My thoughts -

[CWR (Fan of Culture)]

A few years back, I decided I had to end my life as a uneducated ignorant man. I placed education on the top of my list, something that I never did in my life. I noticed I was a dumb-ass country boy with everyone around me wise and far more educated. I was left out of many things and was laughed at more often then I liked. My Wife is a genius my sons Genius! I had to keep up or be left behind… I had volumes to say but was unable to do so, because I thought being educated was in a sense weakness.

After a few years I began to be able to communicate my thoughts in writing, with more skill then I ever had. It improved my creative thinking and my visual creation. A Plus Plus in my book. My thoughts on Equal rights, on Education on Pride and above all else FREEDOM began to come into focus.

I have been asking Doc Harrison to be my muse and help me with my direction, he felt that I should bring my writings to you "The Giant Killers" for what reason I'm unsure. So from time to time I will post my thoughts here. Each post is a copy of a letter I have sent to different people around the Country. I don't put my full name in the letters and ask for nothing in return. My only wish is to give another prospective and some "food for thought."

I hope you enjoy my thoughts and take something away with you, I ask if you need to comment please do so in my main comment page. I will be able to better address you there- rather then trying to figure out were my posts end and your begin.

Peace

CWR

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The most beautiful point in time is the calm between chaos and destruction. It defines ones life. From conception to natures digestion, we, bound in a wonder.

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Off ,into the world of wild winter wonders. The subdued surface seducing my senses. The falling flakes of frozen fluid. The mesmerizing moments of mother nature. I go.

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Winter 2010.


Majesty O’ Misery, your full attention is upon this land.

All living is dead cold, blackened by the blistering swath of your death dealing hand.

I cannot pass on the allure, to walk in your fury, to stand in the divesting strength, me bundled in you~

Misery.

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The sounds of snow flakes colliding.
The ping-snap of the distant American flag flapping.
This is winters musical meter.

Seconds before, a path was seen, now to be lost, drift under.

The undisturbed surface.
Not marked by predators nor prey.
Few fancy the sharp whip of the driven wind.

To be the fool to brave the night, loss of compass ,wondering blindly far from where you've been.

These are the tricks of the winter wonder land.

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I whistle my song as I go along; I am most content with its company.
My tune carries true, when heard either by the masses or not by any.
I do not believe it matters that few hear the notes; I whistle because I have the ability.
It is my friendship that my whistle keeps, so, it' s intent is not always for the many.

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Crystal clear delight, whirls up over the obscured fortnight. A novel day of grand vision, bright blue hues bagging your emotional transition.

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My brother had a Massive Stroke this week, his condition is as good as it can be. However I've learned a lot about this man, not from the people that flocked to the side of his bed , nor by the calls of concern I received. I learned that my brother is a generous , caring and loving person, just by the keys on his ring. Tens of keys to tens of locks, none fitting his always unlocked doors. Keys , entrusted to him alone, keys that kept many things safe and sound, protected from those that have ill intent. Keys to dreams and keys of support ,little tin ones and thick heavy brass. I learned a lot flipping through those keys; My brother touched many hearts.

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The knight in shiny armor, lays sleepless, filled with regret.

After the battle is decided , after the celebrations run delighted.

Then is where the noble man puts his decisions to weight.

What if his guiding hand had not been part of this history, for some are better off without their new found misery.

The ghosts of ghosts fill his night, all those honorable deeds coming back to fight.

Yet if his hand is needed ,this day, he would not turn his back and simply walk away.

A lonely place for he, sad, not full of pride, with his demons a natural leader must lie

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Why, When one human being strikes another, with deadly force, few come to be witness fewer hold court?
An Honorable mention .
Let a man fail to Mother natures majesty , then the world cries, calling it a indignity .
A Pure Tragedy!
With one swipe of the natural thumb, in a blink of an eye a people gone.
Horrible!
One death a day for a life time, over some awful human crime!
Unmemorable?

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“Change by other means.”

I love people, I love change, and as I mix these two important ingredients together I hear the most amazing stories. I headed to the local nation of Wal-Mart to stock my cold room for the winter and ran face first into a woman that changed history. As I stood waiting for the wife searching for fabric to make her famous bag keepers, I noticed an older lady short in height, gray in hair, gentle in nature. I watched her and listened to her talk about when she first was married and had to cook on a wood fire then life progressed and she cooked on gas then electric. Now she’s back to cooking on wood. I got in on the conversation and we talked about cooking with flat pans this lead into life’s general niceties until we ended up talking about her employment with a local coal mine.

Why I called this letter “change by other means “is because change happens whether you want or need it to. Our nation was foundered on change, and everyday we strive to change what is not beneficial to the masses, well at least we try. One of the strongest movements that want change is that fight of the female sex. Growing up I was programmed to believe that woman were the weaker sex, and without a strong man they would be selling themselves on the street. Well that was my thoughts then, I know better now. I see women in a new light. Woman, they are amazing, and the world would end without them. lets face it, two guys can’t make babies, they can practice all they like, but can’t make that human. As hard as I try other then sexual organs I don’t know of a single difference between woman and men.

Women have fought for this weird thing called equality, like they need permission to have it. What is even stranger are those that do not fight at all, they are happy being a servant of another. History gives you the stories of those that put up a fight to change the thinking of those that oppress them. History will show you those that stood on the mountain top demanding respect. What history hides are those that changed history, not for reward, not for power, not for status, but for necessity

As I’m listening to this woman talk about her days in the mines I realize that she was a trail blazer, a silent promoter for the cause and she didn‘t even know it. She said she was a bolt cutter and some sort of counter in the mines. I may be wrong about her under ground job, but what she did as an employee was unimportant. I listened as this tiny woman tells me about her days fighting off male workers, earning respect as a worker in the depths of our earth. She told me that three women entered that mine and three women stayed there, 10 years they worked there over harassment and treat. They worked there not to make a statement they worked there not to be noticed, they worked there because they had to.

G.D. lore (I hope I get the spelling correct), that’s her name. A local Fayette County girl, a coal miner and a figure in silent history. She, by working in that mine opened doors, showing the world she had no time for their issues. She had to feed her children, buy health insurance. She didn’t understand she was a special someone. Even though she didn’t stand up and ask for respect, she made them give it to her. She worked for a pay check, not to prove a point. She didn’t care that it was the mob days ,she didn’t care if it was a “mans world” she needed to do what she needed to do even if no one else wanted her to do it.. Our world is a better place for it; our world is a better place because of G.D. lore.

Lately, over the last ten years the lines are becoming blurred between men and women in the work force. What you have in your pants is slowly slipping out of the standards. We had a great chance for a woman to be president; we have a man of color at that door now. We have woman as leaders with as much respect as any man can get. We have single moms providing for their children, earning a living without a male figure to guide them along the path. We’ve had great bounds in respect for the sexes, the races, and personal beliefs, almost, almost we have quality. Without those that just did it, not wanting for fame, not asking for permission, we may not be in the great place we are today.

So the next time you feel like you are being held back or under appreciated, think of G.D. Lore as she worked in that dark hole fighting sexism and coal dust, she helped you make it to the place you are today. She held open that door to better things. Without those that fight the passive fight we would be lost. Take this letter as inspiration, and a word to the wise, you don’t have to put up a fight for your rights, you already have them, like Nike says Just do it & ” Change by other means.”

Sincerely

CWR