Kosmic Interstellar Space Baubles


Thurl was a bright Brilliant sparkly girl but an unusual girl who morphed into an even more unique unusual woman.

A Spicy Feral Octogon living that Stealth Life

A woman whose Memory kept falling out all over the ground floor spilling like a fast moving river underneath the closed green door.

Thurl gathered Her nerves carefully packing them up inside a Lime green Holdel bag. Pushing a few items to one side She even found space for mirrors reflections and toasted Dreams.

Carrying it outside burying it under an equally Lime Green Tree. Creating a Discovery Timeline Capsules.

Patting down smoothing the earth in a different direction She knew that crystal green eyed hazel Honey skinned Zohar would rise again. In the meantime She decided to let his untamed havoc rest. For She knew that in a few weeks that there would be a familiar face among the Leaves.


Zohar his being a mixture of Holy Water and Fire water.


Hit with the back buckle of the Bible belt. Only the Quiet ones are Left.




After pouring Libations She concluded Snapping her fingers She disappears.


Thurl the Gurl went Home in Style.


May The Choir Never Cease Singing



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The Land of Yesterday Yesteryear became a Raging force strongholds more powerful than any hurricane, tornado or scirocco. Then everything went sideways and upside down.


Old World Images



New World Sculptures

Lost in Space yet Found on Earth





Rosie from The Jetsons

R2D2 and C3PO



Wall-E and a bit of Steampunk Courtesy of The Students, Alumni and Professors at The Fashion Institute of Technology

The Boxer

Here we were in the great Outdoors singing improvised Coastal Sea Shanties. Remember the Past for it Contains Future’s Seeds.

An Elfin Fairy Moongazer.


Ignore it. Ignore the internal Primate Music. Chatterbox Chatter.
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She Opened the Door


Trigger Warning!



She Opened The Door


The Visitor


She opened the door and Pandoras Box flew in. Doorbell rang. Evil answered. Violence ensued. Death severed all Love ties.


SHE COVET HER…………….

SHE WERE A SMOKESTACK DAYWALKER FALSE TO HER BONES. STORM SURGE. RETURN HURRICANES TORNADOES TSUNAMI……..




July 10, 1974


Story of Ten

Was it her fault? She was only ten. How could she know? But guilt and shame will follow to the grave. Woman said that She was Mommas friend. Or so she said. Friend is a term of convenience loosely translated.

Ten ran to get help but it was already too late. As it usually is. But eventually Ten grew up and became Twenty.


Enter into the darkness allowing it to enter your immortal mind. Feed your Night Terrors.

Future Mothers day Journeys take on New meaning.


Lightning Saber. Growth Shifter.

Found her as an abandoned forgotten kitten cub alone in the Forest. Fed her. Housed Her. Trained Her. Loved Her well. Tiny Sleek Glossy Obsidian terror.

Loyalty to a fault.


Lightning Saber was a not so Secret gift from the Really Really Old Old Man with six toes on each foot.


Long ago it was predicted that our enemies would be destroyed by Light aka Lightning. She wields the Saber of Judgment and death.

The Really Really Old Old Man was suckled by the bare breasted boy Tree. An Arboreal species gifted with both sap secreting mammary glands along with testicular organs with the ability to produce seeds. Thus enacting the process of Self pollination.


Howlin’ Wolf




Twenty grew strong from military service. Twenty grew bold gaining courage from years of abuse. Twenty learned to Never back down.

Twenty laid Her trap well lacing it with sweetness and light. Gladly entering the spider’s web excited with a sense of her own importance. Getting stuck was pure Joy.

Devious female took the bait while sharp Saber took her life.


Firmly cast into the abyss. Murderous soul awakening dead.

Warrior Woman spirit finally flew Free. Mommas Soul Rejoiced.



The Deed done Saber once again Kitten sized jumped into my arms. Clasping her to my breast feeling her soothing purring rhythms.




Mommas Day Memories

First FORGIVENESS Friday of 2019


First FORGIVENESS Friday of 2019


I’m writing this Blog Post inspired by Debbie Roth of Forgiving Fridays. Her Blog Posts cause me to think about my words and actions.

It’s the Last Forgiving Fridays of 2018! Today’s topic is Gratitude and Forgiveness

I’m also including a Podcast featuring Bishop TD Jakes. Bishop Jakes made this for 2018 but it’s a lesson for every year. For some Strange reason the videos visuals don’t go with the teaching sermon but just listen as though it was a Podcast.



The Power of Life and death is in the tongue. Proverbs 18:21


Growing up my parents used to tell me, Don’t put your Business out in the Street.


Nowadays the Street not only includes folks who like to gossip, lie, act a fool, Showboating or what Millennials call Flossing and Carry tales but those who feel the need to share all their personal and private information on Facebook, Twitter and Blogs. Then wonder why nothing is working out in their lives or worse yet the consequences of running the mouth has come back to bite them in the ass.

End diarrhea of the Mouth!

SHUT UP!!

If you say or do something wrong be an Adult, go back and Apologize.


When I was in the United States Army back in the late 1970s we had to answer the phone, 569th Personnel Service Company. This Line is Not Secure.


Silence is Golden.

Especially when the temptation to react and say something that you will regret is at the tip of your tongue.

You don’t have to attend every fight to which you are invited.


I retired in August 2018. During the ten years that I was at that job many things happened both good and bad. There were some extremely difficult times but I knew that when I left I had to leave all the ugliness and nastiness behind. Pain, loss, sorrow and anxiety prepared me. Sometimes you must go through. There’s a Blessing in the Lesson. Not that I want to repeat the last ten years but I’m definitely more appreciative and grateful having come through the Fire.


Some of my former colleagues wanted me to return for an Exit Interview specifically to badmouth the Junior managers who had caused me harm. I declined. I spoke up for a staff person who was being bullied via emails to the appropriate person but as for myself my time in Purgatory was over.

You can’t move onto the next Phase of your Life if you are stuck in the Past.

To quote Author L.P. Hartley, The Past is a Foreign Country; they do things differently there.


God honored my Silence. By the end of September I learned that the building I was working in would be leased to another Museum. Therefore only the Union staff will be absorbed by the Main building. The Nonunion employees including the evil Junior managers better start looking for New jobs. No. I’m not rejoicing that anyone loses their jobs but to quote another one of my parents sayings, God don’t like Ugly.

Shortly after that my housemate and I were having a meal at the Daily Press coffee shop and we had a pleasant conversation with the Founders of A Creator’s Collection.

My Season had arrived. If you follow my Photography Blog Roaming Urban Gypsy you’re aware of all the Art Shows I’ve been in since then. My artwork has also been on display at The Shinnyo-en Meditation Center.

One cannot forget the past but you can control how it affects you. I’ve also learned to be very cautious and selective about what I share Online. There’s absolutely No Reason to write about or complain about my health issues or finances. By doing that you give People ammunition to manipulate you. Abuse you and make a Fool of you.

Only discuss those challenges with your spouse if you are married, a trusted family member, doctor, dentist or your minister or Pastor. Whining, moaning and groaning accomplishes absolutely Nothing.

As my girlfriend says, Handle Your Business!


Does this mean that we don’t have compassion for others who are going through? Of course Not! Every one Needs a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on. This was illustrated in a previous Blog Post, Pause for Thoughts where a chance meeting in the local laundromat gave me an opportunity to be there for a Mother whose 15 year old Son has Autism. God put me in the right place at the right time because the Lord knew out of all the People washing clothes that day I would understand Her pain and frustration because I’ve been there.


We Need More Compassion and Loving kindness in this World.


It’s the Last Forgiving Fridays of 2018! Today’s topic is Gratitude and Forgiveness


As my Dad Edward Palmer used to say, To Know Better is to Do Better.

Macy’s Holiday Windows


Macy’s Holiday Windows


I had to make a quick trip into the City for an errand. Since I had to pass by Macy’s to get to my destination I stopped to take a few photos of the Holiday Windows. It was a madhouse over there so I skipped the Windows with the Yes Virginia There is a Santa Claus display. Macy’s puts that one every year.

This year Santa Claus has been projected into the future and the Reindeer have been replaced by a Super sonic sled. Rudolph was downsized! Lots of Snowmen in space suits!

No I don’t go inside Macy’s. Way too many People. Crowds make me nervous.

For me that’s an instant anxiety panic attacks. I don’t attend Holiday parties either.

I prefer Silent Nights and Days.

However the Store Windows are Cool.



Took this picture in Penn Station. First time I ever saw a Black Elf. Guess Santa Claus got Affirmative Action!


A nice young lady dressed up like an Elf gave me this brochure for Dr. Seuss ‘ How The Grinch Stole Christmas– The Musical. Stephen would Love this.

If I had extra money I would take my brother Stephen but times are tight so Broadway shows are out of the question.

The Rent is Too Damn High Part 2


 

 

A few days ago my room-mate informed me that next year he is leaving as our rents are going up to the stratosphere so if he leaves so must I.  My room-mate is a school teacher and I am a museum security guard. New York City rents are brutalizing folks like us. In order to live comfortably in New York City you must make upwards of $70 a year this is a salary that neither school teachers nor security guards can ever achieve unless you take on extra jobs or work non-stop overtime.

Basically the working class is being crushed. Big time!

http://www.amny.com/transit/mta-to-begin-fare-and-toll-hike-public-hearings-1.12705275

I’m looking to move from my current Brooklyn location to either Washington Heights in Manhattan or to the Boogie Down Bronx. Must be near the subway walking distance to the train and cat friendly. Where I go my cat Sylvester goes with me. Safety is also paramount.

I’m also willing to consider Queens as long as it is a short walk to the subway. Also wherever I go whether I wind up in a studio or a one-bedroom it must have enough room and be in a safe neighborhood where Stephen can visit me. It would also be nice for the neighborhood to have amenities like good grocery stores, banks, a Walgreens pharmacy, etc…

I hope to make the move sometime around Spring/Summer/Early Autumn 2017.

Please contact me privately using my Gmail address. Thanks!!

Gentrification is pushing working class people like me out of the neighborhood.  Once the Hipsters start moving in the rest of us are forced to leave. I like Brooklyn, I enjoy living here and wish that I could stay. Truthfully since I will be making more money in my new position technically I could stay if I worked DOUBLE SHIFTS FOUR TIMES A WEEK!!  Yes if I did maximum overtime which would mean giving up writing, photography and naturally blogging I could stay in my Beloved Brooklyn. If I give up having any kind of life including Not Seeing Stephen I could remain put but I’m not willing to do that so move I must!!

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I just wanted to add the link of a blog post that really impressed me. Being pretty or beautiful is temporary and my days of pretty are long over. When pretty fades that’s where Strong takes over.

https://ramblingsoftheclaury.wordpress.com/2016/12/01/better-choice/