waiting
this is
a simple little
prayer for
PEACE
no
more waiting
here is
a simple little
song for
PEACE
no
more waiting
hear
this little
once upon a time
for
Peace.
Hugs and Kisses for the New Year, thank you for reading and letting me share.
DALE
DAH
Peace starts with self , there are no reasons, no excuses, there is what is and it is that we have to work with. I am no longer angry, as I am no longer afraid of the subjective fear others choose to see or attempt to foster on me through all of our media,or all of our dogmas. A good friend once said," all we need do is strive for a little Peace Love and Harmony." Maybe, but I still need to wright and present a thought that not everyone will see the same. Never the less here is a little poetry for the New Year.
praying for PEACE
Dale A Herrington
.i fail to understand
i see a glowing in the west
i fail to understand it yet
are we the ones responsible for fire
did we stop the world when we retired
gone killing bird songs with the dawn
i see six hundred thousand laying dead
i fail to understand it yet
did we fail to protect the least
the oxen yoke is firmly tied onto our necks
didn't we tie it there ourselves
i feel the heat spreading east
i fail to understand it yet
the price we paid for peace
releasing the slave to turn upon the master
the consumption of our needs
i feel the road to hell before us
rationalizations,
justifications, implementations
for far to many deaths
for the sake of expedience we say
feeding on ourselves
and still
i fail to understand.
DAH
gut response
twisted gut responding
in our years of
any time
1914
1939
6 days
1990
2005
Gaza strip
tomorrow
today
only foolish soldiers
want to die
for all the capital that
must remain
far outside and calling
beyond our reach
purple hearts and voices crying
for the decapitated martyred
that draw the line
no voice or choice
of risen alarms
far outside and calling
what has been gained
retaliations from other sides
little lain, pointless blame
with wonder at the
dominoes effect for
me
from five years old to
forty five and with
twisted gut responding
we can win all the battles but
still loose the war
far outside and calling
All the years come and gone
and still it is the same
only foolish soldiers want to
die in winning battles of
pointless gain
that the wars be over
and the wars be done and
still not won again
still we have the refrain
retaliations from other sides
martyrs drawing lines in
their sand
for a war far outside and
calling
not yours, not mine
but ours
battles won, wars all
lost
so maybe now with
twisted gut
we can put it all away
far outside not
calling
DAH
fathers and sons
for peaceful warriors and hope
quite rational to think
it could be getting better
that the father passes on
what the son would protect
but if there stands no father
where stands the son
in ragged camouflage
the question
in bloodied humor the answer
a 1/4 billion are starving
for our opportunities
miles
decayed flesh, rust
barbed wire
is it rust?
all the little side steps
monuments for the
(purple hearts, a victoria cross)
there are no heroes
rising from their graves
simply strangers & sons
our disease
the simplicity
is all
it's as simple as giving up
as fundamentally real
as breath
as life
as death
as hard
as not exhaling
so sleep and pass on
the
sweet dreams
or nightmares
even if they don't stand
in the room with you
death doesn't know
about
right or wrong
or
care
about
fathers and sons
DAH
Internationally, speeches and killing go together
there is no need to celebrate
no reason required
the world saying so simply
will retire
come to the dance
on Saturday night
wanted dead or alive
for we could see it all
centuries of warfare at
cost plus 10%
come to the dance
on Saturday night
you've been out of touch
you brought back the
wrong men ready
and rough at no
extra cost
come to the dance
on Saturday night
wouldn't it be nice if all
were rock, paper, scissors
paladin knightly like
heroes and sinners
come to the dance
on Saturday night
heaven help us from men
who act in the name
of God
morning will be early
come to the dance
on Saturday night
come to the dance
DAH
this is the time…
these are the days that
frighten me
the days of our forgetting
the dawns of our misgivings
for our worlds despairs are
poorly maligned with
so little time for
giving
now is the time for forgiveness
the time for understanding such
before the light of reason fails
and we’re cast back to our
confusions
once we were a strong free land
touched on by our seas
now it belongs to angry men
who would
sell us into slavery
we are the souls there
quandary left
beset by our pride
and no regrets
for the fires upon
the seas
we can speak
but are rarely heard
work but are rarely paid
what our dreams and faith
are worth
our children
are bought and
slain
turned to beasts of a wild an
angry land
this is the time I fear the most
the time we are forgetting
that now in this age of quandary
our lonely cries are made
in hiding from
all our own terrorists
that respond
to what we have made
dawns of our misgivings
for the needs
of all peoples needs
this could be a time
for our loving here
a time for our families
but where were the fathers
when and
where were the mothers then
and
where be all our children left
in the hands
of our angry lands
setting fires upon
our seas
it’s in these days
of challenges that
we have need
of each others company
these days
with there grim designs
these are the days
that I fear the most
no voice of reason
on our seas
DAH
SURE?
Sure?
Sure, sure,
You are
Kill them, kill them all
They don’t bleed or
Care like us
They are they not we
What we see
Or what we don’t
Build our fears
That we must trust
For redistribution
Of moral guts
They are not people
Not like us
They don’t dream
Or seem as we
Blame them
for strange beliefs
they’ve different lives
different prayers
a different world
that’s for sure
we need to go
and take control
to teach them the lessons
that they should know
for we are we
and they be them
they have no God
not like ours
to judge them fit
to carry on
their history simplistic
stories
their art unlike ours
not worthy
the time is ripe
it could be found
to take the fight to
them now
it is not stupid
we must be right
we can build our case
based on might
looking after what we want
their only them
they are not us
they are not fathers
they are not mothers
they are not sisters
they are not brothers
we can blame them
all
like we aught to
not me or you
for we can see
what they can’t
we are we
and they’re
not us
and sure it is
and sure we are
they may bleed
but not like ours
although it seems
a little strange
as we fritter away
some morals
to stand and cheer
to weigh poor souls
that are not
as clean or
clear or
justified
as ours
and then again
think of all those they’s
that the we’s
have put away
before they could come
to take our place
usurping
what we should
think is right
feeding Christians to lions
putting Witches
on a pyre
killing Jews
Muslims
Taoists
Buddhists
Or any of
The others
Cause they were thems
They were not us
And now
We are sure of this
Regardless of who we be
There are Theys
and
Thems
and
Us
All sure of what to have
And have not
The
WE We’s
Use to blame
the other
so sure ?
sure ?
sure you are?
that you be
with the we we’s
not the others
DAH
Righteousness
righteous,
self righteous
bordering the pride of sins
carried
in little black books
sown the wind to reap the world
taking pride in that gotten
unseeing in
life’s retributions
beware the caged man
wrapped in chains of ignorance
theirs will be the red horse
of siege
breaking the complacent walls
of righteousness
unfeeling
DAH
Once upon a time
PEACE.
once upon a time
people knew
love was real & flowers grew
the children played
the children sang
life was sweet
our peace was ready made
but ... times they come
and times they go & people
change or
so i'm told
war it comes
battles are fought
peace that was ours
we have not really got
so we buried our heads
tried not to see
the fear in others
the fear in we
it leads us away from
the games we played
it taught us wanting
it taught us greed
&
it gave us weapons we
didn't even really need
now the children cry
the world it bleeds
we watch for war
instead of peace
forgotten the stories of
what’s all wrong
but...
peace like god
is not gone
she's only been
forgot
so
are we waiting
to bring
our children back
so
are we waiting
to bring our
flowers back
so
are we waiting for
the pain to ease
so
are we waiting
for you or
for me
no
more waiting
this is
a simple little
prayer for
PEACE
no
more waiting
here is
a simple little
song for
PEACE
no
more waiting
hear
this little
once upon a time
for
Peace.
Hugs and Kisses for the New Year, thank you for reading and letting me share.
DALE
DAH
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Comment by Dale A Herrington on January 1, 2009 at 12:20am
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I will figureout the fonts, and this blogging ,it will get better as I move on.
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