#hillaryclinton for president: it is difficult to hear trump talk about “taking the whitehouse” and announce that it would then belong to the people.  i cringe, because doesn’t he know that all of our capital belongs to the people?  i was 15 when visited DC, and still recall the feeling as i sat on the steps of the lincoln memorial.   for one thing, there is a sense of greatness and solidity.  convention and wisdom.  and it’s not outside of you or above you.  it is part of the inheritance of every citizen.  it is a feeling of pride, but also an assurance that the nation is in very capable hands.  that feeling had nothing to do with who was in the whitehouse–jimmy carter at the time.  it had to do with the enormity of construction and those hustling along the sidewalks with brief cases.  it was the congress with so many seats, the library of congress with so many books.  a lot of that feeling was just plain awe.  but a lot of it was also a feeling of calm reassurance, to know that this much strength was at helm of the ship we call america.  so i don’t know what whitehouse trump is talking about, that doesn’t already belong to the people.  i don’t know what washington dc he has visited.  it’s not my washington dc.  my washington dc was so beautiful it would make you weep.  so much knowledge and the application of study and calm deliberation.  so many people working to not only find answers, but with a dedication to the past and a commitment to the future.i don’t know why trump feels dc does not already belong to him and every other citizen.  it has never gone away.  i sat on those steps, looking out to the washington monument, the beauty of the reflecting pool.  and i knew that this was not a thing i ever had to fight for… this is what fought for me.  i love my country.  but i have always understood from that moment on, that this federation was the most powerful expression of hope i have ever experienced.  don’t let someone like trump tell you that he will deliver the whitehouse to the people.  he is trying to sell you something that you already have.that day, at the lincoln memorial.  the same place where martin luther king gave his famous speech….i sat on those steps.  i was wearing red terry cloth shorts.  and a blue t-shirt.  armed guards were performing a presentation in a park to the north.  i could hear the commands.  left, right, about face.  i breathed in the hot summer air.  and i turned to my sister, “This is what it’s all about.” i said.  and i smiled.  she smiled, too.  i looked back out over the reflecting pool.  “This is what it’s all about.” i said again to the sky, to the world.  to myself.by the people.  for the people.  of the people.  grandma often said inheritance is a terrible thing.  but in this case, it was wondrous.how dare trump say any part of washington dc doesn’t belong to us.  how dare he claim that our capital no longer belongs to every citizen.  that he can somehow return it to the people, when it always has belonged us!how dare he.  no one cares and i’m saying it’s time to understand that this class A jackass is putting ideas into the minds of generations.  one little wrong step, “i will take the whitehouse and give it back to the people.”and i question, who ARE these people?  MY people already own it.  they need to understand that.  it is not something outside or above you.  it is the heritage of every american.  when you are there, you feel it.  that understanding is completely and utterly overwhelming.i don’t know what washington dc trump is talking about.  but i do know that he doesn’t know how to be humbled by a lot of good work by a lot of good people.  you have no idea how much i appreciate the cogs and the wheels that run our federal collective.  and i know that hillary clinton has that same appreciation.  what donald trump appreciates is a tight ass and a million dollar jet.  get that straight.  he doesn’t even know that dc belongs to all of us and that is what makes it so beautiful.  beauty to trump is dollar signs?  honestly, i think he only appreciates his own voice.  i listen to the speech by martin luther king.  i listen to the addresses by kennedy.  the men of vision who have spoken, and spoken well.  that is the america i know.  the america trump knows is not on the map.  it’s an empty spot in his mind where his mind is all alone.  we the people.  better together.  you better believe it. #hillaryclinton

​it is difficult to hear trump talk about “taking the whitehouse” and announce that it would then belong to the people.  i cringe, because doesn’t he know that all of our capital belongs to the people?  i was 15 when visited DC, and still recall the feeling as i sat on the steps of the lincoln memorial.   for one thing, there is a sense of greatness and solidity.  convention and wisdom.  and it’s not outside of you or above you.  it is part of the inheritance of every citizen.  it is a feeling of pride, but also an assurance that the nation is in very capable hands.  that feeling had nothing to do with who was in the whitehouse–jimmy carter at the time.  it had to do with the enormity of construction and those hustling along the sidewalks with brief cases.  it was the congress with so many seats, the library of congress with so many books.  a lot of that feeling was just plain awe.  but a lot of it was also a feeling of calm reassurance, to know that this much strength was at helm of the ship we call america.  
so i don’t know what whitehouse trump is talking about, that doesn’t already belong to the people.  i don’t know what washington dc he has visited.  it’s not my washington dc.  my washington dc was so beautiful it would make you weep.  so much knowledge and the application of study and calm deliberation.  so many people working to not only find answers, but with a dedication to the past and a commitment to the future.
i don’t know why trump feels dc does not already belong to him and every other citizen.  it has never gone away.  i sat on those steps, looking out to the washington monument, the beauty of the reflecting pool.  and i knew that this was not a thing i ever had to fight for… this is what fought for me.  
i love my country.  but i have always understood from that moment on, that this federation was the most powerful expression of hope i have ever experienced.  don’t let someone like trump tell you that he will deliver the whitehouse to the people.  he is trying to sell you something that you already have.
that day, at the lincoln memorial.  the same place where martin luther king gave his famous speech….i sat on those steps.  i was wearing red terry cloth shorts.  and a blue t-shirt.  armed guards were performing a presentation in a park to the north.  i could hear the commands.  left, right, about face.  i breathed in the hot summer air.  and i turned to my sister, “This is what it’s all about.” i said.  and i smiled.  she smiled, too.  i looked back out over the reflecting pool.  “This is what it’s all about.” i said again to the sky, to the world.  to myself.
by the people.  for the people.  of the people.  grandma often said inheritance is a terrible thing.  but in this case, it was wondrous.
how dare trump say any part of washington dc doesn’t belong to us.  how dare he claim that our capital no longer belongs to every citizen.  that he can somehow return it to the people, when it always has belonged us!
how dare he.  no one cares and i’m saying it’s time to understand that this class A jackass is putting ideas into the minds of generations.  one little wrong step, “i will take the whitehouse and give it back to the people.”
and i question, who ARE these people?  MY people already own it.  they need to understand that.  it is not something outside or above you.  it is the heritage of every american.  when you are there, you feel it.  that understanding is completely and utterly overwhelming.
i don’t know what washington dc trump is talking about.  but i do know that he doesn’t know how to be humbled by a lot of good work by a lot of good people.  you have no idea how much i appreciate the cogs and the wheels that run our federal collective.  and i know that hillary clinton has that same appreciation.  what donald trump appreciates is a tight ass and a million dollar jet.  get that straight.  he doesn’t even know that dc belongs to all of us and that is what makes it so beautiful.  beauty to trump is dollar signs?  honestly, i think he only appreciates his own voice.  
i listen to the speech by martin luther king.  i listen to the addresses by kennedy.  the men of vision who have spoken, and spoken well.  that is the america i know.  the america trump knows is not on the map.  it’s an empty spot in his mind where his mind is all alone.  
we the people.  better together.  you better believe it.  #hillaryclinton

best is not found by fearing the worst

slowing down
she did everything in every moment
unafraid
to be in the crowd
stretch into existence
to do and be
act and react
now prefers to be alone
a day at home
more treasured than days at the beach
days on vacation
days on dates and bonfires and
making love under the moon
drinking until sunrise

now she reads at home
and hates crowds
loves the quiet

now she… now i enjoy
understanding more
and diving deeper in the mind

if given all the money in the world
would not use it to travel
because i have come to realize
that i hate traveling
and the planes are even smaller now
more crowded

i wouldn’t buy a house
nothing but headaches and worry
i wouldn’t want a maid
might hire a car
because walking can be difficult
might buy a better couch
a better bed

but do not like eating out
because get to worry about
what is really in things
and the body can’t manage
anything but my own cooking very well

used to like going to the mall
dreaming about all the clothes i could wear
how beautiful i would be!
now i take pride in a pair
of comfortable jeans found on discount
and it is better than the dream…

that’s the thing
and it’s better to not get whistles
and is better to not have that
feeling
body treated as an object
conquest and fear of men
and their hunger

it’s better to not endure the crowds
and fun is the mind facing another challenge
fun is some quiet gardening
fun is the fellowship at church
that is pleasant and not demanding

she has become a different person
this me
never believed in magic and miracles
still pretty much don’t
but this me now knows
that science is a construct
life itself in large part a design
of the mind
in it’s pursuit of consistency

operation and manipulation

the only thing telling my young self i needed more
was the falling into traps
traps created by man

seeing through them, now
even the health traps
as age shifts a woman from the fashion industry
to the healthcare industry

she sees every day as one more day to
remember how foolishness was the greatest
contributor to knowledge

and to forget the pain because it was
wanting so many perfect things
in an imperfect world
that never promised easy

only that ease
is a thought imperfectly expressed

and left to be between me and god
a buffer that tells the world

not yet

she doesn’t jump at the signs anymore
the opportunities put in path
like the world choosing your next step

plans are for mice and men
and she…i ….am woman
the best day is unplanned
and filled with smiles over absurdity

overflowing with a joy that
nothing complicates
no one tries to change me
not this time

this time my best is real
one day that looks like another
only because others
are not inside my days

subtle
i still look at the fear of death sometimes
but have too many things
to talk over with god and the universe

to go anywhere else
but the source
the culmination of
man’s dreams and a reality
that only hurts
if you let hurt

be your best

she loves a good challenge
and beginnings that require patience
this person i was and am

always felt a sadness at not
finding the same understanding in others
nobody else could see

but i treasure that sadness now
and the lies?
many deal untruths in the background
i know that now

when this started
when the new me started
was when i realized that it
doesn’t matter if someone else
is true in their caring or friendship

what matters is that my
caring matters and is not tainted
by giving love or caring
to those who are false

it was that understanding that there
is no shame in giving

and not getting
to be aware love is not dependent
on the lives inside of others
it is my best
that counts and lives as the
integrity

betrayal is placed out of range
the back is not a pincushion
for yet more knives

because it is covered by a smile
an understanding of the many ways of deceit
i needed all those years of needing

because the difference
is clear
to let go and know my best
is given and if not received
the fault is not in having
a life large enough to care

the fault exists
in those who only see themselves when they look at you?
the fault is circumstance, nothing more

manipulation is not a coveted behavior
it is more fascinating
to watch freedom

and that means you let ’em go
when best is not good enough
the best is not wrong

she is a changed woman, this me
i don’t go over what needs to be done
tomorrow as i lie in bed struggling
to go to sleep
that was the young me existing
as i was taught

now i am my best
i sleep when i decide

close my eyes and reach for the cosmos
and lie to God
in hopes that my lies
eventually come true

i spent the day writing and lost everything but the last two paragraphs

i believe in tit for tat. if i were a goddess, i’d be an old testament goddess. i don’t give or help anything unless i observe merit. have bouts of compassion at times. when see a homeless man on the corner in 100+ degree heat, and hand him a cold soda on my way back from the store. but for the most part, i’m a born and bread capitalist that believes in hard work and pulling yourself up by the bootstraps. i don’t give for the sake of charity. most of the time, i hate what money does to people. that hunger.

makes people lose sight of what’s important. this world does not own winners and losers. it is not a playground for givers and takers. it is a world of beauty and grace, found in the next day, and the next and the next. it is a world of hope, and wonder, and an infinity beyond all imagining. it is a beauty that brings one to tears, because no matter what direction we go, we are all going there together. there are no lone paths, only lonely pathmakers. it is a world that is hard to love sometimes. but you have to look at it, minus yourself.

blue-dragonfly

toned on worry’s path

tumbled through
complex
brought forth in hope
and stubbornness
don’t worry now

hush

the world is full of angst
fear
becomes the flag
the banner, caught
used and then
used up
distraught

hush

no one knows my under go
left to see
and flow the rising
tide
beside the open
doors
slammed shut on
absent shores

hush

begin to stretch
and burn
the day and night
away for lacks
of turn
and turn about
what is the drop?
the shout
the strength that lectures
time

hush

t’was built as mine
and all that suffers
holds
and leaves the
lone
a spark
a first
a last
began, i took my foresight
un-applied
then left forgiven minds
all souls that sigh
in winds cut down
by stronger births…

hush!

i fight for worth
and worth alone will see
all through
to yet the next
the truth
the underscore and light
after before

the sound is ever
when forever fills these voids

i bow and do not weep
there is no greater noise…

hush.

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