Illusion of the Oasis

On June 15, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn Abraham, Crumbs, Gods, Illusion of the Oasis, Isle of the Damned, Lost Souls, Nectar, Paradise, Poor, Rich, soul

The rich spit upon the poor
telling them it is nectar from the gods.
Downtrodden souls gather at the feast
waiting for crumbs that are snatched away
from their outstretched hands mid-grasp.
Turned away from the billionaire festival
we can only gaze with hungry eyes
and swollen bellies
never to know paradise
until gathered to Abraham’s bosom.

The Minstrel Show has Ended!

On December 14, 2014 By dancingpalmtreesIn Eric Garner, Family Values, Ferguson, Fracking, GMOs, Gods, Hands Up, Hypocrites, I Can't Breathe, KKK, Minstrel show, Nazi party, Negroes, Tea Party, Trayvon Martin

The Minstrel Show has ended!

These L train photos are perfect for my next blog on Fork-tongued, Two-Faced Liberals who spew their supposed distaste and distrust of Republicans, red states and the Tea Party but who had no trouble mocking the anguish, hurt, tears and disbelief of thousands of Black, Brown, Asian and white New Yorkers over the unjust Eric Garner and Ferguson verdicts. I guess what sent me over the edge were the heartless comments on a Facebook photo page of a young African-American woman dred-loc wearing protester at one of the New York City marches. Racist bigoted remarks on her hair, the fact that she had a sticker over her mouth that said “I Can’t Breathe” and the sick comments about that. There was a similar reaction last year in many of the Occupy FB pages where supposed liberals, “The Enlightened Ones” trivialized the death of Trayvon Martin and his killer Zimmerman getting away with murder. The same people who talk about how you voted for Obama, GMOs, Fracking and Animal rights don’t seem to think Black people have the same right to live or protest organized genocide as a whale, horse, dog or cat!! Free the Horses from the carriages but shoot the Negroes! Give me a Break!! Can you say hypocrite?!! Liberals your game is weak. The mask you wear is really a white sheet with Nazi symbols. All you are is the other side of the Tea Party — Family Values coin!

The Minstrel Show is over. Step and Fetch it is No More!

Woodland Green ~ Equine Redeemers

On October 26, 2013 By dancingpalmtreesIn Ambien, Black Orpheus, Black Unicorn, cacophony, Catharsis, Delusions, Dissonance, Dreams, Fantasy, Female Divinity, Feminine Divine, Grim Reaper, Hades, Hallucinations, Hypnos, Insomnia, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, Koyaanisqatsi, Limbo, Lost Souls, Morpheus, Mystical Creatures, Nature, Nightmares, Orpheus, Paradise, Pegasus, Phantaso, Protean, Redemption, Refuge, River Styx, Sacred, Sages, Sanctuary, soul, Spirituality, Stigmata, Surrealism, Thánatos, Vision, Vision Quest, Visions, Wisdom, Woodland Green ~ Equine Redeemers, Zion

Woodland Green ~ Equine Redeemers

While walking the Woodland Green I paused to admire a luminescent mossy patch upon the ground when a preternatural calm descended upon the forest glen. Caught in a vortex the earth began to spin.

Then came a vast rustling of leaves and branches so strong that I thought the mighty Looming verdant giants would come crashing down. Whilst caught mid-spin I kept my eye on light shone down from the jagged Oculus mid the canopy of trees. Forms free-falling started to take shape. A veritable multitude of amalgam multifeatured animals like none seen in God’s Natural Kingdom.

Seemingly Middle Earth had exploded skyward hurtling forth a cornucopia of imps, fairies, hobgoblins, and satyrs, gremlins with their symphony of resounding bleats, howls, and shrieks. As they struck twig strewn ground at once began leaping, frolicking and gamboling in a macabre dance, a bier simultaneously appearing in forest clearing. Such a cacophony of squeaks, squawks, hisses and moans that assailed my senses that I shut up my ears attempting to block the imprisoning noises.

Foggy Misty morn over Central Park in the ball field

The Bier seeming to be the only source of calm called me forth from this forest den of iniquity bidding me peace, calm and tranquility from the storm. I answered Bier’s call to lie upon its violet flowered shroud surrendering to dreams eternal of the Babes in the Wood.

Before Hypnos rendered his potion and twin Thanatos grasped my hand in final repose, I heard on nigh the beating winged hooves, snorting of frenzied galloping hooves. Redemption, Salvation and Deliverance arrived in the equine forms of Royal Unicorn and Winged Pegasus. Equestrian gods breathed life upon whisking me away to Utopian shores.