Citizen Poet Patriot

Rewrite Rhett capter one...thanks Madina! 07, 2005

2005-12-07T08:23:00.000-08:00

The cotton looked flung and scattered, a millennium of trashy discarded powder puffs, clinging to woody stalks and weedy edges of the late October fields. A variegated blanket of dirty white, rotten green, and rusty brown lay in folds across rolling hills, between emerald green piney woods, covering the rich, red Georgia earth -- as if to keep it warm.
In the pre-dawn darkness, unseasonably cold and vicious air crept in from the north and west. A Heavy dew and dampness of the night turned into hoarfrost covering the fields of cotton. The brown grass of the yard and all the roofs of little houses, barns and out buildings on the plantation glistened. A warm and bright sun was rising in a vividly blue and clear sky. The frost was beginning to melt, and diamond dewdrops were sparkling in sunlight, shimmering on a multitude of spider webs in the cotton fields.
It was the proverbial,
“Frosty Dixie Morn”.

Rhett Butler stood alone on the veranda of the big house at Tara -- staring across the cotton fields. He was in a foul mood. He took the butt of a hand-rolled Cuban cigar out of his mouth, contemplated the rancid damp end he was unconsciously chewing, and threw the offensive thing into the grass.
“Damned bitter cigar!”
As he continued to gaze across the cotton fields, he continued to curse.
“Dammed cotton! Damn this farm! Damn that Scar…”
Rhett’s damming was interrupted by a familiar voice. A voice heavy with accent and gentle sarcasm,
“Why Captain Butler, how you do carry on! Is everything and everybody in Georgia, to be damned this fine October morning?”
The voice sounded so real, and close, that he was somewhat startled. However, he did not look around because the person of that voice was dead, and he did not believe in ghosts or spirits of any kind. Rhett Butler did not, and would not, believe in anything that he could not see, touch, taste or smell. Nevertheless, ironically, the sound of that voice had a soothing effect on his spirit. He leaned against a marbled column as bittersweet memories began to vie for his conscience attention. He quickly suppressed those thoughts,
“Damned the past.”
However, his sarcastic pirate’s grin wrinkled the corner of his mouth and his dark eyes sparkled. At fifty years of age, most women agreed, he was still a handsome and viral man. Those scars and lines that showed gave him a rugged, substantial look. Those scars unseen gave his eyes that worldly look of confidence most women find comforting -- even if they do not want to admit it.
He responded to that ghostly voice from the past with his own gentle sarcasm, saying aloud,
“Well, my dear Miss Melanie, some things just need to be dammed.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a fresh Cuban. He ceremoniously cut and lit the aromatic tobacco. Taking a long drag, he enjoyed the warm smoke, before exhaling a large vaporous cloud into the cold morning air. Once again, he contemplated the cotton, trying to forget the most persistent ghosts of his past.
“What is over and done, is over and done, period, end of story.”
That was Rhett’s motto. Many times mottos, easy to say, are difficult to keep.

A stranger standing there could not see the things a native easily sees in the cotton -- blood, sweat, and tears. No stranger could see the love and hate, hope and despair of countless generations of people, The ghosts of men and women, black and white and creamy (all shades of color) high born, lowborn, and out born, Men and women, cads and harlots, bimbos and bastards, strong and weak, ignorant and proud – at times, blessedly stupid, Rich and poor masters and slaves, demigods and dirt-me -- and very human soul who ever made a living off king cotton.
No stranger can even imagine or begin to understand what a native knows in his guts and keeps in the very cracks of his bones, cotton is a little less than God is -- but higher than angels.
There is nothing in this world like cotton -- never will be. Cotton builds empires, and destroys them. Cotton is warmth, love, and the soft easy laughter of well-fed and educated people. Cotton is cold bitter disparity, embedded hatred, mournful groans of hunger and the wailings of unrighteousness and cruel ignorance. Cotton is wealth and prestigious life, poverty and deplorable death.
Cotton built the south, destroyed the south, and built it again. Generations of people (all kinds of people) live, love, hate and die, they come and they go but the cotton remains. Wool is rough, flax is trashy, and cotton is king.

“Cotton and arrogance.”
Rhett grumbled,
“All we ever had - all we still have. If it was up to me, I would burn the fields. Better than selling at a loss.
Edison invented the light bulb a year ago, illuminated the country, and the world, while the south is still the economic bastard of civilization.
Damn Yankees are always inventing something.” He chuckled and grinned cynically,
“Then they convince us all that we can not live without their new and wondrous contrivance. They sure know how to make money – and punish the South.”
Rhett was not worried about money. He was just as rich as the richest Hampton ever was. However, Tara’s acres of cotton were a glorious white waste, and it sickened him.
“If Scarlett was in her right mind, I could convince her to grow some good tobacco. That would be smart.”
Unfortunately, Scarlett was not, had not been for months - in her right mind.
Will Benteen was doing his best to run the plantation. A one-horse farmer, a cracker from Florida before the war, Will confided in Rhett,
“Forty acres an a mule - mor’ nuff for any cracker.”
Rhett grinned knowingly,
“That’s right. But, you married up in the world, my good man, and that means more responsibility.”
Will did not resent the truth. He smiled easily and looked him straight in the eye,
“Ya no I’d just a soon be poor.”
Rhett studied his weather worn, honest face. There was not a hint of hypocrisy in those washed out grey eyes. He sighed and chuckled,
“I know -- but -- Scarlett O’Hara will not allow anyone, kin to her, to be poor. You did marry her favorite sister.”
His sarcastic grin broadened at that comment -- they both laughed. Suellen and Scarlett fought like cats.
In both appearance and personality, Rhett and Will were as different as night and day. However, their brutal honesty was the same. Many resented that trait in Rhett but easily accepted it in Will – actually seeking his advice. Very few people had the courage to ask Rhett for anything. He had a way of nicely cutting the crap and exposing the truth – unpleasant for the average person.

No stranger standing there could see any of what Rhett saw in the cotton fields, no indeed. He did not really think about it. Did not have to think about it, all of that (and things unexplainable) were in his blood, his guts, and in the very marrow of his bones. In very fiber of his being, Rhett Butler was a true southerner.
Every true Southerner knows Cotton and the South are spiritually, physically (and in the Southern mind) mentally joined forever. God brought cotton and the South together - and no man can ever put them asunder. From springtime to harvest, from season to season, until the end of time, cotton and the good earth, and the people upon it – will remain.

Rhett heard a soft step behind him on the veranda and he smelled Scarlett’s favorite perfume. He turned around with his most charming smile - A smile that melted the hearts of weaker women. He found himself looking into cold, determined, emerald green eyes. Beautiful eyes -- starring him down over the barrel of a 45-caliber Colt pistol -- his very own pistol. He continued to smile, as his guts were churning and his mind was racing. He was in very real danger. The pistol was loaded, he knew because he had just cleaned and checked it earlier that morning, and he had locked it away, or he thought he had. He slipped his had into his pocket. His keys were gone.
When he placed his hand in his pocket, she responded by cocking the pistol and speaking in a calm icy voice,
“What ever you do sir, do not take your hand out of your pocket, unless you are ready to die.”

She as not three short steps away, just out of his reach. However, even out to twenty paces, she was a dammed good shot with a pistol. He knew that very well. Inwardly, Rhett was cursing himself for being a careless fool, but he kept smiling and spoke to her in his most reassuring and charming way,
“My dear Mrs. Butler, you would not want to shoot an innocent man.”

A she held her aim dead on his heart, she replied,
“I have never in my life met an innocent man. I know men, most all are the same, needing, demanding, groping. But you Yankees have a smell about you. A smell I don’t care for, like hate, and fear, and death.”

Her nostrils flared as she spoke, as if she could smell him as well as she could see him. Her eyes never blinked, and her hand remained steady as she held the pistol aimed at his chest,
“I love the smell of a man, one who comes up out of the field with the honest dirt and sweat of life and work upon him. I love the smell of a man, tobacco, leather and perhaps a little bourbon mingled with the lusty essence of a man. (She paused, remembering - then continued with venom) I love the smell of a man, but I cannot stand the stench of a chicken stealing Yankee. You Yankees have been here before. There is nothing left to steal, so just keep your hand in your pocket, turn around and march down those steps and off this place – NOW!
Rhett made one of the biggest mistakes of his life. He reached out with his free hand and spoke to her kindly and calmly with what he hoped sounded like reassuring authority,

“Scarlett, darling -- let’s just have that gu…”

The loud crack of the pistol firing interrupted him. The bullet chipped a piece of marbled facade from the column that he was standing near and the sharp edge of the fragmented stone whacked Rhett on the side of the neck just behind and bellow his right ear leaving a nasty gash that begin to bleed immediately. He grabbed the wound with his free hand and cursed aloud. The spent shell ricocheted off the column and whined across the front yard toward the cotton field, and the jagged, bloody chunk of facade fell at Rhett’s feet. He did not take his other hand out of his pocket and he remained silent as he eyed his crazy wife,
“She is worse than her Father ever was. His insanity made him passive, rather harmless. This woman is completely unpredictable and obviously dangerous. But what a woman she is.”
He new very well, that she could have killed or maimed him for life. She hit exactly where she aimed. Even in her state of insane hatred, she had chosen to fire a warning. Close enough to do damage; much more damage than he knew at the time as a sharp one-inch sliver of the stone had pierced the right side of his throat just blow his jawbone. The point of that projectile was lodged in an arterial vein. He was very much in danger of bleeding to death.
Scarlett repeated her demand.
“Perhaps you did not hear me. I told you to leave. I suggest you do so quickly.”
Rhett backed slowly across the porch, keeping his eyes on her grim face, that look he had seen before – murderous.
She never wavered but held the pistol dead on his heart, inching forward as he moved backwards. When he reached the top of the steps, he reached down slowly, griped the wrought iron railing with his bloody hand, and began to back down. Removing his hand from the side of his neck released the pressure he was unconsciously applying to that sliver of stone stuck in his flesh, pricking that vein, and he began to bleed profusely. He was beginning to be lightheaded, he was loosing a lot of blood and he could feel the hot stickiness down the side of his neck. He was fighting to stay up.
When he reached the bottom, she was at the top, staring him down with those cool green eyes, the pistol still on target.
Her hair was dark and flowing with only the slightest hint of gray around her temples.
She wore a dark green velvet housecoat with ermine collar; he had bought for her in New York - because she had liked it so much. He remembered how she had looked then, when she wrapped it around herself laughing like a schoolgirl, telling him how much she loved him, that he spent too much money on her -- but she did need it to keep her warm in those cold Yankee hotels that he insisted on staying in.
He could not recall her ever looking more beautiful than she did now, standing there with his own pistol pointed at him. He saw her bare feet and he wondered if she was naked under the housecoat. The cold morning air did not make her shake at all.
A commotion of hurrying people poured out of the house, but Scarlett did not seem to notice. She was focused, and very determined.
Will Benteen was the first to arrive, limping rather quickly on his peg leg through the open
front door. He crossed the porch thumping and exclaiming in his south-cracker twang,
“What’en tar-nation ya’ll shoot’en at Miss Scarlett?”
When he got to the edge of the porch and saw the bleeding Rhett Butler, he froze and stared - speechless.
Suellen arrived next. When she saw the blood she drew a gasping breath, and true to her nature, she let out a scream that surely would wake everyone within a mile, who had not heard the pistol shot.
The scream brought Scarlett around to the real world. She looked with disdain at Suellen, who was white faced with horror - staring stupidly at the revolver in Scarlett’s hand. Scarlett looked at the pistol -- trying to remember. Why did she have it in her hand? She looked at Will who was looking at her with a mixture of pity, disbelief and concern in his washed out gray eyes. Pity would have normally angered Scarlett. She seemed confused -- then a look of remembrance came upon her face as she
looked unflinchingly into Will’s eyes and said, rather calmly,
“I’ve done committed murder…”

Logos Perpetualis Propagatus

2005-10-02T10:19:00.000-07:00

I have sailed down the face of the eternal tide to the river Styx. I have sacrificed the blood of goats and bullocks to the insatiable prophetic ghosts. They have shown me everything... from before the beginning to beyond the ending. We were once a race of gods... children of the great creator... the great I AM. But now we are cursed with that which is called SIN... everything that is not Faith. Now we are blind and def and dumb, with stammering lips and weakened minds, we can not recall that which is still eternal. Logos Perpetualis Propagatus. What we now see is mostly illusion... What we can not see is reality... The human odyssey is eternal... Life and Death are states of existence... each and every individual human being has the God given right to choose Life or Death... We who have chosen Life, will forever face the perils therein... Ithaca is a realm beyond the portals of heaven. Even though the lesser, and demonic gods contend... Sail on my friend... sail on my friend.

Stephen.

X- File Review

2005-09-21T09:12:00.000-07:00

X-File Review
I have never cheated on, or jilted, a lover. That is a fact - no matter what they say! I want it this way. If the commitment (I always require one, either verbal or written, and binding) is broken, My conscience requires that I remain guiltless. So far I have been successful. You can trust me, I would not lie about something that important to myself.
Another thing...my conscience is clear as to the number of lovers (one at a time) in my life - A couple more than Abraham and nine hundred and ninety something less than Salomon - is not scandalous at all to the majority of reasonable people. Those who have had less are probably jealous and those who have had more probably sneer at my romantic ineptitude.
All of this I know is not conducive to the advancement of my political career - which is at the moment grounded. This reminds me: I am not now, nor do I plan in the near future, to seek any political office including the Governorship of South Carolina. This is my official statement of with drawl from all races politic. I reserve the right to change my mind at a latter date than today and promise I will not do so tomorrow.
Now back to what I was saying about X's.
Whenever I am dumped by a lover as I always am - Incidental, old lovers like me are a lot like bath water...always thrown out with or without the baby - but as I was saying, when I am dumped, I go through several weeks (sometimes months) of bitter-sweet denial refusing to accepted the loss of love in my life. I actually believe this is healthy, a time of healing and gradual release of intimate awareness of the X.
I do not stalk, or otherwise harass, my X's but I do continue to write about them and use them for inspiration in my attempts to express human emotions - hopefully in an artistic way. I hope they have all forgiven me for this and they can find comfort in the fact that eventually I will find a new subject for inspiration and contemplation.
Here is an example of what I am trying to communicate; a quick little poem. those who always jilt will mostly find it sappy, those who are always jilted are for more likely to appreciate the sentiment. All of you people know in which camp you lie! (lay).

(see next entry "Only One Kiss")

Only One Kiss

2005-07-15T16:35:00.000-07:00

Only one kiss to thrill me...
Only one kiss to bind me...
Only one kiss to fill me...
And in the darkness find me...

Only one kiss to love me...
Only one kiss to need me...
Only one kiss to touch me...
And in my hunger feed me...

Only one kiss Eliza...
Only one kiss to feel me...
Only one kiss amore'...
And in the silence kill me...

Stephen.

The Angel And The Highwayman

2005-07-15T16:10:00.000-07:00

I am a highwayman... I am a peregrine...
And the soul of every sailor...
Whoever went to sea....

You are a lady... who needed a lover...
And this is why... El Papa...
Brought you to me...

I am a traveler... I am a wonderer...
One messenger of words...
Just earthly dust...

You are an angel... fallen from heaven...
With broken wings...
And mortal lust...

I am your brother... son of your Father...
A warrior poet...
Protector of the ring...

You are my sister... child of my Mother...
Passion are the waves of your fire...
De profundis... I sing...

Stephen.

Letter to Madena

2005-07-15T15:44:00.000-07:00

My dearest Madena,
Thank you again for your in-sites and for taking time
to respond to my queries...
You are a good pal....
My father suffered a sever hart attack. His main
arterial vain collapsed on him while he was running a
weed-eater on his farm....he is 74....always been a
very strong man....but now....(thank God he
survived)....he must make many changes....that he will
not want to make....
Mom is 73.....but she is in good enough health to take
care of him so far....I have five younger sisters, and
one older, who are there to help also....in fact they
made it a point for me to know that they are in charge
of everything.....which is fine with me.....but I know
that this will wreck havoc on the Old Man's male
ego.....he believes, as do I....that men are not
supposed to show weakness of any kind publiclly or to
the family...especially to the women....it actually
scares the women (most of them) and makes them feel
quite uneasy. This is actually in the human Q
code....the quintessential source of all
humanity...the words that we....and all
existence....were created by...that original
mathematical, sequential, poetic and beautiful
language is still there...in the very core of our
human souls (mentally, physically, and spiritually)
the problem is....we only use a very small part....95%
is dormant..we truly have degenerated from our
original state of being....any one (Darwinist,
atheist, evolutionist, humanist...etc...etc...etc) who
does not recognize the truth of existence by master
design..IS NUTS!.....
sorry about that tangent of thought....guess I had to
get it off my chest!
Honey, I am not afraid of mortality.....or anything...
at this age....but I do repectfully fear
immortality...."what dreams may come to plague us
beyond this mortal coil"...(incidentally, how did
Shakespeare know, seven centuries ago, that humanity
was nothing but a mortal coil - DNA?)...I truly
believe that physical demise is a temporal state of
being....just as physical life is....AND here is the
rub.....nothing is lost....everything, all matter,
energy, space and time....will be
regenerated...at...and upon... the appointed time...
when time will no longer exist... all things being
eternal.....even my X-wives...imagine that.....
Actually I am kidding...I truly love all three of them
to death...Desiring for them the greater good....just
can't stand their company for very long at all....much
less for eternity..
I have herd it said that eternity is huge....but I
wonder what that would mean where time and distance
and divisions of separation are meaningless.....
Even Christ mentioned this in his last formal teaching
prayer....just after the obsrevance of the final,
eternal, Passover dinner...He prayed..."Keep these who
you have given me... one with me... as I am one with
you...Father!"...This is a phenomenal statement that
most people...esp. religious people...do not
understand at all...
anyway...I'll stop this rambling
I have given Eliza a ring....one that she picked out.
It is not the most expensive ring of its type....but
it is unique....white and yellow gold....very nicely
designed with a diamond cluster....
I told her that if she wanted an engagement ring, a
solitaire was more traditional...
She said, "This one I like... valinte amor ers tu...
(roughly translated - you, my very fine lover) but...
as to marriage.... I do not say yes... or no....but
only...wait and see."
She will be back in Honduras next week....and I will
be in Missouri visiting my Father.....and neither of
us know when we will get back to South Carolina.....
In fact...I have the gut feeling that if I seriously
pursue this...(her)...I must go to Honduras....which I
was planning to do anyway...it is a naturally
beautiful country...though politically, a mess...which
is why we began to communicate in the first
place.....she was teaching me Spanol...and I was (am
still) a serious student of her language and
culture....this affair decor...just seemed to happen
by natural design...
my Irish friend Pattie, who I still do not sleep with,
says - in her normal cynical way - "its a damn set-
up!"
She could be right.....BUT.....so what?....there is
always Rio!
And my Latino instructor has taught me very well
indeed!

Have you read my children's stories on line? I would
be flattered if you liked them well enough to read
them to those little minds of mush you a voluntarily
trying to gel into comprehension...
I am proud of you for this work you are doing.....it
is important....wish I could join you sometime.
If you check out the books for cabbages...
http://www.sunshinedixieland.com/Booksforcabbages.html
You may also want to check out Eliza's latest...
http://www.sunshinedixieland.com/eliza.html she is a
gifted natural poet in her own language...although she
struggles with English (so do I... as you know) and
she writes with a sensual honesty that I believe to be
important to the literature of the Americas in this
new century....
Your criticism would be welcomed...as a friend...as I
am her publisher...for now.
OK. that's about it for now.....
Hope you are doing well...and please send me something
good to read.....that you have sweat-ed, pro-fained,
and worked over.....
just kidding....send as little...or as much as you
can...however you came by it.
Always Yours,
Stephen

Don Quixote de la Bryceville Florida tonto loco gringo!

2005-07-14T08:20:00.000-07:00

Olga Eliza Matamoros Hampton,
On Saturday the sixteenth of July 2005 at 10:45 AM this will have been your name for one hundred and sixty-eight hours. Seven Days.
I know you believe you have married a Don Quixote de la Bryceville Florida tonto loco gringo!
Maybe you are right. BUT, I still want seven times seventy to the power of seven - days with you mi amor!!!! Which is a very long time - and a perfect number. This I pray to El Papa. I know he will hear and answer this prayer. How will he answer????
By His will alone; of this I have faith.
Your lover, friend, husband,
Stephen Wayne Hampton Sr.

Eliza mi amor,
God brought us together....of this I am sure....for how long? I do not know.... but I want forever....
If you are pleased to stay with me...and be my wife.... I will stay with you....and be your husband.... the best that I can be....if you must leave...I will let you go....but I will never stop loving you...and I will always be waiting for your return....and love you as if you had never gone....
I talked to El Papa about this when I first fell in love with you.... I made this commitment to Him....before we ever made love....(passionate amor most precious)....I told God that I will love you...Eliza....the way His Word says to love you....without exception....without condition....
This may be via dolorosa for me....But it does not matter....I have already made this oath...and I will be faithful in this until death.
But this oath that I have made does not in any way bind you....You, my love, in your heart, and your soul, and your mind must answer only to God for the promise that you have made....You are a free moral agent, and the seed of Adam..and of Eve..and the seed of the promise..Which is Joshua Christie..You have the Grace of God...and the love of your husband....in all things....always.
Stephen

Advice and Consent...

2005-07-06T06:37:00.000-07:00

All I need from friends and family

Thank you Grace....I needed to be reminded....This is the advice of my Grandfather and my Father's generation....I believe it still works just as good today!

Hope you are well....

Elisa and I are going to Knoxville Tennessee....to get married this week end....say a prayer for us....
Will spend some time in Florida....Then we will live in Summerville SC. Will live with Eliza's Daughter and Son-in-law... Marcia and Ben...untill we find the right place for us... and our horses...and our dogs.

I am very happy...Eliza is an exceptional woman and I will do all I can to be a good husband...by the Grace of God... we will live in faith, hope, and love.

Take care...God bless you and yours...If y'all or ever in South Carolina, come and see us!

Stephen.

> ----- Original Message -----
> From: Diane Burn
> Sent: Tuesday, July 05, 2005 8:26 PM
> Subject: FW: An Old Farmer's Advice

An Old Farmer's Advice:

* Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and
bull-strong.

* Keep skunks, bankers and lawyers at a distance.

* Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.

* A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John
Deere tractor.

* Words that soak into your ears are whispered...not
yelled.

* Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.

* Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.

* Do not corner something that you know is meaner
than you.

* It don't take a very big person to carry a grudge.

* You cannot unsay a cruel word.

* Every path has a few puddles.

* When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.

* The best sermons are lived, not preached.

* Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never
gonna happen anyway.

* Don't judge folks by their relatives.

* Remember that silence is sometimes the best
answer.

* Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get
older and think back, you'll enjoy it a second time.

* Don't interfere with somethin' that ain't
botherin' you none.

* Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain
dance.

* If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to
do is stop diggin'.

* Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.

* The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have
to deal with watches you from the mirror every
mornin'.

* Always drink upstream from the herd.

* Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta
that comes from bad judgment

* Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot
easier than puttin' it back in.
* If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some
influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around.

* Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak
kindly. Leave the rest to God.

Ride or Write?

2005-06-26T10:32:00.000-07:00

Dear Teri,
Sorry we couldn't talk last night....Big discussion
with Eliza about new writing....And trip to Honduras.
Glad you got the IM working....
Did not ride yesterday because of work (racking my
brain over "Rhett"...My unfinished novel...
http://www.sunshinedixieland.com/rhettcoverpage.html
getting nowhere right now).....Will ride
today......Maybe I can figure it out on the trail....

You are an intelligent woman, so let me bounce this off
you....Rhett does not die...of course...But
considering all you may know about the character of
Scarlet...Has she truly lost her mind...or is she
still trying to be the center of everyone's
attention....or a little of both??? There is something
about him that she is afraid of...Something she would
like to fix, change, or otherwise "kill"...Maybe
instinctively?...She does, of course, truly love
him...But all of this is twisted up in the psychosis of
her illness...which she inherited from her Irish
Father...She lost everything...gained it all back..and
more.. By her own determination and guts....then lost
it all again...when she lost Bonnie (her love
child)and Melanie (her only girl friend) and Rhett
(her only real love)....Now she is in and out of
alternate realities....

Rhett....in spite of what he says and thinks...will
never give her up....completely....
He knows that he will never love another woman...Not
in this way that he loves Scarlet...But he is a
practical man....and must deal with the realities of
her illness and his own life...As he struggles with an
ever present question...Who exactly is he, Rhett
Butler, besides the man who loves Scarlet O'Hara?

anyway...All of this sounds plausible in my mind...
and seems right in my guts....But getting the dialog
and characters right within the historical context of
the novel is a struggle....and Margaret Mitchell haunts
me every day....I do not want to make the same
mistakes that Ripley made with this classic of
American literature.....

Ridding is so much easier than writing....I some
times wonder why I bother....But...I truly cannot
stop...I am addicted....I will fall into periods of
tranquil dormant bliss...not write at all....But, sooner
or latter, I always go back to the same well of words
and drink myself drunk on the heady waters of prose
and poetry...and like the ancient warrior poets...I go
hacking and slashing into the fray...Until I am
wounded, and exhausted, and weary to the very marrow of
my bones. Splattered with the blood of my foes...I
gasp for breath, with my heart-beat pounding in my
head, I survey the carnage I have made in this
endless war of humanity's language....Hoping to find
there... something that is truly ART!

Well...this has really become a tangent....of
rambling thought....Nothing a good editor could not
fix....I am sure...

hope we can chat latter...

yours,
Stephen

Glass Pirates and Other Phenomeni

2005-06-24T20:56:00.000-07:00

Hey girl,
Dad is great....and he don't need me to baby-sit or
nose around in his business.....He says.... and I
agree...and I think he is gonna stay around awhile
longer...

Glass pirates...look like regular pirates...but they
are not.....they can melt like glass... any time they
want...dissipate like water and reform as almost any
thing, anywhere, and at any time they choose. They
cannot be angels... This is very convenient for them
and exasperating to others.

The sole reason for the existence of Glass pirates (so
the legend goes) is to protect the Blue Pearl....a
very rare, one of a kind, beautiful, natural
pearl..still attached to its mother of pearl shell. I
have seen this for myself....and I know it to be true.

The Blue Pearl is a prize possession because it brings
all the blessings of creation to whoever posses it for
ten years. after ten years it becomes a terrible
curse....if you do not first give it away...to some
one you love...some one who does not live with you.

You always receive the blue pearl from some one you
love...who does not live with you. When you receive
it you agree to certain rules. If you do not
agree...the person who brought it must take it
elsewhere...which is very dangerous for them to do...
You must keep it in a special place in your home where
everyone can see it. BUT,only for exactly ten years
from the minute, the hour, and the date that you
received it.
You do not hide, conceal, or otherwise try to protect
the blue pearl while it is in your possession. That is
the Job of the glass pirates. They have all kinds of
ways of protecting the pearl... and any one who tries
to steal it...while it is in your home for ten
years....is in for a very scary time...
You must never move the blue pearl from your
home....until you are ready to give it away to some
one you love who does not live with you. You must give
it away...before the ten years are up. Or be terribly
cursed the rest of you life.

When you decide to give the pearl away...you must be
very smart and cautiuos....because when you take the
pearl out of your home....anyone can try to steal
it...and the glass pirates WILL try to steal it from
you...before you get it to its new home...YOU must not
let this happen! If you allow the blue pearl to be
stolen when you move it....you will regret it for the
rest of your life....the glass pirates will make sure
of that.

I have told this tale many times to youngsters...with
different characters and plot...just fill in the
blanks with your imagination.....

One more thing about unseen intelligence....the human
"brain" is much more than just the gray matter in our
skulls....it is connected to a universe (billions) of
individual cells by our nervous system.....which uses
very low level, almost impreceptible, electromagnetic
pulses...and it is phenominally good at what it
does...(exist in reality)...within this universe of
self...(every individual human being)...is all of the
Q....all the information about us and all
existence....the problem is...95% of this Q...this
information...is inaccessible to us consciously...in
other words....We do not have total conscious recall
of all that we know....amazingly all this information
in every human being contains all the Q...back to
Adam. The first Man and the Woman made from his own
Q. (flesh and blood) and if connected to God (master
designer) mentally, physically, and spiritually....all
things are known....We have degenerated...we have not
evolved....Adam did not need books, libraries, or
computers.....and.....if we were fully
connected....neither would we.....BUT....we (humanity)
have a long way to go....and many things to
relearn!!!!!!!

Although we, and all existence, are vastly complex in
total form....at the basic components of design, all
is beautifully
simplistic...code...words...Q...DNA...mathematical,
metaphysical, musical, poetry of all things...GOD!
Once again....the problem is that 95% of this
beautiful simplistic Q.... is not utilized at
all.....this is the curse that the ancient prophets
begin to write about....when we (humanity) degenerated
to such a state...that we needed written language.

as always,
your friend,
Stephen

Retirment Funds.....Who does the Money Belong To?

2005-05-30T05:25:00.000-07:00

Dear People,
All who represent them....
I retired from UPS on April the twenty ninth of this
year. After twenty six years and 2.6 million
miles....it was time.
But Now I have a problem...and I suspect every tax
payer in the country has the same.
I have earned a good retirement......but....the plan
administrators...teamsters, UPS, and Government over
site committees think it belongs to them....everyone
wants to tell me how to use the money that I have
worked for ....Who does this retirement belong
to....if it belongs to union, company, and political
bosses....why don't you just say so.....why
lie......this is why hard working tax paying American
citizens like me are fed up with this convoluted
socialist system.
I have been voting republican for years....you promise
to change all of this...but you never do.
If I had promised you people....company, union and
government...that I would do something...and then
reneged ...you would prosecute me to the fullest
extent of civil or criminal law.
It is time for you elected, and appointed people to
become public servants like our fore bares where.
All of this is one reason I am involved in
politics.....to restore what was once a free and just
system...socially, politically, and spiritually.
You have only begun to here from this public servant!
sincerely yours,
Stephen Wayne Hampton Sr.
PS..all of the above also applies to my 401K...who
does it belong to......me...are all you "bosses"?? www.sunshinedixieland.com/">

AMERICANS.....A Plebeian's Letter to His People

2005-05-28T06:48:00.000-07:00

SunShine DixieLand 2002
AMERICANS

A Plebeian's letter to his people

Stephen, a former slave of darkness, now a servant of our Lord Jesus Christ, and a bondservant of the everlasting Gospel of Truth and Grace, called to be a witness (even until death) of the Word and the Spirit of Life according to the purpose of Almighty God and His Salvation.
To all the Saints, the chosen Children of God, in America. Faith, Hope, and Love in the Peace and Grace of Jesus Christ the Righteous by the will of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit be to you always, and forever. Amen.
I thank God continually, and praise Him, for keeping you in the Faith of our Lord Jesus, and for lifting you up in His power to be a testimony of His Light in a dark, and dying world.
Oh how wonderful, and marvelous, are the unfathomable riches of God! How great is His
Salvation, and His unfailing Mercy, who has allowed us, in this brief physical existence, to know
Him; to seek him out in His Oracles, to study His Holy Word, to contemplate His complete
Revelation - His Holy Bible.
I write to you brothers, and sisters, concerning those good things which you have seen and heard as Children of God; those things which you have known of God, and His Son, our Savior, from the beginning. As you have received that miraculous gift of Eternal Life by the Faith of Christ and the power of His Spirit, the Spirit of regeneration, and resurrection, from death unto Life (Life without beginning, without ending in Jesus our Lord) therein you must know the mysteries of His Divine Truth; those things which are hidden from the children of disobedience, things unknown to the wise men of the world, but which are revealed to the lost Children of God -the lost children who He has sought out and saved by His grace. As it is written, All that my Father has given me I have redeemed.
No new thing can I write to you, but only the Love of Jesus who is, and was, and always will be the Everlasting Gospel of Peace. Peace which the world cannot know because the world does not know Him who is the Prince of Peace. As He said, There will be wars, and rumors of wars until the end of time. Let not your heart be troubled, you believe in God, believe also in me. In my Fathers house are many mansions, if it were not so I would have told you. And now I must go to prepare a place for you, and as I go to prepare a place for you, I will return again, in like manner, to receive you, that where I am there you may be also.
Beloved of God, no new thing can be written; as it is written, There is nothing new under the sun. But these things I write to bring into your memory the Peace and Love of God because the time of great tribulation is upon us, the abomination of desolation, spoken of by the prophet Daniel, is here; as prophesied by the last, and greatest, prophet, Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior. Judgment begins in the house of God. So, dearly beloved, what can we say that will help you, and give you strength in this dark and cloudy day? That which you have heard before and must remember now - more than ever before - The evening Light is shining! Hold fast to the Love of God proclaimed by His Word, given by His Son Messiah (our Prophet, our High Priest, and our King) reaffirmed by His Holy Spirit and proven by His Resurrection; which no True Believer has ever doubted, having received the gift of His Faith. Faith Eternal, as God (the author and creator of all Faith) is eternal; without beginning, without ending, Everlasting to Everlasting, Alleluia! Amen!
Therefore, my people, as the Great I Am has loved us with this undying Love, giving His all, His Precious, Sinless Son (even to the shame and reproach of death on the cross, delivering Him faithfully to the powers of darkness in the hellish hours of the Atonement) for us who are, without question, unworthy; being as we were children of Satan's, and our earthly father Adam's, unrighteous, and foolish rebellion (who, in the past were lovers of darkness, not seeing the Light), how then could we not love Him with our undying love? (Love He has given us by His Grace) How then could we not, in love, fear Him, and Him alone, who is our God and our Salvation? Indeed, Child of God, you will stand fearless against the world, the flesh, and the Devil, loving not your own life, even unto death. But instead, loving God, your neighbor, and your enemy; that Spirit of Love is the Spirit of Life. Keep this in your heart, and your soul, and your mind: The flesh will profit you nothing, it is the Spirit of the Living God, the Spirit of the Living Word that has quickened you to Life Everlasting; The Word of the Testimony of Jesus Christ, given to Him by the Father, is the Spirit of Life - there is no other Life.
These Two Witnesses, the Word and the Spirit, being of Christ, and In Christ will not ever know any corruption. As it is written, I will not suffer My Beloved to know corruption... I have heard His cry in the days of His affliction... I have lifted Him up out of the deep with Healing in His wings... I have given Him all power, with Blessings and Judgments, over all peoples and tongues and kindreds and nations... He is my Son, David, and I have made with Him an Everlasting Covenant... I Love my People, Israel... I Am has spoken it... My Word cannot be broken!
We of America are called out of darkness, as Abraham was called out of the land of the Chaldees, out of the house of his earthly father to be the friend of God, to receive the Covenant of Grace by which his progeny, and all the peoples of the earth have been, and will be, Blessed of God, so we the people of America are called again.
But who will answer His call? Indeed, no one will answer who is dead in trespasses and sin... until God has resurrected him to newness of Life in the Spirit. How Great is our God Omnipotent! His Word is Life! Life that cannot be voided by temporal death, nor stopped by that second death of eternal damnation! He has healed the blindness of our eyes. He has cured the deafness of our ears. He has resurrected us, and recreated us, in the Body of Christ, a New and Living Creature! He has adopted us out of this world, as he adopted His friend Abraham out of this world, by His will, and His Good Grace, to redeem for Himself, from the peoples of many nations, a congregation of eternal beings - the Living Church of the Living God. As it is written, Upon this Rock I will build My Church and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it! Amen!
What then can a man say more than the Word of God? Indeed, a man can say nothing that will stand against, or above, the Oracles of God! What words can a man add to the Word of God?
What words can a man take away from the Word of God? Oh foolish, foolish man! You cannot add to, neither can you take away, anything at all from the Everlasting Truth, the Eternal Word of the Living God. It is written, Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall not pass away... Lift up your eyes to the heavens, and look upon the earth beneath: for the heavens shall vanish away like smoke, and the earth shall grow old like a garment, and they that dwell therein shall die in like manner: but my salvation shall be for ever, and my righteousness shall not be broken. These are the Words of the Lord God Omnipotent, given to his Son the Christ, the Holy One of all creation: again it is written, Think not that I am come to destroy the law, or the prophets: I am not come to destroy, but to fulfill... For truly I say unto you. Till heaven and earth pass, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, till all be fulfilled. And this we know, the Law of God was, and is, and forever will be, fulfilled in the Word of God; And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us (and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father) full of Grace and Truth. Amen.
My people! My people! America! Oh how I do pray for you! God forbid that I should ever stop praying for you. Not haughtily, or boastfully, but in the secret places of my heart I cry out to God, beseeching Him to wash away the iniquities of your human hearts, petitioning Him daily, that He would heal the infirmities, the weakness, of your human flesh; humbly, but boldly, asking for His Grace, His Mercy, and the Wisdom of His Salvation to cleanse you, and cover you with the Water, and the Blood of His Christ, His Son - The Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world. Even if you should join the enemy's camp (God forbid it) and begin to worship the man of sin, even if you should raise up high places, traditions and doctrines of men contrary to the Word of God (that abomination which maketh desolate); even if you should seek to put me out of man's congregations, in anger, wanting to kill me (thinking to do God a favor), even so, I will never stop praying for you until the Lord returns or until I am taken away. God do likewise to me, and more, if I should ever cease to pray for you. And this I do pray, as my namesake Stephen prayed: Father, lay not this sin to their charge; as our Lord and Savior prayed: Father forgive them, for they know not what they do, how can they know who are dead in trespasses and sins, who cannot see, who cannot hear? (Son of man, can these bones Live?) And we answer: (Oh Lord thou knowest!)
I must pray for you America (my family, my friends, my neighbors, my enemies); I must pray for you as God's servant, Moses, prayed for his people: And Moses returned unto the Lord, and said. Oh this people have sinned a great sin, and have made them gods of gold. Yet now, if thou wilt, forgive their sin... and if not, blot me, I pray thee, out of thy book which thou hast written.
Oh my people, I am nothing but a man, no more worthy than the least of you, my brothers, my sisters. I am a man of stammering lips, with a weak heart of flesh and blood, and a mind limited to the knowledge of a man. But this I know, and testify truly, as I am known of God, by His grace alone will any man have intimate knowledge of Him. For whom He did foreknow, He also did predestinate to be conformed to the image of His Son, that He might be the first-born among many brethren. Therefore, it is written, and established by the Word of God, A man can receive nothing, except it be given him from heaven. All the things of this world will come to nothing, they are dust to be scattered by the whirlwinds of God Almighty, to be gathered again unto Him, to be recreated by Him at His will and His own good pleasure. No one has given Him counsel, no one has instructed Him, He is the Lord God of all creation. Who can stand before Him? Who can see His face and live? Indeed, no one can stand before Him, and live, who He did not first love, who He did not first conform to the Image of His Son. Oh wonder of wonders, that we who are born in rebellion, living in darkness, the seed of Adam, can cry out to Him, Abba Father, forgive me - a sinner most wretched! And the greatest wonder of all, that He would hear the cry of one unworthy to be called His Son.
This we also know, America; a nation can receive nothing, except what is given to it from God. It iswritten; And He shall rule the nations of the world with a rod of iron. His rod is Truth and Justice, His Word is Righteous and Strong. By the power of His Two Witnesses, the Word of God and the Spirit of God, he shall beat the wicked into dust and raise up the righteous of His Creation to His Redemption, to His Praise, and His Glory, Forever. Amen.
This we testify truly, this is the patience of the Saints (all who believe, and come to believe); The Oracles of God, the Holy Scriptures of the Holy Bible, The Word of God given to Holy men of old from God the Holy Spirit, is, and forever will be, the complete and infallible history (past, present, and future) of mankind's relationship (both physical and spiritual) to the God of all Creation, The Great I Am.
And I took the little book out of the angel's hand, and ate it up; and it was in my mouth sweet as honey: and as soon as I had eaten it, my belly was bitter.
And He said unto me, Thou must prophesy again before many peoples, and nations, and tongues, and kings. Therefore, my brothers, and sisters, I implore you, I beg you, as the least member of ourfamily, please open the Book and read the Word of God. It is His complete Revelation to all the world. Prayerfully, and carefully, study to know thyself approved; ask His precious and loving Holy Spirit to guide you, word by word, line by line, precept by precept -ask Him to teach you. Ask Him to reveal to you, His Christ, and His Salvation. Ask Him to lift you up in the Power of His Two Witnesses; for it is written: In the last days, no man shall teach his neighbor, for they shall all be taught by God.
Let no man deceive you, as it is written; Let all men be called a liar, only God is True... There is One who is Good, and He is God. My people, prove me in this, put this plebeian's letter to the test of the Spirit, Search the scriptures daily, to see if these things are True. As you read His book, lift up your heart, give it a voice of thanksgiving, of pray and praise to Him; The prayers, and praises of the Saints are a sweet savor to Him. Who can know the mind of Infinite God? Who can search out His ways and prove them? It may very well be that He will turn again from the fierce wrath of His Righteous indignation, and repent of the evil He has thought to do to this nation, this people of disobedience, for our wickedness, and our shedding of Innocent Blood. None the less, The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Lord. And know this, my people, and ponder this in your heart; He, being Perfect in Love, has judged us by His Perfection. No man, no people, no nation, can stand before Him falsely. He created us in the secret place of our mothers womb, He made us wonderfully, in the seed of Adam, and the seed of the Woman who He took from the flesh and bone of Adam, He has foreknown us and searched out the secrets of
our hearts, our souls, and our minds. To Him all things are Known. It is written; This day, have I begotten thee... This day, have I called thee my Son... Ye are gods... Who were no gods, but flesh and blood, dead in the spirit, but I Am has perfected that which seemed imperfect to man. You were a shame, a reproach and a vagabond in the earth, a lover of darkness, and a slave to the prince of darkness, Satan. But, The Prince I Am, The Son of God, The Son of Man, Christ,
crucified, buried, and risen to Life Everlasting, has defeated the darkness.
He is God, we are His creation. He has defeated Satan, He has cast the Dragon out of Heaven. Lucifer can no longer accuse the Brethren, he is the Dead Beast, wounded with the mortal wound by the Sword of the Spirit, The Word of God by the Hand of the Lamb who has slain him. Satan is the Dead Beast who comes up out of the deep, he is the Prince of Death, and his inheritance is Death, he is the second Dead Beast, who comes up out of the bowels of the earth (Hades), who is also the false prophet. Here is the patience of the Saints; Let him who has ears to hear, hear the Word; Let him who has eyes to see, see the Light; Let him who is righteous, be righteous still; Let him who is wicked, be wicked still: The Dragon, and the Beast, and the False Prophet are Satan, these are Antichrist Who was, and is not, and is yet to come... to go unto perdition... There shall be weeping, and gnashing of teeth... They shall gnaw their tongues in pain... For the torment of that place is a grievous torment... And the darkness ofthat place is eternal darkness... Death eternal, without beginning, without ending, terror immortal, forever. Amen.
Oh my people, you need not receive the mark of that Beast, which is the name of that Man of Sin. No indeed, Now is the Day of Salvation! Cry out to God, who is infinite in mercy; plead with Him, whose grace, and kindness are Eternal; that He might write His Name upon your forehead, that He might lift you up and plant your feet on higher ground, that He might cause you to rest in Him and sit in His Heavenly Places. Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool... If ye be willing, and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land.
Come now, my people, let us go together, to the Feast of the Tabernacles, to that Shining City on the Hill, that New Jerusalem come down from Heaven, whose builder, and maker is God. Let us worship together in the Temple of The Lord, in that House not built by hands, in that Holy Place erected, and perfected by the Lamb of God, the Messiah, the Holy One of all Creation - That House which He built in three days by His Love and Grace. Let us eat of that Manna come down from Heaven, that Bread of Life which was broken for our redemption. Let us anoint our heads with that Oil of The Gospel, which burns in the lamp-stands of The Two Witnesses, who stand before the Throne of God, and The Lamb, forever. Let us drink from the Cup of His Blessings, that New Wine of His Salvation, the Blood of the Lamb, shed for a covering, a propitiation for the sins of man. Let us drink freely from the Waters of Life which flow freely, and abundantly, from that Rock, that Foundation of all Faith, and Hope, and Love, The Father, and The Son, and The Holy Spirit. As it is written; In that last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood up and cried, saying, If any man thirst, let him come unto me, and drink... He that believeth on me, as the scripture hath said, out of his belly shall flow rivers of Living Water.
Consider this carefully, my brother, my sister; hear the Word of our Father, as I love you dearly, and would not see you die, come up with me to the Feast of our Lord: for it is written, All who do not come up to the Feast of The Lord, must surely die in their sins. And God forbid that I should not tell you this Truth. Beloved, search it out in the Word of God, and prove me, test me, and see if these things which I have written to you are right, or wrong.
Oh America, you are truly beautiful, and strong, and rich in the eyes of all the nations. Be not proud in your self, for all these Blessings have come from God. God resists the proud, He will humble the proud. As it is written; These six things doth the Lord hate; yea, seven are an abomination unto Him: A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood... A heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief... A falsewitness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among the brethren. As I do love you, and would give my life for you; and, as I love God, and have given my life to Him, so then I must remind you of those Good things which He has given us, as He has given us His All, His Word, and His Spirit, His Son, and His Lamb - The Lamb of God slain from before the foundation of the world - for the Salvation of All, who come to Believe! Amen!
Many more things I would write to you, but, for now, the cares of this world demands my attention.
My loving, Mother and Father greet you with kindness.
My children, and my neighbors, and all my brothers, and sisters, in our Fellowship of Believers in Bryceville, Florida greet you, and salute you in the Love of Christ Jesus; May His Love, and Grace be with you all, always and forever. Amen.

Sincerely Yours in Christ our Lord,
Stephen

Post Script: Pray for us all; most certainly pray for me, that God will give me the strength, and the courage, to write to you again, and that He will allow us to someday meet, and search out His Word, and His Truth, together in a Fellowship of Love.

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About Proverbs 31

2005-05-06T18:03:00.000-07:00

Dear Linda,
Proverbs 31 is a prophecy about Christ and his Bride,
who he redeemed from the seed of Adam (mankind)
without condemnation. God is not religious...He is
Righteous...that is why Christ told the religious
leaders of the past...."If you knew what this
means...I will have mercy and not sacrifice...you
would not have condemned the guiltless....go and learn
what this means...I will have mercy and not
sacrifice." Sacrifices of mankind are religious
rituals that do not please God. His Son, Jesus the
Christ, has completed the only sacrifice acceptable to
the living God. None of humanity, male or female, can
fulfill the virtues of proverbs 31....until they are
made one with the Son who is one with the Father...in
the power of His Holy Spirit.
Thank you very much for your words of encouragement.
Tomorrow I leave for Carolina, to do all that God will
have me to do....pray for me....I am nothing but a
man...and a servant of the living God.... in all
things....
Remember, it is not Christ, nor the Father, nor the
Spirit that condemns us...we live in the Ages of
Grace...it is us.. humanity that condemns ourselves,
and our neighbors....this is not pleasing to God who
has said...."For God sent not His Son into the world
to condemn the world...but that the world...through
Him might be saved.....those who are condemned are
condemned already.....and this is the nature of the
condemnation...that light has come into the
world...and Men love darkness rather than
light....because their deeds are evil." Also... "All
who love the light, and the truth, will come into the
light.... that their deeds my be manifested...that
they are the works of the living God."
vaya con dios dear lady, write to me again.
Go with God,
Yours,
Stephen
stephen607040@yahoo.com
http://www.sunshinedixieland.com

Native Russian

2005-04-25T16:03:00.000-07:00

Dear Irisha,
Thank you so much for you letter. I hope you are
doing well. Are you still working in flower shop?
The reason I use some spanol in my writing is I am
studying that Language... which is becoming more and
more important in the USA. Many people here use it as
well as English.
If you could...teach me... I would love to learn some
of your native Russian. I need to learn as much as
possible of other cultures and languages to do the
work that God has called me to do.
Now that I am changing careers...leaving the 400
horses...UPS big truck.....I will have more time to
travel....but I do not know when I will be able to
come to your country....I believe I would enjoy such a
visit very much.....and it would help me better
prepare for my life of service.....All peoples, and
all cultures have a common origin....and all things
come from the quintessential source....that is Divine
Providence....God. Our ancient ancestors understood
this....but post modern human society still struggles
with this truth....The DNA evidence cannot be
disputed...all people on this planet are closely
related...and descend from a single parentage.....he
who is called Adam....in the ancient writings.....so
you see my dear....you and I are related....even
though our cultures or much different....we came from
the same Creator....
Many people...in USA, and around the world, do not
believe this.....many will hate me for saying
this....but when we find truth....we must not deny
it...we must embrace this truth ... and all
truth....because it is always the truth that sets us
free.
I hope you understand this....I will help you to
understand...but ultimately...you must be thought by
the master designer...the creator of all....the Living
God.
It is true that I lack the intimate love of a
woman...but this I have left in God's hands....at this
time....with all the political and business endeavors
I am working on...it would be difficult. God will
show me the way....through his word...if He should
want me to have the love of a women....he will bring
that woman and myself together.
Hasta que la muerte nos separe!.....in English
means...until death do us part!.....but in the Love of
God....is Eternal Life....In Him there is no
death...only the regeneration of all things....in Him,
who is The Quintessential Source of all things....we
have Hope Eternal.
God bless and keep you Irisha...may we meet some day
soon!
Yours,
Stephen

Not a Religious Man

2005-04-24T21:20:00.000-07:00

Dear Vicki,
I am not a religious man......do not want
to be religious....Cain was religious and we know what
he done.....he brought his sacrifice....the first
fruits of the harvest....which was good...but it was
not accepted because there was sin in his heart...he
was jealous of his brother, Abel, he hated his brother
in his heart...his anger over came him...and He killed
his brother.....but He was a religious man. God has
not called us to religion....he has called us to the
righteousness of Jesua Christa....Jesus the
Christ...who said...."Go and learn what this
means....I will have mercy and not sacrifice.....if
you knew what this means I will have mercy and not
sacrifice....then you would not have condemned the
guiltless."
any way....honey ...don't mean to preach.....but this
a big problem in America.....we do not need
religion.....we need the righteousness of the living
God......as our forebears. ...or founders knew.
this is why I am going into politics....to go the Via
Dolorosa.....pray for me.
yours,
Stephen,
Amor de Christa!
Love of Christ!

Letter to steelmagnola47

2005-04-17T05:01:00.000-07:00

Dear Sherry,
I enjoyed your letter very much. Yes we do have much
in common....this is why we can be better
friends....the long distance endurance rides are on
twiggy....have her trained to do about 25mls in
5hrs....shooting for 50 in 10...to compete. Stephanie
is not yet riding....hope she will begin soon...
Bryceville is close enough to Jacksonville for easy
commute... have worked for UPS last 26 years but now
retiring to do what I was intended to do....run my
political mouth....no one wins first big race....very
few.....but my objective in South Carolina is to bring
that republic into the twenty first
century...economically, socially, and
spiritually.....I know....big job....I am always
Republican....even when they do things to upset
me...like the Chivo (SP) case....would not have
happened that way if I were Governor of this State....
we must decide once and for all....that Human life is
sacred and we must stand behind that decision....even
if it causes a constitutional crisis.....Chivo...had
brain damage...but her brain was able to keep her body
healthy.....it took fourteen days for her to starve to
death....in all human beings is the Q.....Latin for
Quintessential source of all things....this is equal
to logos.... in the Greek...word of eternal
truth....this is equal to DNA...the mathematical
sequential code of all life....all of this is in and
of the Word that is God....."In the beginning was the
word, and the word was with God, and the Word was God;
and by this word was all things created." This is why
all human life must be protected....our future depends
on our understanding of real truth....the truth that
is contained in Q....the bible...the ancient writings
of the prophets....is the English translation of Q.
The King James version is very accurate to original
writings.
sorry I am ranting....but this is very important to us
as a nation....embryonic stem cell research must
stop...the are fooling around with the Q....that is
why they end up with mutated cells.....adult stem
cells yield great promise....there is nothing against
this research in the moral law of Q....but when you
destroy human life without just cause....God is not
mocked...what we are sowing we shall reap!

I am sorry to carry on this way in a personal
letter...please forgive me... the horse you are riding
sounds like a winner....with such a smooth gate...you
could ride all day....keep up with me and twiggy....
or we could keep up with you.
I had better close for now.
vaya con dios....darling
Stephen

Dear Mr Buckley

2005-03-27T17:17:00.000-08:00

Dear Mr. Buckley,
Right On!
Had you and Mr. Schlesinger been listening to a state of the union address by George Washington you may have had the ironic privilege of sipping on whiskey from the presidents own distillery. I am sure that the father of our country distilled good liquors that men of good taste could occasionally enjoy. He was successful in his capitalistic enterprises as well as his political leadership, but I am also sure that the na-sayers of his day decried that fact. Washington was not afraid to be unpopular -- he put down the whisky rebellion quickly and effectively. He endured the slings and arrows (groundless charges) of outrageous political opposition and stayed the course... doing that which he new was right... for the good of the nation. I have much confidence that George W. Bush will do the same. If he speaks from the heart, fearlessly addressing the true state of the union, honestly stating a course of logistical action to meet the growing needs of our national security, the people who gave him a mandate will fearlessly support him. I only hope that his speech writers are up to the challenge.
Yours,
SW

My Old Confederate cousin

2005-03-19T05:52:00.000-08:00

It has been a long time since a Hampton has occupied the mansion in Columbia. Wade Hampton was there in eighteen seventies. Well, he was elected in 76, but the federal troops of the reconstruction government did not allow him to move in until April 10th of 18777. I sure hope nothing like that happens when I am elected. http://www.ehistory.com/uscw/features/regimental/south_carolina/confederate/hampton/index.cfm

2005-03-19T04:35:00.000-08:00

The Boss Talking to VIPs

2005-03-19T04:31:00.000-08:00

Boss on Beach The Hampton Club

Next Republican Governor South Carolina

2005-03-19T04:16:00.000-08:00

Millionaire Philanthropist Entrepreneur Stephen
Wayne Hampton, Sr. Announced his candidacy
for governor on March 17, 2005, St. Patrick's
Day. The world did not shake, the sky did not fall,
and the waves on the east coast of the low
country are still lapping against the shore. Of
course, he only announced it to his family, who
said, quote "What!?" Most of the Hamptons do
not know it yet, most of the Jacksons do not know
it yet (he is a descendant of both families; son of
Edward E. Hampton and Netty May
Jackson-Hampton of St. Francis County,
Missouri), most of the Teamster Union Members
do not know it yet (he is a long-term Union
Member and Rep. in the Southern Conference of
Teamsters), most of the employees of the United
Parcel Service of America [UPS] do not know it
yet (he is a twenty-six-year veteran of that
company and was recently inducted into the
Circle of Honor for achieving 2.6 million miles
without a driver avoidable accident or breakdown
period), Mr. Jerry Richardson, owner of the
Carolina Panthers, does not know it yet (he is a
former employee and friend of Mr. Richardson,
and worked for him as a restaurant manager), Mr.
Jim Gardner, Co-Founder of Hardees Food
Systems and Florida Food Systems, does not
know it yet (he began his career in the restaurant
business working for Mr. Gardener as a Lot man,
clean-up man, in 1971, at Hardees on Lem
Turner Road in Jacksonville, Florida), and his
childhood school buddies and acquaintances do
not know it yet (people like Stephen Bloodworth,
Poolshark, and Linda Bloodworth-Thompson,
Producer of Designing Women or Rodger
Limbaugh, Rush's Little Brother). Indeed, the
Republican Party and the rest of the Nation do
not know it yet. However, the world will soon
know it, because Mr. Hampton intends to formally
announce his candidacy on the Rush Limbaugh
show -if Mr. Snerdly will stop hanging up on him
when he calls the show.

The Rose of Sharon

2004-12-19T08:44:00.000-08:00

By
Stephen Wayne
To my friend

And in those dark days of terror, my friend
When you shall see those messengers of death
Who come into the cities of the people to destroy
And into the city of Salem, that ancient city
that city of peace
Then you shall also see a sign from Heaven
That God will deliver you, and His people
He shall raise up one from among you
A man reviled by lesser men among his brethren
A man despised by many, in his own nation
and by many, in other nations
A man to lead you against the forces of evil
To stir you up... so that you will, prevail
For God has put it into his heart to do His will
Over against the river Jordan, north of Jericho
And south to Bethlehem, and beyond
He will make war with them, and show no mercy
to those who have shed innocent blood
He will reveal the cruel one, and break his power
out of hand
As a man would snap a dry and dead twig
So shall he break him, who is of Satan
He shall stand against the great principalities
and powers of the earth
He shall stand, he shall stand, and he will not fail
And all the world shall know, that God is...
is the Savior of all, and Israel
And God shall reconcile you to your brother
to Esau, to Edom, and Ishmael
I Am has spoken it... it is written... it is done...
And the wilderness shall bring forth abundant life
And the river of the waters of life shall forever flow
And the tree of life shall be planted
and shall not be moved
And the desert shall bloom with the rose...
the Rose of Sharon... Jehovah Shalom.

Dear Friend,
I wrote this poem a few years ago when Sharon won election and the conflict with Arafat, and his kind, intensified. It was just a gut feeling at the time, that he (Sharon) would weather the growing storm and lead his nation rightly. Recent events seem to indicate that my gut intuitions were correct. But I know that a man can do little or nothing without the blessing of Divine Providence Therefore we must pray for Sharon and his people daily. The fate of Israel, and of the entire civilized world, remains intertwined with our own.
I have great hope for all humanity because I have read the ultimate end of the story... "A small rock was hewn out of a mountain of stone with out hands; it smashed the feet of clay and iron; the image of the great beast fell; the gold and the silver and the brass and the iron and the clay became as dust and was scattered by the winds of Eternal God. Then the little rock became a great mountain which filled the whole earth with the peace and love of God that surpasses all human understanding."
As it is written... let it be done.

Copyright Sunshine DixieLand Company 2003

The Game

2004-12-12T13:14:00.000-08:00

Once a perfect diamond field
And a perfect summer day
A hallowed ground where truth reviled
The characters at play

They were men those men of old
Braves, and giants, in the land
Who stood above the tawdry gold
Stood above, and shook your hand

We made them sultans, princes and kings
Head and shoulders above the rest
We cheered them so, the skies would ring
For they were our very best

And all their fame we did conceive
There beside that fabled sod
We brought our sons, we did believe
That they were like a god

But there came a day we were not in awe
When our innocence had fled
When the bum struck out, or he dropped the ball
Or his broken nose, like a mortal’s bled

Some walked away with down cast eyes
Determined to never look back
Some said our dreams were merely lies
Our champions were on the rack

But where young boys still choose up sides
In a vacant lot, or a farmers filed
We stand on the fringe where age abides
When it’s time has been repealed

It was so much more than just our game
It was the essence of our lives
It was winning and loosing
It was joy, it was pain
It was the coming of age and the rite of spring
It was glorious victory and bitter defeat
It was sunshine, it was rain…
Old sultan’s of swat refrain…

Once a perfect diamond field
And a perfect summer day
A hallowed ground where truth reviled
The characters at play

SEVEN THUNDERS ,THE APOLOGY OF STEPHEN

2004-11-28T13:10:00.000-08:00

NIGHT SONNETS
by STEPHEN THE PLEBEIAN

When the seven thunders sounded
Their truths could not be written
Till that small sweet book was eaten
And it's prophecies were spoken
To the children of many nations
Many peoples, all human beings
The truth... God is salvation
Lord of light... King of kings
Now the seven golden candle sticks
Must preserve that perfect light
For the children who walk in darkness
They who stumble in darkest night
For seven times seventy, forgiveness my brother
For seven times eternity, perfect love, my Father

In the last year of the second millennium, in the fourth month, on the twenty second day of the month, in the fourth watch of the morning I dreamed a very troubling, and frightening dream.
I was asleep in my bed at home. I could see the clock on the night stand next to my bed, it's red digital numbers were flashing 3:00 AM. The power was off and it was very quiet, and dark, except for the faint glow of the clock face. Far off in the distance I heard the rumbling of thunder - once.
After a few minutes I heard the thunder again, a second rumbling -closer and louder. At regular intervals the thunder sounded, much closer and stronger, three, four, five, and six times it rumbled until it was very near the house - but there was no lightening.
The seventh time the thunder sounded it roared within the house, shaking the whole house upon it's foundation, the floors, walls and ceiling of the place trembled as if they would break apart. The crashing boom of the thunder reverberated throughout the house, and in every fiber of my being - I was very much afraid.
At the moment of that awful noise and shaking, I cried out "My God! My God, help me!"
But the sound of my voice was lost in the tremendous sound of the thunder.
When the thunder ceased, a deep silence fell upon the house and all I could hear was the pounding of my fearful heart. The silence lasted for about half an hour. Then something even more terrifying, and troubling, occurred; at that moment in time I was absolutely, completely, alone. I was at the bottom of a terrible abyss, the blackness of one hundred star-less, moon-less mid-nights weighed down upon my trembling soul. There was no light, there was no love, there was no hope, there was nothing, nothing at all.
Past caring, past feeling, past believing... my heart had turned to stone.
Was then that I sensed a tremendous evil, an evil beyond human comprehension, an evil beyond human logic or explanation, an evil so intense, and hideous, that it hated God, despised humanity and existed for one purpose only - the total degradation of all the goodness within God's Creation. That evil presence was out there in the absolute darkness of the deep, just beyond where I was, watching and waiting; and, in some way inexplicable, it was bleeding my life's spirit from me. As blood would seep from a mortal wound, the essence of my soul was draining away to an evil death ten times more terrible than any mortal demise - I was very near the horrific gates of Hell, upon the brink of eternal damnation and complete separation from the Love of God.
In my dream I opened my mouth to cry out, "No! This cannot be! This is not right! This must be a bad dream! I am still alive! I am not supposed to be here!" But the words would not come out of my mouth, I was so miserably weak and despondent that I could not even moan, much less speak or cry out.
The evil from the bottomless pit began to laugh. He was pleased that I was there, helpless and alone. He was happy that no one cared, that no one would save me, that God had not chosen me. Satan whispered, "God will save his people from their sin, Jacob he loved but Esau he hated, who God despises are truly damned... Forever!"
I was completely lost, hopelessly doomed. With the last ounce of strength left in my mortal being I feebly attempted to cry out... "Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani!?"
Amazingly, the evil cringed, and receded a little ways from me. Once again he was waiting, watching, and now... listening.
Then I heard a voice, a still small voice clear and true, calling from a great distance. I recognized the voice immediately. It was a voice like the voice of my father, and my mother, like the voice of my sisters and my brother, like the voice of a friend and neighbor, like the voice of my wife and my children, like the voice of all humanity who still love the loveless, like the voice of all those who I had attempted to love, but failed... miserably.
It was a beautiful and sweat voice, familiar and intimate, like every kind and caring voice I had ever known. But it was so much more. It was a gloriously musical voice of Faith, Hope, and Love beyond human understanding. Although it seamed still, and small, and distant, it flashed across the distance of eternity with extreme power and astounding beauty It pierced the hateful darkness of the abyss with unquestionable authority, there was a harmonic symphony of brilliant light surrounding the voice, dispelling the blackness, echoing... "Holy! Holy! Holy!
The evil fled from the sound, and the presence, of that powerful, loving voice and crouched hatefully, obstinately (none the less, obediently) in the darkness beyond - waiting, watching... listening.
That loving voice had spoken one word in my frightful dream and I who was hopeless, helpless (and deserving of eternal death) a soul lost in revolting, abhorrent sin dared to hope again, to look tentatively, imploringly toward the light and life.
He had called my name. Not my given name, Stephen; No, he called me by a name from my childhood, a name spoken only by those very close to me, a name I had not been called in many, many years... He called me Stevie.
He spoke my name again, a second time, and the sound of his voice was calm and parental, a blessed assurance. He was very near, and I felt the deathly bleeding of my spiritual heart and soul stop immediately. I wanted to speak to him. I strained for strength to open my mouth and say, "I am not worthy to be called your son". But all that came from my lips was stammering. I groaned in my shame and nakedness, in the light of his blessed purity.
Then that evil from the abated darkness spoke accusingly, "Will the judge of all the earth do that which is not right; Will the Son of Man redeem one who is not named from before the foundation of the world?"
The Father of all Living answered, "Oh man of sin, can the dead beast and the prince of death instruct the living? Will the lord of lies and darkness contend with the Lord of Truth and Light? Will the creature give guidance, and teach the Creator?
Oh Lucifer, truly you are called, chief of fools! Where were you when I Am laid the foundations of all existence? When have you numbered the dust of the earth, the stars of the heavens, and the sands of the seas? Who has revealed to you the secretes of God? Who has shown you the names that are written in the Lamb's Book of Life? The Lamb who has defeated you and cast you down by the power of the Holy Spirit! The Lamb, who was slain, has slain you Satan, antichrist!
Oh angel of death, you know well that you are damned; you are sure in your inheritance of eternal damnation! The power of the Water and the Blood, spilt beside the plains of Armageddon, upon the hill of the skull, has bound you, and brought you low, to be trampled asunder by the righteous judgment of the Living God! The Son of Man, born of the woman, who you deceived, has brought this upon your head. By the seed of Adam, who you attempted to murder, and the power of the Spirit, who you tried to defame, you, Belial, are destroyed!
Go now! Dead deceiver! Old murderer! Go now and whisper your lies to the children of the damned. The children of God will not hear you! They who have inherited eternal life have no beginning, and no ending, as they are one with the everlasting Father, the eternal Son, and the immortal Holy Spirit. Just as you, old dragon, Satan, antichrist, are one with eternal death and outer darkness - without beginning, without ending, there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth and they shall bite their tongues in pain with you - oh father of lies."

I awoke from my dream. The lights in my home were on, the day was dawning, the sun was shining, and the hope of life has no ending...

Rhyme of the Ancient Astronaut

2004-11-28T11:13:00.000-08:00

Night Sonnets
by
Stephen the Plebeian

To John Glenn, who lifted the spirits of schoolboys - beyond Earth

Oh melancholy veil of velvet nights
Thy kindred stars within thy down turned bowl
Oh shining shimmer, distant ancient lights
Marooned, alone am I, my cosmic soul
My gossamer wings rotting on desolate shores
My phoenix, now an albatross, never burns
My sweet machines rusted, molded, with dust and spores
Treacherous time this trick has played, no hope returns
Ancient cities from which I came, all gone
The Sun, dead star; Venus, Earth, Mars, destroyed
Aeons I sailed, to nothing I belong
Such punishment devils have not employed
The last of man to live and cry alone
To waste away, so slow, as ancient stone

Eternal cracks the tortured, broken mind
That once did fly galaxies of wonder
Was sent out there, the best of human kind
To voyage, to search, to seek, God up yonder
And oh if I could sail again, shining stellar seas
This flesh would flush with vibrant fiery blood
Id steal the Apples of Hesperides
And fly forever the endless cosmic flood
Would face the demons of the Argonauts
Would brave the Purple Plans of old La Nore
My God! My God! I am an Astronaut
If I cant fly, then let me die, and live no more
Too old am I to sail, too old to fly
Too old to hope, to love, too old to die

On Saturn's moon I waste away forever
What logic is, by logic is conceived
But all too soon what was, now is never
And all that ever was, was all that we believed
Perhaps within the great expanse of time
My next of kin sailed out into the stars
Somewhere out there, may children laugh and church bells chime
May humans love with hope, between the wars
They made me all I am, synthetic man
Then out beyond the great beyond I found my cosmic soul
I reason they still reason, on distant sand
Somewhere out there, within dark night's, velvet melancholy bowl
But now I shut me down, ten thousand years and sleep a good long sleep
And Cosmic God, who gave me human tears, I trust my soul will keep.

Stephen

Stephen Wayne Hampton Sr. 11785 C.R.121 Bryceville, Florida,32009. (904) 266-0232

Copyright SunShine DixieLand Company 2003
http://www.sunshinedixieland.com/ancientastronaut.html

What Am I, Anyways To You?

2004-11-28T10:24:00.000-08:00

Night Sonnets
October 4, 1997; St. Mary's, Georgia

What am I... anyways to you?

Can you fancy a heart that bleeding cries,
a lump of flesh... a piece of clay;

A soul that wants and needs and dies?

Was I anything more than a childish quest,
a toy soon hated and cast away?

How did your heart that night incline;

When I kissed your lips (sweet lips)
and felt it beating so close to mine?

(remember your shoe-less feet) I remember this;
your blue and lovely eyes,

Your breath... Your face... turned up to me,
when the rain ceased and the clouds,
parted to the starry skies.

What am I... nothing but a man,
who stood with you on an isle of sands,

And as the storm around us flew,

Reached out my soul and took your hands;

But in that sweet sad parting knew,

That night upon St Mary's shore,

you kissed me once... but never more.

October 29, 1997; Whitehouse, Florida.

Do You Ever Cry?

Do you ever cry when you see a sparrow die;
Hear a robin weep, or watch a baby sleep?
Can you feel the sunshine in that blue sky;
The rain in my sad heart, this road so steep?

Do you ever sing when you hear a church-bell ring,
And laughing dance in light of love's romance?
Can you see inside my heart the love I bring?
Would you, first love betrayed, give a second chance?

The old green hills, Ireland, still sings poet songs;
On Tara's heights still walk the kings of old,
And in this pledge of hearts they see no wrongs,
Thou life's sweet breath departs the things retold;

If love sadly, has fleeting moments of light,
Then love gladly, steals them of darkest night.

Princess of the People

2004-11-27T20:18:00.000-08:00

SEPTEMBER 29, 1997

MANY DAYS OF SILENCE I OBSERVED IN MY HEART, IN RESPECT TO THE LIVING, IN DEFERENCE TO THE DEAD. BY THE WISDOM OF SOLOMON; "THE DEAD KNOW NOTHING AT ALL." BY MY OWN THINKING, THE DEAD, HAVING TRANSCENDED THE PHYSICAL INTO THE SPIRITUAL REALM, HAVE NO NEED OF PETTY HUMAN KNOWLEDGE. BEING JUDGED BY PERFECT LOVE, THEY ARE NOW BEYOND OUR HUMAN UNDERSTANDING - IN THE HANDS OF GOD - WHERE WE ALSO SHALL ONE DAY BE.
MANY DAYS OF SILENCE I OBSERVED - THEN I BEGAN TO WRITE.
TO MANY TIMES, IN REAL HUMAN TRAGEDY, WHEN THERE IS LOSS OF LIFE, THE BITTER SORROW OF LOVED ONES CLOSE TO THE VICTIMS IS WORSENED BY VAIN AND THOUGHTLESS EXPRESSIONS QUICKLY MADE. IN TRAGEDIES OF UNTIMELY AND VIOLENT DEATH, IT IS HUMAN NATURE FOR THE LIVING TO REACT IN SHOCKED DISBELIEF, DENYING THE UNTHINKABLE THAT HAS BECOME HATEFUL REALITY. THE SHOCK WILL MANY TIMES TURN TO ANGER; THERE IS A POINTING OF FINGERS, A CALLING OF NAMES, A THOUGHTLESS ATTEMPT TO FIX BLAME, A FUTILE EFFORT TO MAKE SENSE OF A SENSELESS TRAGEDY. WE HUMAN BEINGS ARE SO PREDICTABLE, SO REACTIONARY. AND THUS, HISTORY IS AN ACCURATE PROPHECY OF SO MUCH OF OUR FUTURE.
THE WISDOM OF SILENCE WOULD BETTER SERVE US. SILENCE TO THINK, TO CONTEMPLATE OUR SORROW, TO MOURN THE DEAD. SILENCE TO USE LOGIC, TO FORMULATE A PREMISE OF REASON, TO REACH RATIONAL CONCLUSIONS AND BETTER THE PLIGHT OF THE LIVING.
WHEN ONE SO LOVED AS DIANA, PASSES AS SHE DID, UNTIMELY, VIOLENTLY. TRAGICALLY, IT IS UNDERSTANDABLE THAT HUMANITY, WHO LOVED AND ADORED HER, REACTED AS THEY DID - SUDDENLY, EMOTIONALLY.
IT IS THE BURDEN OF THOSE CLOSE TO DIANA, FRIENDS AND FAMILY, TO SHARE THEIR PRIVATE GRIEF WITH THE PUBLIC GRIEF. AS SUCH IS ONE OF THE MANY COSTS FOR BEING IN THE LIMELIGHT OF MODERN CULTURE, (THE
SACRIFICE OF PERSONAL PRIVACY IN THE BEST, AND WORST OF TIMES). NOWADAYS THE PEOPLE'S LOVE HAS AN INSATIABLE LUST FOR INFORMATION AND IMAGES OF THOSE WE HOLD IN ADMIRATION AND ADORATION. "THE UNCERTAIN SICKLY APPETITE TO PLEASE." SADLY, HUMAN GREED BEING AS IT IS, EVER PRESENT, THERE ARE THOSE WHO PROFIT FROM OUR INSATIABLE LUSTS. WE ARE NOT GUILTLESS IN THIS, AND TRULY, "WE LOVE NOT WISELY WHO LOVE TOO WELL".
I DO BEG FORGIVENESS OF THOSE CLOSE TO DIANA FOR THIS INTRUSION INTO THEIR PRIVATE GRIEF - AS ALL INTRUSIONS NEED FORGIVENESS. BUT I ASK THEM TO CONSIDER MY PURPOSE AND INTENT; I AM A POET, AND I MUST PURSUE THE POET'S COMMISSION - THE EXPRESSION OF TRAGEDY. HOPEFULLY, I MAY LEAD SOME OF US TO THE WAILING WALLS OF OUR HUMAN SOULS, WHERE OUR INSANE SORROW (INHERENT IN TIMES OF INSANE DISASTER) CAN BE SPENT AND COMPLETE. THEN MAY WE RETURN TO THE SANITY OF LIVING WELL, WITH HOPE? AS IT IS SAID, "WHERE THERE IS LIFE THERE IS HOPE." I DO BELIEVE THAT DIANA, BEING THE GOOD PERSON THAT SHE WAS, WOULD WANT NOTHING LESS FOR THOSE SHE LOVED, OR FOR THOSE WHO TRULY LOVED HER - LIVING WITH HOPE.
I ALSO LOVED DIANA AS MANY OF THE PEOPLE LOVED HER, FROM A DISTANCE, WITH FASCINATION AND ADMIRATION. I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HER, IN MY HEART AND MIND'S EYE, ON A SUNLIT DAY, GLOWING IN A PURITY OF WHITE, HER BON EYES (BEAUTIFUL EYES) LOOKING UPWARD AND OUTWARD WITH WONDER AT A WONDROUS WORLD NEWLY DISCOVERED - A WORLD DISCOVERING AND LOVING HER. IN THOSE FINE EYES OF DIANA'S I STILL SEE THE SWEET INNOCENCE OF YOUTHFUL HOPE, AND THE COMPELLING GRACE OF A GRACIOUS LADY WHO TRULY BELIEVED THAT THE WORLD CAN BE A BETTER PLACE. SUCH BEAUTY AND HIGH ASPIRATIONS LIFTED US ALL, AND THAT IS THE PREMISE OF OUR LOVE FOR HER. THROUGHOUT THE TRIUMPHS AND TRAGEDIES OF HER BITTERSWEET LIFE, THAT COMPELLING GRACE REMAINED VIVIDLY REFLECTED IN HER BON EYES, A TESTIMONY THAT HER GRACIOUSNESS SPRANG FROM THE WELLS OF HER HEART AND SOUL. DEEP WELLS INDEED THAT OVERCOME ADVERSITY WITH POISE, AND GRACE, AND CHARM.
DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ME IN THIS, DIANA WAS NOT PERFECT. NO HUMAN BEING ACHIEVES PERFECTION, AS LIFE, BY ITS VERY NATURE , IS A WILDERNESS OF IMPERFECTIONS. A WILDERNESS IN WHICH WE MUST ENDURE "THE SLINGS AND ARROWS OF OUTRAGEOUS FORTUNE". AS WE STRUGGLE AND STRIVE THERE , THE GOOD AMONG US SEEK OUT, AND FIND, THE OASIS OF HUMAN GOODNESS - OUR BETTER SELVES. REGARDLESS OF HUMAN IMPERFECTION AND HUMAN FAILURE, IF WE, IN OUR HEARTS AND SOULS AND MINDS, ASPIRE TO GOODNESS, THEN GOODNESS WILL BE. IF WE ASPIRE OTHERWISE, SO IT WILL BE.
THERE IS GREAT TRUTH AND LOGIC IN SELF-FULFILLING PROPHECIES.
INDIVIDUALLY, COLLECTIVELY, AS WE (HUMANITY) ASPIRE TO BECOME, SO SHALL
WE BECOME. WE NEED NOT CHANGE THE WILDERNESS, INDEED WE CANNOT, BUT WE CAN CHANGE OURSELVES. DAILY, BY DEGREES, AS WE LEARN AND GROW, AS WE STRUGGLE THROUGH THE NORMAL ADVERSITIES OF LIFE, WE CAN BROADEN OUR OASIS OF GOODNESS. WE OWE THIS TO OURSELVES, AND TO THOSE WHO MUST TRAVEL THROUGH THE WILDERNESS WITH US.
THE PEOPLE, WITH THEIR GOD-GIVEN CONSCIENCE AND THEIR GOOD COMMON SENSE, HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN THESE THINGS. WE SAW IN DIANA FACETS OF PERFECTION AND IMPERFECTION, A TRUE GEM OF THE HUMAN CONDITION. WE SAW IN HER BON EYES REFLECTIONS OF OUR HIGHER ASPIRATIONS, OUR BETTER SELVES, AS WELL AS REFLECTIONS OF OUR LESSER SELVES, OUR OWN HUMAN FAILINGS. WITH THE SIMPLE GRACE AND THE COMPLEX CHARM OF A MODERN, BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, SHE COMPELLED US, SHE INSPIRED US, SHE WAS WITH US IN THE WILDERNESS OF OUR HUMAN CONDITION - AND THUS WE LOVE HER. WE WILL ALWAYS LOVE HER - THIS PRINCESS OF THE PEOPLE.

BEHOLD A PRINCESS PASSES,
IN OUR LOVE LOST WE MOURN.
THE TRUEST MEASURE OF ALL LOVE,
IS THE PERFECT ALTRUISM OF GOD'S
PERFECT SPIRITUAL LIGHT;
FOR THIS IMPERFECT HUMANITY,
STILL STRIVES.
THE UNIVERSAL SADNESS, THE WORLD-WIDE SORROW
AT YOUR PASSING, DIANA,
IS A CREDENCE SELDOM WITNESSED AMONG MEN,
A TESTIMONY OF THE HIGHEST HUMAN HONOR.
WHAT MORE COULD GOD'S OWN
POETS WRIGHT?
A FRIEND, A LOVER, A SISTER,
A WOMAN, A DAUGHTER, A MOTHER,
BEAUTIFUL, PEACEFUL SLEEPING,
GOOD NIGHT… SWEET PRINCESS…
GOOD NIGHT.

DIANA WAS, OF COURSE, A WOMAN OF OUR TIMES. WITH GRACIOUS SIMPLICITY OF HEART, AND CHARMING COMPLEXITY OF SPIRIT, SHE FACED THE MANY TRIALS OF HER BRIEF LIFE; SHE FACED THEM AND OVERCAME THEM, WHERE LESSER WOMEN MAY HAVE FAILED. IN THIS WE ADMIRED HER GREATLY, SHE NEVER GAVE UP; THOUGH DOUBTS AND FEARS AND HUMAN FALTERING SURELY CAME, WITH SHEER PLUCK AND INDIVIDUAL DETERMINATION, SHE SQUARED HER SHOULDERS AND CARRIED ON. AND THUS SHE LIVED UNTIL THE END. I HAVE NO DOUBTS THAT MANY GOOD WOMEN OF THIS DAY, AND DAYS TO COME, WILL EMULATE HER GOODNESS AND LEARN FROM HER FAILURS, AND RIGHTLY SO. IN MANY WAYS SHE EXEMPLIFIED THE BEAUTIFUL DIVERSE COMPLEXITY OF WOMANHOOD - A SIREN SONG TO THINKING MEN IN THIS AGE - OR ANY AGE.

BEHOLD A WOMAN;
THE MOTHER OF NATIONS,
THE SPOILER OF MEN,
THE HEIRESS OF SALVATION,
AN ANGEL OF SIN.
ALL HOPE FOR TOMORROW
SACRED LIFE IN THE WOMB,
FALLEN SPARROW OF SORROW
CRUEL DEATH AND THE TOMB.
OF HONOR, DISHONORED
DEFAMED BY HER LOVE,
SHE REIGNS IN THE CAVERNS
IN THE CHASMS, AND THE CRAGS ABOVE...
WITH BEAUTY AND PASSIONS CERTAIN MEN CAN SPELL
THE ALTARS OF HEAVEN… THE GATES OF HELL.

IN RECENT WEEKS I HAVE HEARD, AND READ, SOME HARSH JUDGMENTS DENOUNCING THE PERSONAL CHARACTER OF DIANA. QUICK-WITTED CRITICISMS FROM THOSE WHO FANCY THEMSELVES VIABLE JUDGES OF HUMAN IMPERFECTIONS, ELEVATING THEMSELVES, AND THEIR KIND, TO HIGH SEATS OF INQUISITION, AND CONDEMNATION, USURPING (BY DIVINE RIGHT, NO DOUBT) THE VERY POSITION OF (ONCE) DIVINE PROVIDENCE. THEY FLY HIGH AND THEIR FALL SHALL BE GREAT, AND LAUGHABLE. THEY FALL HARD, THOSE CONDESCENDING LORDS OF US LESSER HUMANITY. I PERSONALLY, WOULD LAUGH THEM TO SCORN FOR THEIR SELF-CONSCIOUS COMEDY OF ERRORS - THEIR FOOLS PLAY OF FOLLIES - THEIR OWN SELF-RIGHTEOUS HYPOCRISY. HOWEVER, IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO LAUGH RIDICULES FRAUD TO SCORN, IT REVEALS ITSELF, AND IS RIGHTLY JUDGED BY ITS’ OWN PHARISAIC, CONTEMPTUOUS, CONDEMNATION.
BUT, ENOUGH OF THAT, WISELY, I WOULD NOT STAND TO CLOSE, TO LONG, TO THAT MIRE, AS I COULD, ACCIDENTALLY, GET STUCK MYSELF.
WE HUMAN BEINGS HAVE NOT EVOLVED AT ALL. WE ARE NO MORE INTELLIGENT THAN THE FIST CAVEMAN WHO HAD THE GOOD SENSE TO GO OUT SIDE OF THE CAVE TO DEFECATE. WE REMAIN SOCIAL CANNABIS, WE DEVOIR OUR OWN, WE PICK OVER THE BONES OF OUR DEAD WITH UNREQUITED LOVE, DESPERATE HATE, AND DEPLORABLE SORROW BORN OF FEAR. PERHAPS ONE DAY WE WILL LEARN THAT WE HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR… NOTHING AT ALL… EXCEPT THE ONE WHO CREATED US IN HIS OWN IMAGE.

It Takes A Man To Love A Woman

2004-11-27T11:35:00.000-08:00

A Song by Stephen Wayne (John's little brother)

There was a man, who loved a woman
And he swore by heaven above
To serve her father, seven seasons
Just to taste of her sweet love

There was a man, who loved a woman
And he gave her everything
Apples of gold, set in silver
An eternal wedding ring

It takes a man, to love a woman
With the heart beat of Gods love
You can’t fake it, you can’t break it
What is joined by God Above

It takes a man, to love a woman
All God’s children testify
You can’t change it, can’t rearrange it
As the God of love can’t lie

There was a man, who loved a woman
And he laid down his own life
Just to bring her, to his father
In that land where men don’t die

There was a man, who loved a woman
And he caught her when she fell
He paid the ransom, for her freedom
Brought he through the fires of hell

There was a man, who loved a woman
Long before the start of time
And he loves her, through out the ages
An eternal gracious rhyme

There was a man, who loved a woman
Though she nailed him to that cross
He prayed, "Father, she is forgiven
I have found all that I lost."

Condoleeza Ballerina

2004-11-26T10:49:00.000-08:00

A song
By
Stephen Wayne

Several years ago I attempted to write a song artistically expressing the life-long relationship between a strong father and his gifted, equally strong, successful, and graceful daughter. Although I was satisfied with the composition, I never really liked the name I had originally given the daughter.
The name of the daughter needed to personify an exceptional woman, and fit the cadence, the meter of the song. I found such a name, and the connotations wanted, in Condoleeza.
Dr. Condoleesa Rice, by living, excelling, and succeeding (gracefully) has given me the name I needed for the song. She has also given us all a good name that will gracefully personify exceptional womanhood in the collective song of our national history.

Once a precious little baby, came into his life one spring day
He watched her grow into a lady, and she danced for him each day
His darling Condoleeza, his lovely ballerina
He’d ask her please…

“Dance ballerina… dance for daddy… Condoleeza
Like the wind… ballerina… twirl and tease… ballerina
Dance… ballerina… pirouette… ballerina
Blow a kiss… Condoleeza… for daddy’s lips… ballerina”

Time and miles came between them, it’s been years since she’s seen him
He lives in dreams while she dances, for Kings and Queens in their mansions
His darling Condoleeza, now a prima ballerina
He’d ask her please…

“Dance ballerina… dance for daddy… Condoleeza
Like the wind… ballerina… twirl and tease… ballerina
Dance… ballerina… pirouette… ballerina
Blow a kiss… Condoleeza… for daddy’s lips… ballerina”

He died alone in winter, and a note he left her
Loving lines on paper, in tears she read his letter
“I love you Condoleeza, you’re my prima ballerina
And always…

Dance ballerina… dance for daddy… Condoleeza
Like the wind… ballerina… twirl and tease… ballerina
Dance… ballerina… pirouette… ballerina
Blow a kiss… Condoleeza… for daddy’s lips… ballerina.”

The Miracle of Christmas

2004-11-14T10:50:00.000-08:00

Do you truly believe?
Ask yourself these questions, just to be sure.

Do I believe that Jesus of Nazareth, born in a stable in Bethlehem of Judea 2000 years ago, is the Son of the Living God, conceived of the Holy Spirit, empowered by the Holy Spirit to do the will and the work of the Father in all things, forever?

Do I believe that Mary the mother of Jesus, a daughter of the House of David, was truly a virgin when she delivered her first born son, wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger?

Do I believe that Jesus, The Son of Man, the Son of God, was crucified on the Cross of Calvary; that he died as a sacrifice, an offering, to take away the sins of the world, and that He, and He alone, can save me, and all of His people from their sins?

Do I believe that same Jesus, who physically died on the cross, physically, and spiritually, arose from the grave on the third day - exactly as His prophecies said?

Do I believe that Jesus the Christ is the last and greatest prophet fulfilling all prophecies of God; that He is the Great High Priest who has made the only sacrifice acceptable to the Father, the spotless, sinless Lamb of God; that all other sacrifices, all other ways, all other gospels are an abomination to Him?

Do I believe that same Jesus, born in a stable, is now the King of kings and Lord of lords, that all power is given to Him in Heaven and on the earth, and that He rules over the Eternal Kingdom of the Living God, that He will soon return to earth and every knee will bow, and every tongue will confess that all of this is true; that He will judge all the living and the dead?

If you have answered yes to theses questions, you have come near to the Kingdom. But you must enter in through the door which is Christ the Lord. You must ask Him to show you the Way, the Truth, and the Light; you must ask Him to give you Eternal Life. Being one with the Son who is one with the Father in the power of the Holy Spirit, you will then receive the gift of Eternal Life - Life without beginning or ending in Jesus Christ the Lord. All of this is impossible for physical, mortal and temporal man. But, with God, all things are possible for them who truly believe!

Copyright: SunShine DixieLand Company 2001.
Stephen Wayne
Director

Something There Is About A Missourian

2004-11-14T10:15:00.000-08:00

Night Sonnets
by Stephen the Plebeian
Something There Is About A Missourian
To John Ashcroft, and The government of Elitist Apartheid, the U.S. Senate

Something there is about a Missourian, some people will just not like
Perhaps it's obstinate showmeism, or the way he fishes for bass, or pike
Maybe it's a willingness to compromise, on anything but a principle
Or plain conservative logic, God given conscience, common sense simple
It could be that nerveless confidence, that steadfastness under fire
Some will think it arrogance, to rise above the fray, the melee-mire
Something there is about a Missourian, some folks will not abide
That tenacious Missouri loyalty, and that onerous Missouri hide
Something there is about a Missourian, some people can not love
He'll no more be a people's populist, no more than the Lord above

But wicked winds, at times, become a raging tempest
When the wisest of Captains are fearful afloat

And good men will thank Divine Providence
For one faithful Missourian, within their boat

Stephen Wayne

Good Government

2004-11-07T10:55:00.000-08:00

A Fundamental Reformation of We the People
by
Stephen the Plebeian

Good government is wise and frugal. It restrains men, and women,
from injuring one another, but otherwise leaves them alone to manage their own living, to enjoy their Godly freedoms, to prosper in their lawful pursuits of happiness; leaves them alone to thrive in their just liberties, to delight in their own fruits, the profits, of their own labor and industry.
Good government establishes and maintains equal, legitimate justice under the ethical rule of law. Justice that is blind to color, blind to race, blind to base doctrine, blind to wealth, power and prestige, blind to the petty differences and contemptible creeds of humanity; but justice that is never blind to the truth.
There is no hypocrisy or demagoguery in good government. There are no Machiavellian princes of power daily discrediting their oath of office, disparaging the common good of the people. In good government, such villains are indicted, impeached, and removed by an established system that daily strives for truth and justice, demanding the highest moral and ethical integrity in all public servants. The liar, the perjurer, the embezzler, those who peddle the powers and influences of office for personal profit and gain, all those contemptible public enemies who disguise themselves as public servants, are not tolerated in good government.
Good government, with wisdom and prudence, curtails it's bureaucracies. It polices them daily to eliminate, wherever humanly possible, waste, mismanagement and corruption. Thereby it alleviates, and lessens, the inherent tax burden of those bureaucracies, lifting those unwarranted burdens off the good shoulders of the people.
Good government does not steal bread from the mouths of labor. Neither does it oppress the children of labor. It encourages, and rewards the hard work and success of it's good citizens - mostly by leaving them alone - it does not overly manipulate, or unduly regulate, the private sector. It does not impress it's people into a deplorable system of dependent servitude, it frees them to pursue their natural propensity for success, it encourages them to achieve, to excel, it does not impede their progress or stifle their initiative, it protects them and their hard won affluence. Good government procures, and maintains, equality of opportunity, in education, and in all endeavors of society, for the common good of it's people.
Good government, with wisdom and forethought, practices social, physical and moral responsibility. The policies and initiatives of good government are logical, workable and affordable. It will maintain a social conscience of prudence and thrift, it will balance it's budgets, reduce it's deficits, minimize and honor it's debts. It will manage the public assets, openly and honestly, in such a manner that will strengthen and honor the public trust. When there are legitimate surpluses, it will return the benefit of those surpluses to the hard working productive people from whence it came. The simplest, wisest, most economically prudent means of accomplishing this is to quickly, effectively lessen the tax burdens of all citizens. In good government there is no taxation without legitimate justification.
Good government does not segregate it's people into opposing factions, it does not stir up strife and enmity between various groups of it's citizens, it does not promote contention among the economic, social, religious or secular classes. Good government does not disparage it's own people. It lifts them up by good example and good leadership to aspire to that "MORE PERFECT UNION, WHERE THE BLESSINGS OF GOD FALL AS RIGHTEOUS RAIN, AND THE TREES OF JUSTICE, LIBERTY, AND LIFE FLOURISH UPON THE GOOD LAND".
Good government is a good neighbor to other peoples and other nations. Protecting it's own, defending it's friends, standing strong and firm against it's enemies, it's goodness and justness are established at home - then spread abroad to promote peace and prosperity among all peoples.
All this is the doctrine of good government, all this that is necessary to close, and preserve, the circle of our felicities, our highest happiness.
In these United States of America today, there is no doubt that we need a reformation of good government. But the question is, who is responsible? The answer is, good citizen, look in the mirror, you are responsible!
In this great and mighty democratic republic of representative government, the ultimate authority, and responsibility, to govern rightly and justly will always rest squarely upon the shoulders of we the people. For every right we claim we must realize a responsibility, for every liberty we enjoy we must shoulder an obligation. We will have the government that we deserve, and it will be no better than we are.
We the people must not commit the sins of ignorance, apathy, complacency, and mediocrity. We must not be deceived by those liars, hypocrites, and demagogues who seek to reinterpret and redefine, reinvent and disparage, defame and demoralize the good and just heritage of our nation. They are fear mongers, race bait-ERs, and befoul-ERs of truth, they preach and teach pseudo philosophies, pseudo sciences, and pseudo theologies. They seek to divide, decimate, and discourage the good will of the common people, to burden the people with ever increasing taxation, to bury the people under mountains of illegitimate legislation, and intrusive regulation, to exempt themselves, to set themselves up as the elect, to rule over us "ignorant" people with their hateful pseudo government of elitist apartheid.
By such sins and sinners as those listed above, the blood, sweat, and tears of our forbears will be desecrated. By such degradation, great and mighty republics of the past have fallen - we are not immune to that degradation. Good citizen, it is our righteous responsibility, our sacred obligation to ourselves, our heritage, and our posterity to overcome and defeat the liar, the hypocrite, and the demagogue in the present day social wars of ideals and precepts.
Our greatest and best hope in this regards is to effect a reformation of good government under the authority and the responsibility of the God given conscience and the good common sense of the people's majority.
The first step, good citizen, in this reformation is to obtain for yourself and your family a true copy of the Constitution of the United States of America, it's articles and amendments. You must read it and understand it, you need not memorize it, but you must know it. It is the gospel of our rights and liberties, the secular bible of our national conscience, the foundation of our good, and limited, government. It says what it means and it means what it says. You must teach it to your children - those of the elitist apartheid will not teach it - indeed, they seek to subvert it, but you must not let them succeed. You can not uphold, you can not protect, you can not defend that which you do not know. As you love this nation and your freedoms you must do this, and you must give this inheritance to your children. Keep your constitutional bible handy to refute the baseless arguments of your enemies, the enemies of our hopes, our liberties, our highest ideologies - the enemies of our good nation.
The second step in this reformation of good government is to practice your rights and obligations in the democratic process of electoral government. You must do this on the federal, state, and local levels of government. Once again register to vote: reaffirm your oath to uphold, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States of America against all enemies foreign or domestic. Affiliate yourself with those in the political process who are truly striving for the restoration of good government (listen to what they say, but watch and see what they do, and judge them by the good "fruits" the good things they cause to grow and prosper). Consider the candidates accordingly, evaluate them by the ultimate test; their adherence to the constitutional truth of good, and just, and limited government. Then, good citizen, vote your God given conscience and your good common sense. Republican democracy of representative government, unpracticed by the majority of the people, can, and will, deteriorate into a tyranny of the few over the many - the opposite of good, righteous government, the opposite of our good, just heritage.
The third step on this road of many steps toward our ultimate goal of good and just and limited government is this; picking up that torch we must never put it down. We carry that light by living as good citizens, daily, without ignorance or apathy, fearlessly, we must seek out and lift up the light of truth. As our forebears did, we must pledge our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor to establish, and maintain, that which is just, and right, and good. All this. "We the people" must do for America, for ourselves and our children, for our neighbor and our neighbor's children, for the good benefit of this generation and generations to come. As God has given us the awareness to conceive it. may he also give us the wisdom, the knowledge, and the understanding to achieve it. May it be said of us. that we the people aspire to divine truth and Godly justice, with real charity of altruistic love for all humanity.
One more thing, good citizen, that we should consider for the success of this reformation, for the ultimate good of our nation; Consider the color of your skin. It is the same color as my skin, the same color as your neighbor's skin. It is not red or yellow, it is not brown, black or white - the color of your skin is the color of humanity, we are all people of that color and the shade of that color is meaningless before truth, justice, and the righteousness of the common good. We must not listen to the false preachers and false teachers of hate and dissension. They sow the seeds of fear, mistrust, and degradation. With self righteous greed and deplorable hypocrisy, they seek to disparage the good citizens, and this good nation - they serve the pseudo government of elitist apartheid - they truly fear We the people with our God given conscience and our good common sense. Their fears are justified, they know for a fact that good citizens make good government - good government that will prosper and preserve a nation, a nation that truly strives for truth, justice, and the righteousness of human liberties and freedoms, a nation that does not consider, or reward, the liar, the hypocrite, or the demagogue.

Now we will leave you with a song, a new song for a new reformation. Keep it in your heart, your soul, and your mind. Teach it to your children, believe in yourself and the ultimate power of goodness. Trust in God, the Holy One of All Creation, who still directs the affairs of men, who will ultimately draw all humanity to the eternal light of truth. "And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more."
"Little children of God, if you have ears to hear, hear the truth: if you have eyes to see, see the light."

THE TREE OF LIBERTY
I lay down beneath the tree of liberty, I closed my eyes, I started to dream
I washed my hands in the blood flowing all around
Somebody said these roots grow deep, this soil is rich, this ground is sweet
But now I'm a wonder 'n why the leaves fall down
Those old white men are preach' n at me, what are they doing, here in my dream
Why do they bow and pray, for a revelation
Look at our children dying on the street, look in their eyes, are they finally free
I think that there just might be, another revolution
Somebody tell me won't you tell me the truth, is it me, or is it you
Why do we spill this blood, if it isn't for freedom
Red and yellow brown black and white, children of Love, when will you walk in the light
When will you give your soul, to this sweet salvation
I woke up this morning and I couldn't believe, where is our hope, where is our dream
There're burning the Book of Love, and the Constitution
(and I said hey! hey! hey! hey!, hey! hey! hey!, hey!, what's going on!)

Stephen

REFERENCES: George Washington, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, Abraham Lincoln, Teddy Roosevelt, Jack Kennedy, Ronald Reagan, Martin Luther King Jr., Isaiah, Jesus Christ.

I Infidel

2004-10-31T11:16:00.000-08:00

I Infidel, a simple and humble plebeian
A man of peace, of faith, hope, and love
Least among the poets of the living God
Even if I should stand alone, I Infidel
Spit with disgust in the face of all terrorists
You are unfit to be called human, who are
blood sucking vermin
You are worse than carrion eating jackals
or filthy scavenging dogs
May you choke in your own vomit of hate
May you rot on the dung heaps of Hades
May you fester in the sewers of Hell
May the stench of your carcasses draw the eagles together
And the odious vapor of your abomination rise up forever
an omen, a warning to all of your kind - terrorist
May your dead, demonic souls be forever savaged
by the demons of darkness from whence you came
Inhuman bastards... accursed by God and Man... terrorist!

The Ballad of George W

2004-10-31T09:42:00.000-08:00

(Can be sung to the tune of Tex Ritter's "High Noon")

Do not forsake me oh my darling, on this fair November day
For I must face all those who hate us, or lay a coward in my grave
Do not forsake me oh my darling, I made my vow I won't look back
I'll do my best for this great nation, in spite of lying democrats

As the sun stands high, I'll defend the bill of rights
No matter what those lesser men my say
With this badge and this gun, and some good republicans
Together we'll defend the U.S.A.

Do not forsake me oh my darling, on this grand November day
No terrorists will I ever pardon, each murderer will have to pay
Do not forsake me oh my darling, I gave my word and here I'll stand
Against the evils of oppression, for liberty in this blessed land

As the sun stands high, I'll defend our human rights
No matter what those Taliban may say
With this badge and this gun, and some good republicans
Together we'll defend the U.S.A.

We need some volunteers, a posse of loyal American Citizens. We need hard working, dedicated Public Servants in the United States House and Senate; strong Governors, and capable Representatives in State Houses all across this land. We need conformation of judicial appointments, men and women of sound mind to make sound judgments in the high courts of our nation. So go to the polls in November and vote with your God given conscience, and your good common sense. As long as I am High Sheriff I will do my part and lead you in the American way; in Truth, and Liberty, and Justice. With your support, good citizens, we will defeat all of our enemies, and we will make this decade one of the greatest in the history of the United States of America.
Yours Truly; High Sheriff and Public Servant, George W.

Copyright SunShine Dixieland Company 2003

Nine, Eleven/Who Must We Blame?

2004-10-24T15:35:00.000-07:00

September 2002

On September the eleventh of last year, beyond all reasonable doubt, the government of the United States of America failed to provide for the common defense. Our government miserably, completely, failed to protect the lives, and properties, of thousands of unsuspecting, helpless American citizens. The horrible images of that day's deplorable death and destruction will remain in the hearts, and souls, and minds of many Americans for many generations hence. And yes, we Americans must know who is responsible among us, directly or indirectly, for this grossest of failures in the government of We the People. We must know, so that we may, if humanly possible, prevent such a terrible, disgraceful, human tragedy from ever occurring again. Never again on our watch, America!
Ultimately, we Americans need look no further than the mirrors in our homes to find someone to bear the tremendous burden of blame for this tragic failure. The buck stops here, on the doorsteps of We the People.
In this democratic republic of representative government the ultimate authority, and responsibility, to govern rightly, and justly, must always rest squarely upon the shoulders of We the People. Regardless of whether or not we participate (or fail to participate) in the electoral process, We the People of America choose our government. If we exercise our right to vote, we have a voice in that choosing. If we do not, we allow others to choose for us; none the less, a choice is made. Over the past several decades we have obviously chosen poorly.
It has recently come to light that credible evidence of our enemies plans to high jack commercial airliners, and use them as weapons of mass destruction, was known to some individuals within various federal agencies as early as the summer of 1995. Although briefings were given, and the information was shared with key government officials in both the executive, and legislative branches of government, obviously, those entrusted, empowered, and charged with the duty of protecting this nation, and her peoples, miserably failed to take appropriate, effective action. Too little, too late is all that can be said of our governments anti-terrorist policies and initiatives before the tragedy of Nine, Eleven.
This damning information has been lost for months (years) within an inept, and failed, federal system - a system which We the People have created by electing, and reelecting, year after year, pseudo public servants; individuals of the body politic whose morals, and ethics, are nothing more than a matter of expedience; whose powers, and influence, are for sale to the highest bidders of selected interests - those who have the money to play their high-stakes games.
The information was lost within the administration of a former president who can best be described as a moral reprobate - one whose carnal lusts, and popular persona, was more important (at least to him) than the well being of his people and his nation. A president who We the People elected twice. The majority of us elected him by not voting. Democracy by default can lead to a deplorable state of existence; living among the dredging from the sewers of demagoguery - clintonism has proven that fact.
The information was lost among the august committees of the House, and the Senate; lost among the bickering, back-stabbing, salacious slandering, and deplorable political malice of our elected law makers -those neo-patriots who sang "God Bless America" in sacrificial mode (to calm their public) after the fact. Our venerable congress, who would save our government (themselves) at all cost, by taking refuge in their bomb proof shelters while policemen, firemen, military personnel, and private citizens charged into towering infernos of certain death, fought with terrorists on flights of doom, and otherwise, without hesitation, made heroic, Herculean efforts to save the lives of fellow human beings. No greater love has mortal man than to lay down his life for another.
The information was lost in the miscommunications of multiple federal agencies; lost among the shadowy realms of our government's paramilitaries, whose covert, and overt, failures are legendary; lost among the neo-federal politia whose intelligence gathering capabilities are (supposedly) second to none in the world - the FBI, the CIA, the INS, the SS, the BATF, the BP, etc., etc., etc.
The information was lost in the convoluted, and crippled, federal judiciary whose miss-aligned, "liberal" interpretations of constitutional law (under the guise of protecting civil liberties) actually hinders, and many times prevents, the arrest and deportation of foreign nationals and "illegals" who are known (or suspected) terrorists.
The information was lost, and the list of those to blame is enormous, but ultimately, rightly, the final blame, the true burden of responsibility must be borne upon the strong backs, and shoulders, of We the People. We have enabled this neo-federalism of monstrous unlimited government to fail us - We have elected the government that we deserve, the government of our choice is no better than we have demanded it to be. Our apathy, complacency, and mediocrity in the field of self-government has shed much innocent blood upon the precious soil of America.
There is now much more hallowed, consecrated, blood-washed ground in America; in New York, in Washington DC., in Pennsylvania. We can not dedicate, we can not consecrate, more than they; who have hallowed this ground by their ultimate sacrifices... But we can preserve and protect that which they have bought so dearly.
We must remember Nine, Eleven. We must remember and demand fundamental changes for the better in the government of We the People. We must demand a reformation of good, and limited, and logical government; a return to the foundations, and moral strengths, contained in the Constitution of the United States of America, its articles, and amendments. We cannot uphold, we cannot defend, we cannot protect that which we do not know! Remember Nine, Eleven - obtain a copy of the Constitution; read it, study it, strive to understand it, discuss it with others, teach it to your families, live by it... and for it... which is essential for the preservation of America.
Remember Nine, Eleven - call, or write, your congressmen and senators; tell them that we can not tolerate "business as usual", tell them that we expect them to lay aside all political malice, to refrain from indulging themselves in Machiavellian, personal, political interests. Tell them that we expect them to stand up, with good guts and gumption, and lead us (as they were elected to do) with moral integrity, with logical, rational, precepts, with real self-sacrifice of real public servants truly striving for the common good of our nation. Tell them that if they do not rise to the occasion of our real, and urgent, national need, that We the People will vote them out in November, and replace them with men, and women, who can get the job done! We are engaged in a struggle for our national survival, we cannot tolerate mediocrity... not in ourselves... most certainly not in our leadership.
Remember Nine, Eleven... Register to vote... Shoulder your civic Obligations, and Responsibilities... Practice your Rights, and Liberties... Swear again your oath to Uphold, Protect, and Defend the Constitution of the United States of America against All Enemies. Foreign and Domestic!
Remember Nine, Eleven... Do not fail to go to the polls in November... Do not fail to vote with you God-given conscience, and your good common sense... Do not fail to protect the hallowed, and consecrated ground... Do not fail now, where we have failed in the past, in performing the duties of individual citizens in this government of the people, by the people, for the people... In the words of a far, far better man than we, one who We the People failed to protect, "LETS ROLL!"

We must remember Nine, Eleven
Most infamous day beneath God's heaven
When We the People failed to see
The rising terror of tyranny
Until its rage rained from the skies
Until our people lost their lives
Until destruction fell on our shore
And evil abominations shattered...
... our precious, golden door...
If there lives hope beneath God's heaven
We must remember... Nine, Eleven.

Christmas Letter From Broken Arrow

2004-10-24T13:52:00.000-07:00

Dear US Soldier,

THANK YOU! With all of our hearts, WE THANK YOU!

Your friends, your family, and your Nation are forever

indebted to you. 

Your commitment, your service, and your sacrifices are

the true example of honor -- and the hope of all

humanity.

You, and your fellows, are the sword and the shield,

the strength that stands between us and the

degradations of war, between the people of peace and

the terror that strikes out from the darkness of

inhuman hate.

No greater love has mankind seen than this love you

have given us. As you stand in the valley of the

shadow of death, so that we may have hope of life in

freedom and peace, we return this love to you with all

the strength of our hearts and our souls.  We pray

that the True God of Peace and Love will keep you and

protect you -- and bring you home safely to us.

When your days of fighting or over,

When your nights of terror are done,

Come home to us dear soldier,

   Come home and live,

With us, in the land of the sun.

We who love you, salute you,

From Broken Arrow Oklahoma,

From all the USA.

--- HamptonLJ1@aol.com wrote:

> Hey Steve,

> I have a request for you.  The mother's from Caleb's

> military unit are

> sending boxes over to the troops for Christmas.  The

> deadline to ship is November

> 13.  Since you write so eloquently about soldiers, I

> was wandering if you would

> write something for us to send in the boxes.

>

> He's in the 2/24th Marines.  There are only about 50

> guys from Broken Arrow,

> Oklahoma.  The main unit is in Chicago, Illinois. 

>

> If you don't have time, I understand.

>

> Love,

> Laura

>

2004-10-24T13:42:00.000-07:00

Stephen Wayne 2002