And so it goes, from Time out of mind
That I shall walk to my Death with my head held high; even while it hangs low.
And on I will go.
To the Gallows.
I see black eyes flashing in the storm behind me and smell the sage and sandalwood that went along with them, The eyes of the Wolf and the Jakal........ Eyes that lie.
I also see the color red,
That I spilled on the hearthstone floor
It never did me any good to try to let go
So I stopped trying and just
Let. Go.
I looked down and saw that it wasn't his blood on the flagstone floor,
It was mine, I almost saw my chalk outline
But still I carried on.
Til I could run no more.
When the smile has dropped away for the millionth time
And the sky begins to grow dark
I know the sun is setting just for me
Waiting, just waiting to pull me out to sea.
If I could see those waters warm and colorful divine! Once more, while Im alive
Then maybe it wouldn't be such a tragedy
But the Hurricane's rolling in
And the girl on the third floor's about to go down
Screams snatched by the howling wind
Til it never made a sound.
And The girl on the third floor's drowned.
I watch her, floating peacefully, Upon her back
-Endless seas-
As the sky begins to break
Her hair is all around her
But her body's left in spades
So I see that I can't help her and We're just out of time
She just keeps on going, following the tide
Hear her heartbeat? Its mine it's mine.
The blood on the floor And the flashing dark eyes
Of the wolf in the Night.
The jackal, his Delight.
I'm tied to my Horse with my head held high
I know it wont be difference
This time when I die
I smile for the first time That I have in a million years
And stare into those black eyes
No need to hide anymore, my Horse runs and I fly.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Only doing what is natural...
We wont have Tiger Woods to kick around much longer as he has announced his golf reclusion, to the regret of lovers of the game and Tiger Groupies--those small brains who follow him around clad in red shirts shouting "You d' Man" everytime he hits the ball. He'll never be back because the scandal-seeking press will never forget, even if he stayed away for five years, and would quickly energize the moralizing mob. Golf is not the kind of game that can be played amidst flashing cameras and biblical poster waving hecklers.
Not that Tiger is entitled to any compassion. He's a super-rich-super-star. As such, his life is subject to the whims of the fawning masses, and the fawning masses don't like it when one of their heroes gets caught straying from the beaten path of moral servitude that channels their own lives. It's the getting caught part that sticks in the collective craw, an open insult to their own banal existences. Otherwise, everyone knows, and secretly envies, that super stars in private do whatever they want.
Actually Tiger was only doing what the humal male does, married or single: he optimizes his opportunities for sexual reproduction with as many suitable females as possible. Cultural customs and taboos, satisfaction with an existing mate and individual mate establish some of the boundaries of this behavior.
Tiger, being young, super wealthy, attractive and healthyis a top ten desirable male mate. Upon achieving stardom he had top ten quality females all over him, each of them optimizing their own reproductive opportunities. But being unrestrained by the taboo against infidelity, which is violated by half of married males, and one-third of married females, he will join a long list of male luminaries-- mainly politicians-- who also ignored this taboo and had their fortunes crushed.
If this sounds like evolution at work, it is. The simple evolutionary principle of survival of the fittest is the motivator of human relationships, just as it is the basis of capitalism. It's the reason why capitalism works and communism, which rests on the altruistic idea that society's resources should be shared, doesn't. (Surprise! If you believe in capitalism you believe in evolution.) The fittest get the most of the resources whether its money or reproductive opportunity. The rest of us can only take satisfaction in self-righteous moral outrage and pathetic ranting.
Not that Tiger is entitled to any compassion. He's a super-rich-super-star. As such, his life is subject to the whims of the fawning masses, and the fawning masses don't like it when one of their heroes gets caught straying from the beaten path of moral servitude that channels their own lives. It's the getting caught part that sticks in the collective craw, an open insult to their own banal existences. Otherwise, everyone knows, and secretly envies, that super stars in private do whatever they want.
Actually Tiger was only doing what the humal male does, married or single: he optimizes his opportunities for sexual reproduction with as many suitable females as possible. Cultural customs and taboos, satisfaction with an existing mate and individual mate establish some of the boundaries of this behavior.
Tiger, being young, super wealthy, attractive and healthyis a top ten desirable male mate. Upon achieving stardom he had top ten quality females all over him, each of them optimizing their own reproductive opportunities. But being unrestrained by the taboo against infidelity, which is violated by half of married males, and one-third of married females, he will join a long list of male luminaries-- mainly politicians-- who also ignored this taboo and had their fortunes crushed.
If this sounds like evolution at work, it is. The simple evolutionary principle of survival of the fittest is the motivator of human relationships, just as it is the basis of capitalism. It's the reason why capitalism works and communism, which rests on the altruistic idea that society's resources should be shared, doesn't. (Surprise! If you believe in capitalism you believe in evolution.) The fittest get the most of the resources whether its money or reproductive opportunity. The rest of us can only take satisfaction in self-righteous moral outrage and pathetic ranting.
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