I've been thinking a lot lately. Wheels ticking lick shards of Glass reverberating in My "Kristallnacht" experience. Random, but haunting. A Kaleidoscope if you will. Turn the nob and get an new out look on life. Weather its CNN, TMZ, or just a song in your stereo.

I am not proud to be an American. I don't say that lightly.. I'm not sure I know exactly what that means an more. I think we have come to a place in this lifetime where segregation of any kind is a death sentence. I'm not about to March Of and Join the New World Order that is for certain. But we need to look a all humans as valid. I keep talking about Grass roots. Our own back yards. This is where we have the most power for change. We are writing our own History right now. What will future generation think of us. What will our Kaleidoscope mean?

I blink. I rub my eyes. But still I do not understand how we have progressed to this. I remember a day when I would have done anything for anyone. Taken the shirt off my back and given it of free will as long as it would make someone feel better. But after one to many nights left stripped cold, naked and alone. I began to question if those kinds of might principles really did any good. I've hardened. Where passion sprang like lava, so Is cold steel flit longing for a spark.

My thoughts are a constant companion. Ticking like a Grandfathers clock. Tick..tock...tick..tock..... the echo impales my heart when sometimes I long for grand silence. I drown it in song, but the song leads to more thoughts upon more though's. I now understand Fiona when she said I only sleep to dream. In my dreams I find true progress. Everything is illuminated in the inner workings of the mind when the breathing world trash heap is separated. When the garbage and mental masturbation cease's.

Change is inevitable. It happens with eer tick, with every random act, and ever percieved miracle.
Can only wait out the wheel.

I miss.....
I love........
I'm alive and grateful
but what world is this?
And where are we really at as a whole.
Are we Just shards of glass
forever scattered.
O can we pick up the pieces and find something sacred still to unite us.
SO many questions
and limits of time