I can’t believe I forgot it……..

My blog birthday that is.

My blog was six years old a month ago on February 7th. And I forgot to write about it-that truly must be a sign of my blog passing into the middle age.

Sometimes I wonder why I stay at it. My initial blogging fanatsy ( which every blogger has) of become one of the mega-bloggers getting thousands of hits each day-is clearly not going to come true. It appears to that one has to go over to the dark side of the force and I have no desire to do that.

So why keep on? Because its an outlet. An outlet for me to express some genuine emotions that have especially intensified since I had the misfortune of returning some 2+ years ago to the land of my birth. There is a song from Jefferson Starship-that I love-called The Light that kind of explains it:

I want to go to the stars
I want to go to the stars
I want to go for the morning star

She woke from a start from a dream of stars
Let’s talk about metaphysics she sighed in her bvd’s
She didn’t need comfort just some verbal intercourse
A dance around the intelligence tree

There she stands at my mind again
The age of poetry had begun

 

I  began this blog out of a sense of frustration responding to a huge personal disappointment in my life; created by nothing but sheer stupidity on the part of other people……..on the part of the “big bad establishment”. My disgust with their simplistic trying to slot people into molds, set me off on the path of blogging to begin with. That particular personal disappointment was a “Y” of sorts in my life-one that the width of which was not readily apparent at the time-but became disappointingly clear to me after I returned to the United States. The sober realization of the malicious damage done to me by  one wrong headed decision on their part has, if anything, amplified my “cynicism” about the “establishment” within the US military. The reason I entitled the blog Far East Cynic had , in part, to do with my overwhelming anger at the hypocrisy of people taking a “moral” position on one issue and not looking at a person for what he or she really is-just taking the “cookbook” solution.

Friction makes sparks, sparks make fire
Fire makes heat and the heat will endure ’til the
Animal comes with a ferocity not unlike
You and me in the throes of poetry

 

A lover’s eye can stare an eagle blind
A lover’s ear can hear the lowest sound
A lover’s lip taste like the dream
I know you like it on top don’t stop

Wasn’t that a time for the light?
Wasn’t that a time for bright ideas?
Wasn’t that a time for love and danger?
Go out and stuff the universe into your eyes

However at the same time, I wanted to have a varied outlet to write about whatever interested me. I still do.

Out together on the streets
At the barricades or in the sheets
What a scintillating bitch with her eyes on the light
“let’s go to hell together” in her eyes

Why do we remember the past and not the future?
What’s inside a black hole? what is the nature of the universe?
How does it work? which way is west in space?
Is there sex in heaven? is it the best?

 

My mind is full of these types of questions. These are things I want to get to the bottom of-if there is a bottom to be found. To write, is to channel my energy towards thinking these things through. More importantly is a way to stand out from those who pride themselves on ignorance-if only in my own mind.

Connect me with my intellect, she lied
You can’t hide the sexual drive

Uh, yes-that’s true. I do love and adore the female form. So they will be featured rather prominently as I muse the upcoming year.

It’s a lot of work to blog. I spend 2-3 hours of most days doing something with this  blog. That’s hard to maintain, especially since there is no money in this. There have been “peaks and valleys”  in my content.  As long as I am here in Shopping Mall-it feels like a valley. Much of my efforts of the past year have been devoted to climbing out of that valley. My time in Romania last year was tied to what I hoped was an escape route. However, so far, all of my jaunts down tunnels that would lead me out of the valley of mendacity-have all proven to be dead ends. The lights at the end of the tunnel were simply illusions. I came close a couple of times-especially in the last month or so, only to have it dashed due to one reason or another. But I am not going to give up on it.

Isn’t this a time for the light?
Isn’t this a time for imagination?
Isn’t this a time for great new ideas?
Go out and stuff the universe into your eyes

One other clarifying revelation has come to me in the past year-and I am now acutely focused on in this upcoming year, I think , is on the morality or lack thereof,  in our economics in the land of the Shopping Malls.  I’ve taken on the idea of dealing with our increasing income inequality and the obscene transfer of wealth from the population to the the top 1% with the zeal of a religious convert.

In my world, there are no hungry children
In my world, love is true
In my world, teachers get paid more than baseball players
In my world, there is you, but
In the real world, people get hungry
In the real world, people need love
In the real world, people need food and light and ideas and hope and love and a soothing human touch

 

Just like they’re
Standing in the presence of god
Standing in the halls of imagination
Every boy a lion, every girl a tiger
It just takes a moment to step through the fire

 

 

There are still things to say-and that need to be said- by me. It is my sincere hope that I can remain able to package it into a product people will listen to.   And there is still adventure out there somewhere in the world for me.  That I know-writing about it helps focus me on my goals.

The only answer that I have found
Above the sky or below the ground
Is that there are no answers
There never were any answers
There will never be any answers
And as gertrude stein said, “that’s the answer”

So-just like in life-perseverance needs to be the key.  Press on and don’t let the critics get you down. I’ve still got much to do before I sleep and people to see and things to experience. On the grand scale of things-I’ve been very lucky on that score and I hope my luck continues.

I’m not afraid of the future
I’m not afraid of ideas
I’m not afraid to shake the foundation
Of the wonder years

These are visions of tomorrow
These are visions of the strength of ideas
Like matter and energy, ideas shape the sky
Of the future years

I am grateful for my audience-from the commenters and the lurkers and I hope that you will keep coming back. I’m most appreciative of the expressions of support that came from out of nowhere during some pretty bad times in the past couple of years.  They meant a lot to me at the time and they still mean a lot to me now. I’ll try to repay the favor in the coming year(s).

Adventure beckons from above
The age of poetry begins again with love

 

 

It’s my hope you will keep coming here and reading my thoughts.

Happy Belated Birthday to ME! (and my blog).