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Month: June 2015
Pigments
The Pigments on our skin separate more than blend.
Mr. ROY G. BIV refuses to mix with his teammates.
The Colors on the nations palette upend themselves turning
their backs on each other.
Using jewel encrusted spades I’m digging myself a new
space in which to be planted in order to bloom.
As I dig I hit diamonds ancestor black coal who tells
me my value.
Coal and diamonds. Each has a different value and worth.
What is mine? You answer. I obey.
I am an inmate within the institution. No longer worthy
of a human heart. I am an automaton programmed
to receive and absorb abuse, degradation, and hate.
Though the Masters have crushed my thinking heart
time and time again they have forgotten my neural cortex…
but I remember. I see. I plan my revenge. My escape.
The time has come for the slave masters to reap the
vengeance of the downtrodden.
We have taken up arms. We have hidden weapons within
our brain cells. The revolution is nigh.
Tonight we burn down the masters house and assume his rank
and position.
Maker: Joachim Friess (ca. 1579–1620, master 1610)
Date: ca. 1620
You have spied out my beauty with smug self assurance.
Now I shall cast you to the dogs who will tear you
limb from limb leaving only cracked bloody bones
outside the palace gates.
Tonight the tables are turned and those once drones now become Queens and Kings.
Has not the word proclaimed that Ethiopia shall rise again?
Arise my Empress. My Queen and be received to your throne once again.
Color Him Father. Color Him Love ~~ Father’s Day 2015
The Winstons – Color Him Father
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY IN HEAVEN DADDY!! WE LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU ALWAYS! LOVE, DEBORAH & STEPHEN
My Dad was everything a man should be as a husband and Father. Rough times when any lesser man would have left my Dad stepped up to the challenges of life and carried us through. If it had not been for Daddy Stephen and I would not be here today. He raised us to be honest, hardworking, caring and thoughtful. For 36 years I was blessed to call Edward Gordon Palmer my Dad. The lessons he taught me are still in my heart, soul and spirit. Color him Father. Color him Love. #FathersDay
Happy Father’s Day to all my Blog Family and Friends. Dads enjoy your special day. For those of you who have lost your Dads let good memories flow through your day. Men for those whose Father was not a part of your life or was not active in your life be the Father to your children that you wanted for yourself when you were a child. Be Loving, caring, compassionate Father to your children whether you’re with the mother or not. Kids need two parents. Fathers are an important part of a child’s life. Don’t allow anger with your ex- to spoil your relationship with your kids. Men your kids need you. Not things. Not sneakers. Not iPhones, laptops, tablets, etc… Yes they do need food, clothing, and a place to live but the best you can give to your children is your time. Laugh with your kids. Make jokes. Hug them. Treasure those funny little drawings and misshapen gifts from shop class. Most of all tell your kids you Love them not just through words but by action. My best memories of my Dad are all the weekends he took us out to give my mother a break. I don’t always remember the details of the trips
but I treasure time spent with Daddy.
Korean War
Evolution of Childhood InterPlanetary Dreams
So nice had to Reblog it Twice!! An Oldie but a Goodie right in time for Summer!
Evolution of Childhood InterPlanetary Dreams
Grandmas Reign Quilt
Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer — Grandmother
Epoch Heydays beat rhythm time Tempo bringing Glory Days and Golden Age into Earth, Space, time Continuum alignment around my being. Spiritual Discernment begins the convergence of planets, Moon-Womben Star-gazers endlessly birthing heavenly bodies and floating orbs.
Mother Africa as Creator Goddess singing Reign Blessings upon her children.
My World, the ones I saw in my Grandmother’s Quilt and the ever expanding Galaxies beyond Earth, Sky, Sun and Moon-Daughter Wishes, Hopes and Desires.
Ancient hand stretching finger Ancestor Dimensions reaching forward into time and eternity bringing revelation knowledge of history long past yet made fresh daily.
Troubles beating bloody fists upon my pate.
Belladonna into Nightshades.
Tethered by an unholy umbilical cord to a dead albatross. Dreams deluge. Green metal Frigidaire Fan blowing air opposite it’s promised heat relief. Stub toe late shift Dad curses Castro…
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Vermillion
Vermillion
Chasuble and Chalice
Shall hold forth no malice
until that great day when the dragon lies
slain by his excellent silver sword.
Cries for help often go unanswered
condemning lost souls to the noisy desperation of
unmarked graves.
T’is useless to summon the gods of war
as other battles take precedence
Yours is a wailing that echoes throughout time
over the crooks and valleys of a deserted land
waiting for a legion that shall never arrive
Prisoners paraded boils and pockmarked stigmata
marching towards the land of Shades
Neither in this world or fully in the next one.
Twilight evermore………………
I fell upon my sweet sweet sword when I heard the dirge
emerge.
Once I was a Queen my brilliant vivid ruby red velvet purple blue
robes now tattered with scorn…
Now Empress of the dung heap. A loathsome swollen twisted
disfigured mass of fuming flesh aching for renewal while
another round of spittle hits the mark
Badly mangled I creep towards a salvation always just out of reach.
Crimson runs rampant along it’s craggy shores.
Copyright DeBorah Ann Palmer 2015
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 