Deep blue seas where there appears to be no bottom. Deep dark places where life exist against all odds. Flowing white wave crest where Dolphins and Whales dance from beneath the depths. Moments of quiet and calm, followed by a tempest rage. The sea is both life giving and unforgiving. We do not fully understand what the Ocean is, yet we refuse to give it the respect that it is due. We take from it, but what do we really give. We use it but do not show kindness in return. How long can we live like this, what will we be our end. The Ocean is a divine gift, perhaps we would do better to treat it as such.

Unwashed masses lay waste to the streets, while the elite in their Ivory towers drink and celebrate. At last the day has come, anarchy reigns. Enough social engineers have pulled enough emotional levers so that now the fabric has come undone. Hoards howl like barbarians at the gate as the intellectuals wait behind high walls in their gilded cages. At some point the believe the rabble will fall in line, then they will take over and redesign things as they should be. In their disillusionment the rich and powerful wait. Holding on to their ideals of social purity, all the while Rome burns. What they did not count on is that when the dust settles, who will be left to buy with their silver and gold. Who will be there to do their bidding. The ones who are destroying the fabric of what was are also killing those who built all that has been. So when the final fire is out and the last howl is heard and the rich elite emerge from their high points of view, who then will be left to carry out their plans?

My eyes are dry and my soul is empty. I weep until the ground is white with salt. Perhaps it would be better if I could drown in my own sorrow. Perhaps if I could remove my emotions, then I would be as the dead. Where ever I go I bring sorrow. I can even darken the Sun. So I will go and find a place of seclusion and there in the dark I will weep. Then the tears that I cry will harm no one but myself and perhaps if I am alone I will simply fade away.

Long ago in foreign lands, I stood quietly with a gun in my hands. In the midnight hour I walked the line. I watched the horizon for trouble from the sea. I was far away from my loved ones, as far as one could be. In places where I did not belong, I went to answer duties call. I was part of a greater good, one among many. I did not complain, for I had raised my hand. I was willing to pay freedoms debt, no matter what the cost. Where others now walk I once stood. I stood the watch and answered freedoms call.

If tomorrow we withdrew and called our soldiers and sailors home. If we pulled back all of our boots on the ground and left the world to fend for itself. Would there be parades in our streets, but weeping abroad? Our young and brave would be home for the holidays. Would the world truly miss us or breathe a sigh of relief that we had gone home? How would those who protest us feel, if they were left to the hand of tyrants and murderers when all of our troops came home?

The stars shine in a cloudless sky, as the earth turns. People sleep in peace as our fighter jets fly and our satellites keep watch in the night. Ships sit on the horizon as the watch changes unnoticed. Children dream under the stars and stripes in many lands, because our soldiers are at the gates. A world waits for dawn so that sleepy eyes can wake. People go out to play and children don't have to worry. A silent night watch was kept by America on land, sea and in the skies.

The world is filled with chaos, reality has been torn up at the seems. There is an aching for change, but the old paradigm will not easily pass away. Through blood and tears the world is shedding it's old skin. A new birth is coming, what it will be no one is sure. All that we know is that castles are falling and new ideas are emerging, but unfortunately some mimic the old. We must not give in to complacency, but we must move forward with change. How ever painful it might be, we  must let what will come be. Until new ideas are tested, we shall never know what works and what will not. Perhaps only in revolution will we emerge the better, only time can provide the answers that we seek.