Death makes its laugh

Whirl    above my head
In         sleep there is
Night    shade come for
Death    makes me sing
Makes   me cling to
Its        soft silk sheet
Light     no more mine
Laugh    heard as echos

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Windmills in my mind

Have you ever noticed, or do you even care
All the little pieces
That go flying through the air
All of them a jumble, whirling as if snow
Tumbling and rumbling through my mind they go

Where am I to wander, or should I stay at home
No matter where I stand
My mind just tends to roam
Dancing with the windmills, spinning to a tune
Sunny sparkles leap and twirl sticking just like glue

How has this just happened, I'm wearing windmill shoes
Little tiny windmills
That pull me too the moon
Hey I just saw Elvis do a bump and grind
Damn I must be crazy there's windmills in my mind

This is a delema, I'm having such a time
Does it really happen
It really is sublime
Hell I lost my eyes, now isn't that just grand
But now I see the windmills playing in the sand

Now I want to stay here, among the windmills stand
Do you think they'll let me
Build castles in the sand
Please don't make me go, I'm having such a time
A thousand little windmills dancing in a line

A thousand little windmills dancing in a line
Damn I must be crazy there's windmills in my mind

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My spirit rent

Raw    wound from love
Ache   for one lost
Ill       is fate's turn
Now    my spirit rent

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Have you ever seen them, all the empty people
in-side
Have you ever seen them, all the emptiness
in     their     eyes
Have you ever seen them, pretending that they are
a-live
Have you ever seen them, pretending they are
not     a     lie


Grievous wolves among the sheep
Raking with their claws
Ravenous howlings in their eyes
Hunger can't be absolved
Fangs they sink in velvet necks
Sucking life with greed
With an icy hand they smooth the brow
of their victims as they feed


Have you ever seen them, all the empty people
in-side
Have you ever seen them, all the emptiness
that     they     hide
Have you ever seen them, pretending that they are
a-live
Have you ever seen them, pretending they have
not     yet     died


With eyes that swim in frothy blood
Striking left and right
They lay their hands on young and old
Bones breaking with their might
ragged strips of flesh they tear
hatred makes them bold
On living souls they gorge themselves
Down their rancid maw they go

Have you ever seen them....

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http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/40975400/ns/world_news-mideast/n_africa/4...

The above link is to a story about an Iraqi cleric who has returned from self imposed exile in Iran.  This Shiite cleric is anti-American and anti-Sunni, and was forced to hide when accused of killing another cleric.  Now he is back, he is a key part of the government coalition, and he is threatening to continue to attach American troops.

Sunni and Shiite sects of the Islam religion hate each other.  One of Iraq's continuing challenges is that they have significant populations of both who must share political power.  You see unlike the US where politics and religion, for the most part, are separate issues (Although there are those who would like to change that) in the Mid-East religion IS politics.

So, why is this such a problem?  Iraq and Iran have fought many battles.  There is a history of animosity both national and religious (remember religion is politics).  Right now in Iraq, while there may not be many US friends, there is, at least, a significant population of those willing to support the US.  There is no US support in Iran.

If, after the US departs Iraq, Iran were to begin an offensive Iraq would have a difficult time defending against it.  Also, that offensive does not have to be a direct military attack.  They can use this cleric to subvert Iraq's political process, or they can use him as a militant and foment revolution.  Regardless, this man's return (notice that there is no mention of the previous charges of murder) is a signal that Iran has taken a hand where Iraq is concerned, adding to the pressure of instability in the world.

Other things going on in the world?  Well there is North and South Korea.  China's increasing military technological might,.  The Sudan separatists. European Anarchists bombings.  The Afghan war. Political instability in its neighbor Pakistan. The Ivory Coast where the losing presidential candidate won't give up power to the winner.   A politically divided and financially wounded US. EU debt crisis. A rise in domestic terrorism.  Oh, and let's not forget a little thing called  al-Qaeda

Can you hear it?  Shhh shhh shhhh  shhhh the sound of the pressure cooker building steam.  Let's hope the heat gets turned down before the cooker blows!

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Sea Song

There was a young urchin went down to the sea,
to see what he could see of the sea
And while this young urchin was down at the sea,
he saw a sea urchin walk out of the sea
To his amazement the urchin did sing,
come along with me and be all you can be
Besides the amazement the urchin could sing,
His song he sang in a perfect sharp C

There was a young maiden went down to the sea
To see if her love could be seen at the sea
and while this young maiden was down at the sea
A sailfish sailed by in a sailboat you see
She could not believe for the sailfish did sing
come along with me and be all you can be
besides the amazement the sailfish could sing
He sang while playing guitar with no strings

There was a poor poet went down to the sea,
To see if his muse he could find at the sea
and while this poor poet was down at the sea
He saw neither urchin nor sailfish you see
This poet is poor and always will be
Can you see why that is even down by the sea
The sea is just sea nothing more does he see
He will never be more than he seems to be seen

See, don't just look, be all you can be.

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