Posted by: Richard Bergstrom | September 30, 2011

A Response to A Soapbox

I am writing this for myself and not for you.

I do not accept your apology.

I found I had two choices. I could lie to myself, gloss over the mocking, condescending and assumptive tone contained in your messages regarding my awareness and intelligence in virtually everything you have said to me and delude myself into thinking you actually respected me or were interested in my point of view but that you “just didn’t know better”. Thus, I either believe that you are dumb or that I am dumb for not properly understanding you. Or I can acknowledge that someone who thinks that they have “honest zeal to have the truth be told” would not utter such a fake apology. I accord you respect in that I think that you are smart, and thus, that you did “know better”. And yes, you had “intent to bother” me.

Thus, believing you are a smart individual, I then weigh whether communication is possible and whether it would be something I was interested in. In my eyes, someone interested in spreading awareness of the truth would respect the possibility that the listener has the potential to listen and learn. You did not show me that respect. Someone who would like communication and dialogue would find a common ground and understanding with which to do so. You continued to incite and agitate and post in an inappropriate forum, including your apology, when you could have just as easily responded to my blog posts or emailed me like you did this afternoon. I came away with the impression that you bludgeon people with conversation until they either agree with you or go silent. Since I will not agree to something that I perceive as incorrect, I will not meeky agree. Nor do I morph myself into the “silent majority” that quietly listens to the loudest voice on the soapbox thereby giving that speaker some sense of false validation.

Yet even if communication would have been difficult with you, I have undergone difficult communications before if the topic was something I was interested in. I hold little interest in your topic. From my belief, it is one more symbol of “the powers that be” pulling the strings and it isn’t the latest nor the last. Yes, I have studied conspiracy theories. I spent some time trying to pinpoint whether the star symbol on Mitsubishi cars represented the home star system of the Grays. I wrote two posts on conspiracy events. I had advised you to do your research but if you had, you did not seem to give that impression. Nor did you seem open to the possibility that I have already been through the material you sent me. Yes, most of the video clips you have sent me, I had already seen before. But, to put it more bluntly, only interests me in an academic fashion. is barely a snippet of the big picture, a symptom of the disease. Frankly, I think people make too big of a deal of it. It’s just another case study for the underlying scheme of things going on in the world behind the curtain and people investigating the minutae of distract themelves from learning about the big picture of what is really going on and developing a cure.

Thus, I do not think communication with you is possible nor is it something that interests me. If I want to talk about conspiracy theories or the New World Order with people, I have friends who pursue the truth and can engage in discussion with respect for myself and for other listeners. I enjoy those conversations _with_ like-minded people. I do not enjoy being talked _at_ as if I am some sleeping sheep, nor the type to have my attempts at civility ridiculed, nor will I give the proverbial Dr. Ferris my silent sanction. You, sir, missed your opportunity to validate the optimism I had for decent, honest conversation with you.

Thus, after this message, I most likely will not talk with you again since I have seen little evidence that you are interested in what I think, just whether I either agree with you or whether I’m “too dumb to understand.”

Richard Bergstrom

Posted by: Richard Bergstrom | September 27, 2011

Rules – Poem

 

Rules

 

Did you know I play by different rules?

I made them up on my own.

They don’t have a particular order

Or a particular rhyme…

But good thoughts and intentions

Blend better than any words of mine.

 

#1 Love everything you can see.

#2 Love everyone that you can see.

#3 Love everything that is unseen.

#4 Look into a mirror.

#5 Have faith things work out in the end.

 

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Posted by: Richard Bergstrom | September 26, 2011

Sabrina – Poem

Sabrina

All the other cards I found
Preached love and even more.
Often in a simple rhyme
That brought a sleepy snore.
But as a gift of fun for friends
This silly card will do.
For where Sabrina’s path may go
Her friends will follow through.
So please take heart, and laugh out loud
The stars will always care.
And if you ever are in doubt
Your friends will still be there.

 

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Posted by: Richard Bergstrom | September 23, 2011

Revelation – A Personal Story

Revelation

It happened seventeen years ago, in early February…  a day just like any other.

I was eating at the school cafeteria.  A garden-burger with cheese (I was in a rabbit-food mood)
Two glasses of skim milk, a glass of orange juice, and a cup of mountain dew.  No one’s perfect.
I took my time at lunch, like usual.
I was sitting alone, which was not too unusual either.
I was eating slowly…
And thinking…
Not that unusual either.
I think it started with the burger…
But I remember the napkin more.
I started wondering how long it took how many people to make that napkin.
To cut down the trees that made the napkin.
To design the computers that made the napkin.
To build the machines that made the napkin.
To box, ship, and the unpack that napkin.
To put those napkins in the dispensers.
And to throw them out after I had wiped my mouth.
Not all that amazing, I had thought like that on other trivial items before.
Then I wondered, what would they be doing if they did not have to make those napkins.
Granted, they might be out of a job if no one used napkins…
But, I also realized that they may have made many sacrifices to keep such a job.
For what I considered a minor item.
If I, and others, had not needed napkins, would they have a job they consider more fulfilling?
Did they miss any opportunities or appointments because of my “needs”?
The death of a friend, the birth of a child, their son’s first baseball game…
Their daughter’s first day at school?
How many of them said that they could not enjoy a walk at the park because they had to go make napkins…
Then, I realized, they were not the only ones that were sacrificing…
The people who made the environmentally conscious garden-burgers…
The people that milked the cows so that I can indulge myself on some skim milk.
The people who made the tray that my lunch sat on… the chair I am sitting on…
The building I am eating in…
I realized I was using people.
Worse yet, I realized that everyone did, and did not even notice it.
Using people was common-place in our world…
I finished off as much as I could and walked outside.
My eyes were fixed on the ground, but not out of depression…
I was thinking about the concrete, and trying not to step on any ants…

           Go away my friend…
Forgive me father.
           I do not want you near me.
For I have sinned…
           I may say too much…
And now I will show you yours.
           And ignorance is truly bliss.

Who would make a world like this?  People not only use and abuse nature, but each other… and it is accepted as a fact of life.  Why should it be?  I realize that the world is not perfect, and it should not be.  After all, if it was perfect, how would we know it was?  We would have nothing imperfect to compare it to.  But still, isn’t it a crime to waste the lives of so many people for items we definitely do not need to survive?  And even worse, that no one notices it?  It is unjust.  It is wrong.  It happens every day.  I thought the only way to do something right might be to commit suicide.  But then, my family would worry about me.  People would have to build a coffin… they would have to dig me a grave… they would have to come to a funeral that, chances are, I would not realize was happening.  My final act in this life, in an attempt to stop such suffering, would result in a high amount of needless suffering… but only for a short amount of time.  What can I do?

I was in shock.  Everything around me took a darker color.  I could not even take pleasure in two children playing soccer in the park.  So naïve, so innocent… having fun at the expense of others without even realizing it… I could not even relax by sitting on the bench… after all, someone could be sitting on that bench and enjoying it more than I am right now…  even me just being in the area may cause others to walk away instead of relaxing…  all I could think about was how many people had wasted a portion of their lives just to give me a place to sit.  I could not even thank them… that, at least, would have given me some comfort.  Just to tell these people that, even though they are ignored by everyone else, I appreciate them.

           There is an answer
And
           Assuming there is a destiny
On the third day
           And a purpose to life
He rose again
           Have faith

Not in God, or any religion.
Just have faith
That people will evolve to a point where there is no more mutual abuse.
A higher consciousness that will realize that this is not needed for survival.
Maybe even a higher life-form.
I know they talk about the end of the world in the Bible, and I smiled softly to myself.
Anyone who has been to Los Angeles can tell you that the moon is as red as blood.
But not many people notice it.
They will.

The end of the world will come.
We will be surprised at all the wrongs we had committed.
We will be looking at the world in a different way.
And we will all realize that the skies did not fall in the literal sense.
But the world will never be seen the same.

 

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Posted by: Richard Bergstrom | September 21, 2011

Brown Paper Bag – Story

Brown Paper Bag – Story

And as the brown paper bag, half-ripped, fluttered into Bill’s field of vision, stumbled along the alleyway, and staggered to brush intimately against the urine-stained jeans that protected his achy right knee, the trash stopped, lingered, almost like a friend knocking on the door to his house, and wanted to come in to tell a story, maybe about the woman who lived down the block, on the corner, with the teasing smirk of a smile and the black leather miniskirt, or about the old man in the bowtie, maybe a college professor, who visited the duck pond and threw pieces of bread to the relaxing, leisurely waddling honkers, or maybe about the boy who once rode his bike home from school, who could talk to his parents without yelling, and who had never done drugs, but then the bag flinched, as if it knew it had hurt the man, and flew away in a breeze of haste, leaving little old Billy alone, next to the dumpster, homeless and anonymous among the street signs and nameless alleys of the city.

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Posted by: Richard Bergstrom | September 20, 2011

May I Beg – Poem

May I Beg – Richard Bergstrom

Humble do I stand before you
Without a single prayer
Except for a gracious saviour
You happened to be there

So I entreat upon your aid
To guide me through the night
My companion, my friend, my candle
Savouring what is just and right.

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Posted by: Richard Bergstrom | September 18, 2011

A Hole In The Ground – Poem

A Hole In The Ground by Richard Bergstrom
Have you ever sunk so low that everytime you reach up to get a breath
all that bears fruit is more dirt to cover yourself with?

Have you ever wondered if you were just star-crossed, that fate had a
cruel sense of humor, that you were cursed by the gods, that wherever
you leaked the world hung a bucket, or you are just plain damn
unlucky?

Have you ever needed for someone to help you out of the dirt so bad
that you offered your life, your soul, and more to get out, just to
have your saviour shiver in disgust and turn his other cheek away from
you?

Have you ever wanted that Good Samaritan to pop out of the Bible to cleanse
your wounds, for Jesus to heal you when you are sick, for Noah to come
sailing along in his Ark to save you from the advancing waters, or for
God to show mercy for when you ate from the apple?

Or have you wanted to just stay, watching, waiting, and needing the
world to throw you a rope
While you stay in your hole
Buried by your own sorrows?

 

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Posted by: Richard Bergstrom | September 16, 2011

Last Supper – A Poem

Last Supper by Richard Bergstrom

 

All be wary, d’vinely fyre,

Accost’d faith can irk desire.

For furies of good heaven’s pyre

Smoketh devils from gruely mire.

Sin, they lust, hate conceiv’d,

Char’d thy servants, they martyrs be.

For if good souls dyed in vein

And organs cooked, scorch’d in pain,

Pray deliv’rance, that God might lend

A communion brought to starving men.

 

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Posted by: Richard Bergstrom | September 14, 2011

Barney and Raskolnikov

Barney and Raskolnikov by Richard Bergstrom

 

Everytime I look at someone, two thoughts come to my mind.

I can hug my friend.

I can hit my friend.

I just smile at my friend.

 

Once I packed a wineglass, and had a vision of it being broken.

I could keep it in the shoebox.

I can move it into a suitcase.

I just shoved a sock into it and hoped it wouldn’t break.

 

I wanted to jump off the cliff of a canyon.

I wanted to know what it would feel like to jump.

I didn’t want to know what it would feel like to land.

I just sat down in shock and just stared.

 

One of my friends just ended a relationship.

I wanted to give comfort.

I wanted to be admired for being an open ear.

I just gave advice.

 

I felt lost and without guidance.

I wanted to meet God.

I wanted to have a drink with the Devil

I just sat down alone and thought about myself.

 

I am an environemntalist.

I recycle.

I smoke cigarettes.

I just try to throw my garbage away in a bin.

 

I know many things.

I know good.

I know evil.

I just know myself too well to trust myself.

 

I have many powers.

I have the power to help.

I am not a nice person.

I always have faith things work out for the best in the end.

Posted by: Richard Bergstrom | September 13, 2011

May I First – A Poem

May I First by Richard Bergstrom

 

May I first…

 

May I be the first

To comfort you,

     To sympathize with your needs.

May I be the first

To open a door for you,

     Even before you say please.

 

May I be the first

To see you,

     To help you past the norm.

May I be the first

To cradle you,

     Giving you shelter before the storm.

 

May I be the first

To love you,

     To aid you with your woes.

May I be the first

To smile with you

     Even before you feel low.

 

May I be the first

To cherish you,

     To enjoy life by your side.

May I be the first

To worship you,

     As before the world you stride.

 

May you be the first -

     Even if I am not.

May I be the next -

     Hope is all we got.

May I, the First.

 

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