Life Coaching, Observations, Reflections, Things that make you go hmmmmm
Tomorrow is the day we see an end to the race for POTUS. Well we hope the end cuz who knows what the Electoral College will do. The winner as chosen by the people doesn’t necessarily win right Mr. Gore?
Yank refers to pulling the lever in the voting booth. I figured it would be a darn good idea to declare what I meant early. My family and friends in the U.S. of A. don’t mind me referring to them as, “Doodles” because when I say it, it is both a tease and a term of affection.
What a pair of Dandies y’all got to choose from!
The people are polarized like never before. There is good reason for that polarization too. The world is hard place, a tougher place than it was 33 years ago. You can watch the clip from one of my favourite films and decide for yourself how much validity is in my statement.
So much disinformation with the only real read coming off Social Media. That would be the reading of what people say and giving credence to what the people say. Reading also means giving consideration to the spin from Media and who signs the paycheque.
I think the real question as America goes to the polls tomorrow is just how fed up with the status quo are the people. I see from what Americans say, correlation with BREXIT. My stance on BREXIT was that the UK got their own version of the Boston Tea Party. In our age it’s, taxation without representation under globalization. America didn’t stand for it before and I don’t see America standing for it again.
I don’t like either of the flavours being offered up for POTUS.
You can argue it doesn’t matter what I think as I do not have a vote and that’s fair. Not having a vote doesn’t change I’m informed and thoughtful.
From what I’ve seen and read from multiple sources the people are plenty fed up. If I have to pick who I think will win, it’s Trump.
From my perspective this race to POTUS has been something to see! I’m not exactly certain what that something is but whatever the result, it’ll definitely be a dandy or maybe a doozy!
G.R. Hambley © all rights reserved
November 07, 2016
The world is a tougher place than it was 33 years ago. Would anyone who has lived it care to refute?
Lyric
He done went down from heaven
The boy just up and shuffled off
The Devil took himself a powder that day
He stormed on out as the thunder played
On the Devil’s judgment day…
the other angels begged him to stay
On the Devil’s fine day…
the world learned a new way to play
He crashed hard on the soaking earth
The boy’s breath was taken plain away
The Devil clawed himself from that hole
He drank in deep from the muddied water
On the Devil’s judgment day…
the other angels had begged him to stay
On the Devil’s fine day…
the world learned a new way to play
He wore out raging at the moon
The boy laid his head on a stone
The Devil tossed in turmoil all night
He woke having found a new role
On the Devil’s judgment day…
the other angels had lots to say
On the Devil’s fine day…
the world learned a new way to play
He harped on out the new sound
The boy’s tones met with accord
The Devil revelled in the glory
He looked on up with a smile
On the Devil’s judgment day…
the other angels had nothing to say
On the Devil’s fine day…
the world learned a new way to play
G.R. Hambley ©
July 10, 2016
One night holy shared by two, silver sliver moon below stars
Nestled under heaven, joining of hearts, quenching passions thirst
Creeping in the night next, compelled to return, relive scene divine
Espying her apparition, dancing freely without care, no one’s there
Unrequited, in mourning, she dances in shrouds, death’s despair
Possession, intention unveiled, beckoned by a wave, lost to desire
Obsession, the spinning partner, the soul denied, never no mind
Nuance in embrace, glacial to the touch, volcanic to the taste
Angel in decay, man in dismay, one fallen, one falling in love
Too which is each, not readily discernible, both with eyes blue
Intrinsic are both to each, compelled to the dance, La Petite Mort
Melody of the melding diminishes, doth plays on the music of the night
Enervated, elevated, physically and emotionally eviscerated
Holistic, realistic, the truth can be at times, wholly sadistic
Entanglements of the flesh, estranged to the world of the waking
Recollection in the light, passage there be by choosing eternal night
G.R. Hambley ©
June 29, 2016
Angels Obliged Act I Angels Obliged Act II
Darkness begins its eerie silent descent
Moans with prayers, the wounded lament
Stench rising off seared and rotting flesh
Morning’s breaks early for the two above
Notice made to the two under sacred grove
Readied, willing and oh so capable to kill
Speed the key to having the first heads fall
Swords on a horse’s wings will reduce the thrall
Hell’s keeper rides upon enchanted steed
Angels two, attacking these evil’s doing
Angels two, dispatching those beyond hell
Evils shaking off the debauchery of the night
Unaware, heaven and hell added to their plight
Heaven’s thunder beats, hell begins to quake
Books of prophets false held proudly on high
Zealots unholy, prodding the evils killing drive
Death wings come slicing, guillotine with hooves
Just beginning to learn what they’ve brought
Payment now due in full for what they bought
Bile violently spews as books in severed hands fall
Angels two, horrifying these evil’s doing
Angels two, threshing those beyond hell
One from the depths attacks where the evils creep
Horn of the magical beast impales, blood seeps
Blue fire from the one named Demon erupts
Lightning chains turning the living to charred
Pain and suffering ordered carried to the beyond
Horns of both beasts stained, dripping the evil’s flesh
Some standing stunned among smoldering remains
Others swarm to the call of false prophet claims
Many more to feel the strikes and stings, an absolute
Angels together, razing these evil’s doing
Angels apart, bleeding out those beyond hell
Massing together, evils three in shared horror
Who’s will dare intrude on the destined honour
Cries lifted to the one, deliver them the way rite
Wings from above settle below beside the horned
Back to back and quarter to quarter we’re formed
They come, they fall, the evils and their books no more
Angels scarred, side by side, majikal steeds torn
Retreating through the mutilated evils with scorn
Tears fall gently from the tortured soul of The One
Angels obliged, destroyed the evil’s doing
Angels obliged, new light made beyond hell
End Act III
End all Acts
G.R. Hambley ©
May 12, 2016
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