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Flittering by. A Discourse.

There I was, lying in a ditch.   The circumference of my head,  was enough to make egress impossible.  I was however, unwilling and quite recalcitrant.  My head also fought with frantic madness.  My Galaxy expanded,  my Manic phases were of the ‘Hyper Kind”.

But overall vigilance became larger and with that,  more space to fill.  Some began to wonder about my madness.   My existential clutters being excised, but to no avail.

Remember,  some of the kids have died since these this song came out.  A friend lost two kids eight and nine years old, with in one year.  Both cancer.   The girl,  who was nine years old, was telling a girl that this nine-year was picking out her ‘funeral dress (hers)’.  This was a crushing loss.

 

Almost too much.  As our own baby passed away,  it compelled me to help alleviate suffering, as much as I ca    From charity event,  to prayers of encouragement and your donations.

We set up a wish for the kids.   There are the tired and suffering families,  who carry the anchors of melancholy.   We pass by way too quickly and the for the innocents who some have forgotten.   Lets not forget the wounded and lost families.  I lost a newborn,  who was only a couple of weeks old.   The baby was the size of my hand.  About 16oz.   The loss of David,  and the kidnapping of my daughter,  can only make one stronger.  Some say “how”It is also something to thank God for.

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These biting nightmares can manifest itself in miracles.  To see the faces of jaded lives is to see something that can at least,  make a child’s face and those of the parents smile.  Watching your dreams fade, is only a start.

My own Bi-Polar stuff and Epilepsy makes it hard to type, but I would gladly give my  life to the lives of my children.   Not even a second thought, with no regrets.

The sickness comes and goes.  The aura of my perceptions,  are as maddening as the seizures.   To the professionals in white, there was an unknown etiology.  So seizures became abstract, with my foot fast, on the pedal.   One foot became jealous.  The jerking of limbs, who some thought stress,  others Epilepsy.   But I know for a fact,  that these particles are obscure and these issues, so-to-speak,  hung around  like the  rings of Saturn.

As I found a weak spot,  on that surface as cold as  winter  ice,  tiny fractures become splintered.   Like slow-motion eddies on an icy plane.   I ran frantically,  from pole to pole, hearing wicked refrains and blessings in harps.

I took a shying twig and watered it.   An evolution of a kind.  A proximal gestation,  already born.  The sickness in the minds of man,  new manacles,  prostrate and sneaky.  I took a glance at the lights from the North.   Far below the icy Temples,  the deep blue seas and lights redux,  came the billowing spray.

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My exigencies became clear.  The icy-fog relented,  the potent oceans quelled.  A tiny yellow bird,  looked around expectantly,  locking eyes with me.   In a dance of reluctant stars, a new bird was softly touching down.  With it’s muse-like appearance,  it become a willing blue.  Effervescing glows on those winged warriors,  find and preparing safe places,  among the dingy snow.

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Feeling Like a Rock!

I am feeling like an avalanche coming.    The smallest tremor to set me off.  Don’t get me wrong,  I am not considering any self-harm, to me or to others.  The shadows are coming again,  slowly,  but steadily.  One or two  of these are in ‘living color’.  Shadows of doubt,  panic attacks, like a Tsunami.   I hear the roar,  waters that creep and fill me,  with pains of high and Low Tides.

I have thought of my new name.  Do you like it? It was pretty racist to behold.  I have shanks of poetry,  misplaced grammar and enough hubris to weigh me down.  But rather I wish to find a copper coin.  I wish to elucidate,  on a lily pad called destiny.  I want to pick away the burrs.  To the Longfellow chaps.   I want to find a nuance and let it work for all of us.  Not a twenty and definitely not a line for ghouls.  I want to make mince meat into pies.  Not lines of craters nor lines of white.  I wish to find… and destroy it.  I wish for them to grow.  Not in some rusty hole.  I pray that these come to pass.

It is the dawn of anxiety,  I see my head floating downstream.  Portable Sinkholes,  elaborating,  roiling downward,  and making life ‘like a buoy’, a respite from the darkest downs.

A song, a note,   reveries with plumb lines,  like spider webs twisted.  Sometimes the emotions are overwrought, with their own insanity, glossed over but not forgotten.  Let us play harpsichords and twing a violin.  Let’s stop the wrong kind of thing.  Planting history with falling leaves.

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Waves…

Crashing waves upon distant shores.

Trying to make my song, a love song… Trying to make it, all yours.  The Cicadas dancing at night , over and over, the same song plays, chafing upon tender heart strings.   Violins in  tempest, wrought iron stories,  pinging like,  footsteps on a forest floor.

Like Needles and pins,  the ones that stick in our mind.  Overlapping melodies from time to time.   Crescent songs in the darkness of night,  the dripping of tears, drifting downstream, drifting alright, drifting all night.

My song(s) will never play, not in other’s places, not in here nor in there,  just black letters floating like liquid dreams.  I feel the draft of cold dense clouds.  I feel the heaviness of pain, like songbirds kept  in canary coteries.    Icons push past rich velvet cases.   Inspiration, consecration, conflagrations, these make up our songs, with  grains and coats of irony.   No time for those things now, those that cannot last, until next time,  maybe never or then again maybe,  I’ll so try.

 

 

It all gets confusing,  these songs that I am using.   They double for themselves.  They fold up and spread out again.   Feelings as hard as the words they portray.  No,  many words that follow no path,  at all.  Effigies at best.  But an effigy is profound,  with the right kinds of song.  With the push and pull of chords,  past receivers and expounding alliterations,  we delve into simulacra,  crooning our version of that great song,  feeling we have done something after-all.

Six worded songs,  more than a haiku,  it was more than just fun, more fun, more fun for now.  Years re-pasted in the hallways,  which look all too familiar,  like pounds of upset visions,  blurring fainted paint and changing numbers on doors so thin.

So if you wish to portray what others have said,  that’s okay.   Just give it a new cover and be pleased.

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Pain And Hope! Up to you and Me.

Support Disney, Make-A-Wish and Give Kids the World,  and  will be jumping on board of this beautiful,  on-point and mega-talent young woman.   Also, we will be helping people in the Philippines.  Will help more than anyone can know.  My media contacts in the USA, Jamica, Virgin Islands and other associations.

 

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The Things that Really Matter

In the next few months,  we will be embarking on a quest to house homeless Veterans.  This will be no easy feat,  but it is achievable.  The biggest and best hope is an informed people, who lay aside political hyperbole and false narratives.  But what are these narratives?  What are the options?

Feeding our own poor,  who truly do need our help.  Not senseless rioting, raping women and girls.  Money that goes to the various social dichotomies,  SAIN kits and policies that help victims of those heinous crimes.  It is the women who suffer the vagaries by deed, police interviews and the court.

Ex-President Obama,  was big on campaign promises (immigration) and short on real initiatives.  The choke point was the Sequester. Well what about it?  Nestled in these obtuse proclamations,  was money that was diverted to (illegals, healthcare reform and the fish that saved Pittsburgh).   None of these were Republican issues per se, but they are real.

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The bargaining chip was the suspension of military pay and benefits.   Paring away needed support and doing an end run.  Two billion dollars which were earmarked for Veterans and to the VA , to pay for illegals.  Americans are watching us.  What are doing,  what is being done?  Nadda and more of that nada.

The people that matter and the funds to get this done.   Not five hundred dollar handshakes, the release sensitive documents and rapes that go unpunished.

More is going is to be said and done. Coming very soon.

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Moribund< out of touch.

There is a false dichotomy spreading across this nation.  Rather than bridging the abyss, the ravine grows colder,  deeper and in disrepair.  Mountains rumble, at  loss.  Time is suspended.   The cloudy white milk pours from deciduous pine trees, while hawks lurk high above in their rarefied air,  sending out notice, to prey.

Fear not the rain, nor the  poles, nor the mighty storms at sea.  They drain and sustain creating rivulets and rivers, of disparaging diversity.    Conditional causes, which do not change matter, but subverts it.  Hollowing trees, scattering bees and bees being boarders in their own land.  baby102

We walk a tight rope and swing from literal AND LIBERAL vines.  We have no time for childish dreams, yet we are the epitome of games and rancor.  We flourish with pens,  inks and blotters, we stutter with jurisprudence.

My own odyssey was  Quixotic.  It started out with being sequestered in a Mental Hospital in Raleigh,  NC.   That lasted about eight days.  The reason for the visit to the ER was a Major Seizure Attack.  The adventure had morphed into a kind of confinement,  a suggestion of mental entanglement.  Upon release, I contacted the hospital and with swift hyperbole,  I mounted their unilateral conjecture,  into a scathing injunction to repartee with a patient.   I MADE MY POINT.  Essentially  saying, “do not condescend to me and patients alike”.

 

I may again at some time during the next couple of weeks.  For right now,  more terrible blogs,   for you to enjoy and me to destroy.   Peace.