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An African/Native American Queen, Wordsmith, Photographer, Free Spirit and Teacher.

RDP Tuesday: WALK

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Brooklyn Botanic Garden Celebrity Walkway August 2016

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RDP Tuesday: Walk

Brooklyn Botanic Garden- August 2016

Famous People Born or raised in Brooklyn

This is only a small selection of the names. I took many photos of the celebrity names along the walkway back in August 2016. Fortunately my brother Stephen is very patient and Loves the Brooklyn Botanic Garden as much as I do.

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The Science of Screams

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The Science of Screams

For Rosa-Linda

Him Flogs She Body. Barbed Wired Her Brain. Gnaws Her Bones Nightly. Severes all Her Simulations. Him drove a rickety blue Oldsmobile where regular toe curling sessions took Place. Hail Fellow Well Met.

Battleground Them

He drove a hinckty Snakehips Pontiac Blue Firebird.

Much like his overall personality.

Her pain. His titillation. Him Hemlocking around. As Her drew my threadbare tunic closer to her body against early morning chills. Blood pouring from every lower orifice. His- a one man terror regime.

Room peeling paint. Patches of irregular wallpaper strips patchwork piecemeal coverings portions of sheetrock. Five year old past calendar. The only change rot and decay. She lay wedged between failures and faults. .

A Life in Tatters and Ruins

She Places Slips of Slips inside The Burning Bowl.

Chapel Vigil Evokes Memory Simulations of Toxic Twisters.

Chemical Combustion Scorched Dirt. Flickers Dust. Burnt sandcastles turned Rust.

Crying Stones. She felt a force pushing her back. Toiling. Roiling. Boiling.

Milky white Snow blizzard Mirrors. Swirling. Twirling. Nearly sucking in Her substance.

Break the Mirror! Break it I say! Break it Now!

Tidal Ebbs and Flows.

I Was a Stranger and You Invited Me In

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Matthew 25:35-40 — For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat. I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me. I was sick and you looked after me. I was in prison and you came to visit me….

Leviticus 19:33 – 34

When a stranger sojourns with you in your land, You Shall Not do him wrong. You shall treat the stranger who sojourns with you as the native among, you shall Love him as yourself……..

The Native Americans followed this principle for the First Thanksgiving and the white man rewarded them by slaughtering them, passing on diseases and stealing their land.

Europeans were the first “illegal immigrants. “

When I was in the Army I had tear gas training. Tear gas is horrible for adults. My eyes were burning and I was choking but I was a soldier so that was part of my training. Tear gassing small children? It was America that put dictators and puppet governments in their birth countries. Where do you expect them to go? Also I would have disobeyed the orders and risked court martial. No way that I would gas kids.

America Gods judgment is upon this country especially the evangelicals and fundamentalists who twist the World of God turning good into evil.

Jose Peralta’s funeral to be held in Queens after senator’s unexpected death | am New York

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About 20 years ago we were coworkers at a major New York City Nonprofit. Always a good guy. One of the best. Taken so young at age 47. I believe that he had a heart attack.

Truly tomorrow is not promised to us. None can stay the Angel of Death.

Over the last ten years I’ve been to many wakes, funerals and memorials for People in their 40s and especially those in their 50s. Literally every few months someone I know or worked with passes away. The Baby Boomers and even those behind us are leaving this earth. Like the Greatest Generation we are being gathered unto the Ancestors. Sobering Thoughts.

Jose Peralta

Rest in Peace. Rise in Glory!

Seed among Thorns

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N – Utero — Seed Among Thorns

The Unborn

Milk leaking from too full breasts

Breasts Longing for a Babe gone before birth.

A cold stone in Place of a Son.

A shooting star dissolved into a million Universes. Icarus too close to the sun. Sunset before Sunrise.

Poisoned amniotic fluid your River Styx. Extremities bubbling in wastewater.

Rachel wept for Her children because they were naught.

He hexed my Womb. Did he? Who knows?

Didn’t want to be a D.V. Child.

My son will never be a Pinball Wizard.

Hijacked by the Spermazoid Svengali.

Charmer. Bon Vivant.

Your initial false luster did me in.

Your handsome face set with marks of confidence, flecks of intelligence liberally sprinkled with jutting arrogance. Your voice once mellow and melodious became a Raging Storm. Clacking. Cracking.

Uprooting thousand years old Forest. Paving it over with sharp jagged rocks that produced poisonous suffocating vines.

Enwombed embryo sensed futures forlorn.

Traded gray and grainy for silver and gold.

Seed among Thorns.

So twisted that if you Swallowed a nail you’d shit a corkscrew.

Ours was a household filled with Madness and Mayhem.

Anger and Pain.

Your Anger. My Pain.

*D.V. Domestic violence