To Trump~

Climate Change is real.  Climate is dire.

America isolated = America last.

You have taken the country I love and made it a pariah on the world stage in a mere 4 month’s time.

Saying I hate you is a weak statement.  As weak as you.

So I will say:

I LITERALLY hate you!

(Much stronger)

As America will be without you.

 

 

 

An Amazing Urban Landscape ~ “New York as Utopia/Dystopia”

“New York as Utopia/Dystopia” – Torin Rozzelle Photography- 2016

This landscape takes me away – and I appreciate the title.  It can be realized as a utopia or a dystopia.

It always brings to me a sense of awe – something magical with kindness and cooperation – a benevolent kingdom. Hope lives there.

Had I seen it after the inauguration…..well………..one can easily see where the dystopia may come in.

What do you see?

 

Tuesday’s Tune~ “Take Me To Church” ~ Hozier

My lover’s got humour
She’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
‘We were born sick,’ you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me ‘worship in the bedroom’
The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

If I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That’s a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We’ve a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Amen. Amen. Amen

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Songwriters
BYRNE, ANDREW HOZIER

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