"Not a Sound from the Pavement ... I Remember the Time I knew What Happiness Was"

Memories get buried
Sometimes with us... sometimes before we die. 
Loss of moments,
Loss of lifetimes,
Love, joy, and sadness;
Faces, names, words, and music.
Losing the Self into a void,
Losing loved ones into a chasm;
Darkness and greys dulling colours and light.
Childhood superseding the Adult,
Today shrouded by long ago;
Stolen moments, stolen hours, stolen years.
Fearing the loss of memory, of Identity; more than life itself.
Age is a thief...
Personality, strength, concentration, height, vision, hearing, appetite, taste, and sleep...
but worse is loss that is not due to age;
The premature loss of essence, individuality, ego, soul
The deprivation and decay of Memory.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak   
© 27 August 2014

"What is it Good For... Absolutely Nothing"

We have multiple generations of people with broken bodies, minds, and spirits.
Governments have caused these injuries through unending wars that mostly benefited no one, other than lining the deep pockets of sundry "Daddy Warbucks"; it is up to those same governments to repair the damage with as little stress to the victims as possible.

No veteran should have to do without:
Without food
Without housing
Without healthcare
Without services in return for their service.

No people or countries destroyed by self-serving government actions should be left with the clean up of Governments' broken toys. If the Governments broke the infrastructure, destroyed the crops, the economies, the innocent citizens of that desolation should be given the funds and tools to repair their lives.
Clean it up, repair what you can, and get the hell out.

That doesn't mean that we perpetuate the original destruction by continual occupation, nor does it mean that we make reparations to the guilty. When the aftermath of war is a Treaty of Versailles style boots to the teeth, then repercussions will always follow.

We never learn our lessons... War breeds:
War, Famine, Plague, Death, Fear, Hate, and Chaos.

Ronda Scott-Marak 
© 22 August 2014

"Every Day I Have The Blues"

I do not feel anxious
     I'm just melancholy
I am not depressed
     I'm just discontent
Not out of my depth
     Just in the wrong current
 
My path is uncertain
     My dreams on hiatus
Not sadness I'm feeling
     Just feeling worn down
My slope isn't slipp'ry
     I'm sure of my footing
   
With no looking forward
     My life turned around
My heart isn't heavy
     not hopeful or hopeless
I'm just travelling backwards
     and bruised blue with regret


Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 3 August 2014