A while back I posted a blog titled "To Dream". It drew a number of responses but few words were shared on the original theme of the entry which was that all peoples are valuable, important, and loved. I blame myself for that as I opined on the conduct of the U.S. over the years which led to the muddling of the issue of who were the victims at Mumbai. A heated debate began on the causes of terrorrism. Folks arguing politics on a blog. Tempers flaring. Fingers pointing blame. Patronizing tones. Name calling. Insults. Hurt feelings.
One friend remarked to me that I had "opened up a can of worms". I shan't jump into the fray, however, I would like to share my thoughts on the matter. I believe that we must say what we wish and share that platform with all voices. Only true discourse aids us along our journey of discovery and is our only hope of lessening the gulf between us. Too many folks seem bent on finding someone or something to blame. Thus avoiding any responsibility to help solve problems and trying to find possible solutions. With their excoriating tones they only exascerbate divisions already in place, exasperating the problems moreso. I think that we should allow and encourage all to air their views. We can learn and perhaps somewhat understand the others viewpoint. If lucky, maybe we could arrive at a small compromise. We are all humbugs to someone. It just depends who's seat you're in. It may be prudent, for those that question the character of people from different backgrounds, to remember the old saying "walk a mile in my shoes". Subjectivity reigns. There will never be human synthesis. We're all individual. People don't always have to know who or what caused a difficulty to find a workable solution. We must never lose sight of our common bond of humanity and of our love for one another. The only people you should want to get even with are those who have helped you. Most world leaders share the same bed with the moneychangers, as in they use their power to further their own ends. They are the true helmsmen that steer the vessel of international policy. It is never they that have become burdened in debt. Nor has any of their own blood been spilled in their glorious crusade. No, it is always the common citizen who pays the price of filling the purses of those at the top. We've become lemmings fed on propaganda and led by patriotism. As we all know, time is the healer of all wounds and usually must be given its' just due before true enlightenment showers down upon us soothing our damaged hearts. We need a hard rain.
A citizen of our land, I am awakened this Monday morn amidst the tumult that is Republican. Tears fall from my eyes as my gaze is held hostage to witness the hastily dug graves of America where rain has turned the field to mud and the wooden markers are tipping over. One wonders how any citizen might support the deliberate actions of so dangerous an ill wind whose aim can only be to achieve subversion, obstruction, disruption, and destruction of our nation. To suspend democracy, erase freedom and rights, and the environment be damned, so that the elite few may make yet more money? Only they who apparently harbor zero thought of regard for their brother or sister might embrace such anarchy on such a grand stage and scale. Do people have any concept of just how dangerous it is to entertain the notion that the few at the top of the money pile have even an inkling of concern for their fellow man? Do you think that you will ever be invited to sit at the table with them? No, you won't. And even if you were, it would be in the role of stooge and would only last for as long as deemed necessary by the sharks so as they may enter the feeding tanks. Then you will be tossed into the maelstrom and before you know it, you too, will rest in the belly of the beast. I always felt that man was destined only to eventually become merely fish food. I just never thought that it could or would happen so quickly...
seems awfully dark around here
it must be me...
as tired are my eyes
blind lips seeking out, thirsting for a taste
of what they once knew
legs churning round in a circle on the ground
running for forever, they want to stop, but never
are the answers found
I thought we passed this long ago
let's sling mud
and draw some blood
wheee!
...are we having fun yet?
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hedistuff and lifesajoy are now wed in holy matrimony. our dreams have come to fruition. she is so lovely.
we are to wed in 10 days. two people...from different states...backgrounds...worlds really. we met on this site. we allowed ourselves to be loved. it tickles. I love her so.
I met this crazy girl named Lyn. We have made our home together. Her blood is Italian. She prepares food. She bakes, she casseroles, she sautes. We have a garden. She has spent many days processing vegetables. Our freezer is now completely full of summer's bounty. Just the other day, her arms heavily laden with fruits of our labor, she made yet another trek down the winding carpeted stairwell to the basement freezer. Well, unfortunately, she was wearing her (all too well) worn out slippers. All of a sudden, her feet took flight out from under her, her eyes popping wide open. KATHUMP! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! As my dearest caromed down this bumpy, slippery slope on her most tender buttocks (ouch!), not only did her spectacles remain in place upon her face (a feat in itself), but her load of bagged processed stuff made the trip (pun intended) undamaged. After the produce was placed in the freezer, she (surprise!) placed the slippers into the trash. She now closely carries a rather large purple painful reminder of her wild ride. Next years' garden may be scaled back a bit in size. Oh, and she got new slippers.
yes...lifesajoy moved in with me today. at last..pure joy is held, fast, by me. I am only so blessed. she is wonderful. my head now spins every moment. seems as though only love passes of her mind, her touch, her smile. the way that we have spoken and the way that we feel, about not only one another, but about all others in our world and beyond, has filled we two with such incredible love. Lyn is terrific....not only to and for me, but for and to anyone fortunate enough to cross her path. I love her so much.....she is so beautiful....
I was born and raised in the suburbs of Baltimore Maryland. My parents were hill people from West Virginia who had come east during World War II to find jobs. They were hired on at Glen L. Martin Aircraft which was later to become Martin-Marietta Corp. I grew up in a single home with about half an acre of land on a white oak lined avenue not far from a grade school. Next door to us lived a somewhat unconventional family (for the times), as they weren't a typical two parents with children scenario. No, there was my friend Tommy, his mother, her friend Mr. Knight, and an older gentleman Mr. Murphy. Well, Mr. Murphy would walk one mile each morning to Loch Raven Boulevard where the bus line ran leading in and out of the city. He would take the bus each day to his factory job downtown and then return late each afternoon or evening. As he returned each night from work, whenever he would come upon one of we children in the neighborhood, he would offer us a stick of chewing gum. Usually juicyfruit or doublemint gum. As his figure would appear up our street, someone would always remark "Here comes good old Mister Murphy." We all were very fond of Mister Murphy as he was so generous and kind to us all.
As my parents were from West Virginia, once or twice a year we would travel there for a visit (1950's, early 60's). Once away from Baltimore proper, our journey would mostly take place on winding two lane highways through valleys, up and then down mountains and so on. There were no fast food restaurants and our meals consisted of sandwiches of peanut butter and jelly, or bologna or cheese or somesuch fare either enjoyed in the car or at a roadside picnic table or fountain area of sort. Our bathroom breaks were either at places like this or at gas stations. On one such trip back to Baltimore when I was around age eight, we made a fuel stop at an Esso service station and I went and used their restroom. While inside, I discovered a package of what looked like, I don't know what, in the bottom slot of some kind of dispenser machine. Well, I put the package in my pocket and never mentioned it to anyone. We made our journey home and sometime later (I have no idea what day or when) as I sat on my front porchsteps I opened the package and discovered that they were balloons. So, I began blowing them up and tieing knots in them. As I was enjoying this, along came "good old Mr. Murphy". He told me that my balloons were dirty and that I should throw them into the street. He said that they were bad, dirty, get rid of them. I was puzzled. Huh? But, you know what I did? I threw them into the street. I didn't know why. I just did.
I was crying again today. For black peoples. Although, I suppose, human rights have improved in the US, the absolute hell that these folks have been subjected to through the centuries, can never be forgotten, much less erased. Impossible, for today the prejudice and dread cast upon them is alive and in every walk of life. Isn't this sad? Only a wonderful people. You know, they have always been a wonderful people. Only one thing changed them, somewhat. The selfish tyranny and crazed bloodlust possessed by their pale-skinned northern neighbors. It is only amazing that our black friends and neighbors could ever fully trust anyone. I'm so glad that they try. I love them so much.
on the wings of love
all my senses tuned to you
I fly higher than above
as my fancy has come true
I'm holding you
I'm kissing you
I'm loving you....
..................
I love you
I'll forever soar...on the wings of love
...
you smile as I come from behind you and wrap my arms around you
giggling as my face and tongue nuzzle your neck and ear
repeatedly...
you turn, your hands probing about my body
your lips, oh so sweet..find my mouth
our dancing embrace
our deep kisses
our deep love
wonderful passion
I love to massage your cheekbone with the tip of my tongue
I love your belly
to tongue massage the lower back of your thigh
to gently...rub
repeatedly...
in a small circular pattern...
the top of your head
your eyes close...you float
you're happy, you're safe, you're loved
I am so happy
I love you so
I am too happy. My family is with me now, except for my daughter, who will join us soon. Met a loving woman on this site. My life is now...life.
I am here, long last, lucky to be
of innocence found, classless, and free
with your eyes closed, look deeper to see
absent of judgement, you may agree
the calmness of mind, that which I preach
painful years it took me to reach
the art of statement, without speech
tone of acceptance, without impeach
to express oneself, without recall
foibles and weakness exist in us all
able to fail, yet still stand tall
beating our heads against the wall
freedom of thought, voice, and care
without concern for censure or glare
the courage it takes, should one dare?
or does it take courage? is it that rare?
is it up to another? are all our hopes pinned?
were to please myself or kith or kin?
values are smoke, they change with the wind
but my peace is set, beyond rescind
so yes, I am lucky, my love taught me hope
as in "Rape of the Lock" by poet Pope
of which I impart the final lines
"to err is human, to forgive devine"
so is my love a teacher of mine
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