Wee Tulip

Nature will always triumph over mans lust for money and power.  We are a strange species, indeed.  The very premise that we would destroy our own habitat without giving thought to future generations is insane!

I’m not on about global warming, just your average eefit that doesn’t see anything wrong with pouring motor oil into a stream.  And, the arses that know better but just don’t care.  Yeah, I’m a tree hugger but not a hippy.  Although, I was raised by ‘em.

Fresh, tall and colourful, they arise,
Dominating an ancient horizon,
Merely forgettable monuments
To the modern virtues of this land

Speculation is abundant,
Yet even more sprout,
All scramble; transfixed,
By their raw splendour.

Finally the wild brents have returned,
Perhaps weary and spent by foreign toils,
But, easily caught in the superb daze,
Of such a noble narcosis.

Politicians, lobbyist; the masses too,
Race to appease an insatiable craving;
Strive to conceive, produce and build ever more,
For pretentious opulence is their life’s pursuit.

However, the last days draw nigh,
When the harsh winter will engulf all,
And the unforgiving world, will,
Eventually destroy the wee tulip.

At least until the next season of exuberance,
When the ridiculous game will be reborn,
And eagerly embraced with revitalised mirth,
By the infinitely wiser sons of fortunate fools.
-Jefferson Davis-

Furled Pink Tulip (by JeffersonDavis)

Flirtatious Dufuss

The past week overflowed with merriment.  It all started on the previous Monday.  I can’t explain it but life is grand.  I’m finally over the bloody (literally) cold.  The future is looking bright for once in a long while. 

I’ve spent blisteringly cold evenings walking hand in hand with a lady that I can’t go into detail about at the moment.  I don’t want to ruin it!  I’m keeping my mouth shut.  I’ve learned a lot about myself through this newfound friendship.  Honesty and humility are good characteristics according to some women. 

It all started with me being a blubbery nervous dufuss.

“Would kind so be to refill get me, please?”

She laughed and asked my name. 

“Davis, Jefferson, S****.”

We both laughed and continued with me organising my thoughts properly.

Also, it snowed this morning for about an hour.  I was out in it helping a guy install a satellite system. 

That’s all for today.  I am working on a dreamy post for tomorrow.

Pretty Place Cross (by JeffersonDavis)

Cold Epidemic

What is the deal with this cold?  Everyone I know is sick or getting sick.  This bloody thing spans the globe.  It’s an epidemic, I tell you.  I’ve been fighting it off with lots of vitamin C and green tea, yet it has still managed to knock me on my backside.  The good thing about being stuck in the house, however, is that I’ve had time to do some much needed reading and have enjoyed some really good movies. 

Also, I’ve had a chance to catch up on some of my favourite blogs.  I have learned so much about the world through others and am very grateful for the opportunity.  Just five or so years ago, I had a totally different perspective of the world.  We are all carbon based life forms trying to find our way through this whacky universe.  We all have similar dreams and desires.  Who would have thought twenty years ago that the average citizen could talk to friends around the globe in a manner of seconds? 

It sickens me to think about all of the atrocities going on around the world in the name of religion or the almighty dollar.  Wars happen.  Thee will always be wars but that doesn’t mean that we can’t strive to be more understanding.  The best quality a man or woman can have is humility.  One person can make a difference in this crazy world.  Life should not be about money and prestige, but about honour and dignity. 

For months after my fleeting chance to leave here and move to another land was dashed, I became bitter and angry.  Somewhere along the way, I lost my heart.  I transformed into a hateful creature instead of the lighthearted and warm person I’ve been my whole life.  Thankfully, I have mad a mends and am back to my old self.  Life is too short to spend one’s days blaming others for his or her misfortunes. 

The best advice I can give to anyone going through hard times is to never give up.  Keep fighting and trudging along.  It may take you a while, but you’ll get where you want to go.  Take what you have learned in the challenging times of your life and use it to your advantage.  Persevere! 

This post has gone way off track.  It’s the fever, I tell you.  :)

Couch Ridden

I’ve managed to get myself a lovely cold.  I sound like that wascally Porky pig from Looney Tunes.  I hope to be back to normal in a few days.  I’m enjoying a pile of DVD’s though.  Right now, I’m watching The New World.  Tis a marvellous film involving my 11th great-grandmother, Pocahontas.   ;)

When 17th century explorer John Smith and a few men go up the river to trade with the Indians, he befriends the princess Pocahontas and they fall in love. While in love, Smith must obtain his duties as president of Jamestown fort and challenges to himself what is the better path for himself to take: stay with the fallen apart colony or go up the river and love Pocahontas in the wild. The Indians realize that the English do not mean to leave, so they attack. A few men at the fort decide to capture Pocahontas as a hostage so the Indians will not attack them. Smith is ordered to leave Jamestown by the King, and John Rolfe, a wealthy tobacco planter arrives at the fort. Pocahontas, now living there adapts to the English cultures and falls in love with Rolfe. She falls apart deciding who she is dedicated to, Smith or Rolfe.

Mental

My mind gets on me nerves.  Bits of poems and ideas pop into my head.  I rearrange them into at least one stanza, but by the time I’m able to write them down, they go poof.  Sometimes I wish that I could miniaturise myself and hop into that massive cosmos that is my ego brain.  I’d rearrange the Axon’s so they’d sparked to the proper Dendrites.   I’d beat the Hypothalamus into submission.  It doesn’t work anyhow, so it’d be a win win situation.  If my brain was a hard drive, I’d kick it until it rebooted. 

I just realised what my main problem is.  I’ve received four IT support calls while trying to write this post.  How can anyone concentrate on anything with people calling and asking questions which divert one’s attention from what he or she was trying to accomplish.   Aaarrrgghhhh…

Dewy Berries (by JeffersonDavis)