Fear erodes our mind;
Dragging beautiful reason
To raging madness
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Twentyfirst Century Smokers
Today, walking by my house, I see a young woman (twenty-something) standing on her back patio, cigarette in hand. I’ve noticed more and more young folks smoking, and it disturbs me. Watching my mother die of cancer plays a piece, and that deep inner desire for no one to ever self-inflict that horror. But there’s another piece at play.
Entirely anecdoteal observations on my part show a great up-tick in smokers. Now, my generation saw great deceases in the rate of smokers. The next seems to be growing. What’s at play here?
Our knowledge of health-risks has only increased, no it’s not any kind of decrease in awareness of them. Actually, my wife presented me with an idea that makes sense: they’re rebelling against us. We grew up with socially acceptable smoking parents. Perhaps part of our turning away from cigarettes was our own rebellion.
Anyway, there is a communications piece at play: the social message against smoking has waned. To our detriment, as a society I’m sure. Gives me pause to consider how we make smoking decrease to zero. No, I don’t think prohibition will work. Shame is only so effective, and encourages an element of rebellion. So, I’m at a loss. Which makes me deeply sad.
Twentyfirst Century Smokers
Today, walking by my house, I see a young woman (twenty-something) standing on her back patio, cigarette in hand. I’ve noticed more and more young folks smoking, and it disturbs me. Watching my mother die of cancer plays a piece, and that deep inner desire for no one to ever self-inflict that horror. But there’s another piece at play.
Entirely anecdoteal observations on my part show a great up-tick in smokers. Now, my generation saw great deceases in the rate of smokers. The next seems to be growing. What’s at play here?
Our knowledge of health-risks has only increased, no it’s not any kind of decrease in awareness of them. Actually, my wife presented me with an idea that makes sense: they’re rebelling against us. We grew up with socially acceptable smoking parents. Perhaps part of our turning away from cigarettes was our own rebellion.
Anyway, there is a communications piece at play: the social message against smoking has waned. To our detriment, as a society I’m sure. Gives me pause to consider how we make smoking decrease to zero. No, I don’t think prohibition will work. Shame is only so effective, and encourages an element of rebellion. So, I’m at a loss. Which makes me deeply sad.
Oh, Overworked Love
Ah, this poor word,
Describes my feeling
Towards my
Car,
Child,
Cat,
Friend,
Lover,
And so much
More….
Tis a bit confusing
At times.
And yet this is the most
Glorious sensation,
Our great driver, compelling
Towards so much
Greatness.
And beyond.
Honesty’s Power
Honesty’s power
Comes upon the edge of risk
Mysteries laid bare
Morning Colors
Sunlight trickles out
Color gracefully flowing
Each second, newness.
Guides for Love
There are the songs
Step by step guides
Pour amore. Formulaic
Algorithms, hearts,
Just simple functions.
Human hearts don’t
Work that way.
Intense complexities.
Love’s quest often
Maddeningly murky.
Love entails risk
Confessing our
Passion, perhaps
Unreturned. Painfully
Raw moments.
Expectation’s Tyranny
Torture one’s psyche,
Contort our minds beyond
Recognition, seeking a path
Defined by fear’s engorged
Demands
Good Morning
Glorious sunrise
Tranquillity’s brilliant
Spectacle renews.
Misty Motion
Mists flowing through trees
Compelled by wind’s urging.
Rivulets descend the glass
Warping these trees I view.
Refraction’s coloration divine.
Sunlight glitters upon them,
Moments flickering through
Greyness, cloudy murk
Defines my land. White
Farmhouse upon the hill
Calls to me, wondering
Where I’ve journeyed, the
Familiar seeps into my
Bones. Salvation.