I’ve traveled so far and yet been no where, "I’m a trip without a suitcase"(Tribute to the late Srgt. Kevin, I'll miss you friend …)... Let there be light through my looking glass darkly.
Spices are spicy, Back to the basics:
America have we become the Grand miscommunication’s and miss-educated? Is it so imperative to tweet on twitter that we distance ourselves from each other? What good is it to “know” some one on the opposite side of the world when your family member is a stranger? Estranged and lost is the man who does not venture to meet his neighbor. Friend, we need each other… reach out!!! “My fellow Americans” I am amazed at the way we have forgotten each other. How can a medium of communication become the temperate destroyer of our communication? Hanging me on a line is far more torturous, to be at distance at bay, is inhumane. Artificial intelligence was supposed to aid humans in facets of life such as making appointments or meeting times to increase our ability to find one another…not to create further distance.
Time is not a constrain, it is supposed to assist the humans in finding a pertinent location to unite simultaneously. The clock was intended as part of our stabling process, not a degratorial element of chaotic dismay…How can humans be vectored by a control that we ourselves created? We can’t…we’re the masters and concepts are the slaves!!! Not vise-versa!!!
I see my fellow American’s perverted into believing that unskilled means disrespectful and irresponsible…why? Respect is the acknowledgement to another that you are responsible to and for your actions and will answer for them without a deceptive quality in your justification. If you are honest and open then there should be no question that you are standing on your own feet and are a reasonable acknowledging acting agent that is worthwhile for interaction.
Workers who incessantly check their watches because no employer or consumer is going to get a single nano-second out of them for free: they’re going to punch out exactly on time.Problem… if your this worker daily, how much of the payers money do you waste, spending and dispensing his/her time in making sure your time is not stolen? How about just doing your job, by the job, and not always being selfish!!! There will be no where to work if the business fails, fool! Isn’t it unfair when someone can’t do as they’re asked, because it might be nearing a break or quitting? Why should anyone be paid for dilatory work habits and not being efficient, when there are so many unemployed Americans in America?
The exigency of this pandemic, this bagatelle of immiscible and intolerable cruelty towards others, necessitates a trenchant comment. Katzenjammer. The Takers argot, if it be so complex is this lessen’ of time, demands as tantamount of an obverse exigency on the part of the learned as the longueurs and passages of vulgarity that they dish out. The fustian charades of a Dictorial manqué, these commonplace desideratum of portraitures, are insignificant at best to the esoteric bell weathers who maintain a sedulous nature.
Subborn kakistocracy… a soigné hostess shall receive you as martinet as possible… A persons conscience doesn’t abide by majority rule(Harper Lee)…Hey, Dialogues of the Dead, I lived yesterday and long solely to “kindle a light in the darkness of being”(Carl Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections)! “It’s no measure of health to be so well adjusted to a profoundly sick society”(Krishna Murti 1895-1986). “We are all mad at some time or another”(Battista Mantuanus 1500 Eclogues). “If a man is in a minority of 1, we lock him up”(Oliver Wendell Holmes 1841-1935).
“Thinking is easy, acting difficult and to put ones thoughts into action, the most difficult thing in the world.”(Goethe) There’s a protest not far from my house. The people won’t go back to work, they want less work for more money (not equal work for equal pay).
Most of the protestors are expressing a desire to not work and take from others who they perceive as having more. They’re going to lose their jobs in a time of economic depression being stupid. Our country is at the verge of war and unskilled laborers are a dime a dozen seeking any chance to fill a position in return for sustenance.
When someone says, “I’m not going to work and you can’t make me. I’m not going to provide any service to anyone…and I’m going to screw you out of money”, I seriously wonder how long they think that others will accept that mentality? An entire society can’t be run (or fed on) “I’m going to take because I can’s” of the world, this isn’t productive at all.
Starvation will be a great motivator, hunger births necessity so perhaps these stupid people will wake up at the prospect that they are going to die? Undeniable truth, if you keel over your no longer a problem!
Teach the beast to see... a study in University revealed that American's greed clouds our better judgement. "Let's make a deal" study, demonstrated that no students took the deal when the professor offered $20 to each pair of students; no strings attached. The prospect of giving $15 dollars to their neighbor and keeping $5 for themselves, was too detestable for students to comprehend. The misconception of: "Fairness" became an atrocious curse to becoming a receipient of free money. My statement: if I come with nothing, and someone offers me $5 also for doing nothing... then what the hell do I care about what my partner receives!!! Be intelligible come with nada leave with something!!! Come on people, you're supposed to be educated and putting down greedy and impulsive ways!!! Mature a little!!!
When someone says, “I’m not going to work and you can’t make me. I’m not going to provide any service to anyone…and I’m going to screw you out of money”, I seriously wonder how long they think that others will accept that mentality? An entire society can’t be run (or fed on) “I’m going to take because I can’s” of the world, this isn’t productive at all.
Starvation will be a great motivator, hunger births necessity so perhaps these stupid people will wake up at the prospect that they are going to die? Undeniable truth, if you keel over your no longer a problem!
Teach the beast to see... a study in University revealed that American's greed clouds our better judgement. "Let's make a deal" study, demonstrated that no students took the deal when the professor offered $20 to each pair of students; no strings attached. The prospect of giving $15 dollars to their neighbor and keeping $5 for themselves, was too detestable for students to comprehend. The misconception of: "Fairness" became an atrocious curse to becoming a receipient of free money. My statement: if I come with nothing, and someone offers me $5 also for doing nothing... then what the hell do I care about what my partner receives!!! Be intelligible come with nada leave with something!!! Come on people, you're supposed to be educated and putting down greedy and impulsive ways!!! Mature a little!!!
Basic economics: if my location of work is failing then I too will fail. If my company is struggling then I must be willing to contribute in order to maintain a place of work/ business. Whatever I can do to help, within reasonable limits I will do. Of course I'm currently unemployed and considered undesirable in my area... due to the pesky problem of "over-education". Take one for the team, the art and mentality of sacrifice seems all but lost!!
10/14/11
An American Predicament on the roads of Cincinnati:
A slave revolution was
Tangled up in
Blue.
He opened up a book of poems
Words rang through the portals
Of my heart
Echoing a truth
Deep within.
The sky was the limit
Supported by solid ground
Our feet firmly planted
A people falling without a sound
Need a voice
Of their perspective
A reflection of their choice
A person that was
Granted
To hear their cries aloud
And speak.
Every person represented
Every mind
And experience
Portrayed
Identifying a sadness
In a world defined
So crude
Cruelly I sit debased
With each face that I faced
A story told
So onlooker behold
The madness
Of a rude
Structure less
Mentality.
As I sit in the city
A writer telling a lachrymose tale
In a suit
Suited best for the naked gal
They cried out to the city
Of an economy that failed.
A budding of a new ideal
Would challenge how we feel
A flower rose
As the number grows
Of protestors
That try to change what is real.
Reality is challenged
By the raging mass
No longer will they fast
In a world acting crass.
Reveal a new found means
Seeping from their loins
There would be no repeating
Of the past
Shaded by the greens
They seek a better future
For the youth emerging from their groins.
How do we bring about a better end
To this rebellious message
At the bend
At the corner of walk and don’t walk
On the passageway of this place
The forlorn people begin to talk
Of the problems
Which unfairly grace
Their presence.
An essence arrives
Stronghold in the park
A yellow cab-bee drives
Beeps to make his mark
People stroll throughout
The dark
Looking for a way
To change the problems
Of today.
Foreclosure.
And I the lonely musician
Play a requiem song
Who am I to say
What is right
Or wrong?
I agree that the rebel
Is upset
Thrust into the world
Tossed without a cause
How does he forget
That he’s present
But
Unfurled.
Each individual provides a gift
A starting place
Worthy of a pause
Each beat creates a rift
Of a heart
Occupying a space
A vision
Of a worldly flaws
Oh how the mighty have fallen
When the calling of the few
Is met by the resounding
Of a different
Jaded world view,
The homeless man
Is hounding
Jilted
Uprooted
He desires a change
From a world so strange
Alien to his hope
With his back against the rope
A freedom fighter
Will not be herded
Like cattle
A tolling of an elegy
A dirge chimed by a bell
A people that will no longer accept
Living in a hell…
“Give me freedom or give me death”
A misdirected cliché into
The night
An icy frost sits upon us
As a bird takes its flight.
Man stands prostate
Fearless of his fate
Firmly planted for what’s right
He locks arms
And the blockade takes sight.
Join hands and huddle together
The power within is growing fast
If you feel a despair upon you
A conglomerate can glue
You with ropes upon the mast
Petals paddle across the shore
Of a puddle
In fear tyrants muddle,
A tear falls from those
Cries
Of a wretch’s little eyes
The chanters grateful to no longer be alone
“Will not take it anymore”.
A guy on his phone
Records the escapade
Cascading waters fall
From the people not being
Paid.
The high towers stand so tall
In a phallic city on this street
The lofty will no longer smile
But will bear a grin of defeat.
Sitting on the stone--
Hinged with one of my
Many hats on
A meeting place
Of flesh and bone
Will not end till
Hatred is gone.
“Don’t put us down”
In the ditches we crawl
This plaza, in this town
Is a home to us all
We love one another
Brethren embracing brother
You can not defeat
A cacophony
Serenading
How alike they were
In their differences
United can’t be beat.
“United we stand, divided we fall.”
Proclaiming up against a wall
Of oppression
This visual session
Plants the seed of gutter trash
That won’t crash because of greed.
I don’t particularly
Like their message
Confused and scattered
Are their
Screams-- “the virility of greens”
But as long as they’re
Together
I agree with their
Means.
“Stop the corporate feeding”
Upon the workers
Lives--don’t count us out so fast
Drop your eyes no more
We cannot be down cast.
We are proud
And belt out loud:
“Work for the greater good,
Brooding for sustaining life
If you preserve all of the Being that you could…
You would not profit from our strife.”
“Equal work for equal pay”
Communal loitering out today
A woman with a handkerchief
Blankets her head
Adorning a crown
Of her strife
She lies in bed
Dreaming
Of someone to save her life.
She quilted patches together
Stars and stripes she symbolically
Made
Colors standing so bright
That the world
Could never fade
The image
Of a peoples
That will not fall
w/out a sound
Resounding on the streets
Freedom will be found.
Financial relief?
A tired and weary lady
Was sitting on a bus
Humbly she started a fuss
Of a revolution
Of man:
Equal rights!
To modify our fate
Caused by the hate--
Of an oppressor oppressing
Opaque and opulent
Beings
Authenticity
Is renowned
“For we the huddled mass”
Stand upon hallowed ground.
Do all roads lead to Rome?
Destruction on the street
Fiddling while a cigarette
Slowly burns
Out in the dying embers of a flame.
“I’m fired up and I can’t take any more--
Show me what Democracy’s for”
this is the reason
Why I came.
A pilgrim from a foreign land
A new Gemeinshaft rhymes
A rhythm of a Zeitgeist (spirit of the times)
Rises with each hand
Joined together
As a ghost
Something lurks and
Harms my moderation
An aura inevitably hosts
A haunting legacy
Memorializing
A memory
Of what I believe
A gestalt should
Be--
Freedom really means that each person
Should be free!
Safety in numbers--
Protect each cog in the
Wheel…of society--
Sustain our rights and privileges
A “pursuit of happiness”
That we desire
Don’t destroy a way of peace--keepers
Your agendas put
Our country’s beliefs
Upon a funeral pyre.
“Stand tall-stand proud”
The workers call so loud--
Don’t torment a reality
Respect if you have
Responsibility
To secure--not procure
A few tents
Small shelters
For people
Standing on the street
The dark falls down shading
A people that won’t
Be beat.
A goal--they comically preferred
An effigy
A parody--
Jokers laughing
At something they
Don’t understand--
Because they won’t try
“I was sick last night--my friends would not let me die.”
One heart we all bleed
The same
The survivor said to a passer-by
Who came to hear and see
Causing a reality
Justice.
In awareness:
“One love” they chanted
“One people” a soul tear cried
“One voice” spoke out
Finally the protesters unified.
I
Look up to the skies
And see his pale
Blue eyes
And ask
Is it
Enough for me.
I spent a lot of time
Getting here
Hope is a cause that gives
One a reason to wake up in the morning!
Sailor take warning
The red skies of the mourning
Bleeds the severed
Wound--dry
A people who will try
To rid the world of a crime
Of putting down
The climb
Of a revolution
Growing near.
De-escalate
A terrorist leader
Build a fire
Under his ass
Ask him no more questions
He’ll fall
Upon the call
Of the mass…
No psychological torture will be tolerated any more…
Lay your stick, as a flower, down upon the floor.
We have to walk this path
The many and the few--
Stand focused on our journey
And victory will be
Ours too.
Outreach--outstretch
The arms of communication
And kiss, hug and embrace
The differences together
We can meet the diversified foe
That we face
As a loving caring
People--
Economically,
Let’s work--
It works!
“Go back to work!”
Nothing more needs to be said…
Even in the most unfavorable conditions,
Be grateful that you still have a job…
A home…
When you sit in the park getting
The only truly displaced
And rejected person
Who apparently has no resources
Ejected from his home…
A tent in the park
That the police allow to stay
Because there’s nowhere
Else for this beautiful human life force to go
And illegally squat
For the night
This park…
Is His only home
Don’t uproot the kind and sharing
Person
Who just appreciates your company
Joining him outside for a while
By telling him to abandon the park
Because it’s not safe
For you who has a place
Located elsewhere to stay
In shelter.
Sheltered is the man who has never had
To suffer truly without
On a day to day
Survival basis
Where the next meal is the furthest ahead
That he can think.
Irony:
A group of “compassionate” people
Fighting homelessness
Are
Evicting
The all ready evicted
Despondency
That attempts to look at the bright side
Of a situation.
If you can’t hear protestors
Then at least listen
To a man that is telling you
That there are worse ways of being
And yet he is…
And can not find work
To sustain his
Existence…
He thanked you kindly for the food--idiots.
What you’re complaining about
Lacking…
Or fear of being without
He endures
Daily.
Content with
Little
To nothing
The happiest man in the park
Was definitely the
One
Who was the richest in spirit
And the poorest in goods.
You could have offered him
A minute outside of the elements
And yet you further
Ostracized him
Because you felt
Greedy
And that you were worse off then he…
This isn’t a pissing contest
He is glad to have a name--
To be noticed
To be recognized
To still be located on this earth
For another moment in time
There is nothing that you
Or anyone else can further neglect this man
He is free from the fetters
Which plague the common
He is not burdened by the excesses
Or desires to take from another
Because life is all he has
Or needs.
He is simple and pure
And the liberties he maintains
Are more beautiful and human
Humane
Than any that you proclaim to have.
He is
Grace
Incarnate
mortal
And aware of his own mortality…
He is…
And can be…
Simply a man in the park
Content…
A black girl
Had had no home ever
And finally she had a
Home
With the group
I observed that spirit in her
That she was cued on to others and not on herself
No self-absorption
But a little bit of a space-cadet
Talks from the heart.
She finds sanctuary also here in the park.
As I walk around
The floral bed
Of blossoming ideas
undirected buds…
Spud-ding the fruits of an
Effort
Depends on you still having a job on Monday!
Sustain, maintain
And contain
The liberties
Divine
Innately in control
Of the actions in the grind
Of the system
The ebb and flow of the system
“Use daggers against your enemy don’t use a knife”
An establishment of a peaceful protest
Does not include the
Solicitations of attorney’s
And the cursing of a person
Who
Wears a mask
(for don’t we all share this quality)
Pushing him out of the group in anger
Because his opinions
(which are not recognized)
May be a
Little different.
Oh holy ones of Israel
When did you become so out
Of contact with yourselves
That you’ve forgotten
What it is to
Accept?
Occupying with a flag and a sign
“world peace, of course”
I’ll hammer and anvil my way
To success
And you better agree
With me
Because
I said so,
And every indoctrinated fool
Agrees with me--
He better-
No pressure-no intimidation
Submit to my disorganized
Will-
That I don’t even know how to disclose
My own mercurial intents
Fluctuating
In the wind--
Because
I want…
And feel uncomfortable
I suffer
And I want you to suffer
With me…
Bearing my burden
As I make my problems
Yours.
For Thine is the kingdom
Yours and mine
As we park,
Ourselves in the park
Tonight!
Take a picture of
The congregation--
None shall pose a
Threat--
Hang your persona’s
Up on the wall
As you express your dismay
At the tyranny of it all.
Be yourselves and not an image
And imagine
Someone could lesson
The tears that
Fall from the forgotten.
Regret--
On a tedium of a cry
Someone couldn’t
Wipe the sad
Yearning
Collapsing sorrow upon the floor
Can we open a portals door
From one eye/I
To another?
You break my heart you know, dear protestors,
I’ve had enough
Of your kind of love
I swear to myself
That I’m going to stand my ground
But one look at you breaks my defenses down
Once again I let you back in
I can’t help myself
My tears
Have always been…
Here
On the streets of my
Fellow man
Standing my ground,
On a pedestal
Prostate and erect
I am a sentient Being
In the world
Not of the world.
Have a little Faith in me…
When your heart is hurting
Talk to me
Is anyone better than
Anyone else?
Can we forgive and accept
One another as kindred spirits?--
And will anyone hear it?
An echo has been heard
Calling out into the dark
A poet sitting…
Sit…
Sass…
In the park!
Stay in there, you’re witnessing a revolution
A revelation
Of mankind…
From a dim-witted
Compilation
Of dis-organized dorks!
Who waste a hell of a lot of time
yours and mine
You may not know my name
But I know yours
I’d like to buy you a drink
This ain’t my first rodeo
Of facing the truth.
Living in your own self-emanating chaos
I know a little bit about this dream…
Holding onto the past
Time goes by so fast
How we start at the beginning
Of the palm of our hand--
And not break it in two?
A proposal:
Torment and condemnation is harvested
Man…
“I”,
“my family”,
“my neighbors/friends”
If I don’t take the time to know them
Am I really actively participating
And being in my time
Or just being in a lonely stretch
Of nothingness
That is disturbing me
Because I won’t integrate.
I travel the highway of my way
Disintegrating
A far way from gone
But further down the line
Too soon to know what’s up
Ahead
But recognizing what was behind
I’m passed the ½ way point
But a far cry from the home that lies…
In You!
Don’t flock
Expecting others to fix
Themselves
Before you are willing to do the same
Work
Yourself.
The challenge
The task is yours
And yours alone.
First and foremost
You can’t reap the benefits
Of another’s toil
Watching her/him vanish before your eyes.
If you as a stranger feel that you’re someone that they know
Treat them to a coffee
And a chat
Not a substantial loss
Of life!
If you have an insatiable hunger--
Your un-fill-able need will
Tantalize a starving
Artist’s
Cause--till a premature death
Arrives.
Even Sisyphus can’t roll
That boulder up a hill…
Atlas
Can’t hold all the
Weightiness
That you would burden him alone to
Bear…
Hold your own
Critical
Mass!
You speak easy, but don’t say much--
A volume is told,
When you’re out of touch
With how things are
Properly done…
I love you…
Talks circles around the world
Lighting a lighter in the air
Showing others that you care
With those little genuine
Gestures from the heart
From the seams you
Will not come apart
When you link your empty hands
Across America
From sea to shining sea
You have a choice
To voice
A
Non-verbal
Opinion…
Be together
And
Be.
The path of least resistance
Is not necessarily a settlement.
There’s no reason to be bitter
Reconsider
That the heavens are here on earth
Before you, you can spread the girth
Of a stadium of man
Uniting
From one closed door
To one that
is
Open
You can chose
To stand tall, stand proud
United
Night and day.
Leagues beyond,
And places far off
Will recognize your
Sacrifice
If you go without
And stand silent and proud
Before the world
United
And still…
A rebel with a cause
Carrying a cross
On the roads
Lined with silver
Are the gray clouds
That once were
The blue in his old eyes.
I see a setting sun
Where will I go when
This day is done…
I twinkle in the light of the moon
A star of a wild-spit fire
Burns me baby
I’m ashes to ashes
In the thrashes
Of a riot act
Presented as a protest.
I can’t go through this again--
I protest
Because now
I am a protestor
On location
Professor
I profess--
An American Predicament on the roads of Cincinnati
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