Poetry: 'Maelstrom'

The less I moor, this vessel free
The more it moors, a trestle be
atop it, loft reality
a trough of vile banality

So what is real? More what I feel?
A fell I foot or hell I heel?
A thought a'thunk?
A quaff of sense, til drunk & drowned
in sense so dense as to confound

Merry are we, til all fall down,
til then spin free—merry-go-round
Sweet Carousel, when 'will' you cease?
"When of this world you're found deceased!"
"And, of it's grasp you'll let release...
to moor no more and be at peace."No shore or sure, for see to sea.

 

On Equality, Acceptance, and Tolerance

(In light of the debate and heightened state of sensitivity—due to the most recent Chick-fil-A headlines—surrounding same-sex marriages)

I can not help but be reminded that all are human and entitled to their point-of-view, however irrational others may feel such a point-of-view to be at times; however wrong or bad it is believed or felt to be.

Judging those that can not wrap their mind around the idea of equality is no less an affront to open mindedness, and the act of acceptance, than the very intolerance being perpetrated by those that are opposed to homosexuality, or any differing lifestyle or point-of-view for that matter. What matters the degree to which one is found intolerant, when all that matters is that both parties are exhibiting an intolerance for one-another.

One cannot fight intolerance with intolerance, for it will inevitably engender itself, and in so doing will only place its purveyor(s) on the level of those they wish to condemn; neither of whom will be found "taking the high road", rather both bound by zealotry in their contempt for one-another, trapped within a most vicious cycle.