Posted in Musings, Opinion

And you raise your hands in some stupid symbol…

And you raise your hands in some stupid symbol…

https://albigensia.wordpress.com/2020/12/04/and-you-raise-your-hands-in-some-stupid-symbol/
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I thoroughly enjoyed this post enough to share. It struck a chord. A lesson on interacting with others is buried in there. Maybe if we took a moment of silence… ❤️

Posted in Musings, Opinion, Photography, Poetry

Pointed Remarks

These caustic responses (above), to comments I left on a fellow blogger’s post, whereby he criticizes imaginative intelligence of the unseen, demonstrates how easily people take social interaction to extreme levels of violence. The remarks I made to his post obviously hit a sore place in his psyche.

A few years ago I might not have recovered from such expressive vitriol. Today, it washes off my wagging back. No need for a towel to sop up the blood. Yes! I am absolutely free from caring what people desire me to believe. My soul has reached a pinnacle of revelation I had only dreamed possible.

My first remark, on his post, was meant to let some fresh air in the room. As I am a lover of nature, and the experience of wind blowing in the face and the spirit lifted to mountain heights, is like no other.  My comment read, “Blah! True or not, scientifically I’m bored by all the back and forth. Grab your knapsack and a take a hike. Knowledge is costly and freedom a rarity.”  My intention was to lighten the heavy dinner course he served. Perhaps a salad is essential to digest every meal. Or to enjoy a lemon tiramisu, after a brick is dropped on one’s head, brings happiness to the heart.

Now, obviously by his reply, he took my words true to heart and bit back with vampire vengeance. Obstructing justice, he took his brain out to lunch and fed it crap. The physical world indeed loves death of all kinds.

To counterpoint my own venom, I wonder if I deserve the wrath to the playful dessert I offered? To listen to him, one would think heaven forbids one to contemplate perceptive wisdom. Dreamers are never welcomed by skeptics of paradox.


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On a softer, gentler note, there is no greater animal of regal posture than a lumbering moose. And before anyone spouts nonsense against my smitten friend, remove yourself promptly. Unless, of course, one is dressed in proper decor and fitting well. Your smile is always welcome. And a wink on occasion is simply divine!

Now, let the world turn another day. Let no rain cloud block your sunny face. Smile.

Posted in Art, Music Video, Opinion, Poetry

cheating…

remember cigarettes?

so i was tagged to participate in a 3-day lyrics challenge and thank you to Philosophy Through Photography for inviting.

i am cheating on this challenge because i am posting day two, before day one is over. my reasoning is that i may not be here tomorrow… well, i maybe here on earth… but absent on WP and before you know it… i will forget my obligations and fall short of completing what i started…

so i will finish what needs to get done… before i vanish. (there i go again, explaining myself for no reason.)

There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware

I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind

It’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side

It’s s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away

We better stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

Stop, now, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

Songwriters: Stephen Stills

For What It Is Worth lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

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World! Honestly i am quite confused. Ethics are out the window. Some work is getting done. Behind closed doors, politicians sneaking cookies out of sealed drawers. Religion of sorts, calls for peace, while slitting throats. Citizens are finding privacy will not keep you out of jail. They pad the cell, to keep you alive. Paranoia creeping inside… scream while you can. They will find you and silence you in time.

not forgetting… share your favorite song… no need to tag in my world… your just it!

Posted in Opinion, Random

A book is published…

Not me. Probably will never be me… watch as i slip behind the curtain.

But seriously, what is better than a dark, psychological thriller for 99 cents? Feeling good about supporting an author. So go purchase here and you can read more about Jennie Ensor here.

Why are you still here? GO Splurge 99 cents on yourself and support a fellow blogging author… then get to work and write your book. Maybe? 👋🏻🕊🧡

Posted in Opinion

this is my opinion…

Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.

I read this article…

Is this our world?

Here is my heart reaction, in words.

This is equally tragic as 9/11. The voices of those dead in Chicago cry out for us to take action. How do we react? We dissect each tragedy and look for blame. Is there blame? On who or what? Scholars divide the problem into money, race and gender. But i say the problem is time, compassion and heart. We are too busy to listen to the kids in first grade who open up and tell about their life.

Once trust is earned, the problems surface. These children are calling out for help. 

The little child tells me he will never make his momma sad and be like his older brother. He wants to read and learn. But then he enters sixth grade and they bully him into submission. Take his backpack and books and call him shame. “Shame on you for listening to whitey! They hate you. Dont you remember?” Those words echo in his head and dig into his heart. I scream in a whisper. “I care. I am white. So what? Can you not see my heart. It beats for every death you celebrate. Every life you snuff out.”

To the kids i knew at School on Wheels. I hope someday we hug in heaven. ❤️❤️❤️ Or even better we run into each other some where in this world!

Posted in Musings, Opinion

My Facebook Rant (reblog)

I notice people of varying races like to point out faults of other races… and religion and sexes. So in my INFP Facebook group i wrote:

Equal disgust to any person, regardless of race, religion, sex, etc., right? Because its great people talk … so next time you defend another religion, race, sex, etc., for doing same, remember your outrage at this. Next post could easily be someone you couldnt believe would be so barbaric, like MS13 gang or muslim jihadist or fill-in-the blank with murderers, rapists, which knows no bounds… try speaking out against them as well. And how about defending the children sold and appearing in US court with no parent showing up to claim them. Defend the girls in the middle east stoned to death… but still breathing. Defend the white christian south africans being massacred. Or even black christians in nigeria. You get the point.

Have heard nothing yet. No feedback… waiting.

My other point of view… on my personal page.

Hate knows no bounds. I find it particularly aggravating when we point out a race, religion or sex committing evil against another. It is the mind, heart and soul that is damaged that is capable of committing atrocity more than the skin color. Some people commit crimes, who adhere to a particular worldview, based on ethnicity or religion and even sex, but they are twisting what is normally a peaceful existence. At least i hope so. So…. when someone points out a “white” “brown” or “black” person, which really is varying degrees and shades, let us remember we all have light in our background. All humanity begins with light. Let us not twist humanity into evil and box us into stereotypical groups. All people are capable of committing evil. All.

Posted in Art, Musings, Opinion, Poetry

My Feathered Heart

Jeanne’s GoodReads Review Please feel free to add me to your Goodreads’s friend’s list. 😁🕊🎶

My Feathered Heart (original poem)

My review of The Feathered Heart by Mark Turcotte.

I once found a teeny-tiny downy woodpecker feather. At most, the feather measured one inch (2.54 cm) in length. My guess as to the year found would be 2010. I had since lost the treasure to find it again while packing up our house to move. Today’s date 3/11/2018.

The feather, seen above in the bookmark constructed, is grey/black with five incomplete white spots. The spots are not complete circles as the white color lies on the fringe. As such, it mimics my teetering heart, lying on the edge of an invisible border erected by thoughts. It is my feathered heart that led me to find Mark Turcotte and his book of poems, The Feathered Heart.His book will be returned to as often as needed. To remedy my soul with feeling words erected as fences. (I found a used copy, to be delivered just in time for my birthday, through Amazon 😁.)

My wayward feet travel searching for answers. The silences weave protection. The war i battle is not within but from outside the curtained window. I learn to dress in velvet’s hope.

Posted in Opinion, Poetry, quotes

Poems: A Reading of the game of boxes

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A book purchased at Indy Reads. I like her style, voice. Poetic fragments of stories told in concise language, with much left to imagination. The subject matter of relationships, both with lovers and with children, give reason to celebrate our excess and absence of connection.

Chorus (p.19)

The ones we love fall asleep
to our abandon,
we are always abandoning them
and then finding them,
we’d be lost could we not
abandon them, could we not
find and abandon them.

Tell no one where we go at night
in our sleep, how far we walk,
toward what, but accompany us
to the soundings, the quicksands,
and the rocks.

Her average rating on Goodreads is 3.69. One critic gave her zero stars, stating he “was pretty unimpressed by this work…nothing challenges, nothing is unique or traditional.” He goes on to say “it reads like someone who wanted to write what she always thought poetry was but never considered what it could be.”

Another reviewer gave her one star with “reading this collection is the limited range of poetic resources on display…the plainspoken voice can only carry a reader’s interest so far.”

For those who enjoyed her poems, one reviewer was “won over by the plainspoken…playfulness and the repetition.”

Susan said “you need to read if you are of this century but also a little bit lost in the past.”

Other words to describe her were “abstract but not over the edge”, “easy to read with a density to them”, “Surprising. Haunting in a delicious way.” and then “the language of the poems…often felt unfinished or like they were missing something or like I was missing something.”

Poetry, for the consumer, is really about the pull into the story far more than the textbook understanding of what a poem is or could be.  The Game of Boxes is 4/5 stars for me, but then I am not a critic of poetry, but rather a consumer. So really, what do I know about critically assessing others language other than if it moves me, like a man leading in dance, then I confess my love.

Posted in Advice, letters, Memoir, Musings, Opinion, quotes, Soul Journal

Swim Against the Waves

For my lovely daughter. Always. And Forever.

Wow! Yesterday was quite eventful. Not in a good way either.

There is a back story to this story that unfolded shortly after breakfast. I was busy writing Christmas greetings to family and friends, realizing how few cards we had received this year. The amount of personal greetings slashed by modern life.

When, to my surprise, my daughter came bounding down the stairs, so early in the morning.  It is Christmas break from studies so this was most unexpected.

I despise Snapchat. Instagram. Even Facebook has become a weapon against humanity. They had assaulted my daughter again. Naked photos of themselves. Asking her to send in like.

She had never wanted to fight back. She is a teenager and teenagers do not always think so well. Hormones and all. But she had been attacked too many times to lay down her sword. She picked it up and I stood with her. I picked my sword up too.

I made a phone call to the school. I needed to speak to someone. Was any one going to listen? Really hear me and my daughter? Do something to change how we interact.

There seems a hollow cry in our schools, churches, government, to stop bullying, assaults, sexual victimization against each other.  People talk loud and do little. They stand up strong and bend with the wind.

Sex is a beautiful gift. Meant to be protected by love and care and understanding. Not a quick fix to fill a void. Not a solution to calm the raging inner world. Who even believes that anymore? Anyone?

So the Dean of Students and the Assistant Principal sat there and listened. Their advice quite trite, get off social media. What? She wants to make friends. Be a friend. Why should she not fight back and change the landscape of abuse? Why do the good people need to retreat and lay down their swords?

As we exited school property, two police officers pulled up. Our schools are now protected by officers of the law. What little law is up held. We are flying free in the streets, rioting and not caring of the girl, weeping in the night. Now afraid to be a friend to the world.

My daughter has recently turned 18 but she was made an adult before she had a chance to be a kid. So it is with modern society. It has become an adult before it ever figured out how to be.