Code Blue Goodbye – Building a Mystery

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The careworn strings of the Golden Harp

pinged and softly uttered silent tunes.

While a man hacked in his own second hand smoke

his ruddy fingers stained with history

pushed aside his last beer.

 

The whir of the fans and the stale fog of ale

covered the bar in a misty layer of melancholic dew.

Their problems lurked like angry trolls at a feast

and the bridge that creaked and moaned with

never a  holiday, sighed at the slow approach

of another broken man.

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The man with his plans nears the crossing

and the clocks chime in a foreboding resonance.

wearily warning as the bell struck decisively.

His watch seemed to have shrunk and the once supple

arms now wilted and wrinkled,  protest implacably.

 

Assented to a journey to a place he did not want to go.

The cold Coliseum stood hauntingly bare.

 

In the eyes of someone who knew him less,

they may suppose a lot of things about him

and his well-traveled highway

but death is a period in a long paragraph

filled with memorials soon enough forgotten.

 

As he entered the bridge the troll grunted

and the vapors collected in the sky

and swallowed that passing man.

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Never Ending Story – We can all make a difference.. now.

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   Bob Dylan – Rainy
Well, they’ll stone when you’re try to be good
They’ll stone ya just a-like they said they would
They’ll stone ya when you’re tryin’ to go home
Then they’ll stone ya when you’re there all alone
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned.Well, they’ll stone ya when you’re walkin’ ‘long the street
They’ll stone ya when you’re tryin’ to keep your seat
They’ll stone ya when you’re walkin’ on the floor
They’ll stone ya when you’re walkin’ to the door
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned.

They’ll stone ya when you’re at the breakfast table
They’ll stone ya when you are young and able
They’ll stone ya when you’re tryin’ to make a buck
They’ll stone ya and then they’ll say “good luck”
Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, They’ll stone you and say that it’s the end
Then they’ll stone you and then they’ll come back again
They’ll stone you when you’re riding in your car
They’ll stone you when you’re playing your guitar
Yes, but I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they’ll stone you when you walk all alone
They’ll stone you when you are walking home
They’ll stone you and then say you are brave
They’ll stone you when you are set down in your grave
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned.

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We’ve got
Police Brutality- Murder in the Streets
Right vs Left
Political thieves – Ali Baba
Crips/Bloods
Oultaws/Angels
Sharpton/Westboro
Kennedy/Reagan
Bush/Clinton
ACORN/KKK
Tea Party/Black Panthers
Rap/Death Metal
Fire/Rain
Blood and Steel
You can’t be real.
Lots of talk/no action
Food Kitchens/Billionaires
Heinz/Koch Bros
Getting rich,
No wonder Life’s a bitch.
Black,  white
Asian and Cree
Political Correctness
D AND R.
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We are in this together and the politicians and representatives represent and stop playing the race card because we are people and that is it.      We have the future to consider and changes that are not political as much as pragmatic that will benefit us all.     You see people excluding others in the name of a cause, whether it is abortion, guns, abuse, race,  etc and we need to act now.   Volunteer,  help and make the world a better place and forget slogans.  Do this!

Stay In Touch my Friend – Crying for Me.

I was happy that I found you old friend.
It was great to hear your voice again.
Like a thousand years had come and gone
and I seldom looked behind me to notice

Amazingly I remember I called you and
hearing your voice as I did
in my youth and you treated me with
the same respect. Like a sentence
abruptly aborted and finished in warp time

You were a mentor, a friend and a musical muse,
you were my teacher teaching and
we clarified our memories in rarefied air.

I felt a breeze blow by one day,
as autumn leaves prepared to nest
and rest upon the earth.

Like impatient tenants going back home
for the winter they met the ground,
their lives like fodder for angry rakes
as winter was finally near,

and in-spite of your troubles, you seemed to thrive,
telling me this was the highlight of your day
when I called you each morning.

In a somber moment Leukemia was playing it’s
somber song and it’s death sentence hit like a gavel.
With no chance for an appeal
I felt your heart grow weaker and your
long life go slack.

but the harp was more insistent now.
with strains of comfort to aid your weary heart,
The skies stretched forth and down.

Like a rope or a chain that came loose
and your ship began to float dreamily by.

It was quite obvious that heaven’s gates
blew open, like a gale at sea
and the cares of this world could no longer
hold you

I saw death’s whirlpool up ahead.
I knew the end was close, I heard it
in the crashing waves, I heard it
in your voice.

Each day you were insistent,
telling me how you loved me,
your now raspy voice conceding.

When that call came, from your family
and mentioned your name. I asked how you
are doing and she said, “She was so sorry”,
my friend has passed away.

“To be certain – outside of belief in the sovereignty of God, we contend that true holiness in thought and in behavior cannot be wrought. The firmer the persuasion, the greater the consequent sanctification.”
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Silver Alert issued for man missing from Greensboro

As I progress through and into my late 50s, this kind of alert is a very good thing to have and I pray with all my heart and his family can sleep well again.

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GREENSBORO, N.C. — The N.C. Center for Missing Persons has issued a Silver Alert for a missing endangered man.

Citizens are asked to be on the lookout for Rosco Russell, 73, who is believed to be suffering from dementia or some other cognitive impairment.

Russell is a black male who is approximately 6 feet 2 inches tall and approximately 190 pounds. He was last seen wearing a black jacket and black rimmed hat. He was last seen at 100 Meadowville Lane in Greensboro.

Anyone with information about Russell should call Det. A. T. Mchenry at the Greensboro Police Department at 336-373-2435.

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Autumn Whispers

I exploded into existence,  as cells merged,  divided and took form.   Two entities morphed into one in what would be me.  I became part of a yet larger world that I could not see a waxy,  bubbly and energetic orb wheeling across the borders.    It was as like a radio station where inside of my universe I heard the strain and the laughter from beyond.   The giggling sniggling breaths and then strings of symbols like a song wafted across the room and into my very essence.

I radiated outward inside my world and was stretching it to the limit.  The sense of uneasiness collared me as another change was moving my world.    Head first I plunged into a galaxy of lights and emotion.   The feelings cascaded from every corner and I too felt the sting of awareness and extremity.

My release was as a virtual shock as light and confusion mixed into a grainy panorama that was cold and now my tiny extremities began to flex,   as I nearly passed out from crying,

I met the personality that housed me,  first with joy and then as puzzlement as her pain signaled the start of life itself.  Me.

As any kid I would play.   Touching everything and experiencing consequences and learning to cope.    Strong emotions shot across the room and bouncing into the foyer where they simply passed like the sun’s.  The two monoliths separated with jagged edges as I grew up.  Towering infernos of irreconcilable differences.

I felt a strange urge, to do what those two did with me,  and it was kind of like those feelings to each other but I vowed never to get to that end.    I was wrong there too.   No easy instructions,  study and toil and consummate joy,  I had matriculated past fading masters with new ideas.   Thoughts that would be born into greatness in one of us.

But even as the power of the Universe slowly fades,  I began to fade.    Others fell too before me.   Like welched up hope cleaving to the sides of sand and then sailing into the aether,  I too surfed to a place unknown.   Quantum stairways without rails.   My steps were sure and my gait tenuous and strong.   The place of lights and mirrors established my footholds and I took a seat,  reverently.

As my life left as an Autumn leave,  I found harmony,  whatever the name.