Aftermath


 

Yves Tanguy

 

Are we getting rid of family items as well.  So the family is not involved. She had no immediate family and the few cousins disowned and abandoned her years ago. Did what was expected of her only to be shunned. Minus the body at least the apartment is neat and clean. Like she knew she was gonna die. Heart burst. Plus a cerebral hemorrhage. Literally died of a broken heart. Her soul died years ago just waiting for her body to follow.

After being married several years the husband suggested she should go on holiday to her birth country. About two months into her vacation her in-laws called saying maybe she should not return. Alarmed she took the next flight out homeward bound only to arrive at the house and find that her adoring husband had rented it out to a swingers club. She no longer had a home.

Never got to go to the Ashram, the Retreat, Spa or Warm Springs……….Forgotten.  Fear. Frustration. Failure. Flaws. 

asylum, cover, covert, harbor, haven, protection, refuge, sanctuary, shelter ~~ None.

For her no celebrations. No honors. No medals. No rewards. No accolades. Only a pine box. nameless. In Potters Field.

God. She must have been laying there at least two weeks. Found dead on Christmas day. Nobody ever bother to call or knock on the door. Smell alerted her neighbors. Decomposed blob. Nice Holiday gift for the Coroners office. Off to the city morgue with what’s left of this one.

Forty years ago families looked after each other. They cared about each other. Now you throw your family member into a hospital, hospice or nursing home and forget about them. Not your responsibility. After all you have your life to live. Why bother with the elderly, disabled or poor.  Nobody wants the broken and damaged. Broken toys belong in the dumpster. They mean nothing.  Crime clean will wash away the trauma.

Vanish into the mists of time.

Just remember that the cheapest coffins are hidden behind the ficus.

He left a book behind for his family. A how to book. You know Death hacks. Then he blew his brains out. Brain matter on the floor, walls and ceiling. Part of his face was found on the drapes. Kid found him. Beside him a child actor photograph of himself that a fan wanted autographed. Show ends. Reason for being ends. Purpose ends.

Six months later the wife hanged herself. Poor kid. In six months lost both parents. Only left a suicide manual. Suicide hacks.

Welcome to the Land of the Fucked.

That’s a wrap. Time to bounce. Yandy, I’m hungry. Whatta ya say we stop for a burger and fries move onto the next poor slob.

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Painter Barkley L. Hendricks Dies at 72


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New York Today: Our State Poet, Yusef Komunyakaa – NYTimes.com


https://mobile.nytimes.com/2017/04/24/nyregion/new-york-today-our-state-poet-yusef-komunyakaa.html?emc=edit_ur_20170424&nl=nytoday&nlid=58215227&_r=0&referer=android-app://com.google.android.gm

For the last week of National Poetry Month Let’s Welcome New York State Poet Laureate. 

Share Your World – April 24, 2017


 

Share Your World – April 24, 2017

Share Your World – April 24, 2017

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This photo is from Cee Neuner

 

Wanting something to quench your thirst, what would you drink?

My preference would be Snapple but since I must cut back on sugary drinks I just drink water or tea.

Complete this sentence:  Never In My Life Have I…. 

Hang Glide or Bungee Jump. Since I’m terrified of heights I would never do either of these things.

If you could be given any gift what would it be?

Health and Wealth.  I’m really worried about when my rent increases next November. I’m working serious overtime now just to pay my rent and bills which is not good for my health. I try to put that situation out of my mind as there is nothing I can do to change things.  Whatever happens, happens.  Rising rent is something over which I have no control.  However as those of you who have been following me for a while I’m doing my best to get control over my health. Eating better. Drinking more water. Taking Vitamin supplements and when possible getting exercise.

 

Reviv Wellness

http://revivme.com/new-york-city/

What do you do if you can’t sleep at night? Do you count sheep, toss and turn, or get up and try to do something productive?

I work nights so I’m awake. Prior to my changing to the night shift I worked days and suffered with insomnia. I’m a chronic insomniac. I get very little sleep. Also the nature of my job (museum guard) often requires me to be up for 48 hours straight. I catch up on sleep on my days off.

Optional Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

 

I got to participate in a clothing challenge for Ladies over 50 which most of my readers saw this past weekend. Dressing up in various eclectic outfits was lots of fun and helped boost my self-esteem. It was an exercise meant to uplift our spirits. During the workweek I wear a drab blue museum guard uniform. At the job I’m just another cog in the workplace wheel of machinery. For this fun challenge I got the opportunity to express myself through fashion. I mix and match my Funky Fresh Fashion to please myself and through this expression shows that just because you’re past 50 does not mean you gotta dress drab or plain. I enjoy color because Color Pops and bright colors are uplifting.

Thank you Blogging Buddy Madelyn Griffith-Haynie!!  Please check out her blog at your next opportunity!!  She is wonderful!!

https://addandsomuchmore.com/

 

Looking forward to my vacation and Stephen’s birthday which is May 3rd. My baby brother will 56 years old.

Baby Brother then and now

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jolts causing rapid emotional or psychological switches


This post resonated with me. I once had a friend who told me that I chose to be depressed which is the dumbest stupidest statement on earth. Does a person choose cancer, diabetes, heart attack? Why would I choose to be in the hospital, on pills that don’t work or sometimes spending entire days in bed? No it is not a choice and so little is know about the functioning of the human brain it will be ages before a cure is found.

Bird Flight

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I think we’ve all experienced emotional jolts at times in our lives. Imagine one moment we feel happy and positive, and then during a conversation someone says something that brings on a sudden feeling of fear, self-consciousness, fury, or the like. Or imagine that you go to your living room and discover your beloved pet is seriously ill, and are later told that he/she needs to be put down.

funny joltPowerful emotional jolts can also work in the opposite ways, as well.

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Elegy for Wait Town


 

 

Standing on the platform waiting for the subway train to arrive.

Sitting at work waiting for an end to be homeward bound.

Waiting for the M2 bus. Again waiting for the train.

Hibernation. Sabbatical. We have No Extradition Treaty from this Land. 

Waiting for my weekend.

Waiting only to begin the cycle once again.

Which Season is this silent wondering??

Waiting for payday.

Metropolis reformed for the 21st Century. 

Waiting for vacation.

Waiting for retirement.

Doctors Office = Wait.

Dentist Office = Wait

Waiting for physical and emotional pain to be evicted while they both claim permanent residence.

Grocery Shopping check out line = Wait

DMV = Extended Wait.  Stuck in the passing lane.

Spending most of the time waiting instead of doing.  Yet not knowing what I should do to make the wait shorter. On the other hand perhaps the wait just is and it too is waiting for destiny to manifest itself among the galaxy cosmos. Searching for Excalibur alongside Her Holy Grail.

Romance = Unknown wait. The Lover waits somewhat patiently for the signal to begin. Does true Love even exist? Or have all the Soul Mates/Twin Flames gone on strike?

In the midst of doing midway through action only to find oneself on the every present hamster wheel spinning fast deep inside a rabbit hole.

Sometimes forgetting what I’m waiting for?  Dialing. Hearing the phone ringing. Robotic voice, “I’m sorry but the number you dialed is no longer in service.

Waiting are armies of creeping vines taking back what was rightfully theirs. Trees with gnarly rooted feet tenderizing the earth in preparation for Monsoon season.

Mindless waiting versus fruitful waiting?  Patience is not my foremost virtue yet she shadows every portion of my life.  Patience is the Sugar Plum Fairy holding a dental drill spike through my jaw. Patience is a shallow grave awaiting surrender. The awkwardness of waiting beats out the waywardness of doing.

The Goddess of Harlem shall Live again and repent her people.

Waiting is a desolate abandoned isle populated with numerous shades and shadows ignorant of each other yet crowded together at the beleaguered rocky shore desperately trying to signal passing ships their screams blown away by a fierce sirocco. No deliverance for them. Harmattan blow strong my hopes and dreams carried away to rise no more.  Dust bowl funeral dirge mourners wailing marches past not even mindful of my existence.  Did the Rapture take place without St. Gabrielle scooping me up with Her multi-colored wings?

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.  Keep to the funky beat. 

There are no rewards, Trophies or medals here only the next phase standing on it’s Laurels.

Stillness. Silence. Breath.

Waiting? Why? I don’t know because Godot never showed up for the Death Angel is always on time.

Our Wait is over so Let’s go to that place called home.

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