September anew

 

 

September Anew

September anew

glistens as cloud and sunshine

sweeping open sky

September renews

in the coolness of breezes

sails of air's delight

September blue skies

azure celestial stone

in strokes as light clouds

September opens

to indigo to cyan

to Alice's blue

September anew

as a carpi capricious

renewed as a blue 

A Mendoza, 2016

September anew

 

 

September Anew

September anew

glistens as cloud and sunshine

sweeping open sky

September renews

in the coolness of breezes

sails of air's delight

September blue skies

azure celestial stone

in strokes as light clouds

September opens

to indigo to cyan

to Alice's blue

September anew

as a carpi capricious

renewed as a blue 

A Mendoza, 2016

vanity kills

vanity kills

vanity kills

vanity kills

Inkblot

 

 

INKBLOT

The sun's projective, an inkblot scaling mountains as a fleeting Rorschach

Crawling across the desert scenery with a pale blue background

The grains of sand as bountiful as stars hugging the ground hissing in the wind

tan world stretching to touch the water coloured world

Floating inkblots crawl forming massive 3d like sculptures on far ranges,

Across a desert upward to an eternity kissing blackened wind and water is light of day

The touching unseen, caressing nature unfelt, filling with a material magic until the cup over flows

A river bank streaming outward to a purpose vaguely guessed at

There is no deliberate wind with a purpose, only it's own existence, wind needs no purpose

The thing is itself alone in a freedom as purposeless in existence.

The hissing sand echoing the whispering wind

And pressed flat the clouds foam upward

Against the glass ceiling the roof of air sails

Alone in a thought a singular motion rushes

A MENDOZA, 2016

Inkblot

 

 

INKBLOT

The sun's projective, an inkblot scaling mountains as a fleeting Rorschach

Crawling across the desert scenery with a pale blue background

The grains of sand as bountiful as stars hugging the ground hissing in the wind

tan world stretching to touch the water coloured world

Floating inkblots crawl forming massive 3d like sculptures on far ranges,

Across a desert upward to an eternity kissing blackened wind and water is light of day

The touching unseen, caressing nature unfelt, filling with a material magic until the cup over flows

A river bank streaming outward to a purpose vaguely guessed at

There is no deliberate wind with a purpose, only it's own existence, wind needs no purpose

The thing is itself alone in a freedom as purposeless in existence.

The hissing sand echoing the whispering wind

And pressed flat the clouds foam upward

Against the glass ceiling the roof of air sails

Alone in a thought a singular motion rushes

A MENDOZA, 2016

The Emperor's new clothes

 

 

The Emperor's New Clothes

"What is wealth?" for Americans.

Wealth is classically refined by resources and not money.

There is no money in wealth. 

The deciding factors that makes America great is the ability to produce and the ability to acquire resources for that production. Our system allows for the freedom to own and the protections that allow for private ownership. 

As corporate legal fictions (businesses that are incorporated) are now in control of so much of our country the freedom to build wealth has been come an option to fewer and fewer people.

If Mr. Trump is implying that more and more private ownership of resources apart from corporations is his vision for America than it would be hard to argue against him honestly. 

I have seen nothing of the sort from the man. 

The ways to wealth are anchored to the abilities to produce and the resources need to produce. As the corporate monsters cut the anchor of one from individuals they seek to steal the other for themselves.

The odd thing is, a legal fiction is just that, a fiction. Like the dollar it only means what someone wants it to mean, or, it just has no meaning. Sort of like the story of "The Emperor's New Clothes" where basic truth from observation is needed to see the deception. 

But it's hard to see truth while blind and deluded.

Deluded by a faith in lies and blind to our own complicity.

Believing that money is wealth is the lie. 

Blinded by that belief because of ignorance is the root of complicity.

 A Mendoza, 2016

The Emperor's new clothes

 

 

The Emperor's New Clothes

"What is wealth?" for Americans.

Wealth is classically refined by resources and not money.

There is no money in wealth. 

The deciding factors that makes America great is the ability to produce and the ability to acquire resources for that production. Our system allows for the freedom to own and the protections that allow for private ownership. 

As corporate legal fictions (businesses that are incorporated) are now in control of so much of our country the freedom to build wealth has been come an option to fewer and fewer people.

If Mr. Trump is implying that more and more private ownership of resources apart from corporations is his vision for America than it would be hard to argue against him honestly. 

I have seen nothing of the sort from the man. 

The ways to wealth are anchored to the abilities to produce and the resources need to produce. As the corporate monsters cut the anchor of one from individuals they seek to steal the other for themselves.

The odd thing is, a legal fiction is just that, a fiction. Like the dollar it only means what someone wants it to mean, or, it just has no meaning. Sort of like the story of "The Emperor's New Clothes" where basic truth from observation is needed to see the deception. 

But it's hard to see truth while blind and deluded.

Deluded by a faith in lies and blind to our own complicity.

Believing that money is wealth is the lie. 

Blinded by that belief because of ignorance is the root of complicity.

 A Mendoza, 2016