Ridiculous...

Politics…aah, the proverbial word to not speak, talk, or mention now-a-days—but this is just getting plain ridiculous. Black, white, yellow, brown—we should all be united. Stop the hatred, stop the hate! The back and forth bantering, the arguing, the ‘I am this because of that and you should follow my ideologies too’…ridiculous. The ‘your skin is a certain color’ so you did this and you did that…ridiculous. The ‘she is a woman so she can’t be president' and ‘he is a business person with no political sense’ and ‘he is an old person who will probably die before the four year ends’...ridiculous. Let’s stop the hate. The back and forth, the protests, the arguing, the nonsense killings…ridiculous. The darkrooms, the alleys, the slashing's, the ‘shit’ being thrown in your face (literally and figuratively)…ridiculous. The taxing, the poor, the helpless…ridiculous. 

Why not utilize the sheer will of the people to force the revolution we want to see happen? If the process is not working with us or for us, than let’s work the process. A ‘write-in vote’ perhaps? 

Neither for donkey or elephant, than write in tiger, lion, or wolf. But let’s move the political process out of those dark rooms and into the limelight, our way in our terms. Let’s stop the ridiculousness and the status quo that seems to refuse to work for the will of the people.

Peace and love for all…because it’s all just plain ridiculous.

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The Tranquil Mountains...

The calming skies of white and gray, brings a breath of fresh air; a tranquility to the soul -- no sound.

Listening to boleros and slow rhythmic sounds, avoiding the cows on the road and holes on the ground; relaxing en route to the tropics and blue waters, brings a feeling of calmness and warmth all around.

The earthy brown soil, an old man tending to his cows, a lonely dog on the hacienda roof, the fresh vegetables and fruits; the feeling of walking bare foot, just take off those boots.

These tranquil skies are high and above, with birds flying free as high above the clouds; no one can hear your thoughts, the best time to scream out loud.

What tranquil skies in front of me; a moment to breath with your own thoughts and be free.

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Empire Skies...

Live your life and do what you want. Listen to your inner self - it does you no wrong. - freedom from all - freedom from the world - freedom from yourself - freedom from impossibilities Open up your heart and feel what is real. One look, one voice, one mind - an infinite impact to others. Be it realism, optimism, pessimism - live your life and listen to your inner self. The empire skies are up and above your reach; and yet close enough to touch. - freedom from doubts - freedom from the conventional - freedom from the norm Live your life beyond the empire skies.

© Copyright 2013 by Gaudys Laxury. All rights reserved.