borgsdemons.com Blog http://borgsdemons.com/blog Live Hard . . . Die Free! Thu, 03 May 2012 02:09:05 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.1 Ecstacy! http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2010/12/10/ecstacy/ http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2010/12/10/ecstacy/#comments Sat, 11 Dec 2010 06:24:10 +0000 John Merryweather Cooper http://borgsdemons.com/blog/?p=100 What pretends reality?  How dark lightness be?
How smells the winds ’round?  Blows meat or lust free?
See what you’ve bitten, when the mood takes thee!

How bitter the hops, how strong red wine be
What smoothness whiskey, red lips close to me!
Taste what’s in your pyre, waking sleep and fire!

Steal a few dollars, take a precious gift
Rob both rich and poor, and rape youngest, best!
Hold all you fast took, slipping past your hands.

Jump from iron bird, while in flight to fight!
Gun who opposes!  Shred rest ‘n best tonight!
Red war fear squared, the greatest of scares!

Climb without a rope, jump off a high cliff
Alone sail around, body never found!
Scent of death beats near, sum, product, or die!

Motor fast and hard, round the manly isle
Drop the throttle turn, roar thru afterburn!
Can you handle it!  Are you in good tune?

Passion fills the air, desire wet ‘n hot!
Must kiss your lips hard, must have you now ‘n hot!
Every sort of pair, knows need, want, and lust!

Does she love me or, does she know me not?
My heart races near, will hers answer fear?
Is love devine lust?  Or another bust?

Will she forgive me, will he welcome me?
Fool am I destine–seeking why I am . . .
Every question be, God willing and free.

Copyright (C) 2010 by John Merryweather Cooper.  All rights reserved.

]]> http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2010/12/10/ecstacy/feed/ 0 Penelope Alight http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2010/12/08/penelope-alight/ http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2010/12/08/penelope-alight/#comments Thu, 09 Dec 2010 07:29:13 +0000 John Merryweather Cooper http://borgsdemons.com/blog/?p=97 Light feet prance across, dust and swirling mist
Shapely, curvaceous, every man’s desire.
Dark eyes, hard edge cheeks, command her to come.
Candle flames burn bright, shadows cross the wall
Arms meet, torsos grasp, lips blend, legs twine
Desire burns night out, blending to bright day

Passion never done, need climbs the Sun.
Penelope waves, goodbye to husband
Ten years of crimson, war without ending
No news ever comes, does he yet survive?
Son grown to a man, beauty at it’s peak
Her time, or no time, ensuring her love.

Dreams unbidden far, suitors half welcome
Her election comes, what to do–to do?
Take a lover whilst, beauty holds truly
Or wait for husband, maybe the one man
Who can make her dreams, her precious lost dreams
Dreams true and lasting, enough to live by.

Bull by the red horns, demanding lover
Fills her by black night, plots her doom by day
Island master rules, princess fair bows deep
Chains of cold oblige, weigh wedding dress down
Bright but what color, is it noon or night?
He knows he’s coming, to claim his birthright

Hero landing now, storms the keep alight
Decade old dreams haunt, torturing this man
Will she still be true?  Will heart justify?
Ulysses comes home, to dark disaster.
Hope dies, light leaves eyes, betrayal, vengance
Every right for fools, escape his own rage?

Heart breaking also, she knows bitterness
Long he wanders night, seeking himself lost
Understanding this, come feel forgiveness
Come to bed still warm, what does it matter?
A thousand lovers, or one true loved?
Death claims their distress, rest reunites them.

Copyright (C) 2010 by John Merryweather Cooper.  All rights reserved.

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After thanking each and every one for inviting him, and after listing the many evils of socialist Jamaica, he reached the topic most dear to him and the head of the flock:? “America, the evil, godless, socialist empire.”

“Evolution is of the devil, for it contradicts the Word of God.? God is the Word, and the Word cannot be questioned.”? More sweat struck the podium, and he shuffled his notes to keep them clear before him.? “Secular humanism, and the socialism that breeds it, are the roots of all evil in America today.? Because you have turned from the Word of God, you are being punished.? Because you have been taught to question, you are damned!”? It grew hotter beneath the canopy.? “Only in unquestioning belief in the Word can you be saved.? Only by faith, and not by deeds, will you know salvation.”? Some of the ladies in their summer dresses fainted in the heat and were fanned in their chairs.? Many thought it was good to faint because it showed others that the Lord was touching them.? The Pharisees had thought so too.? Thunder cracked in the distance.? A storm was clearly brewing.? Would it touch them?

Then, a vision appeared in the mind’s eye of those under the tent who were not blind.? Had not the whole Protestant movement–of which this tent was a direct descendent–sprung from the Humanist movement’s desire that the Word of God be accessible to every man, woman, and child who could read in their native tongue?? Martin Luther was seen gliding effortlessly among the hosts.? Had not his spirit demanded a critical appraisal of all doctrine and dogma?

Nietzsche appeared like a beggar besides the podium and roared accusingly–”See!? I told you God is Dead, and he is one of the murderers!”? Like cigarette smoke, the vision faded as the lover of words departs..

]]> http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2010/03/25/ignorance/feed/ 0 The Kiss http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2010/01/02/the-kiss/ http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2010/01/02/the-kiss/#comments Sun, 03 Jan 2010 04:54:05 +0000 John Merryweather Cooper http://borgsdemons.com/blog/?p=69 My left hand supports your neck and upper back

while my right hand cradles your head as I

lower and bend you back.

Your hands slip under my arm pits to feel my

broad shoulders supporting us both.

As our lips draw close, your left leg wraps

behind my knees and your eyes close in

anticipation.

Our lips touch softly and then more firmly as

our passions rise.  Our lips hold this embrace

for a few moments, and then slowly peel away–a

gentle teasing helped by your lipstick.

I draw you back to vertical with my hands

cupping your shoulders.

“Happy New Year!”

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Leaving always; tarrying not
In with the foam tide of passion;
Out with the wave tide of desire.

Until storm takes us with fury
Welding us one to the other
In with the foam tide higher!
Out with the wave tide’s depths!

Something remains, treasured now
Hearts and minds joined for love.

]]> http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2009/12/31/foam-and-wave/feed/ 0 Chain of Command http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2009/06/03/chain-of-command/ http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2009/06/03/chain-of-command/#comments Thu, 04 Jun 2009 00:21:43 +0000 John Merryweather Cooper http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2009/06/03/chain-of-command/ Who orders what is done (or not done) about the pirates operating off the West Coast of Africa?  If you listen to the the pundits, DoD hacks, and flag rank officers of all branches, you might be excused for thinking that our military is the one who should make the call.

What is more disturbing is how the national consciousness has absorbed the current state of affairs and turned civilian command-and-control of the military upside down.  As we are too often to forget or ignore, war is politics by other means.  Automatically flowing from this maxim:  1) there is no such thing as an apolitical flag rank officer; and 2) there is no such thing as an apolitical war.  The corollary to this reality of war is that flag rank officers will aggressively seek to insert themselves in the absence of firm political leadership.

There are signs that the Obama administration is willing to let the military call the tune in a manner similar to Bush II.  This may prove to be a greater threat to the Republic than terrorism, piracy, or fundamentalism ever was.

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The only seals I saw as a child were at the Pt. Defiance Zoo.  Now, Harbor Seals seem to occupy most of the navigation bouys and can be seen feeding just about anywhere significant numbers of fish can be found.

To a lesser extent, birds on the Sound seem to be more common too.

However, the Salmon Fishery that closed when I was a teenager has only gotten worse.  From what I have read or seen, the major offenders are:  1) high-head dams grinding Salmon into chum coming and going; 2) further destruction of spawning habitat; 3) disease/parasite transmission from Atlantic Char (grown on submerged fish farms) to Salmon emerging from spawning grounds; 4) factory trawlers finishing off the last of the adult Salmon beyond the 200-mile limit.

Good things don’t seem to be happening for our Salmon.  Unless something is done soon, within my lifetime I believe they will be extinct.

]]> http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2009/05/24/old-and-young/feed/ 0 Civilian Wear of Military Uniforms in Public http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2009/05/23/civilian-wear-of-military-uniforms-in-public/ http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2009/05/23/civilian-wear-of-military-uniforms-in-public/#comments Sun, 24 May 2009 03:42:38 +0000 John Merryweather Cooper http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2009/05/23/civilian-wear-of-military-uniforms-in-public/ Yesterday and today, I saw a Caucasian male of high school age wearing the pants and upper of a late-model set of BDU’s (Battle Dress Uniform) in Port Orchard and Gig Harbor, Washington.  I could tell he was a civilian because:  1) he was wearing his pants with a “fashionable” sag desired by wana-be gang bangers; 2) his cap and shoes were decidely not military issue; 3) he was walking along One Mile in Port Orchard with a decidely non military (and very small)  pack; 4) the next day he was hanging with “buds” at the Gig Harbor Petco.

I confess that I was irriated enough by this individual that my wife and my family left the Petco before I could jack this pseudo soldier up.

Now technically, 10 U.S.C. section 771 makes this individual’s behavior illegal, but like a lot of things in life legal, finding a prosecutor who will drop the hammer on such an individual is probably more difficult than winning at Powerball.

Nevertheless, I feel dishonored and frustrated by this punk.  If he were making a political statement, I’d be more comfortable, but wearing BDU’s like trash really yanks my chain.

]]> http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2009/05/23/civilian-wear-of-military-uniforms-in-public/feed/ 0 The Cowards’ Birth Right http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2008/08/25/the-cowards-birth-right/ http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2008/08/25/the-cowards-birth-right/#comments Mon, 25 Aug 2008 15:15:00 +0000 John Merryweather Cooper http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2008/08/25/the-cowards-birth-right/ I am convinced that Cheney’s calculations of power would be alien to any of the real master of Real Politik.

Thank God the current threshold for a nuclear exchange is high, or I swear he’d find a way to get us in one.

Instead of conventional calculations of risk, I see calculations based on ideological purity and aggrandizement of personal power.  Rather than the way my father used to kick off military briefings during the Nixon administration where the briefing would begin with a list of who is in military contact with whom, who got killed or injured, and what is at risk, I see a Cheney briefing opening with which donor promised what, who’s unhappy in the neocon base, and how they can get even with Republicans Cheney perceives as having “deserted” the cause.

In other words, Cheney and “W” don’t perceive risk because they consciously don’t look for and wouldn’t know it if wacked them over the head with a Backfire bomber.  We’re ruled by moral cowards who believe power is their birth right and stewardship is something liberals do.  We’re really lucky it isn’t any worse than it is.  Really lucky . . .

]]> http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2008/08/25/the-cowards-birth-right/feed/ 0 The End of the Illusion http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2008/08/24/the-end-of-the-illusion/ http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2008/08/24/the-end-of-the-illusion/#comments Sun, 24 Aug 2008 23:07:43 +0000 John Merryweather Cooper http://borgsdemons.com/blog/2008/08/24/the-end-of-the-illusion/ Numerical superiority only matters at the point of contact (where soldiers and weapons platforms operate the “meat grinder”).  We no longer live (although many pretend we still do) in an age of phalanxes pressing against each other).  We now live an age of tidal waves of steel splinters, transonic blast waves, and superheated air.  More often then not, he/she who shoots first, wins–or at least survives.

No longer does a nice, neat, clean bullet pierce the heart of the fallen hero.  In modern warfare, our hero is much more likely to be incinerated beyond recognition.

Nor do our “invincible” tanks go hither and yon at will while all weapons bounce harmlessly off their flanks.  In the real world, whether you call them anti-tank mines or improvised explosive devices, is semantics next to the practical effects of such a device on a tank’s hull and crew.  Moreover, all recent HAWs (Heavy Anti-tank Weapons) will easily slice through the armor of any tank and incinerate and/or shread the crew inside.  Most of the improvements to me made in such weapons involve the survivability of the crew firing the weapon and not lethality.

The modern battlefield is not a pushing ground but a killing field.

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