Sam I Am

Two For Your Heart

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Kinds of Paths

Kinds of Paths

We all are born unknowing

We all have many questions

All look for answers, and strive through our lives

As best we can

Humans are pretty dumb creatures sometimes

And so try as we might

We've only come up with two ways

For finding our way across the land

There are those who follow trails blazed for them

Then there's individuals who strike out by themselves

Making their own paths across the sand

Followers always find a hero

Like Jesus, Mohammad, or Buddha

They listen to his words very carefully

And try to follow his lead as best they can

Individuals follow only themselves

Are very stubborn, question everything

And listen to only to advice of their choosing

Whenever, and from wherever it happens to land

I've known lots of individuals and followers alike

Individuals faults are many and varied

Followers almost always only have two

They always have too much faith in what some other guy once said

And they always believe their hero was something more than just a man

Individuals doubt practically everything but their own right to choose

Followers sometimes resent it if you doubt their hero

And always doubt most, their ability to decide what to do

Often no love is lost

Between those who take different kinds of paths

Followers think irreverence is improper

While individuals find devotion irritating

Better that each should treat the other

Like fans of a different baseball team

Because the only real difference between them

Is what they aim their doubt at

And how many different kinds of advice they listen to

Now, I've always been my own kind of man

And if you were to ask me,

I would just have to say:

Strive always to be an individual

Summon the faith that you can find your own path

Follow only yourself

Find wise words wherever you can

And if ever we should meet

With a grin and a shake of the hand

I'll say “You know, I think your leader is quite an individual

He is a wise, wise man”

If you insist on following a blazer of paths

I suggest you follow my good friend, Prophet Hank

Hank is Gods brothers second cousin twice removed

Right next to Jesus and Buddha

He's got a seat at Gods dinner table

And when it's time for desert, he always gets first dibs

On Gods special peach-schnapps pie

He's got Gods word all written down

On platinum plates

Inscribed with a silver pen

He's got a nine point plan

That will turn you into an uber-man

Follow it faithfully

And pretty soon you'll feel pure bliss

All Tuesday morning and every Friday afternoon

To top it all off, I've personally seen him

Wave around incense

Right up there with the best of them

Dewey Dirks

Heaven and Earth

Heaven and Earth

Some say heaven is high above us

and hell lies far below.

Some say that life for most is hell in a hand basket

but that for a few it’s pure bliss.

Some say earth is the land of labor

where day by day we all break our backs.

But you know, life is a long, long walk

with more than one place to go

and more than one place to stop.

What you get back

has a lot to do with what you put in.

And what we think we see

can be a tricky thing

because life is inside of you

and outside at the same time.

Life is trouble for each of us

some of the time

but little bits of heaven

touch us all every day

in the smiles of strangers

in the touch of your lover

in the eyes of a child

in jokes from a friend

in the purr of your cat

in the wag of a dogs tail

where the love you give out

is the love you get back.

Now, those bits of heaven

that you have every day

can carry you through a lifetime

like a river flowing out to the sea.

But don’t hold on too tightly

as the moments pass by.

Love and happiness

enjoyed for a moment then released

return to visit

more than once each day.

The roads we take

can be a hard, winding ride.

We all know

what this old world can do.

If you loose your way

just hold a newborn babe in your hands.

Little bits of life

spread all around five minutes at a time

grow into eighty years of good memories

like a great field of cool green grass

stretching out across the long years behind.

Dewey Dirks

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Judgments

One Person At A Time

More Than It Seems

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Silent Running

Education and Don't Know Much

The Gift Beetle

Atomic Pub #6

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Giving And Receiving

Unteach Yourself

The Sacred Dance

On The Long Road

Artists Everyone

Souls

Questions

Remember

Three-Thirty

Whispers

Sapphire Dragon

The Sapphire Dragon

Of muses the ancients
knew only nine
while wise Shakespeare
knew of a tenth
though truth be known
there are many more
but most remain hidden
from the minds of men
Here now comes the tale
of the old and wise
Sapphire Dragon
a muse of great heart
and kindness to all mankind

Now, dragons come and go
There are dragons wise
and dragons foolish
but it's said
the most foolish dragon
is still wiser than most men
There are dragons in the air,
and on the ground,
and dragons beneath the sea
Dragons made of flesh and bone
dragons of ice and fire
dragons of water
dragons of brown earth and stone
dragons of light
and dragons made out of nothing at all
Some dragons are always up to mayhem
Some dragons
don't concern themselves
with man at all
still others are very kind and help men
these we call muses and memes


Many thousands long years ago
in a time now lost to our memories
man was like every other creature
on our planet
we could feel
the divine heartbeat of life
and we could hear the great song
all the universe sings as one

Then a terrible illness befell our species
and man alone among life on earth
became deaf to the grand music
that surrounds us all
Soon too we lost our ability
to talk to other animals
and feel in our mortal hearts and minds
the song of our own eternal souls

Blind to the flow of life
men began to fear and hunt dragons
and like other creatures when they are sick,
we started the bad habit of destroying
our own homes in the forests and savannas
and bringing much mayhem
to the land and creatures around us

A great council was called
among the wisest dragons
to see what could done
to cure humans of our strange illness
and restore us to harmony with all life
It was resolved among the council
to teach man new ways of living,
new ways of thinking,
new ways to look upon the world
in the hope that by our increasing
our knowledge man would once again
also discover true wisdom

Over many thousands of years
the great dragon muses
slowly taught men
writing, and mathematics,
science and philosophy,
to live in villages and cities,
to sow crops, create great art and music
and to form governments and religions


A very wise and ancient
dragon made of brilliant blue light
known simply as the Sapphire Dragon,
was given the task of teaching
man to hear once again
the great song of life

Dragons all know the secret of shape shifting
so, in 570 BC disguised as a beggar
the Sapphire Dragon went to China
where the Zhou Dynasty then ruled
He searched many years
for the most intelligent
human he could find
After much trouble and many adventures
he picked a young boy named Li Dan.

After revealing his true form
to his new student
and with young Li Dan upon his back,
the great Sapphire Dragon flew
to the Greek city states and again
searched for several years
teaching Li Dan all the while
the ways of the flow of life
After much time and many more adventures
he settled upon a young boy of wealth
from the city of Ephesus
named Heraclitus. 

Now with two students,
the Sapphire Dragon
and his young companions
retired to deep in the Ural mountains
where he taught them diligently
until they each were in their twenties
then he returned both of them
to their native lands
where they each taught
men of ancient wisdom
just as great Sapphire Dragon
had taught them. 

Li Dan came to be known as Lao Tzu
meaning 'old master'
After a lifetime of teaching
Lao Tzu, now a master librarian
in the imperial archives,
grew tired to the ways of men
and prepared to retire to the wilderness
in the west of China
As he was leaving the imperial city
a young guard at the gates named Yin Hse
recognized him and begged Lao Tzu
that he go with him as his student
After much time passed
now old and near death,
Lao Tzu gave Yin Hse a book
that summed up his wisdom
called the “Tao Te Ching” meaning
“The Way and The Virtue”
wherein he taught of the flow of life
which he called “Tao”meaning “The Way”

Meanwhile, in Asia Minor Heraclitus
also became a great and wise teacher
relating to his students
of the way of life
which in his tongue
he called “Logos” meaning “Formula”
He taught that Logos permeates all things
and steers the course of all existence
In his later years, like his old friend
Li Dan, Heraclitus grew weary
of the stubborn ways of men
and came to be known
as the weeping philosopher 

Much of what Heraclitus taught
has been lost to the sands of time
but Lao Tzu's book has weathered the years
and can still be found
upon the bookshelves of men
where it is considered to be
among the greatest books
ever written.

Dewey Dirks

Thank Life

A Thousand Moments

Compassion

Compassion

Once a man stood quietly

on a September street corner.

He held up a sign

that quoted Hippocrates,

It said, “The soul is the same

in all living creatures,

although the body of each

is different.”

As a woman walked by

she remarked,

“I agree completely!

Except the human race

is pretty disgusting

compared to the rest.”

“Dear woman,” said the man,

“If you don't condemn the Earth

and you don't condemn Earths

creatures, why then

do you condemn man alone?

All creatures, including man

are sons and daughters of

the same Mother Earth.

Like cats, we are curious.

Like dogs, we are loyal

to our allegiances.

Just as bees,

we are social creatures.

We sing like whales,

build metropolises like termites,

forge empires like ants,

and bury our dead

like prairie dogs.

Like many animals,

we have great compassion

for our young.

Like many creatures,

we stand by our chosen mates

to the death.

Look upon

your fellow humans

humanely and with compassion

and you soon

will begin to notice

compassion in others as well

Now, it's true,

there are a few people

who do terrible things

but remember, my friend,

someone wiser than I

once said that humanity

is a great ocean of life.

If a few drops are dirty

it doesn't

spoil the whole sea.”

Dewey Dirks

The Dreaming

The Dreaming

It's not the destination

that fills your heart

with sweet life

but the long journey there

It's not the creation

you adore

but the act of creating

that's important

Some say the ancients

knew this well

in a time long forgotten

It's not the sun

up in the sky

there to be worshiped

but the sunlight

given freely to all

that lends us life

It's not the dream you dream

that befriends your lonely heart

but the dreaming

Dewey Dirks

The Race To Take Flight

The Race to Take Flight

Connected, connected

Everything everywhere

is all connected

Human creativity and intelligence

is the process of recognizing

relevant connections between

ourselves and parts

of the world around us

In the end humans will become

a synthesis of

what we've made of our world

and of how Mother Earth reacts

While most of humanity slumbers

Rainforests around the globe

are being cut down

in the name of consumerism

Africa is being robbed blind

in the name of democracy

and reefs in oceans worldwide

die as human pollution raises

sea temperatures

In many places

people are killed, maimed and enslaved

in the name of the good

of a few who wallow in wealth

Where, dear friends

is the intelligence

in all of that?

Our behavior shows what

we really believe to be important

and if the only connections

we deem to be important

are those that can make us

more money

we'll all end up

living in big trash dumps

---no food, no place to raise our young

but we'll have all folding green cash

we can choke down

The future of humanity

is a race, my friends,

between human greed

for power, influence and money

and the awakening

of the human spirit

that instinctively knows

we all are brothers and sisters

of the same family

and sons and daughters

of the same little blue planet

They say, they say

great things spring late

They say

in order to fly

a bird must take off

against the wind

Our own lack of foresight,

our own ignorance,

and our own greed

are the steeped gusts against which

the human spirit

must take flight

Sleep in gentle kindness tonight

my friends

tomorrow will come soon enough

and it will be time

for humanity to fly

Dewey Dirks

Inconvenient Joy

Dear God

Dear God

Dear God,

As you know, I've never really prayed much

And probably won't start anytime soon.

I have wondered all my life

If you exist

And to this day

I still don't know with any great certainty

That you do or don't.

But fifty years and a few long, long roads

Have taught me one thing for sure

If you don't exist, you should.

And as the days roll on by

Both reason and emotion

Raise further for me

The likelihood that you do.

Just in case you do exist

I'd like to say

Thank you very much

For my life

And for the lives

Of my lady and our kids

I suspect all the religions

Are right about one notion---

Not even the smallest sparrow

Spreads a wing in joy or sorrow

Without you knowing.

And I'll tell you one more thing,

You certainly evolved

A whole lots of things extremely well

But I especially like

Those dogs and cats.

Dewey Dirks

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The giant blue sun occupied the entire span of sergeant Foster's gunboat cockpit window.  Its light cast an eerie white glow devoid of shadow about the interior of his ship.  Comfortable behind sun goggles, he absently sipped at the straw of his Tift-2 standard issue nutritional supplement.  His attention was directed not at the sun or its searing glow but at a large black oval blemish seemingly on its surface.  In stark contrast to the withering light of the sun, it was devoid of any light whatsoever.  Actually tens of millions of kilometers away from the suns aura, this was the space-time Lens he and two dozen other cavalry gunboats were assigned to monitor.  The Lens, one of over two hundred scattered around Pansenate territory, was designated S-355.  It facilitated deep space travel between the inner planets and the very edge of the Pansenate frontier.  Up-spin from the Lens, five days away at hyper-light speed was the border of Ganit territory.  A priceless piece of technology, the Lens represented Pansenate rule at the farthest reaches of civilization, and merited the cavalry’s close supervision of interstellar commerce through it.  S-355 was also a special subject of attention because it was located just days away from the Pansenate border instead of the more customary habit of putting lenses much deeper into Pansenate space.  Eighteen gunboats were arranged in a gauntlet leading away from the sun and Lens.  The remaining gunboats clustered in three nearby groups ready to pursue anyone foolish enough to challenge the gauntlet and lucky enough to escape it's many plasma cannon.

Suddenly, the dark interior of the Lens shimmered and sprang to life with the customary glowing maroon swirl pool of a time-shift wave.  In seconds, a large ship appeared traveling out of the wave, trailing the green and blue wake of a disrupted gravity field until it was well away from the Lens.  As suddenly as it appeared, the wave faded and the Lens returned to it's void rest. 

Sergeant Foster put down his drink and ran his finger down the arrival panel until he found the entry he sought. 

“Lafayette, approach checkpoint S-355 and transmit clearance number, cargo and destination”, he droned into his microphone.

The ship’s flat black composite armor sucked greedily at the suns bright glare, reflecting no light as it silently glided into the gauntlet.  This made its general silhouette, cockpit windows, weapons turrets and sensor enclosures very hard to distinguish at a distance.  The sergeant removed his sun goggles and squinted.  The Lafayette slowly drew near sergeants ship, coming to a full stop about 300 hundred meters away.  Now he could see it was a huge bulk freighter, a semi-truck of deep space.  This one lacked the bright logos and huge, happy, we’re-a-company-you-want-to-do-business-with slogans on it’s sides common to corporate liners.  It was the ship of a freelancer, an almost illegal rouge of the space lines.  Sgt. Foster made a mental note.  A summary transit authorization wouldn’t do for this fellow.  I’ll have to take a look at this guy with the scanner, he thought. 

A long, tall, narrow rectangular hull supported the ships main engines.  The supply bay, maintenance bay, and living area along with navigation, scanners and weapons were a collection of squat, boxy enclosures scattered about the hull forward of the engines.  A small shuttle bay was located below the cockpit on the underside of the angled nose.  The Lafayette was a little over one hundred meter’s long, able to carry 500 metric tons of cargo.  The frontier could be a very dangerous place and its many weapons turrets made it as deadly as any warship and warned all it was not a ship to deal with in deep space.  Two cargo rails extended from the underside of the hull on either side of the ship.  Theses carried four battered cargo pods, each sporting the faded green and red logo of the long dead Has-Tracts Frontier Corporation.  It was a beautiful ship in a sinister way, in spite of being over eighty years old.  As the Lafayette powered down, the sergeant noticed with mild curiosity, its five new 1200X Tele-Spax engines.

The ships pilot, Montana Taurus said into his headset, “Freighter Lafayette.  CL Number 2782.  Mining supplies headed for Ganit 03RY.”

 Sergeant Foster directed his interior scanner at the Lafayette.  He slowly examined the ship's cargo pods.  His display revealed nothing unusual. 

“Transit Authorization granted, have a safe trip”, he sneered.  Regretfully there was no reason to shake this one down.

Taurus said, “Thanks.  Catch you on the return trip.  Lafayette out.”

Taurus entered several navigation codes into the computer and activated the auto-pilot then he set the scanners on long range and opened the throttles before relaxing in his chair.  Nort, his mechanic and long time friend entered the cockpit and took the chair next to him. 

“Anything notable about the checkpoint?” asked Nort.

“No trouble.  The jammers did the job.  You know, Hajkin electronics are magicians at hiding things.” 

The Lafayettes clandestine cargo consisted of tons of heavy weapons destined for 03RY, a recently settled Ganit colony currently being fought over by two powerful Ganit government clans, the Farsei and the Bondov.  Intended for the Farsei, the weapons would allow the Ganit to better indulge their favorite pastime, namely blowing each other to oblivion during the course of their endlessly convoluted squabbles. 

Nort nodded his agreement on the effectiveness of jammers as he accessed the engineering computer to check on the engines. 

“Everything’s working fine”, he said after studying the display. 

“Keep an eye on the coupler temperature on three and five.  I’m not sure we’ve got computer handling it right yet”, said Taurus. 

“OK.” 

Nort looked at the young Human sitting next to him.  The spindly child he'd known since he was two had grown into a formidable man much like his father.  Taurus was tall and slender but sinewy with taunt muscle.  His face was a collection of etched angles with a narrow chin and high cheekbones broken on the left side by a long, ragged scar.  He was quick to smile but a dangerous spark in his manner let all know that when humor left him he wasn't one you would want to stand in the way of.  His clothes reflected the covert nature of his profession.  Taurus wore an unassuming baggy dark green shirt and loose black pants but hidden within their many folds were the paraphernalia of a gunrunner; throwing disks, knifes, an emergency med pack, several small grenades, a backup pistol and a tiny comm-unit transceiver.  Around his waist hung the massive magnetico-combustion, or MC pistol Nort had constructed for him.  Longer, heavier and much deadlier than the particle weapons preferred by most on the frontier, it could pierce even heavy body armor.  Many foes had experienced unpleasant and painful surprise as their final emotion because of that pistol. 

A pang of sadness ran through Nort as he remembered that the MC pistol he'd made Taurus's father Kerry had failed to save him at the Bav Nebula when he was double crossed by the Sakti.  When Nort found him, Kerry was mortally wounded and barely conscious.  His last concerns were about his son.  Before he died, he asked Nort to watch after Taurus.  Nort honored Kerry with a warriors last rites after the manner of his people and made good his promise to remain Taurus's companion.  Just sixteen, Kerry's death hardened Taurus into a man.  Taurus swore revenge and saw his vow to its end before he turned eighteen. 

As his father before him, Taurus cared little for the mediocre order and insulated existence of the inner worlds.  Taurus’ mother had died of illness not long after Taurus was born; save Nort, he had no ties to attend, so he remained on the frontier to drift among the subject worlds of the mighty Pansenate.  After a time he took up gunrunning, an extremely risky but very profitable profession that fulfilled Taurus’ sense of adventure and allowed him to indulge with state of the art technology his most coveted possession, the Lafayette. 

 “What're you so thoughtful about?” asked Taurus noticing Nort’s scrutiny. 

Nort just smiled and returned his attention to the engineering panel, “These new engines-- they’re efficient.  I think maybe you managed a good deal”, he joked. 

“Deal?” huffed Taurus, “You know what price I got'em at.” 

Nort chuckled, “It’s always money, isn’t it?” 

Taurus didn't bother to answer.  Neither man was very concerned with it but it remained that Nort had little use for money and believed all humans, including Taurus, concerned themselves with it too much and too often.  The two lapsed into a comfortable silence as was the custom for the two old friends contented with each others company. 

The pair attended to ships functions for a while then Taurus turned on the Pansenate Issue-Computer.  Taurus scanned the display as items up for vote were listed.  Nort soon followed suit on a similar display beside his seat.

For Humans the Pansenate was a true democracy.  Instead of elective representation, every Human in the Pansenate was a member of its ruling body, the Senate, and had a vote.  Gone was the apathy of the ancient republics.  Everyone was a political activist, each citizen was a potential diplomat, all high and low were politicians, everyone was a lobbyist.  All Humanity took an active role in the day to day activities of the empire and all belonged to one or more of the numerous political parties.  The executive branch of the government was headed by a thirteen member Politburo elected by the  Pansenate to a ten year term. 

Humans were very proud of their democracy.  Indeed, many could be called arrogant about it.  Unfortunately political power was extended only to Humans.  The subject worlds were represented in the Senate by native delegations but they had no voting power.  The “best interests” of the scores of non-Human species in the Pansenate were made by officials appointed by Humans.  Still, much of Humanity saw their government as vastly superior to the military complex that ruled the Tone Empire or the to the Mafia Clans that ran the Ganit.  Taurus counted himself among the minority who told themselves they knew better.  It was some in this minority who looked out for the subject worlds and kept life for the luckiest of the conquered somewhere near acceptable.  Sadly, even with the aid of concerned benefactors life was pathetic for many species, especially on those worlds of high economic import to the Pansenate.  Humans were known for their ruthless exploitation of planets where e-bills could be made or that were unfortunate enough to have some exceptional technological value, such as Nort’s home world, Maharl.    

The issues scrolled past on Taurus’s display.  ‘Inggar Colonization Act’, ‘Funding for Nikon Class Destroyer Procurement’, ‘Poco Flour Import Allotments’, ‘Holbard Immigration Act’. 

Each issue had links to the wording of the legislation, various lobby dissertations, promoting arguments, opposition arguments, statistics, and speeches by concerned Senators.  Each man stopped his display occasionally to examine a topic in greater depth, skipping the issues he wasn’t particularly interested in. 

Taurus stopped the readout as the ‘Shi-Arik’A  Export Agreement’ crossed his screen and called it up. 

“Well hell.  They’re trying rape Shi-Arik’A.  Another world’s gonna bite the dust.” 

Nort glanced at Taurus and keyed in a request on his terminal for the details of the Act.  Taurus shared his voting power freely with Nort.  Indeed, Nort made the decision on a vote as often as often as Taurus did. 

“They want to drain the Fal Sea there and export it for its high mineral content”, Nort said in disgust.  He called up statistics,  “Second largest inland sea on the planet.  Damn, it’ll leave hardly any water reserves.  Devastate global weather too, I imagine.  I wonder if the bill can be blocked”, he pondered. 

“Let’s see”, said Taurus examining the display for lobbyist’s and parties for and against, “Well, looks like it’ll be a close call.  We’ll have to keep an eye on it.  Maybe we can help if we call in a favor or two.  I don’t know if we can do any good but well give it a shot.” 

He thought a moment then scrolled the display back.  He stopped the screen at ‘Poco Flour Import Allotments’.  Poco Flour was one of the Ganit’s major exports to the Pansenate.

“You know, we might be able to come up with something over this Poco Flour legislation.  He looked through list of parties opposing and promoting the issue and then at the list of concerned Senators.” 

“See anything?” asked Nort. 

“Well”, Taurus replied, “I see Dr. Klein Araman of the Lockery Party is singing up for it. 

“We can work with him.  He certainly was grateful for the work you did on Allbright for the Lockery’s.”  

“Yea.  I’ll send him a message offering our services.” 

“Are you going to tell him about the Shi-Arik’A legislation now or wait for a reply” 

“Now.  No use batting around the about it.  I’ll make it a stipulation for our offer to help.” 

“Good."

Taurus turned to the long range comm display and keyed in a message.

Hmmm, said Taurus, “Says here the Lockery’s are still using KR-176 encryption.  I thought there were security issues about that method.” 

“Yea, so did I, but you know the inner worlds don’t pay as much attention to encryption as we do out here.” 

“Well, hell.  If we want to talk to them we have to use it.”  Taurus turned back to the comm unit and sent the message off.  

He and Nort were soon back studying current issues and legislation.  Several hours passed before they finished.  The day wore on as the Lafayette traveled at hyperlight speed towards Ganit territory.  After a time Nort left the cockpit for his machine shop in the depths of the ship.  Taurus busied himself attending to the ships needs for a while then retired to his quarters. 

Late the next day the Nort was sitting in the ships small galley sipping Fas tea from his home world.  Presently Taurus walked in carrying a small box.  Imprinted on it’s top in blue stylized lettering was the word ‘Intel’.  Taurus sat down and opened the box.  Inside were four small black cubes each about 3cm across.  He began to inspect each one. 

Nort glanced at the box.  “Your new processors?” he asked..... 

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Congratulaions America!

Yesterday two extremely important milestones were reached around the nation in the name of genuine social progress. First, America has now elected a black President not once but twice. Even fifteen years ago, this would have been considered an impossibility. It reflects the huge strides against racism our country has made over the last eighty years. Second, three states decriminalized marijuana. Washington and Colorado legalized it outright while Massachusetts legalized it for medicinal use. Once again, even fifteen years ago this would have been considered impossible. It represents a huge step in the direction of addressing drug use as a social issue instead of a criminal one. As a people we owe ourselves a hearty congratulations for making long overdue progress on issues that all of us face as a society. Congratulations America!

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