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YESTERDAY,on FACEBOOK, I tried to post too Long of an explanation to an Incredibly Obtuse Question (and what was edited was even worse)

Wednesday, May 2nd, 2012

Remind me that FaceBook clings to your hands and won’t let go if you have a “smart” phone, but is full of generation X,Y and Z-ers, people too involved with anything and everything except realitiy, history,or logic- to pay alot of attention to anything but his or her navel. Yet I had a really good ‘rant’ going and I didn’t want to waste it. Here is or was my point: the “War” in the Middle East, in which our troops have been involved since Bush 43’s Administration, has really been going on for thousands of years. But what all these “sit- ins” (or what ever they call it these days) & these purposeful protesters are missing, as yet again they take over yet another building is: This war is about too many people (an ever growing population) fighting over Terrorism,Territory, Power,and Supremacy, to say nothing of natural resources. But first and foremost, our Allies, although I am betting that some of the these Facebookers, the younger crew, are not even aware of what that means (and these days the status of who are the USA Allies? is a complex issue); but many of these Countries are yet again fighting for their very lives and homes, and we (the USA) are obligated to help them do that in some form. Afghanistan, Egypt,Turkey, Israel, Saudi Arabia, Iraq,and Jordon are among our Allies: are they not? ‘Search that, I did, and what I discovered was different than what I had though.

Yes, this war we are helping to fight has been going on for thousands of years in that same part of the World. Yet now, we hope and pray. that our presence there, along with our advanced technological weaponry and our truly finely trained soldiers might effect that area of Planet Earth in a way that the last couple of thousands of years could not do.

WWII had clearly defined enemies: the German Nazis and the Japanese.That it did not last longer than it did was due to the tenacity and the “sheer-D” guts of our American Troops and our Allies, and the deterrents provided by  a couple of Humongous Bombs in Japan.You may think of this as a cliche, however our true enemies in both of these long lasting Wars have been the same: Terror and Tyranny, and how do we stop those.

Please note that many of my best friends are young, street smart, and self-educated and/or curious as to History and Governmental issues. That’s a lot different than the group I inadvertainly described in the first of this blog. Also, as I have become somewhat of a “Facebook addict”, that is prof that many users of Facebook certainly are not young.

In the land of the steel will, a sheer lace emotion can hold no beauty

Wednesday, November 30th, 2011

I was a woman and sliped on a cold slick tile floor. I was in a hurry and turned quickly, only to find myself sprawled prone on the floor having broken my left forearm in several places and crushing my hand. I have been a singer-songwriter and a guitarist and piano player ‘eversince’ I can remember. Once I did that very nicely. Now, that all is “well” again, I can”t hold on to a cup with my left hand. I can hear the music and the piano is tuned. My piano’s name is Rubin. He waits in the corner of the living room, for that fool woman to come and sing “He’s go what it takes, but it breaks his heart to give it away.”
Rubin was very generious.When he was young.

KayBuena, aka Caroline Abbitt Sauer, 11-29,2011

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Sunday, October 12th, 2008

Kay Buena’s blog › Edit — WordPress. Density of time a drop on the window like that kind. Is it rainn, aare thoue tears coming from the inside?  It’s hard to tell.

Old Portraits and Roses

Tuesday, September 9th, 2008

Long ago, in elegant poverty, Love caught us there.  We  were perfectly placed among wild flowers and filth.  Some now gone forth beyond us they flew by, easily holding us frozen- like a picture in an old-fashioned frame, or a magazine.  Where we stay laughing and young, forever. No rotten past, just a rumitizing hypmottize

    But when that page is turned, the next shot shows that same couple posed and more polished version of the other time; I can’t remember that sight. But it’s certainly insistent and said to be right.    And it might be. Then those same people, seen when much older, comfortable around the oddly impressively set together by some one’s good ideas, the way a good restful reason should be.   The same people, later,… among the same sort of things, thrown like jacks from the hand, here and there.    But the sardonic decor, somehow  perfect but which will become later a country standard unto it’s own intrusive and oddly disdained, backkdrop for music. New, starting from that piano–I can’t work it.  50% probablity of half as much unlike what surrounded them when they were in a  family before,  as if they were changing, as the days passed they changed infront of a backdrop. 

  When they were young and constantly in  motion, though both in close proximiy to friendship  it wasn’t to be, There is that unannswered question still there as they continue to share that spaceinnthe gaps in the picture. They are both carefully holding hot-house roses, each rose perfect, each one young and painfully colored. I remembered these roses held no smell, and when touched, most, if not all the petals dropped to the floor,-in an artful display.  Thouugh outwardly projecting a impervious emotional barrier, to seperate these people here froming seeming too pround and assured.  They were realy there  the next time,  but some how things come out in a slow mo. view of walking down stairs.  First when I was 25, then now when I am 60 years old, some things remain, though somewhat disconnected;  Oddly appearing  but much more dignified — at least they were that. Maybe no longer the beautys time stole from us, we continue, These same lovers, so different in so many ways and years from now, when the bills are all paid and their souvenirs neatly placed on polished glass shelves, opened graves, needing weekly dusting, remain posed,   

     Still.   It all fits like so many leaves on a tree in the shade. A welcoming comfort we offer each other, together, suspended, sustained. Then, we will stop and brush off these extra few days–caked on like dirt–. In a haze; we, in our separate ways. In amazement, I remember two youg, too young  lovers with the dirt swept away. Slowly fading as they begain falling bac, into that particular dust that smelled like old roses.

Caroline Abbitt Sauer (1998/2007)