Leave The Lion Alone –

“Without game, men prey on each other.” – Perry Farrell
“. . . It is just because human bloodthirstiness is such a primitive part of us 
that it is so hard to eradicate, especially when a fight or a hunt is promised as part of the fun.” – William James
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There are those who live only to stalk as an aggressor and taker of life. This is why the gazelle cannot be kind to the lion, or invite him to dine and frolic together. If I treat the predator like a friend, with all the trust and vulnerabilities involved with that privilege, I‘ll present myself as a meal. It’s nothing personal for them to hunt me, that’s what they do. Leave the lion alone, why do I wish to fight? A fight is necessary for survival, but the better part of wisdom is to stay away from those whose dinner is my flesh. The kindness of our hearts is a weakness which must be balanced with the necessary facts of life, leave the lion alone and steer clear from the jaws that will look pleasant from a distance but have your throat in an instant.

First published in Opinionsofeye.com

12162012

The Queen, Part 13 – Comfortable Violence

 

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The throbbing in my shoulder matched the muffled sounds from the headers of the car. Sweet liquid morphine and shots of Jack Daniels had their desired effect, easing my body and mind out the bowels of this craziness. It’s amazing how fast life can change, from dreary and boring to “What the fuck!” in a hot quick second. I noticed things were getting easier, surprises less surprising, and choices made by previous choices. Violence became a common thing, life and death, no longer fragile and precious, but cheap and forgotten. The only lives important were ours. It wasn’t the fight for life, because I had life and it never was this exciting or crazy, but it was the fight for survival. I know survival is life, but there’s something about staring at the wrong end of the gun on a regular basis that ingrained a grit, a hardness that’s comforting and that sedates the complacency experienced by the blue and white collared grunts, performing the same routine, longing after a little dough to buy a house or car, or the beautiful trophy wife. I imagine cavemen had this same excitement, and really, that what this was. Caveman style, fight for survival, kill and maim to push ahead and escape. Some men are born for this lifestyle, and for me? Well I didn’t know, but I knew that guns now felt comfortable, my aim was sure and not shaking, my stride confident with my queen by my side. I guess that even if I didn’t start in this “trade” it seemed that it grew on me. These thoughts eased me into another deep sleep, the lullaby of mufflers at 70 mph, and the comfort of cold steel pressed against my skin and delicious lips, parted slightly with just a little strain visible on her china face. Where this was going, I didn’t care and it seemed my career description was rapidly changing from my old mundane, back breaking job, but the goal was the same, that I might see her and escape from the listless world that was mine, outside my Queen’s castle.

Crash – Their choices, your demise

“Men may change their climate, but they cannot change their nature. A man that goes out a fool cannot ride or sail himself into common sense.” – Joseph Addison



Expecting a crumpling low buckling sound of screaming metal as the car slid sideways, the world spun by, lights flashing on every revolution. With a sudden jolt and crunch, I wrapped my world around the telephone pole of wantonness. The crash owned me, the unexpected result of decisions made without knowledge of the wreckage about to be imposed on my world. 

I shut the door of my travels with a solid thud, and adjusted my mirrors. Putting the seat belt of my expectations securely in place with a snap, not knowing this same preparation may kill me as well as help me, I took off into the darkness. Acceleration comes easy, this way’s familiar to me. Comfortable with my situation, I stop without thinking to pick her up, after all, I’m in charge of this ride, what do I have to fear? Rain blew in when I opened the door, the few drops drawing attention to changing times. The speed felt good, my instincts guiding me through a thousands of choices as I reached speeds exceeding the limits imposed by order and wisdom. My life is able to handle this, I’ve built my engines of purpose and survival to last and persevere under the stress of the journey. With the wind in our hair I, with startled revelation, spun around with her, seeing the whole thing coming to a massive and heart wrenching conclusion. In all my confidence, I forgot that other drivers make choices too and those choices were causing my demise in this crazy, wild, no holds barred finality. How did this happen to me? Reasons are left unanswered as I breath my last through gargled gasps and see our bodies mangled in the aftermath. It happens to us all, soon the vehicle of our life will, with or without our choice, end up in an ugly crash. Be wise young soul, no matter how fast your car or skilled your operation, people that drive around can wreck you, without your thought or choice, in a most exquisite crash.

Crash – Their choices, your demise

“Men may change their climate, but they cannot change their nature. A man that goes out a fool cannot ride or sail himself into common sense.” – Joseph Addison



Expecting a crumpling low buckling sound of screaming metal as the car slid sideways, the world spun by, lights flashing on every revolution. With a sudden jolt and crunch, I wrapped my world around the telephone pole of wantonness. The crash owned me, the unexpected result of decisions made without knowledge of the wreckage about to be imposed on my world. 

I shut the door of my travels with a solid thud, and adjusted my mirrors. Putting the seat belt of my expectations securely in place with a snap, not knowing this same preparation may kill me as well as help me, I took off into the darkness. Acceleration comes easy, this way’s familiar to me. Comfortable with my situation, I stop without thinking to pick her up, after all, I’m in charge of this ride, what do I have to fear? Rain blew in when I opened the door, the few drops drawing attention to changing times. The speed felt good, my instincts guiding me through a thousands of choices as I reached speeds exceeding the limits imposed by order and wisdom. My life is able to handle this, I’ve built my engines of purpose and survival to last and persevere under the stress of the journey. With the wind in our hair I, with startled revelation, spun around with her, seeing the whole thing coming to a massive and heart wrenching conclusion. In all my confidence, I forgot that other drivers make choices too and those choices were causing my demise in this crazy, wild, no holds barred finality. How did this happen to me? Reasons are left unanswered as I breath my last through gargled gasps and see our bodies mangled in the aftermath. It happens to us all, soon the vehicle of our life will, with or without our choice, end up in an ugly crash. Be wise young soul, no matter how fast your car or skilled your operation, people that drive around can wreck you, without your thought or choice, in a most exquisite crash.

Utility of Love

We are so obsessed with doing that we have no time and no imagination left for being. As a result, men are valued not for what they are but for what they do or what they have – for their usefulness.” –Thomas Merton

 Utility defines our passions embrace


Only together can we both go far

Industry becomes the nature of us


Survival is our language of love

Laying down sentiment for reality

Struggle unites that which is contrary


Bound by an instinct for air

Two are better than one when drowning,

From these turbid waters we will escape

Utility of Love

We are so obsessed with doing that we have no time and no imagination left for being. As a result, men are valued not for what they are but for what they do or what they have – for their usefulness.” –Thomas Merton

 Utility defines our passions embrace


Only together can we both go far

Industry becomes the nature of us


Survival is our language of love

Laying down sentiment for reality

Struggle unites that which is contrary


Bound by an instinct for air

Two are better than one when drowning,

From these turbid waters we will escape

Reason and Rhyme

“You’re right, he’s a killer,” you said. “A rooster with some serious issues.”
Lucy Christopher, Stolen
 

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I came sowing with tears into the life of your ruin


Knowing the pain will come to roost with me soon

Laughter is strange in this world of gloom

I lay down my peace to dance with your tune

Listen with care you simple of heart and small mind

Take this advice, listen to reason and rhyme

To ruin me were thoughts but you could only try

Never to win, this morning the rooster won’t die

Reluctantly Crouched At the Starting Line

The following article was written by a good friend and fellow blogger, Joey Flowers. Enjoy.
Honestly, there were SO many emotions running through me when my situation started. And at times those emotions do resurface. It happens to all of us. One of those emotions was fear. Fear of what was going to happen. Fear of the uncertain future. Fear that I wasn’t going to make it. But with time, I began to be less fearful, and more optimistic. Sure, there still is uncertainty, but sometimes we just have to play it by ear, and take it as it comes. We can’t let fear, or reluctance take over. We need to take the first step in order to advance.
When you think about it, I guess it’s our “survival” instinct that kicks in when we become scared and uncertain. We hesitate, and eventually stall. We need to learn that even when things are not in our favor, or it looks difficult and the odds are stacked against us, we need to get ready, and race to where we want to be.
“Audacity augments courage; hesitation, fear”. – Publilius Syrus

Published in The Ballad Of Joey Flowers