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Location:Texas, USA Naturalized US Citizen of Irish extract -   Fixed Wing and Helo trucker.Interests: "The Absurdity of Man". I am a proud supporter of Blarney, Nonsense, and Hooey. I enjoy being a chopper jockey, and trying to figure the world, people and belief systems out. I'm just not very good at it, so it keeps me real busy. I scribble, blog, run this website, mess with rental houses, ride motorbikes, and read as much as I can. I went solo 44 years ago, and I like to say I'm gonna get me a real job one day. When I grow up. ("but not just yet, Lord, not just yet") For my aviation scribbles see enjoy! I wish you Peace in your Life. May you always walk with the sun on your face, and a breeze ruffling your hair. And may you cherish a quiet wonder for our awesome Universe. Life isn't always good. But it is always fascinating. Never quit.
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To You Servants of Cruelty

To You Servants of Cruelty

Words cannot describe
Our sadness.

What Man has done to Man
This insanity
The best efforts of the feeling scribe
To convey
In any meaningful way
The intensity of grief
The Dreamer feels
When the cruel, heartless thief
What is precious beyond the written word.

The Innocence, the Hope
The feeling
From those little ones, whose eyes
Once shone, brightly
With the rightful expectation

of Love.

Are you men?
Or are you beasts?
Are your minds that weak?
Your eyes that blind?
Your hearts...
That withered?

You lower us all.
You lower the entire Human Family.
Into a dark abyss.
You bring shame on all our heads.

What madness holds your soul,
so firmly,

in its fatal grip?

Last edited by Francis Meyrick on September 26, 2014, 9:45 am
We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
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