“Everything I did in my life that was worthwhile I caught hell for.” ~ Earl Warren.
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Truth, I had to Google Earl Warren. I know, it is a Wiki link and I’m a pseudo-librarian, but, sometimes the information is okay. We shall bank that 80 percent of it is accurate and roll.
The irony of the Warren quote, which is on the tea tab I’m currently sipping (grand life I live on Vday evening); is Warren’s decisions while on the Supreme Court were monumental, regarding due process and defendants’ rights.**
Albeit, this illustration I speak is a far abstraction of meant legislation, but a clear parallel to a person’s rights to be upheld, holds.
A picture bleeds in my head: “You want the truth? You couldn’t handle the truth!” Nicholson, so righteous in uniform; looking viper ready to strike.
Truth, she is a mystery for some; a compass for others. Truth truly remains my true north; a guide whenever the fog hangs over. It isn’t that I’m holy (a sailor may blush round me if I’ve a round or two and feeling sprightly.) I’ve just played truth and consequences in youth, and learned a very difficult lesson. Today, I error on the side of honesty, always.
That is why it was very hard to be taken out clean; words wrung, truncated; a burial without my due process. Don’t believe that evil empires only are built in buildings where Brooks Brothers smile at each other.
My innocent omission has boiled me clean. It seems that exposed bones are not enough, either; we must now drain the marrow with sharpened teeth.
Can one still be a libraryscene, if the scene changes?
The environment is changing fast. The cannon ball shot; a bull’s eye set; and the walking target, she’s just the underling whom peasants adore, but generals abhor. One can run for cover, but as Joan said to her captors, I shall not omit what I don’t believe.
Amused; did I not just quote dear Shakespeare regarding this stage of ours?
The set has been cleared of its props; cartoons removed; funny bits banished; and even dried floral, round binned. There is a silence around this cube; it is cream coloured vibe wishing waves of calm.
What do we do when the world tilts us off our axis; shakes us? Do we finally speak the truth that no one wishes to hear, especially our own ears?
The chess set has been re-checked over the years, so that pawns remain little balls, that is all. The horse runs around headless, running amuck and into the rook. The castle sits upon the horizon whilst the Queen looks down her crown.
Games people play in love; in life. We all smile; tilting our hat at the passing fancy, and cin-cin our glass with relief; glad the drama isn’t about us. Lost; where’s integrity hanging these days; hidden beneath layers of wild figures and ugly sighs.
What do we get? What we give. I regret to say I’m guilty of one thing: not taking a risk, in me; to breathe, again.
Perhaps Warren should paint my fifteenth day’s dream; I see reds and golds within a coppery light! Hellish flames blazing a trail that will be worthy, sans regret.
What say you: Did you ever test the flames to reach the stars?
**He also paved the way for the end of segregated schools; reapportionment; and school prayer.
