Thursday, September 11, 2014
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Fall Back and Find the Light Again
I understand
But know that anything you do without love dries your soul
Perhaps you think me a fool for saying so
But I say better a fool than a cynic
For a fool loves and is thus happy at least some of the time
The cynic only has the emptiness of being right
The world is an evil place you say. Corrupt?
Yes.
But have you ever asked yourself what allows it to continue?
Love
So before you satiate your appetite, know this:
Nature is cruel
People are nature
The fable is fake
But the feel is real
Today you’re strong
Tomorrow you’re not
Love without condition
So you can fall back and find the light again
Learn to do this and you can be hurt, but never destroyed, held back, but never stopped.
Teach this, and the world will continue.
---CAM
Why it not be me?
Kick back and ponder
The child over the fence and through the trees
pretending over yonder
Is this thing of play
of joy and summers day
of righteous soul and gloried way
so far from you today?
When you were he
or ye be she
living life beneath a tree
When food and family
play and love
were all that truly be
What was the more
to your need?
Let it free
and start to breath
Or cut your branches
and dry like leaves
Crumple and blow away
The choice is yours today
The past aware was never fair
but the trees are over there
Food and family, play and love
Could they be all you need?
Dance beneath the trees and see
Why it not be me?
---Cam
Steal the No and Know the way
Breath is clean
Dark and cold
Ends of steam
Force your tongue to
Grasp the taste
Hold it in and do not waste
Imagine you're a kindred spirit
lusting for the night;
Morning dew
New the light
Old the gloom
Pounding of your heart
Question why?
Reason not
Steal the no and know the way
True as life
Urn of joy
Veil the night
Walk the sun
Zero reason, only day
---Cam
Shakenache me!
but sometimes wish I could
The shame, the pain, the hate
the not thinking when I should
Mostly though, I would tell my youthful eyes
to let it go and DO before I die
In the end, what hurt and made me doubt
meant nothen ~cept what I did about it
Years move faster as I slow down
and that which hurt me hardly matters
What helpful thing can my mind create?
What then, can change my fate?
And so I cry before I die:
Age N Death and youthful plunder
Dark and ominous storm
Shake me, quake me, break me, from sloth and slumbers warmth
Screams of birth are but faded snores; snuffed neith murken apathy and the cold rain of years
Spare me but one bolt of burning, yearning need, to light my spark and free me!
My shout shall be a whisper to the Universe
A demand, set in verse and meant for her
So perk your ears this day, for you will not ignore me
I swear I will achieve and I will thrive, for I cannot fade to glory!
---Cam
Friday, September 5, 2014
The Good Reactor -- The Irish are making a documentary on The Liquid Fluoride Thorium Reactor
Support this project, share this project!
http://www.thoriumdocumentary.com/
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1820052608/the-good-reactor-0
Give a few bucks to this project on KickStarter if you can.
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Good-Reactor-Film/196812980364312
Equally Important is the Thorium MSR Text Book and Museum Display Project
http://thoriumenergyalliance.com/ThoriumSite/join_supprt.html
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