Archive for January, 2016

Feeling Kinda Sluggish

Most days I feel like a bee; racing around, humming and buzzing, doing good things, and leaving lots of honey for those who come behind me. 

But some days, I feel like I’m merely a slug that thinks it’s a bee, and what I’m actually doing is crawling through this life, leaving a trail of slime in my wake that just pisses people off.


Sang one, Sluggy!

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We Built This

old lionYes, we be lions, and yet, we have allowed ourselves—even chosen—throughout our lives to be ruled by dogs, accepting the morsels and straw they so graciously meted out to us, while believing their grandiose lies with which they convinced us the morsels and straw were caviar and silk, while promising even tastier and finer was to be had in the days to come. And now, we grumble and roar, threatening to leave the cages they’ve duped us into constructing around ourselves, but the roars sound like mewling whimpers to the dogs, for they know we will not bite.

And so, from our separate cages, we angrily shout, “Revolt! We must become as one and revolt!” Ah, but even mild revolt in the form of such things as boycotts of products made by the worst of the dogs, proves to be weak and pointless, and does nothing to loose the bonds and return to us the freedom we have allowed them to take from us. “We must fight then! A revolution!” But then, slowly we begin to see and understand; Revolution can only occur when the mass of rebels is larger or stronger than the current governing body. And the problem with a mass made of human souls is one of unity, and such unity will never occur to the degree necessary in a country—a world—that consists of millions, even billions, of souls; each of which believes it alone has the only real solution to the world’s quandaries.

Yes, a strong singularity of purpose may place many into a vehicle that will carry them toward a common destination. But as time passes—and it passes quickly when the wheels of revolt begin to wobble—some will choose to ride in another vehicle, some will choose to walk, and still others will choose to return to safety via the bus—fully fueled, warm, and comfortable—provided them by the establishment/status quo of the dogs. In any case, division will ultimately occur, and defeat will always follow. The dogs know this.

And so it is; though we be lions, we have no teeth, for our growling and grumbling is done from the confines of our individual—and quite comfortable—cages, and fear of what awaits us should we venture out is what keeps us within. And so… we lie down in our comfortable beds, nibble at our morsels, and sigh, as we admit to ourselves… we built this.

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Did I Say That?

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The World Is Flat

Some days I wake up wearing my I-don’t-give-a-crap hat, and I have a hard time caring about the chaotic mess this world has become. I watch in amazement as people go about their daily lives, seemingly oblivious to the fact the world is indeed flat, and we’re about to step over the proverbial edge. I get the impression people think if they don’t look at the chasm, it’s not really there. And, besides, things are going great where they are, so why not just enjoy it while it lasts. You know, the old “Eat, drink, and be merry” thing. But, if I’m not mistaken, that line ends with, “for tomorrow we die.” And, do you know what the majority of people are most afraid of? Dying.

I’m not afraid because I have faith there is still hope for this world that’s spinning wildly toward destruction, and I also have this deep-rooted conviction the worst thing that can happen to me—death—is actually the best thing that can happen to me. As a Christian, I believe when my mortal body dies, my spirit will go to be with Jesus, and—to use a well-worn phrase—I’ll be in a far better place.

But! I also believe I have a purpose on this planet, and I have a strong desire to complete whatever I was put here to accomplish. One of these days I’ll figure out what exactly that is, but so far I haven’t found a niche for a fearless redneck.

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It Will Be Gone

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I Don’t Think So

The rise of the spirit of independence? *independence

A new kind of rebellion is brewing?

I don’t think so.

From where I’m sitting, all I can see Americans brewing up are lattes and designer beers, and the only spirit I see anyone vehemently demonstrating is for their favorite sports team. And, regarding the latter, I have to ask; Read the rest of this entry »

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I Think It Shows

the Lone Ranger quoteThe Lone Ranger was one of my childhood heroes. Yes, it was fiction, but I loved to watch each week as he and his faithful companion, Tonto, led the fight for law and order in the early west. I believe they, and other TV heroes helped teach the children of that era to believe in, and stand up for, the good that exists in this country. We don’t have heroes like them today, and I think it shows. Read the rest of this entry »

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I Am A Mountain

I’ve always considered myself a loner, and there have been many times throughout my life I’ve wished I could just walk away, go up into the mountains and live off the land. Sometimes, I just want to get away; not from people really, but from the confusion and chaos we’ve made of this world. A world where important things like love, honor and truth have become lies; and half-truths, deceit, and hate have been embraced and accepted. Read the rest of this entry »

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Silent Raindrops

When I was a little boy, and I’d get hurt, I’d cry. Many times my dad would tell me to stop crying or he’d give me something to cry about. And I knew the slightest whimper or sigh would bring his fury upon me. I learned that silence–and dry eyes–was the way to avoid further pain. To this day I seldom show pain or angst in front of people. Except, that is, when I write. Read the rest of this entry »

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She Sat Alone

An oldie, but one of my favorites. A link to the original story, A Box of Moonpies is included in the post

Marbles In My Pocket ~ The Official Blog of Charles L. Mashburn ~ Poems, Short Stories, and random thoughts from the author of "Be Still... and know that I am God"

So, you’re not in the mood for laughter today? Then pull up a chair, set a box of tissues on the table, and get ready to have your heart strangled and torn into tiny pieces, as you read this poem based on my short story, “A Box of Moonpies”. I’ve posted the story for those who might like to read it.

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