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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.
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Take It Where You Find It
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
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For some odd reason I was born conservative. Never dallied at all in “progressivism” save for my 2 year vacation into a marijuana haze while in college—and that was more pretense than anything else as it got me chicks. Nowadays I make Genghis Khan look like a New York ballerina. And if there is one thing I know about it is New York ballerinas.
in my decades I’ve never gone to windward politically.
Though I dallied in my yoot I believe I have always been “conservative”.
Better still, knowing right and wrong.
I only fully understood right and wrong once I returned to the Church. Once that happened (1991) everything had to change. Everything did change—but it took a long time.
Amen Mr. Austin! – Knowing right and wrong is knowing what God’s words say it is, – not what you learn by walking through a mine field.
My hometown, and the whole of the Olympic Peninsula, is democrat – but (Henry M) Jacksonian and Roosevelt democrats. I went to a Young Democrat convention, in Seattle, when I was either 16 or 17; it was the beginning of my senior year in high school. I watched the Seattle YDs pad the registration and votes like drunken sailors on leave. The non-Seattle YDs, my group, couldn’t out-cheat the sonsabitches.
I learned, for the first time, that I agreed with almost none of the party planks as voted; I was not a democrat by logic, although certainly I was one by birth. When I reached voting age, my votes were party-line GOPe.
Jacksonian Democrats have gone the way of the Whigs. Not one member of the national Democrat Party resembles in any way “Scoop” Jackson. Even JFK would today be considered a right-wing extremist by the modern Democrats. Nowadays the ideological distance between AOC and Biden and Pelosi is a but few pronouns. The Party allows no dissent. All are on board.
All Democrats worship the same god, and willingly and joyfully do his bidding.
My hometown in the Olympic Peninsula is the Berkeley of Western Washington. You must live west of me. We had, (have?), our own BLM painting on the main street, and government like the Soviet Union.
Port Townsend?
I grew up in Hoquiam, and you can tell by my name where my family originates on the Peninsula. BLM? o holy fuhk that is so stupid!
Brion Toss was in Port Townsend.