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Continue reading →: Pay No Attention To The Man Behind The CurtainNothing is surprising about the man, he being the same as any of his predecessors. One has to understand the ego involved in any individual who believes himself capable of presiding over millions of his fellow human beings. History is dotted with a multitude of such failures, but sadly, these…
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Continue reading →: The Invisible SignHanging in my yard is this invisible sign. Why? Because I can. Our community made it a rule that signs such as political or religious promotions, for-sale signs, etc., were not to be posted on our properties. So, in defiance of the obvious infringement on the right of ownership, it…
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Continue reading →: How Baby Boomers Influence The WorldThe Impact of the War From what I can find, the long-term effects and the impact World War II had on the hearts and ideologies of those born during and after the war were greatly underestimated. Yes, in America, we Baby Boomers are a part of a unique group of…
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Continue reading →: As With AbrahamA silent morning And I’ve never felt so alone I mourn the death of my youth The door to passion closed and locked The rusted key no longer fits Yet if I must, I will Dismantle hinge and plate Or purge the wall itself To find passion once again If,…
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Continue reading →: untitled post 2393Yesterday When I Was Young Damn! That could be a song! (In case you’re not familiar, it is.) Pushing 75, I have to tell you, truthfully, I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I like to go about things the hard way, if you…
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Continue reading →: Catch Is — Catch CanAuthor: Randall Closson (1965-66) I sit and watch confidentlyas I watch the other classmatesfight for the grade. “The next team up,” pukes the teacher,Closson—130 lbs.,Eichenlaub—122 lbs. Great!My best friend.At least I’m not wrestling a stranger. I strut to the tableand remove my glasses. I am led back to the ring.…
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Continue reading →: Where’s Richard?Two boys and a boxcar, a hobo and a pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes, embark on a journey from which only one returns. Teenage torments, a better life, regardless of age, are sought through the soul—a need to find a place to belong. The reckoning be damed, we just deal…
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Continue reading →: To The People of China—and The World…Despite what we are taught, what we are cajoled to believe, and despite what is tortured into us by our progenitors, religions, and our religious and political leaders: We are all made of the same substances. We all live and die in the same fashion, and we ALL came from…
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Continue reading →: Love Songs for DarcyYou were just five or six years old A few days ago… It seems When I sat you on my arm And we danced to love songs And I sang along, to you, And for you. You dance now to your own songs Singing along without me. Your friends and…
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Continue reading →: Their Blissful LivesLearning—A painful process.Hours devotedto books and more.Many long hoursto find my way.Millions of words,written and lost.Learning more,knowing less.Every question posed,another asked.Each becomes a tormenttoo great to ignore. …..Then I began…………..to understand…..why people choose…………..to remain…..happily benighted.To seek…………..the facile,……the simple.To maintaintheir blissful lives.
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Continue reading →: Cold Black Death in the Barents SeaAll I saw was the deep black of the cold North Sea behind me. Nobody gets out of bed expecting to die before day’s end. Well, maybe a few do, but it’s not what we usually expect. That’s the secret of death — its casual cruelty. Like the sugar in your coffee, life…
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Continue reading →: It’s All Perfectly NormalWhile I prayed at sunrise, God said, “Listen to the wind.” “What will it tell me?” I asked. “You won’t know until you listen— until you really listen.” So I did as I was told, oddly enough expecting the voice of God! Within it, instead, was a timbre of suffering…
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Continue reading →: The SplinterIt’s up to me, I guess,to condemn the world.If I don’t—Who will? The battle against who, the devil—The battle against me,Myself! Because there is no push/pullof right and wrongbut for their undeniable existence,When we feel the tension in the hands. You don’t need a ‘holy bookto tell you what lies…
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Continue reading →: A Train Called HistoryLife erupts as untilled soil,with learning eyesthat gather the now,hitched to the car ahead,soon to becomepart of the past. Time—constant and unyieldingon the rails of eternity,a fragile string of livesso finite—minuscule,lost amid an endlesstethered line. Shallow vesselscarried along withno awareness of thosewho came before,or thosewho follow,unwittingly led… Into a pastsoon…
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I’m James
Welcome to Soliloquy. This blog page is for those who see the world around them without delusion. Those who recognize that humanity cannot cure itself, and that religion and politics continue to compound the issues that plague us. Whereas people claim to put faith in God, they turn to men, to religions for answers, and not their Creator. It has become obvious that religion has done nothing for humanity but confound and confuse, incite hatreds, and set all humanity at odds with one another.
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