It appears History does repeat itself.
How many are sitting in a “dive” or at “home” not really enjoying their libation, realizing yet still denying that the entire world must suffer great violence, trauma and loss before over an inestimable number of years – until almost all become exhausted, without further energy to be angry or act out. … G-d forgive us for what will be necessary in order to restore order and a world of communities living in relative peace.
Bear Claw Chris LappAugust 27, 2021, 3:32 PM
The most terrifying force of death, comes from the hands of “Men who wanted to be left Alone”.
They try, so very hard, to mind their own business and provide for themselves and those they love.
They resist every impulse to fight back, knowing the forced and permanent change of life that will come from it.
They know, that the moment they fight back, the lives as they have lived them, are over.
The moment the “Men who wanted to be left Alone” are forced to fight back, it is a small form of suicide. They are literally killing off who they used to be. . . .
Which is why, when forced to take up violence, these “Men who wanted to be left Alone”, fight with unholy vengeance against those who murdered their former lives. They fight with raw hate, and a drive that cannot be fathomed by those who are merely play-acting at politics and terror. TRUE TERROR will arrive at the Left’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy . . . . but it will fall upon deaf ears.
PyrthroesAugust 26, 2021, 6:51 PM
TOM o’ BEDLAM
Being exists in essence as Potential, for not in Being but Becoming lies The Way.
I am Tom, and so say without saying,
The one and the many’s the same,
When you’ve learned No Knowledge of Nothing
And your kingdom hasn’t a name.
Golden threads tie and bind me,
For I love the glitter of gold;
But what I wear is worn threadbare,
And poor Tom’s ever a-cold.
Tailor my mantel of Sky,
Cobble my boots of black Earth–
For my purse holds riches in dreams,
And I pay in good coin with my mirth.
I have danced in the Eye of a Tiger,
Respect I owe to the Bear.
Wouldst set me aright, sir? A Copper
Will serve as a Sovereign– beware!
Tom as first comes a-begging
Has neither to go nor to stay;
But what all winter’s winds won’t accomplish,
Kind words will wreak in a day.
JPB, 1972
VanderleunAugust 26, 2021, 7:09 PM
With an host of furious fancies
Whereof I am commander,
With a burning spear and a horse of air,
To the wilderness I wander.
By a knight of ghosts and shadows,
I summoned am to a tourney
Ten leagues beyond the wide world’s end:
Methinks it is no journey.
Yet I will sing, Any food, any feeding,
Feeding, drink, or clothing;
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
LATE LIGHT by Klahn
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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It appears History does repeat itself.
How many are sitting in a “dive” or at “home” not really enjoying their libation, realizing yet still denying that the entire world must suffer great violence, trauma and loss before over an inestimable number of years – until almost all become exhausted, without further energy to be angry or act out. … G-d forgive us for what will be necessary in order to restore order and a world of communities living in relative peace.
The most terrifying force of death, comes from the hands of “Men who wanted to be left Alone”.
They try, so very hard, to mind their own business and provide for themselves and those they love.
They resist every impulse to fight back, knowing the forced and permanent change of life that will come from it.
They know, that the moment they fight back, the lives as they have lived them, are over.
The moment the “Men who wanted to be left Alone” are forced to fight back, it is a small form of suicide. They are literally killing off who they used to be. . . .
Which is why, when forced to take up violence, these “Men who wanted to be left Alone”, fight with unholy vengeance against those who murdered their former lives. They fight with raw hate, and a drive that cannot be fathomed by those who are merely play-acting at politics and terror. TRUE TERROR will arrive at the Left’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy . . . . but it will fall upon deaf ears.
TOM o’ BEDLAM
Being exists in essence as Potential, for not in Being but Becoming lies The Way.
I am Tom, and so say without saying,
The one and the many’s the same,
When you’ve learned No Knowledge of Nothing
And your kingdom hasn’t a name.
Golden threads tie and bind me,
For I love the glitter of gold;
But what I wear is worn threadbare,
And poor Tom’s ever a-cold.
Tailor my mantel of Sky,
Cobble my boots of black Earth–
For my purse holds riches in dreams,
And I pay in good coin with my mirth.
I have danced in the Eye of a Tiger,
Respect I owe to the Bear.
Wouldst set me aright, sir? A Copper
Will serve as a Sovereign– beware!
Tom as first comes a-begging
Has neither to go nor to stay;
But what all winter’s winds won’t accomplish,
Kind words will wreak in a day.
JPB, 1972
With an host of furious fancies
Whereof I am commander,
With a burning spear and a horse of air,
To the wilderness I wander.
By a knight of ghosts and shadows,
I summoned am to a tourney
Ten leagues beyond the wide world’s end:
Methinks it is no journey.
Yet I will sing, Any food, any feeding,
Feeding, drink, or clothing;
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.
Perhaps the Greatest Anonymous Poem in English: “Tom O’Bedlam” | Big Two-Hearted River