Emotional Landscapes


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.
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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.

Can you spot the boats? They sail for you.

Tasseled Sails Intertwined Glitter Pendant Swirls

Purple, Pink and Orange in Triplicate.

Unicorns. Dragons. Fairies and Elves.

Brooding Her Eggs


Brooding Her Eggs

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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.

Clack. Clack. Went the Bones!

Clack. Clack. Went the Bones of Destiny!

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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)

Who are you Advocating for?


Homeless people who have disabilities are often treated very badly by the system. In fact disabled People in general often don’t get the programs and services they need. I hadn’t planned to attend this church fair but God had other plans for me. Plans to meet an Angel.


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Today at a Church Health Fair I met Angel McMillan a young woman who uses a wheelchair.

Ms. McMillan currently lives in the Magnolia House Shelter located at 1424 Herkermer St.

The elevator is kept locked and only the security guard has the key. In case of emergency Ms. McMillan is trapped in the building. She has to beg just to gain access to the elevator to even get outside for doctors appointments or fresh air.

The Magnolia House shelter is also filthy, dirty with garbage and trash strewn everywhere. Definitely an unsafe environment for a young woman with a disability. This facility is in direct violation of the Americans with Disabilities Act.

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Of course I advocate for my brother Stephen all the time but think about the homeless disabilities People.

Previously in March I assisted a blind woman to locate the B56 bus at Broadway Junction.

She was Crying for help so I immediately went to assist Her.

Despite the fact that both the Police Department is at Broadway Junction as are the Transit Workers neither came to her assistance.

Stayed with Her until bus arrived. She was on Her way to the homeless shelter somewhere in the area of 75th and Elderts.

Why does the City of New York send blind People to unfamiliar places and Destinations? Earlier that day she had fallen and injured her hand. Being that this is a low income neighborhood the sidewalks and streets are tore up. Overwhelming obstacles for a blind person.

Why are blind People forced to Live in homeless shelters? Surely NYC can do better.

Seeing Eye Dog Sculpture

Seeing Eye Dog Sculpture




Seeing Eye Dog Sculpture

Seeing Eye Dog Sculpture

I advocate for my neighbors with disabilities. Who do you advocate for?

Activism, Advocacy and Resistance to the system is not only providing immediate help but contacting local neighborhood elected officials to get disabled People the goods, services and programs that they need.

Many Waters Cannot Drown Love


Neither can Floods Drown it**


Together for 40 Years. Where he went so did She


The Dance of Love



Boyhood


Together in Life and into Eternity. As cancer ravaged his body every day he asked for his Beloved. She was first in his mind in the morning and last thought at Night before sleep. Only until Daddy was reassured that the Love of his life would be cared for did he take his final Earthly breath. Then not able to bear her suffering from cancer he begged Jesus to be allowed to escort her home.

On August 1998 Jesus said Yes. Descending into the hospital room Edward said Mable come with me. Taking his hand they ascended towards Home. Passing through the Gates of Heaven at once 25 again. Young, Healthy and in Love.





**Quote from the film Titanic


Daddy


Thanks for reading. No Daddy issue here. Our Dad was everything to us.


Dance With My Father Again by Luther Vandross


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I’m committed to changing the negative narrative and stereotypes of Black Men and Black Fathers.

Don’t drink the Koolaid and Don’t believe the hype about Black men pushed by the media. STOP Watching Love and hip hop plus those Stupid Wives TV Shows! Not real life! All Lies! Fake!



For all the Men Who step in when a child’s Father has died. Salute!

Color him Father. Color him Love by the Winstons.