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I remove Toxic People from my Space including this Blog with no warning. But first I give you something to think about.
Online bullies don’t faze me. I’m not here to gain numbers or win popularity contests. If you like this Blog it’s all good. If you don’t like my Blog it’s still All Good. No sweat off my nose because I’m not looking for approval or validation
Blogs are like TV shows, if you don’t like the program, Change the Channel.
Invading my Blog with snarky condescending cryptic comments will not be tolerated. Stop thinking that I’m going to forgive your nonsense, make nice or sing Kumbaya.
I’m not your Friend. People use the word Friendship very loosely nowadays.
Stop Passing judgment on people you don’t know and have never met in person. Assuming makes an Ass of you Not me.
Where the Koi Jumped for Joy into the sky for the water comes from the sky then returns to the sea
Pistons, electrons, neutrons
By a Picnic Table caught up in sand
Beside a Piano wrapped around a tree
Where I had cracked an egg filled with red ants over his face
Where once I had tried two more times to plant myself on the portico of the place I had lived posthumously
Every day he would come to the drawing room dressed in a new wig and caftan ready to work on his latest illustrated sonata.
His goal ~~ The Chapel where the outline of an over grown cherub with upturned mustaches, a five o’clock shadow, cigar and swollen gonads graced the ceiling
In Her Long Flowing Caftan expectations were high. Higher than ever before
As she crafted her Caftan Swung to and fro in the Breezes
Swirling & Twirling like a dance in Homage to the Muses and Goddesses of Ancient Times
Swaying Sometimes Billowing Out
Billowing Waving Flapping in Upturned Winds
Powered by gusts of frenetic kinetic energy her billowing Caftan swept over the town and villages spitting out flags, Semi-phores, and coded messages to family cemeteries
Leaving behind satisfied scripts which she added to her burgeoning collection
Sending Signals across the Mesa
Then the Joyful Koi began to play Ragtime
They jumped up and struck the keys in sequence creating beautiful melodies
Whose Flag? The flag that ignited the Trail of Tears and condemned my Native American Ancestors far from their Promised Land?
The Flag that ignited Manifest Destiny and stole, robbed, cheated and raped millions of Indigenous peoples to broken treaties, destruction and death.
The Flag that ignited the slave ships of the Middle Passage where my African Ancestors were kidnapped from the Motherland. Denied their heritage. Their religion. Their customs and traditions. And what of those thrown overboard as so much excess baggage. Or the others who jumped rather than condemn generations to slavery and Jim Crow.
The Flag that ignited the Dred Scott decision telling us we are only 3/5ths of a man? Where are we in the signing of the Declaration of Independence? Do you see any Native or African Americans in those paintings? Not even any women! So do we salute a flag, a symbol of colonialism, slavery, Jim Crow and racism? Since we were not included by the Founding Fathers most of whom were slave owners?
Do we honor a flag that forced my parents, grandparents and great-grandparents to get off the sidewalk when white people approached? Get to the back of the bus. Settle for sub-standard schools and housing. Forced sterilization which was done throughout the Southern Bible Belt states.
The flag of Dixie-crat racist Strom Thurmond whose death revealed the Black Daughter he had kept hidden for nearly 70 years?
Read the story of Fanny Lou Hamer one of the Mothers of the Civil Rights Movement.
What of our white Sisters and brothers like Murders of Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner up to and including Heather Heyer? White Americans who fought evil and lost their lives. Does the flag represent them?
Does this flag represent the two Indian engineers who were murdered or the Chinese doctor who was dragged from his airplane seat?
Did that flag represent the Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882.
What of the Japanese Americans who were stripped of all their worldly goods and sent to camps just because they resembled the enemy? And By the Way who is our enemy?
What of the 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama–a church with a predominantly black congregation that served as a meeting place for civil rights leaders where Four young girls were brutally killed.
What of the the nine who were murdered last year in South Carolina during a Bible study by one whom they welcomed as a fellow Christian but who turned out to be a demon.
Tell me again why I should put my hand over my heart or in my case salute since I am a U.S. Army Veteran for this flag. This flag who denied my Korean War Veteran Dad who was in uniform and hungry. Who tried to get a hot dog and the white man said we don’t serve Niggers?
Tell me why this flag and this country whom my Great, Great Grandfather William Henry Halstead who fought in the Civil War still denies it’s promise to me and all his descendants?
Did and was this flag the covering for the slave master who barged into my Great, Great, great, great Grandmother’s slave cabin late at night and forced himself on her?
Did and was this flag the covering and excuse for the Married Redneck Drill Sgt coming to my barracks and calling my name after hours?
Tell me again why we honor this flag and why does this cloth not live up to it’s promise to ALL Americans?
Don’t Come for Me because I’m not afraid to Rock that Orange Jumpsuit!!
You can’t agree with everyone and you won’t but if something upsets you that badly there is always the Unsubscribe, Restrict, Block, UnFriend, or UnFollow options!! Sometimes I do make general observations about what I see on Facebook or Social Media in general but believe me I’m not losing any sleep over what you or anyone else posts. Why? Because I will kick you to the curb in a hot minute before I allow anything to interfere with my ability to eat, sleep or carry on my daily activities. I have and will continue to Delete Off-base Comments at My discretion. Why? Because this is my Blog.
It’s My House & I Live Here! (Apologies to Diana Ross.) Unfortunately I must disable comments on any type of political or racial blog posts because of the haters, flamers & trolls. Not trying to hear asshole bullshit.
There is no reason for arguments and twisted dialogue trying prove me wrong and you right. I’ve noticed over the last six years I usually get a lot of bullshit comments and just plain stupid ass statements when I post something concerning race relations in the United States. Obviously or maybe it isn’t to some narrow minded people my perspective is that of a Black Woman in America. Emphasis on Black. On that note given what has been going on in the USA over the last few weeks I’ve made some decisions to be part of the solution.
Joined the NAACP
Make small donations to Black Lives Matter. Yes I unashamedly support the Movement. Don’t Like it. Lump it or follow the previous instructions. Close the door on your way out.
I have a thick skin. Keep in mind working in a white environment. Living in a white country if I took to heart every insult, slight, just plain dumbass statement that white people make I would have committed suicide a long time ago. However everyone who knows me that if you step to me I don’t back down from a challenge. Very few people mess with me without experiencing some sort of consequence. I’m peaceful up to a point. My parents did not raise a doormat. Being a Christian does not make me a push-over nor will it silence my voice. It’s not all peace, love and light with me. Get. Over. It. My circle is small and I keep it that way.
This is My House and I Live Here!!
BTW being Pro-Black does not mean being anti-white. It does mean looking out for your own people in world where any one of us can be executed, exterminated or annihilated at the whim of sadistic police. Cops who have been given a free pass to do away with an entire race just based on their biased stereotypes. Cops who know that there will be no consequences for their actions. They may get put on some type of administrative leave but they still collect their paychecks while those Black families who lost their Loved ones struggle to bury them, take care of children left behind and must live with a hole in their hearts forever. My house is on fire so I must take action.
Racism has been real for me my entire life. From the day I was sussed to white school and sat next to a red haired white kid and the first word out of his mouth was nigger to a few years ago when a white co-worker attempted to assault me at the job. Thanks to my U.S. Army training I got the guy off me.
It’s real people. It’s real. That white co-worker after threatening another white co-worker was “allowed” to retire. That means he can come back to the job anytime. That means next time might be my last time.
Will there be a hue and cry from white America if I disappeared from the scene. Honestly. No. Just like on Sunday white people will go to their respective churches. Worship a white Jesus and go on with their lives. After all Black Lives have No Value in America. Stone. Cold. Hard. Honest. Truth.
#BlackLivesMatter
Black Lives Matter
Kevin Hart INSPIRATIONAL Interview At The Breakfast Club Power 105.1 (6/10/2016)
He looked like an Angel albeit a broken Angel splayed out on the cold marble floor. His head at angles with his twisted body along with his staring unseeing eyes extinguished any hope that the embers of life still burned within him. The earth came up to meet him and swallowed him into the heavens. The Benjamins make a poor parachute.
Baby Boy Got $200 sneakers as a reward for cussing the teachers and failing in school. Teacher or principals fault. Grades all F but it ain’t me you fucked up can’t you see! School’s for Fools. Some place I don’t want to be.
Baby Boy he never wrong. They got it all mixed up seeing me strong. Y’all know I’m the King of my crew. God’s Gift to everything.
But in the back of your head all you can see is yo’ no count Daddy, welfare system and crackhead Momma staring back in the mirror saying you gonna be like me.
Hanging out in the upper class nabe with my hoodrat crew. See a few things I wanna take. Wait a minute! What’s that I hear! A siren in back of me. Starting to fear. Next thing I’m on Lock down in Juvie Hall. Where my crew at now when as I’m taking this fall.
Baby boy lying in a ditch. Worse off than being a Snitch. Off to Rikers’ to be somebody’s Bitch. Baby Boy. You Done. You Done.
His rhymes had got him to the big time. Opened new doors of upper class vice and sin. The immoralities of the 1%. I gazed at my son from the balcony of one of the greatest art institutions in the city seeing not the young man who had entered the 27 Club of the Immortals but every little boy running up and down Linden Blvd., Jamaica Avenue, Fulton Street or Sedgwick Avenue running to be the next 50 cent or Jay-Z finding fame and winding up on 27 Jump Street misjudging the doubles lives one foot in the hood and the other on Central Park West or the Upper East Side seeking Hipster fame and validation.
Jump my Son/Sun. Jump out of your dreams and into Eternity.
Then we were in the great Outdoors singing improvised Coastal Sea Shanties.
An Elfin Fairy Moongazer.
Ignore it. Ignore the internal Primate Music. Chatterbox Chatter.
🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊
Reinvigorate the Tarantula Nebula.
Seven Seas of newly formed planets were found orbiting a sapphire seven pointed Starfish.
Speckled specks and fragments fell off her gown as she wandered aimlessly through the conservatory.
Speaker? Trope?
Shall we sterilize our Wonder Jelly? If Not will I become a Sunset Dragon? Will I be removed to the Island of Tabloidias?
EchoSigh… EchoSigh….
The mark of a Free Spirit Mystic.
Firstborn Firebug Simrit, telepathed, First eat of the Cosmic Comet Seeds. Then all will be well.
What shall it be with DJ Electroplasm?
That will be given over to Opulence and her twin Ostentatious.
Opulence who reeks of diamonds, gold, silver, rubies and every manner of gemstones plus Precious Jewels. Blinded by excessive reflective Shine. Glossed over with scintillating flecks of glassy broken meteors.
Ostentatious was covered by crashing cymbals, tooting horns, clanging bells and shrill whistles. She was a succulent covered in shiny brassy burgundy scabs.
Sandy beaches baked naked from two minor suns.
A New Day Dawns
Once I confessed they Big Blue Rock threw me off the Blue Crag Priory.
Such a wailing of processional mourners. Cosmic Psychodynamic Bootcamp.
I spent most of July as a patient at Brooklyn Methodist Hospital. It was discovered that I have an autoimmune disease called acute ulcerative colitis. Meaning my body attacks my digestive system.
Starting from June I lost over 30 lbs in weight.
July 4th I blacked out, fell and broke my nose. The disease had begun it’s horrible course.
Once admitted to the Brooklyn Methodist Hospital I was given fluids, antibiotics and steroids.
I had to have a blood transfusion as I came close to dying.
It’s been pure physical upheaval laced with miracles.
My ability to Walk has been seriously compromised. I can Walk slowly with a cane. The Visiting Nurse Service comes to my house for rehab.
Nor do I enjoy wearing Adult Diapers but I must.
My physical therapy began in the hospital.
Life can change in a moment. Suddenly I have been thrust into a world of disability, disease and sickness with no road map. It’s scary, frightening and frustrating especially having to be dependent. At first I cried constantly but No more pity parties for me. I’m fighting this battle.
I don’t like asking for help but if anyone wishes to donate to my recovery you can donate via PayPal account deborah.palmer280@gmail.com.
Also Thanks for your prayers as I make my way along this long Strange journey.
There was the traditional way. We could always Fall back on courtship and tradition.
But the Nesting Pods of the Season House were more efficient for the future preservation of the species. Eggs and sperm were combined within each suspended animation pod could be grouped together for warmth and transmutation of ideas, thoughts and concepts.
Genetics from the best of sea species mainly dolphins and porpoises are incorporated adding extra intelligence heretofore unavailable to humans.
Careful sequencing ensured success. Elocution was just one benefit. Mixed in with the Wisdom of the Trees.
The embryos as they developed all pointed Starfish Moonward. Such well developed podling seedlings.
The lambent flickering lullaby our embryos through peaceful Dimensions.”
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The Goddess Mellifluous
Whale hum. Celestial hum. Elegant elongated fingers Rhythmically massaged each podling seedlings papoose case. Cradling. Cradling. In Our Arms.
All inhabitants have memories. Generational Memory.
Ancient memories that carry on via flora and fauna. Birds, Trees, animals. Rocks, oceans, sea and stone. For energy never dies. The Forest and whale songs are one. Enter into the Glorious Myst. Buddlings All.
Trees spun Gold. Trees Trekking Bronze, Silver, Gold Threads of Grace.
Daily the Women would gather together, hold hands spreading knowledge, Wisdom and understanding to each suckling. A universal hum could be heard over each Collective from Midnight to Dawn imbuing the children with Light, Grace, peace and Blessings. Once ready the young could follow on Hatching Day.
The last Transformation much of it ill conceived man made necessitated an internal deep sea cleanse to Planet Peapod. Gestational Earth Sea Sky. Seeded by meteors from distant galaxies.
Life filters from the Celestial to the Terrestrial and back again. An endless cycle of Restoration.
Goddess, Moon, Sun and Star Sisters recreated Pangaea Peapod to rise from the Ocean Depths.
Gentle Mother Mellifluous
heavily pregnant with beings arose to face the storm full force. Raising her arms spreading her legs wide birthing seedlings as the winds lashed whilst the waves crashed. Each podling descending into warm sea Sanctuary.
Cassiopeia, Delphinus, and Monoceros squared off circling each other, leaning in ready for attack yet bouncing off each other’s zones in the manner of opposing magnetic forces.
They continued to circle each other in an unholy alliance glued to one another through a parasitic orbit. Until Jhamer Von Tick-Tock crushed their magnetic bond like a free wheeling asteroid. Von Tick-Tock took pride in accomplishing his first full fledged Quantum Leap excepting the fact that he had no idea where he had leapt to nor the identities of the strange beings lying deathly still before him.
Jhamer Von Tick-Tock had them laid out on the ground like a visiting evangelist under the Summer Revival Tent. One could never in his/her wildest imaginations that Von Tick-Tock who had the mousey appearance of Hickory Dickory Dock possessed such startling and stunning powers. In a burst of energy Von Tick-Tock ripped apart their interplanetary High Noon Showdown.
Wondering if he had propelled the prone populace before him Von Tick-Tock gave them each a nudge with the toe of his well shod foot which only elicited a few twitches and grimaces. They all appeared to be stuck in stasis a not too far distance from rigor mortis. Planted inside furrows in the dirt. Future victims of the Super Blood Moon.
Mid-Nudge Kick among the deactivated beings Von Tick-Tock, Ever the Dandy could not help but admire his sartorial splendor reflected back to him in the crystalline silicates surfaces scattered across the florid field. Looking sporty if I must say so myself.
Some called him Princess Fedora, Queen of Shapeshifters. Along with Wearer of Snazzy Skypieces. Often magical Mystical changes of hair color occured on a Whim.
Shoes in order. Jacket in Order. But Von Tick-Tock became miffed at the state of his Bunn Hat that was seriously disordered by this dimension journey.
Crushed Bunn Hat
Transport across the Thin Place encapsulated at the House on Ruxton Road often was not thin enough Challenging ones ability to escape damage. But that was the place. Sometimes the only place to Leap as 924 Belmont Avenue was wonky and often unreliable.
Moans, groans and sounds of retching interrupted Von Tick-Tock’s reverie. Once supine the humanoids began to arise at which point the dizziness catching heads and stomachs spun in a centrifuge as they tried to sit upright. Blue-green iridescent sparkly vomit irrigated the surrounding meadows. After several moments of glitter spew one of the Anthromorphic shapes made eye contact opening its mouth emitting garbled garbage of what I took to be their mother tongue. As more of them became semi-lucid even more jabberwocky issued forth from their tongue tied lips.
There’s a homeless man who sits outside Broadway Junction with his dog. When I saw this Memorial I thought both man and dog had died but today I saw the gentleman and stopped to give my condolences. Also pats on his shoulder. Human touch means.
As he explained to me while crying that dog was his family. All his immediate family members are dead. He has nobody. My heart went out to him because I’ve been seeing him every day since 2012.
The dog’s name was Bones. Bones was his constant faithful companion. Bones was eleven when he passed away.
Though only 55 the death of his beloved Bones has aged him twenty years. The shelter system in New York City does not allow pets in the shelters. For many homeless people all they have are their pets.
I did my best to give comfort and Yes I did give him a dollar. But even more important I gave a listening ear. Though we pass by the homeless treating them like so much flotsam and jetsam. They too were somebody’s child. And in the Eyes of God the Lord sees them as Human beings.
No judgment. Just Acceptance.
Please read Luke 16:19-31 New International Version (NIV)
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 