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Anarchy’s Beauty

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Shelter in a storm...Your willow, when the sun is out

Shelter in a storm…Your willow, when the sun is out

What is honest beauty? Really? Would it be a sought after lover whispering in your ear…your size doesn’t matter to me…what is important is on the inside!
I’ve said that more times than I care to admit, recently. Yet, if we are being honest. Yes, a small/petite/brunette with a hint of awkwardness and a touch of ambiguity along side a strong sense of pride and tossed into a salad bowl of intelligence would suit me just fine.
Just fine! That would mark me as vain. I would be no different than most.
Honest beauty, however, doesn’t really come in a bottle of dyed to be blonde and dumb. It does not POP out of a package of pretend shyness. Nor is it an any booty call cried by bad fashion on the back of an ass built like a billboard.
Having the good fortune to live with beauty, a partner slowly becoming the confident and the comfortable woman she has always been to me: I am able to see the forest for the trees.
Anarchy, back in the day, had been a forbidden fruit of breath taking charisma. I believe it still has an illusive hold on me. To step outside of the confinements of pop country/western and bubble gum piercings half meant to make a statement. Real anarchy is throwing one’s weight against an immovable object expecting that someday a change will come. Plight and fight is in the beauty of unbiased beings.
There is a tree, much to my chagrin, for I abhor taking pictures of wood. It has been over done and over worked and over the top for too many avid photographers. Akin to taking pictures of covered bridges and stone walls.

...beauty is anarchy by definition

…beauty is anarchy by definition

However, the beauty that surrounds this one tree. I believe it to be a willow. Is the direct result of the charm each branch gives off. Sitting quietly off in the distance in a field and edging itself around a shallow pond. My willow is no different than yours or someone else’s willow.
But see, there is the difference in honest beauty, it has composed itself enough to make someone stop everyday, every backwoods mile and every bump in the road; and breath in and breath out.
This simple trick of Mother Nature has left me breathless and knowing one thing…I will never truly capture ‘honest beauty’ for that is not in the definition.

Mother Nature is a poet

Mother Nature is a poet

Willow
I may not be your best
You know good ones
Don’t come by the score
If you’ve got something missing
I’ll help you look
You can be sure
And if you want to be alone
Or someone to share a laugh
Whatever you want me to
All you got to do is ask

Thunder
Don’t go under the sheets
Lightening
Under a tree
In the rain and snow
I’ll be your fire inside
Come running to me
When things get out of hand
Running to me
When it’s more than you can stand
I said I’m strong
Straight
Willing
To be a
Shelter
In a storm
Your willow oh willow
When the sun is out

A fight with your best girl
Prettiest thing you ever saw
You know I’ll listen
Try to get a message to her
And if it’s money you want
Or trouble halved
What ever you want me to
All you got to do is ask
I said I’m strong
Straight
Willing
To be a
Shelter in a storm
Your willow oh willow
When the sun is out…

A step off the path of traveling with Ambien Annie C., and you can see forever.

Civilian Army of Spoiled Brats

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Dr. Seuss cartoon

Dr. Seuss cartoon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Beavis and Butt-head Do Volunteer America

I just read this…course, I had to Google many of the words. Honestly, I wasn’t happy with the AmeriCorps VISTA FEMA Blue fish, red fish, green fish…the whole idea sounded like Dr. Seuss and some of his LSD nonsense. But the more I read about being blindly led to parts of America without real specific environment or disaster oriented issues, well, I’m all for it.
The sedatives maybe kickin’ in but shit, to be told when to shit, how to shit, what to wear and when to rake…well, it’s almost like being back in Concord and having Mother Theresa pick my thongs out for me.
Anyhow, thought I’d share the laziness amongst the spoiled brat volunteer news:
Since when do we need a new division of people going out and helping on a hurricane? That’s what we do. They are taking our job away. That’s our job. That’s our job as churches and communities. That’s our job. FEMA is always the last one there. When we had the tornadoes, Mercury One was one of the first groups on the scene. Churches are always the first on the scene. And when FEMA finally got to the tornadoes last season, when they finally got there, if you remember right it was two days later and they started telling people, you can’t clean this up. You don’t have a permit. You can’t clean this up. Remember? What do we need these people for? Why are we spending money on this?

They call me dumb?! I get paid above the table this time. I get to keep my clothes on, which is a disappointment. And, I get a free ride on the government…nothing new in that!
Keep up the good work Mr. Obama. I had been hesitant to vote for you…what with medicare and welfare and giving to the poor but on second thought, you’re my kind of guy.
Yours Ever So Not Graceful-
Ambien Annie the C., Grace

An Androgynistic Arch Enemy

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The more I know, the less I understand

The more I know, the less I understand

Recently in attendance at the dull downed generational fair had been an arch enemy…A sworn Nemesis with cute and enigmatic qualities. Course, I had to tell her so. For similar to Cat Woman and unlike most of her era, she did indeed possess qualities akin to a feline. Sly, androgynistic, stylishly aloof and shy with waters running ever so deep. This Coo did not come without a loss of some super powers, I had to let my guard down and succumb to my weaknesses.
Meeting along a riverbank and agreeing to agree if only for a short time. The two of us road quietly and shyly to a predisposed destination. Had this fiendishly observant not friend been anyone else the shield of ‘truth’ would have been held on high alert. However, for the sake of time and lack of trust, neither one of us were willing to let go of the angst of yester summer.
Sitting via the strained and beckoned calls of a New Hampshire Waterfall, high to the sky I rode with my thoughts and down to the ground came this question:
‘Who is to choose the tree that falls in the not grace of winter? How is it that a perfectly young and vital tree can pale at the slightest fall wind while the centurion oak already up rooted by the vandal age, stays dead and holds fast for my seasons to come?’
Deep? I know! Most likely to vast for the listening audience. For the enemy mine held no real answer. She smiled and sat quietly and listened to the water run away…Perhaps, listening for an answer.
I could not sit idly by, however, and let the thought leave. I rode with it home in silence as my partner in mutual distrust sat shunned by my taste in music.
It still is holding me…The question. As old and as unrequited as the granite that fills my soul.
How does one cat have nine lives? Another only two? How does one adult avoid the lessons of pain and learn nothing from grief? Yet, there are others out there willing to succumb to the darkness, embrace it and move on with wisdom under their belts.
It is not only the Ambien Annie’s of the world, the psychotropic true to no one children dressed in semi adult wrinkled and soiled clothes. Is it not the enemy of us all to ignore what stands and states itself as;  If you spend your time only cleaning heaven how will you know what to dust in hell?

What are these voices outside love's open door Make us throw off our contentment And beg for something more?

What are these voices outside love’s open door
Make us throw off our contentment
And beg for something more?

Upon our arrival at said, meeting and leaving and returning spot…good Ole Hannah Dustin!
I thought to myself. Hannah had it right hundred of years ago when they took her babies. She put a firm grip on the pain as Native Americans pillaged and plundered her family. The anger inside only turning into knowledge of what will be…and, quietly in the night, while the enemy was held at sleep’s bay, one by one she scalped them all with wisdom born from pain.
Many call Hannah a heathen. Some go as far as placing her in with witches and pagans and what not.
I believe she was the almost forgotten oak in the midst of mayhem winter and the not quite ready to give up her roots until spring oak. Who has made a forest from her tree.

the Tradition Marriage Museum…Not!

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if a homosexual lies down with a tree...in turn does the tree get put to death

if a homosexual lies down with a tree…in turn does the tree get put to death

The National Marriage Organization

Welcome to our new organization promoting traditional marriage! Here are five short videos explaining our beliefs. Start with whatever topic you like most.

Here is a wonderfully autonomous list of choices in case your a homophobic homosexual and/or speared by your own identity confusion heterosexual:

1.Defining tradition marriage…

Basically, this little video fills us all in on the right and wrong positions to take in and out of the bedroom.

2.You are already equal, in other words, everyone has equal opportunity to do as we say not as we do.

3. Leviticus!  And, of course, the moral majority‘s take on what the bible is really saying.

If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death.

There were two other very important statements about how to STRAIGHTEN ourselves out but I got bored.

 

Okay, now, Ambien Grace has laid down with a married women+ mother is homophobic= threat to disown and dress said child in traditional ‘female’ cloth.  Pink, polyester and other unnatural fabrics.

Married woman + Dumbed Down 23 year old= in many countries-death by stone.

Uganda+ homosexuality= death no matter if you happened to be next to a homo or sharing a bus seat with them.  In that neck of the woods, your best bet is to be seen reading Leviticus over and over and over again, whilst, professing abstinence from any and all objects that protrude.

I have lied down with many things…dogs, cats, my Higher Power, my mother and on rare occasions, the earth.  I wonder what Jesus thinks of all this?  The government in the shitter because it cannot get out of it’s own immoral way to make sound moral decisions.

The closeted homosexuals who live in fear of loss of job and/or loss of faith.  And, what of the many, educated and playing around with the idea of being politically correct; are not those persons just as impure as the thoughts that cross my mind?

My grand nephews are of mixed and melted blood.  The are what many would call, coffee with light cream.  Adorable and playful.  Innocent and full of questions.  Do you suppose they too are corrupted simply by the shameful uniqueness of their skin?

do you think he knows that one chair is different from the other & does he really care?

do you think he knows that one chair is different from the other & does he really care?

I don’t know I suppose we are all evil and corruptible.  Even the bible tells us so!

I Am an AmeriCorps VISTA

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When I tell people that I’m VISTA, they get confused. Honestly, I don’t blame them. I’ve been an AmeriCorps VISTA for about four months now and I still have no idea what the hell what is it and what I’m supposed to be doing. Instead of repeating the VISTA history and its mission and blah blah blah of the organization (you can Google it all), I’ll tell you what I know and how I got to where I am.

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I am an AmeriCorps VISTASo, again, I ask, is the US Government encouraging their employees to work under the table? I suppose Annie Couvillion is out there working under the table for Craig's list VA! God, love this country...help the poor? By what? Not paying your fair share?