Better The Devil You Know

Character is Everything

DADT Done and Dusted

The (US) military’s “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy, one described in 1993 by President Bill Clinton as “an honorable compromise” that eventually destroyed thousands of careers, ended Tuesday at 12:01 a.m., nine months after Congress repealed the law.

Though September 20, 2011 may be remembered as much as a nonevent for the nation’s armed forces as it is a landmark day for equality, an official military memorandum on the end of DADT distributed Monday is striking nonetheless:

“From this day forward, gay and lesbian Soldiers may serve in our Army with the dignity and respect they deserve,” Secretary of the Army John M. McHugh and Army officials wrote. “For over 236 years, the U.S. Army has been an extraordinary force for good in the world. Our Soldiers are the most agile, adaptable and capable warriors in history — and we are ready for this change.”

By Andrew Harmon Advocate Article (click here)

Double Rainbow Tree

Diary of a Tortured Heart

My cat Kushbud

The Other Son

I know what love is, I'm not only their child

I feel some shiver but not from the usual suspect

Shivers underneath me settled, fancy bedding at war with that misery gritty sand pillow scratching my head

Threatening always to sweep away good waves for a drowning

Tsunami like disappointments leaving me washed backwards barefoot

I am great love effortless and I am bound so naturally and offered up

From my hands together drink and be drunk with life

Take all and keep close your own hearty needs

Forget any needs of this weak weed but remain yourself floating caressed by that aromatic breeze

Birthed bathed and sacrificed with that deep cleansing care and concern for some cruel happy opposite over the rainbow

I'm going to hold my breath until someone is honest

I will surely die waiting whilst trying to be better still

With no need of them I am still

Empty yes quite and sad and tired yes and angry still

Men are weakness and marry me quick

I worship justly without any regret

Myself with low regard and such endless bulimic love

Love and scare away and I expect nothing but a purge

Just freedom to start again after the knife

But any man will take it all as I give it all

Leaving this world for some brings long awaited riches

Pain and suffering on the pike for Maisie

Perfect blonde country curls driving around looking for Jack

Place to place searching for peace and comfort and him

Now there is no more pain and loneliness

A vase of flowers holds timely secrets and vibrates until the wilt

Pollination keeps humming crops bright and upright and truthful

Empty and sad left with only traces of a great blooming cross

I can make it to heaven alone like her

Having never ever really needed a guide

Love Comfort and Protection

It's what we all need....