Animus

You can’t contain it in a box Without it wanting to break free. You can’t let it run wildElse it grows weak and tired.
Let the world in, you’ll get hurt. Keep the world out, you’ll hurt. Take your chances anyway, and you’ll find, know and see love.
The eyes will see such beauty the mind and heart can never understand. The heart will pound with such strength your feet will rise from the ground. The eyes will see such pain the heart will beg the mind to stop it’s beat. Time will heal the heart and the mind will seek beauty again.
And what of Amore, love, the beauty of it all? It’s presence fills It’s absence kills What of hatred, the burn? It destroys everything It engulfs, overtakes and leaves nothing but lessons unlearned.
So much more is to be said of both but both will rule you and words are moot.
Faith will guide you until you abandon it. Then you’ll spend your time either denying it ever guided you or spend your time looking for atonement.
The way to love is with open heart. To stand with courage unafraid of the daggers from cowards and fools. Stand firm with feet planted and take what they give. Return fire with the truth, with openess, and sincerity. And you will know what it is to live. Eyes, mind, and heart wide open.

Ruby Red

Ruby red were the lips of the woman who kissed her lover before he boarded the plane. He wiped the smudge from the lipstick tenderly, smiled, and she did the same. “I love you my dear.” he said as he turned and walked away.
She watched him until he was out of view and then watched nothingness even longer still. He set down into his seat, buckled his seatbelt and peered deeply at the grass covered hills. “I hope to see you soon.” he said, thinking of her while staring at trees of home. “Tis a long journey to which I depart” Her head sunk sadly and sighed, and her heart then moaned.
Ruby red was the wine she drank after she ate of the body of Christ. “I’ll pray for you every day” she claimed and promised with all her might. “God protect us all” he said as he marched upright through the blistering sun. “There is no God here, you’re in hell” his comrade in arms said “Trust in this to keep you safe” as he pointed towards his gun.
She sat at home and watched the news and cried for every death. Worry filled her heart, as she watched the names and held her breath. “This is hell” he said as the mortars and missles flew by. Explosions, fire, and death filled the air. But he was not yet ready to die.
His eyes glazed over as he fought with fierceness, shot, killed, and lamed. “I’m forever changed, forever damned, never to be the same.” “Where is the honor and dignity of war.” he thought. “What is the purpose for these deaths, at what cost.” she thought.
The Great Leader spoke on television about the fight. We must conquer those that mean us harm and defend our rights. The politicians went forth with great debate. “We shouldn’t be there even though I voted for it” “We are there to do the right thing”, another would state.
Ruby red was the color of the ground next to the fallen. Ruby red was the color of the stripes on the flag that stated his sacrafice. Ruby red were the eyes that bore the tears of her beloved. Ruby red is the heart that beats no more. The hearts that long for safety for their loved ones, their comrades, and a nation who hopes for a resolution to a long battle.
My most heart felt blessing to every soldier in Iraq, I appreciate you dearly and I pray for your safe return as do your loved ones.

Enter the Blog…

I’ve decided rather than creating a database to handle my commentary on mdonahoe.com to instead make use of a blogger to display them. So I’m going to post all of the articles from mdonahoe.com into the blog where people can readily find and comment on them. This will also take away a lot of the hassle for me as well to just go ahead and write something to it and allow you to find it rather than dreading to have to create a new webpage because I hadn’t built the content manager yet. Fact is, why mess with it when it already exists.
The irony is that I resisted for the longest time using a blog. I had started my commentary page in late 1999 or so on my homepage. To me, that was a great method of self-expression and often self-embarassment, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. When I saw the blog being used, I felt it sort of diminished what I was doing by virtue of the fact that everyone could now do the same thing. Anyway, no use resisting, it’s here to stay and hell it’s much easier to use.
Hope you enjoy the mdonahoe.com archives and I hope you enjoy all of the new commentaries (blogs) coming soon.
Michael D. Donahoe