Hanging from a single thread like a spider from a strand of web, I dangle at the end of fates cruel hand. Blown about in the wind, twisting from end to end, I bounce up and down. Pulling on the single strand, I realize how mortal I am as I feel the line grow taught around me. I must be careful that my thread doesn't break, I take care to not tempt fate, but the cruelty of destiny taunts me. I want to climb the line, but fear takes hold of me, what if the strand breaks then where will I be? So I dangle just a little bit more, as I carefully try to climb the cord and I can only hope that the fates are with me.

Long sunny days fade like a quiet dream. Cool air sneaks in like time bringing a first wrinkle. Leaves begin to change color on the trees. Birds begin to disappear for warmer climates. You can see Geese in arrow shapes filling the sky as if pointing out the obvious. Pumpkins begin to turn a bright Orange as Corn fields turn Golden. The sun sets lower each day as children laugh and play. Scare Crows begin to emerge as porch lights come on a little earlier and shine their guiding lights to let you know where home is. Festivals come around and the smell of the county fair returns. The Cotton Candy makes for sticky smiles. Carmel Apples get caught in your teeth and young lovers bundle up under warm quilts hand made by favorite aunts or grand mothers. Supper taste sweeter as family gathers around the table. All of the things that make fall wonderful come back when Autumn comes again.

In a dress of silver with shoes of blue, her hair filled with golden flowers. Bridesmaids in bright golden gowns arrayed with pearls and lace. All things fall into place. Trees are filled with bursting colors that set the stage, all rise and hold their breath. Down an aisle filled with flowers and leaves. Now comes the Autumn bride adorned in regal splendor. A vision to warm the heart and melt the ice of a winter to come. A gift of grace, poise and love.

The leaves change on the trees as children return to school. People begin to put arts and crafts on display. A hot bowl of soup and friendly visits with a neighbor make the day pass quickly. The harbors are filled with fishermen tending their nets. The tourist make one last trek to see the sights. College students have returned to halls covered with Ivy and college sports bring rivalries alive. Not long from now, there will be cold wind and the first snow. It will be time to break out the fine china to entertain and look for a Spruce or lonely Pine to decorate. All things are coming together as Autumn comes to  New England again.

Cold sphere that sits high in the sky. Looking down on fields turning golden. Shining your silver light on to hay rides and bonfires after homecoming games. All that you must see as the leaves turn and bring you from silver to gold then amber. As harvest are brought in and your light gives a guidance to fall. You shine over children playing in the chill of the starry night. You mark the months and time. From foreboding dark and mysterious to mischievous and inviting , you bring out comfort to us. As we celebrate the soft transition of a season, from Autumn to the cold winter sleep.

My eyes see planted fields ripe to harvest. Fall rows of corn an cotton glisten on a frosty southern morning. As I walk, I hear echos of past and sweet memories. Familiar shadows are cast by timeless beauty that does not change, held in the colored trees of Autumn. I hear the sounds of memories that are echoed in creeks and streams where as a young boy I found joy playing childish games. The spirits of the waters are too wild to tame. As I walk the old paths of childhood, I see these things in memories that bring Autumn's song back to me

Let the vision of God be not blinded nor his hearing deaf. Let your hand oh lord be ever strong. Look at those who strive with your servants and call them into question. Remember the persecution of your children. Keep watch over your chosen and bring them peace. Give mercy where it is due and judgment where it is required. Be long suffering and forgiving, but bring justice to those who suffer persecution. I seek you oh lord to avenge me on those who are against me.

When someone shows me cruelty, lord show them kindness. When someone afflicts me, lord give them justice. When I am persecuted and denied fair judgement, lord forgive my oppressors. When all that is done has been recorded, then lord offer my enemies space to repent. In this let me be blameless and let your judgement be righteous. So that the record will be straight, that all were given mercy, even when they denied it to me. Then will I be avenged oh lord, because of my enemies shame.

Pomp and circumstance take center stage at a ball given by royalty. Ladies adorned in armored gowns walk politely around the ballroom. A knight of medieval chivalry is not so well endowed with protection. For any gentleman Who would know such a Fair Maiden, covered in her impenetrable shell. It will be a guessing game as to what her beauty holds, for little is revealed beneath the veneer and the makeup. It would be easier to come to carnal knowledge in a convent where perhaps Devine eyes would look away. Such was the way of trying to engage the Victorian tryst, it would be easier to understand a Shakespearean play.

Climbing steps to a darkened roof top, I open a door in to the chilly night air I step out on to tar gravel that slides beneath my feet. I walk out into the darkness and move towards the edge of the man made mountain that towers  high above the streets below. I feel the wind blow into my face as it rushes up the side of the glass and steel. I look out on to the land scape and see visions of wonder. Thousands upon thousands of lights shine up brightly from the streets below. Each one like a star radiating their cold light up towards the tops of mans monuments. I stand in silence as I watch the lights form lines running this way and that. I follow them with my eyes, admiring their symmetry. As if they were a map going to some distant place, they light up the road ways and side walks. For a little while I get lost in the beauty and serenity of the view of the city. It helps me escape the grit and toil that lies just beneath the surface of artificial beauty that we have created to hide our true selves.

Our souls have been sold for instant fame! Now you can be famous for no reason at all. Post your life online, for all of the world to see. Depravity has become the norm and piety has been cast aside. For thirty pieces of silver was once the price, now thirty seconds can gain you a million followers. As what cost have we sold our souls at what price have we forsaken any form of virtue. To open our homes and our lives to scrutiny once reserved for only the most infamous among us. Now for fame and self adulation, we will forget the golden rule, and teach ourselves and any who will follow how to be mean to others. Only to find out in the end that no life matters. For we have become, a empty and virtue-less world.

Buildings reach to the sky and glisten like diamonds in the Sun. Streets are straight and Broad, trees abound everywhere. The lands are green and Lush and you can see the bottom of the rivers. Children of all Races run and play together. Highways are open and little in the way of traffic can be found. Nations have no borders and no poor are left behind. The skies are a dark blue as people talk openly one to another. Sickness is no more and crutches Wheelchairs and walkers sit at a memorial that their purpose may not be forgotten. I sit quietly on a park bench and look around at what great things can be. If only others could share this vision of the world with me.

I see you walking towards me in the evening light. My face is covered in sweat from my long day of work. My arms ache and my back is stiff, but all of that is forgotten. I see a vision of love walking towards my heart. Your beauty is fairer than the flowers of a thousand hills. Your laughter is sweeter than the music of a morning song bird. I work and labor to know you and for just one moment of your time. I would give up one whole year of my mortal life. As you come close to kiss me, I know that somewhere above, Heaven is missing one of it's angles, because you are a vision of love.

Releasing all inhibitions and holding on to the unseen hand. Surrounding your with faith. Opening your mind to the word of God and his master plan. Taking time to talk to him, just like an old friend. Taking a walk with God is not always easy, to trust in that which you cannot see, but if you believe in his might and wisdom, his mercy and love will set you free.

I was feeling depressed and at a loss for hope, then I happened two walk by a playground filled with children. As I stopped and watched, I saw innocence on display as all colors and kinds of children were merrily at play. I felt the wind blow behind me, so I decided to move on. I walk a little further and came upon a quiet pond. The water was clear and I saw a duck swimming with it's young. Fish were darting about below and Water Lillie's were in bloom. I found quiet comfort and peace then the wind blew again and I walked on. A little further down the way, I saw an aged grand mother sitting on a porch reading to two young children. I stopped by the fence and listened as she told them a tale and the children listened intently for a while. Then again the wind blew and I was on my way, but this time I heard someone from no where say, I am glad you took the time to see the things I do. I am so glad that I had a chance to walk with you.

When there is no light, shine forth. When there is apathy, show caring for another. When there is a famine, be bread to the hungry soul. When despair is rampant, inspire someone. When there is a drought of faith, be a well spring of hope.

Walking barefoot in the park in a dress of cotton and lace. Strolling into the wind so that her perfume is carried towards you. Lips like glistening fruit after the morning dew has come. Skin soft like satin, wanting you to touch it. Hair like a ravens wing, a walk as subtle as a fawn. Carefully she glances towards you enticing you like a forbidden garden of rare earthly delights. Your heart skips a beat and you begin to sweat. Her spell has worked on you. You are enchanted with her and a wicked woman has gotten her way.

Snow falls around me like delicate jewels, each flake unique in it's design. The Evergreen trees are covered with small frozen droplets of water, the scent of Spruce and Pine fill the air. The ground is cold and frozen beneath  my feet. The ice and frozen leaves crunch and pop as I walk. Squirrels stick their heads out of their holes only to duck back in again. The cold breeze cuts through me, making my cheeks and nose a rosy red. I twirl and fall into a snow bank, as I look up into the Steel Grey sky. Taking in the wonders of the season, I enjoy the serenity of the cold and barren landscape. For a moment the world is at rest as winter plies it's trade. Some things die off and others just sleep a while waiting for the sun to shine again. My soul is lifted up and filled with joy as the quiet overwhelms me. I rise from the white carpet that covers a bank and dust myself off and continue on my winter walk that I have waited so long to take.

Faded flower of former glory you cannot remember. Your petals dried between the pages of a worn book. Both the tome and you have been revisited too many times. Now your petals have faded as have the pages of the book that contains you. What secret do you hold oh dry husk of former beauty. What memory has kept you hidden between the pages of a favored book all of this time?

Burning with a passionate fire, revenge is going to be sweet! When he sees what he is missing, his jaw will drop to his feet. After weeks of preparation, and mascara that ran all day. I am stepping out tonight and its time for him to pay. In a dress he would never buy me, and an exciting pair of dancing shoes. I am going to strut my stuff and leave him singing the blues. I am going to be someone's eye candy. A hot looking potential trophy wife. I am going to rub his nose in it, you can bet your life! With a diamond white smile and lips of luscious red! I am going to put on a show that will knock him dead. Where I wake up in the morning will depend on how the night life goes. He will feel the heat of a woman scorned as he imagines someone else helping me out of my clothes.

I canceled all of his credit cards, and put toothpaste in his best shoes. I burned our wedding pictures along with most of his clothes. I spray painted his Mercedes Benz, I think Pink and Purple are really hot. I deleted his cellphone numbers and posted his work address online. I signed him up for the do call list and all in record time. I sent his family all of the pictures from his lap top and posted them on You Tube. I called the IRS and said his taxes are over due. I know I might have over done it, but he is going to learn. Never leave  a woman scorned lest you feel the burn .

Dark skies with a Purple hue roll over the landscape. Trees come to life as old buildings fade. Silver lights shine around new things that are growing, the soul of mans time is dying. The world quakes as history unravels. Myth is becoming fact and reality that was is now fantasy. Elves emerge from hidden realms covered by mist. Dwarfs shake off the dust of the deep earth and crack open clefts in the mountains. The moon is joined by a lesser soul mate as one is Silver and the other Green. They mix to cast an eerie light on the earth below. What was is not and what was forgotten is now new. So is a world reborn from chaos to a new order of things.

Come to a common understanding and join in helping each other. Tear down walls of separation and hate. Open up the paths so that all my travel at will. Learn to be tolerant and to understand another's point of view. Remove the barriers that divide us and stop judging each other without knowing that person. Come to be of one mind in peace. To live in a world without borders, what a wonderful thing that would be.

If the world was without God, then all things would be lost. Selfishness would replace kindness, love would be replaced by hate. All good would fade to dust and we all would have an unsure fate. For without his loving guidance, what would our lives be worth. There would be no need to die for torment, because we would be living in hell on earth.

I happened by a store one day, it was to the side of the road and out of the way. Inside were many curious things. On a shelf, by an old wooden bench, I saw a worn out pair of shoes for sale. I couldn't help but notice how the laces were worn bear and how the souls were almost worn through. I ask the man behind the counter, how much the shoes were and he said for you just a few dollars will do. I considered the purchase and tried them on my feet. The shoes fit perfectly, which was a surprise to me. I ask who used to own the shoes and the man said a potter I think. He wore them as he traveled around finding broken things to fix. I thought about it some more and decide I would buy the shoes. I paid the man and left with them on. They were very comfortable and as I walked down the street, I met a man who looked like he could use something to eat. I offered him a kind word and gave him a few dollars, then I went on my way. I thought nothing of my actions. As time went on, it seemed that each day brought something new. A person in need of a kind word or a helping hand. For years I wore the old shoes, but they never seemed to wear out. Though I had many other pairs, they just sat collecting dust. Then one day a young man came by as I was sitting on my front porch. The shoes were sitting on a table beside me and the young man asked me about them, so I told him the story. Marveling at what I said, he seemed anxious to try the shoes on. I let him and they fit perfectly on him as they once did me. He asked if he could buy them and I told him the price. He paid me a few dollars and was on his way. That night as I lay sleeping, I began to dream and I saw the man who had sold me the shoes. He was wearing robes, dressed all in white with a radiant face that shone like the sun. As I felt peace come over me, I saw him wearing the old pair of shoes and he said to me child well done.

Pierced by silence and a longing to be accepted. Torn apart because of rejection, placed in a place of solitude. Forced to regress backwards into the shadows of itself. A soul scarred by terrible scenes of violent emotions. Holding on to a slim strand of hope. A light that seems as thin as a spider silk. A secret desire and a torment at the same time. The twine makes you want to believe. Yet the dark places say let go. In your own cocoon of protection, you contemplate the options. Deciding instead to sleep for a while, then make a choice. Clinging to the thread one more day, hoping it can sew up and mend the cuts and tears in a wounded soul.

Oh mighty empire that ruled all that it surveyed, how you have fallen. Your golden idols glistened in the sun and your vaulted columns of marble told of your greatness. All things under the sun were subject to your will. The beauty of your maidens was untold and none could be found to compare. What was once great is now brought low, oh how many weep at your fall. From a wise king to a cruel tyrant you have gone. The reins of power ripped away by the arrogant and cruel, now the end of you has come. The day of knowledge being precious in you with fine silks and rich spices traded from you has ceased. The Jackal and the Fox now inhabit your palaces. Many long for the day of your greatness to return, but alas the fall from your exalted place was as a great stone crashing into the sea. The wave was felt around the world as you were shattered in one hour and now lay in waste. Lament now you maidens and weep for what you have lost. No longer will your beauty be of renown. Cover your face with a widows veil. Mighty men cover yourselves in ash and lament the great city is fallen it is fallen. No more to rise and rule in grandeur and excellence. Alas, Babylon has fallen.

All of these things messing with my head. The bad influences that keep me up in bed. All of the haters that won't go away. The things I have to deal with everyday. Trying to live my life above the fray. On top of it all is where I try to stay. It hurts just to try to live, I am not sure what else I can give. I say I am down for the struggle, until everybody wants to take double. I wonder what difference I can make? All of the people talking at me, they are all fake. I just want to keep it real, but I am getting even more confused the deeper I go in. The static is getting into my head. Living like this much longer, I will go insane. I need someone to hit the mute button, if only for a day. All I am seeing is sorrow in my life, I cannot find the joy no matter how hard I try. The life I am living was not by my choice,  I get lost with all of the haters, creating all of this background noise.

Everything is one thing and all things must be equal. No thing can maintain an unequal state for long, until something else comes along to restore balance.

Kick off your shoes and squish dirt between your toes. Step on soft green grass where ever it grows. Step into the tide of the ocean and feel the warm wet sand. Walk into a cool stream and feel each smooth stone beneath your feet. Walk across polished wood and listen to it creak. Put your feet up and let the sun warm your toes. Step into puddles when ever the rain flows. In bare feet experience life, dance to the music of the sensations around you. Let the feel of nature bring you to life. Dance with someone close to you. Feel the wonderful sensations as you are barefoot dancing.

Joy sticks and drones, satellite images and remotely fired missiles. Taking aim it blips on a screen, then watching them go dim and cold after a bright flash. The cost of fighting a battle from afar has not yet been realized. The interpersonal cost of taking a life without seeing whom you **** has jaded the world to the truth about death and the cost of war.

Cut  bleeding and wounded deep. My heart bears the marks of yet another broken promise. Though I am worn and weary, I will not give up hope. I have fought this battle before and I will live to fight another day. In matters of love I am often wounded and left on the field for dead. It seems that I am open to betrayal because I love so deeply. With each heart break I have new battle scars to give testament to my attempt of trying to find  a lasting love. So in the light of a new day, I will bind my emotional wounds. I will patch up the holes left in my life and move forward, bearing the battle scars to remind me that love is not without sacrifice and that it is worth the fight as I go on looking for love another day.

Jasmine fills the air as rough cobble stones freeze bare feet. Giggles become contagious like some mysterious spell cast over a gaggle of girls. Ivy covers walls and Spanish moss hangs from trees. Mystery and history blend as the air is thick with the morning mist. Dew wets the earth and makes your hair frizzy and stand on end. The sound of distant music twangs from a park bench as someone tunes a banjo. Life moves in two directions as time seems to stand still then jump backwards. Old cemeteries mark the landscape between million dollar homes. The accent of the local flavors mix it all together like a brisk Mint Julep. A distant whistle blast from a ship that should be in the past as it sails on a river where children dip cane poles in the water hoping to catch a catfish. A portrait is painted of life in a vibrant yet unchanging Louisiana town.

When shadows fall over the land and hope seems to be failing. Come forth and shine and become bright as day. When need arises and it seems impossible to overcome, lend a helping hand and give what you are able. When someone is lonely, and feels left out, take time to talk to them. When it seems that there is too much that needs to be done, try that much harder. When the burdens push you to your knees pray just a little more. When it seems that good will suffer a defeat at the hand of the wicked, do one more good deed. Reach inside and pull out just a little more, be a light even a small one. For a single small candle can light a great dark room, be a light.

In the darkest hour of the night, shine forth and show your compassion. In the heart of the storm be a beacon by giving help and hope. When the cold winter steals life from the world, show strength and courage as a lamp to guide others to a clear path. In all things stand resolute, joined with others of like mind. Sharing a heart for caring and mercy, giving hope and charity. Though armies rise against you and all seems impossible, a chain of strength linked in kindness and giving cannot be broken. For when one courageous soul falls, another will lift it up and stand with it. Together shining against the darkness and the hate, returning balance and harmony to a world gone mad. You can be a light.

You are not the right size. You must be taller. Your hair just won't do the way it is. That color doesn't suit you. Chemical transformation, dieting to starvation. Implants and plastic surgery with a nip here and a tuck there. Exfoliate this, and wax that until your skin is a Rosy raw. Fit yourself into a dress that will not let you breathe and wear shoes that you weren't born to walk in. Strike the pose and bat the plucked eyelashes. Stain your lips and cheeks the color of a sunset or a blood sacrifice, depending on the occasion. Through the inquisition of fashion that we are told will makes us liked and pretty. What was once a simple matter has become torture and now beauty has become pain in order to become what we are told we should be.

He came in great humility, not having a name of prominence. His family was of a simple kind, or to the the world it seemed. Yet his father had a kingdom waiting for him to return. He gave up all he had to walk on dusty roads, from Bethlehem to Egypt, then again in Nazareth. All he did with in sacrifice, and for the fathers will. What it cost for him to sacrifice, no one can ever tell. The stories about his great deeds have been written and retold, but to many the truth remains unknown. For what he did wasn't for fame or fortune you see. He was beloved from the beginning, he was the first you see. He came to offer redemption, he came to set the captive free. He came and died a sinners death, because he so loved me.

When trouble overwhelms me and it seems no hope is to be found. When the waves wash over me and I feel as if I would drown. I focus all of my energies and find my center. Then I regain my balance and I become one with the rain and the waves. I embrace the calm of the chaos, and see the true direction the wind is blowing. Only when I have joined the turmoil, can I find my true direction and become one with the storm.

I ***** emotional boundaries but everyone can still see me. I put up heavy bricks to obstruct your view, but all they do is skew my image and what I see in others. I sit resolute to be miserable in my own skin, but many eyes pierce through and see me. I am not sure if they are feeling sorry for me, are envious of me or are just curious bystanders? So I will try to bury my emotions and put on a brave face, but no matter what I seem to try, I can't seem to close out the world around me. Perhaps it is not meant for me to hide, perhaps my barriers are fooling no one. It is as if I am hiding behind glass walls and I only distort things a bit, but in truth everyone can see what I am trying to hide.

I look through a Plastic window ensconced by rows of steel lines. The bars cast a shadow on my cell floor. I watch as the sun moves up then arches back down. The time passes slowly as the shadows grow long. The night falls and the pale yellow light is all that remains of my day, it hums and buzzes with a slight flicker. I hear the keys turn in the locks as they call lights out. I settle onto my mattress and try to let my mind fade away. I crawl deep inside myself looking for some place to call my own, but with each haunting sound I find myself drawn back to the stark reality. My world has been reduced to 8 by 11 feet. I hope that I will one day feel the wind again, but for now I can only dream of what freedom is like and try to find something inside of myself, as I seek hope from behind the bars of my prison cell.

Stay back, don't cross the imaginary line. Obey the rules and you will be just fine. Conform, become whatever you are told to be. That is how you are kept in check, that is how they control you and me. What if you step over, what if you go to the other side? They will discourage you; they will push you back behind the line. So, what is the point of living if you have to become what others want you to be? Isn't freedom an illusion that they try to sell to you and me. What if one day, we all just say fine! We all have decided that we will not conform, that we will not stay behind the line?

Behind a looking glass I stare back at myself. From behind the veil of another world I peer back at my own soul. Behind the reflection that I see before me, lies the truth of what I really am. Behind the mirror that reflects what I want others to see, is a truth that I am too scared to reveal.

Through iron bars silhouetted against a steel grey sky the wall stares back at me. Taller than an apartment building and thicker than two vault doors, I look at my hopelessness with each passing day. Walking on the recreation yard, hearing the wind howl, I see the wall in all directions that I turn. It stands there mocking me saying I can go only so far. My physical freedom is restrained by a solid barrier that I built for myself. Some will tell me that society put the wall in my way, but to admit the truth is too much to bear. I am here because of choices that I made. No one lead me on my path, I went willingly. Though I am serving time in a prison of stone and steel, the wall is also a reminder of something that I must climb. From behind the wall of my incarceration, I must learn to climb over the walls that I have built to imprison myself. The walls of pride, selfishness and prejudice. These things lead me to where I am and now I must climb over each one, before I can climb the stone wall and out the prison gates as I am both mocked and challenged by the barriers to my freedom that I help to create.

My love sit before me and let me partake of your rare delights. Embrace me and take me into your buxom, let me find rest in your chamber. Hold me my beloved and give me comfort. I have labored a great work and now I seek to rest. Your love is as sweet as summer fruit and you refresh my soul. Keep me safe from evening until morning and then wake me not until I have taken my rest. Let me take my fill of love from the, comfort me and let me know you. Let me taste your desires and be filled with your body and know the rest that kings desire to take in the comfort of your arms.

Reach out to those who are lost and confused. Give to the poor and forgotten. Give help where it is needed and wanted. Speak words of peace to any who will hear them. Stand up for what you believe and do not compromise your principals. Honor God in all things and seek him humbly every day. In these things you will give hope to others and prepare yourself for battle. For evil does not rest, and wants to steal the joy from life. When you are the light in the darkness, you are being a blessing to someone, even if you are not aware of it.

Speaking gibberish and tongue twisters huzzah! Peter picked a something. Look there comes a pink dog, no wait it is a cat. Words have no meaning then they mean something else. Language is confusing, what was I saying. Never mind, I think I will move on to something else. Emotions get tangled with gum in my hair. I don't know whether to cry or scream. Nothing goes right, just look at Picasso's blue period. How depressing can you get. Just cut off an ear why don't you. In all things be vigilant and clean up your room. What is the point of life, I am not sure but I think it is ice cream.

One part that does one thing. That is all that I am. A single piece of a divine puzzle that makes the bigger picture come into focus. Giving a glass of water in the masters name, is assurance of a reward. Planting a single seed, can feed the hungry souls of many. One tree can bear much fruit. To be of the body is to be of worth to Christ. To be of the body, is to have everlasting life. To be of the body, is to work for it's good. Even the smallest deed, is done for the masters glory.

Lusting after the flesh, coveting the best of everything, these are mortal sins. Boasting that you can do it then doing it to prove the boast and delighting in the feeling of being right. Such is the way of being sinful, such is earthly delight. We are told to be pious and forgiving, but holding a grudge is so much fun. Getting even can be delightful, as you see others lives come undone. So let the saints suffer in silence, some of us may just give in. Perhaps we will repent tomorrow, but today we are about to sin.

The foundation of the body is ignored most of all, until we are in pain and cannot walk. To be the feet of something is to be not highly regarded, but is to be of great importance. If not for the foot, there would be no where to kneel at the cross. If not for the foot, we would not have mountains to climb. If not for the feet, we could walk no where, nor could we carry the burdens for others. So when you take a close look at the whole of the body, the feet are of great importance indeed.

Words are spewed forth by mindless talking heads. All things are subjective and open to change. What I hear is not what they said, so it goes on in a spin cycle of misrepresentation. Wordsmiths have replaced, blacksmiths in the creation of things. Metal is now drawn out from the iron that is in ink and not from the heated forge. Though both can be hot, as rhetoric burns and ignites passions, just as oil ignites coals to forge metal. The truth is shaped and skewed from it's original form, until it is bent beyond recognition, into what ever the presenter wants it to be.