morning jimmie

The brain shakes the fear out of my clouds
breaking from the sun.

Earlier the wind blows the rain under the eave
where I stand on rocks.

My happiness
smoking a Raleigh plain end
and planning the garden.

The mud of garden puddles into pools
the run off from the gutterspout
must be stopped!

Build the dike
stop.

Gentle noise at back door
my friend awake
radiant
from dreams and delighted amusement
at seeing me in muddy boots.

Rainbow on the street

Love like a sunset

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When the average person thinks of Ares, they do not think of a protective divinity. They think of blood, horror, pain, death – some may think of manliness, courage and furious conviction. But they do not think of a god who can be both blood-stained and clean, who wages wars on the battlefield and in the home—and who will go to any length to safeguard his own.

The first evidence for Ares’ more benign nature is in the Homeric Hymn to Ares. The H.G. Evelyn-White translation, in the public domain, interprets part of the Greek hymn as, ‘Shield-bearer, saviour of cities … Unwearying … O defence of Olympus, father of warlike Victory, ally of Themis … Leader of righteous men … Helper of men … Rather, O blessed one, give you me boldness to abide within the harmless laws of peace.’

In the first place, the fact that Ares is addressed as bearing a shield, as opposed to sword or spear (he is called ‘mighty with the spear’ not long after – but mighty with, as opposed to spear-bearing or spear-using) suggests that he is primarily a god of defence, and then of offence. He is named father of Nike, goddess of victory—who is often portrayed in a very positive light, despite her associations with war and death—and the ally of Themis, goddess of divine law and order. Themis is the god who first instructed man in the primal laws, such as morality, justice and hospitality; and she is also a ‘positive’ goddess. Ares is also called ‘saviour of cities’, rather than, as one would assume, sacker of cities. Thus he and Athene’s domains overlap—she is the goddess of wisdom and strategy, and he is the god of fierce, hand-to-hand combat; but only as a means to an ultimately defensive end.

Several Classic sources (namely Suidas, Seneca, Pausanias and Apollodorus) make direct reference to the Areopagas (the Hill or Rock of Ares), the place where Ares was tried after the murder of Poseidon’s son, Halirrhothios. Halirrhothios had previously ‘deflowered Alkippe daughter of Ares’ (Pausanias, Guide to Greece) and so, in furious revenge, ‘[Ares] killed the ravisher.’ Poseidon called for justice over his son’s death, and Ares was formally tried at a law court held at Areopagas by his fellow gods. He was, however, acquitted of the charge. The gods wouldn’t have been fooled by tears or rages or sweet lies – thus they must have found in Ares’ favour simply because he had done nothing “wrong” in their eyes. One could argue that he undoubtedly behaved in a very rash manner, and this is true; he did not leave it to the other gods to decide Halirrhothios’ fate, but rather he took it in his own hands and ended the matter as quickly and as harshly as the situation demanded.

He, then, could be aptly called a god of action; and passionate, blood-pounding action in particular. That action could be lifting a shield in defence, or a spear or (in this modern day) a gun in attack or defence. The action could be defending your city, or it could be taking vengeance for your daughter’s rape. That is what Ares is; that is who Ares is.

People might forget that, and choose instead to call him simply the god of bloodlust and/or war, but he is Olympian – his influence stretches as far as that of any of his fellow theoi. He is not a god who needs to be liked; he does not preen and smile, and he does not respond to empty promises and flattering lies. He challenges: with his weapons, his myths, his bloodied smiles and his fierce words. Get up and fight for what you believe, and do it in his name, for that is the worship he desires; not the slaughter of innocents, and not the rape or torture of a child: for he does not stain his spear with innocent blood.

He strikes with fury, but measured fury; he lashes out and draws blood in his followers, but enough only to make them appreciate their human bodies more. He is not cruel, or spiteful, or constantly warmongering. He just is.

Joshua David Stein writes is Details Magazine about the “lesbro”, which he describes as “straight guys who like, but don’t like like, lesbians.” These inverted “fag hags” are popping up everywhere these days, especially since that bitch Katie perry wrote her lesbian anthem.

After painstaking research, Stein comes up with the reasons that dudes shift from hanging out with their guy friends to hanging out with lesbians.

1) The guy has a chance to talk with someone in a testosterone free zone. He knows the lesbian won’t bang him, so sex is completely off the table, making hanging out more rewarding?
2) The guy and his lesbian friend can admire chicks together.
3) The dude’s wife won’t get mad.
4) Lesbian’s are cool accessories to walk around town with because people will think you are super hip and love the gays.

Call me a cave man, but I don’t really buy this theory. I’m willing to bet that most of these “lesbros” would bang their lesbian friends – even if they’re the most butch looking lesbos ever! If you put Lindsay Lohan’s man of a girlfriend, Samantha Ronson, in front of me, and she said “bang me” or “watch me fuck Lohan and join in” do you think I’ll say no? I don’t care if she looks like the alter boys at my church – I’d still hit that shit.

To read Joshua David Stein’s article “Straight Men And their Lesbian Best Friends” in Details, click here.

Photo I thought would be cool that
I took by sticking my camera just above
the water’s surface and hoping for a clean shot.
Location: Between Grifton & Ayden, NC. Ditch near my house…
Settings: f/22…I never remember shutter speed,
I’ll start recording them from now on…
Description:
Eh, I’m kind of indifferent to this one.
Was out taking photos around the area I live, a
very wooded area…in the country in the middle
of nowhere. But it’s peaceful. Wasn’t really trying to
say anything with this particular shot, just thought it
would be a neat view, a neat shot, just something done
for fun. I thought about getting rid of the stray piece
of grass in the top left of the picture in GIMP, but ultimately decided
against it. I guess because I want it to be natural and
it kind of adds to the fact that it’s wilderness. Plus
I like the way to sides of the ditch makes it look…
I don’t know :/ But it’s fucking cool brah.

A seagull rested on a dike, tired of searching for fish to eat. The seagull saw the crack in the dike and asked.

“Why don’t you request God to relocate you to other seashore. Waves here are so strong I’ve been here for a long time but no dikes can stand the strength of these waves.”

“How I wish God to place me to serene shores. But I am made for this place, I am the only dike that protects the whole village, I need to be strong.” The dike replied

“I can’t imagine how these strong waves brought you to agony each time they whipped your surface.”   

“Every whipped is agony but I can’t asked them to stop whipping, it is their nature and I am a dike my duty is to protect the village and that is my fate.”

The seagull remain silent.

“Time might come that I might be useless but as long I can stand in front of these waves I will protect the village.”

The seagull can’t believe what he had heard, it is the first time he heard of such wonderful words.