When the student becomes the teacher...

   

The Art of politics.

A young Master learns from a True Master of the Art of War

The passing of the torch

*evil grin*

I haven't had much reason to blog for quite a while.

Maybe because I found it easier to just spew short post on other social sites that made Me lazy.

Until I found Myself shortening My post at times that what I felt like saying was just not complete in 200 words or less..

lol

But as I watched the character of this country flip through so many flavors of love and hate as of late?

I could not wait for the right words to formulate in My mind enough to fold it's self into a challenge.

How do I express the mess we have gotten ourselves into?

As a Nation of people

divided

And never been defeated.

But it's no secret that mass amounts of American people have been picking sides and drawing lines in the burning sands of progress and depression.

While guessing

Who is messing

With our lives

And livelyhoods.

And the goods are less than the bads.

And the sadness and frustrations have forced forecast of fear of failure.

If someone does not 

TAKE BACK

some image of hope that we lack the knack to attack

Because the facts have become fiction

Depending on what side you see from.

But I digress...

Because I would guess that just as the predictions professed.

We are faced with a mess

Of problems and no formula to solve them.

That anyone can agree upon.

And gone are the simple days

When one vote was all it took

Buy hook or crook

To change the ways

For better days

And speaking of dazes?

These are our our last days

Our last ways

To praise

What used to be.

2012

Is not a end

It's a new beginning

But nobody is winning

Because all bet are off

Because we are now on the boarder

Of a new world order

And let's not pretend that it was expected that the world would end

That depends on who you ask

The task of a fix fast

Has past

And at last

We are free

To be a whole new we

The people

United

Will never be defeated

And repeat it

Until we see it

*evil stare*

But the world is shifting faster than any location or nation can guess the rotation of power.

This very hour

Has put a sour note

In the very Constitution they wrote

And hope

Is the new dope

On a bigger scope

The slope is unpredictable

There is no form to this new formula.

The formality is you and Me

And Unity is a fantasy

And we have too much future to repeat our history

Not from memory

And that brings Me back to the student

The Master

And the Teacher

When the lessons to be learned have not been invented as of yet?

You can bet

That the best teacher

Is the creature who has not become a Master yet

But has honored the challenge of becoming a Master student

Of a New Order of a World

That has not changed as of yet.

But it's 2012

The end is near

And aint no future in our front'in

Respect