EAT, SLEEP, PRAY, SHOWER, WORK, REPEAT……..

On September 1, 2017 By dancingpalmtreesIn EAT, SLEEP, PRAY, SHOWER, WORK, REPEAT......., Uncategorized14 Comments

EAT, SLEEP, PRAY, SHOWER, WORK, REPEAT……..

The New Paradigm

Every day that the weather is clear and good I will be at work. Only making an exception for a very close friend’s Birthday Celebration September 23rd and Of course for spending time with Stephen on Halloween.

It is more than clearing up debts and bills it is vital to just basic survival. My room-mate spoke with the Landlord and our rent will not go up for 2017 but wait until 2018 then a big increase. The transit fares go up, food costs go up therefore I cannot deviate from the plan. Unless you are part of the rich, wealthy elite this is the new life style. I must and will follow the plan until I can retire.

Laziness and taking time off equals poverty. She/he who does not work shall not eat. Many of my immigrant co-workers work Seven Yes 7 days a week otherwise you cannot afford to live in New York City. Now if I had a job making even $60,000 per year sure I could live a life of leisure but until my income increases I will be doing the six day thing for several months. I feel like a drone worker bee robot who is an ATM for bill collectors.

Like the Born I’ve been assimilated into the collective.

Me and the Borg in my old office job — Me and the Borg at my old office job where I made more money and had a better life.

Sister Friend Gratitude Prayer

On February 10, 2017 By dancingpalmtreesIn Uncategorized16 Comments

Sent this prayer praise message out to both my Close Sister Friend. One is Muslim. The other Buddhist. Both Outstanding, kind, compassionate, honest, hard working, caring, wonderful ladies.

I Love them both.

Here’s the Prayer of Thanksgiving!

Father God I Thank you in Jesus name for my precious Sister Friend. Not only is she Blessed but she is also a Blessing to every life she touches especially mine.

I remain forever grateful that you caused our paths to cross. I am a Better Woman because of my Sister Friend wisdom, knowledge, kindness, compassion and understanding. She is an Angel in my life.

Thank you!

Brooklyn Redux Remix

On July 29, 2014July 30, 2014 By dancingpalmtreesIn Animal Shelters, Army, Broken Angels, Brooklyn, Buddha, Cat People, Cat Woman, Cats, DeBorah, Dissonance, District 33, Fallen Angels, Food Pantry, Occupy the Hood, Street preachers, Subway, Subway train cars, The Twilight Zone, The Walking Dead, Walking Wounded7 Comments

Brooklyn Go Hard Morning ~ Raunchy, gritty, grungy, hardcore, dirty, filthy, artsy-craftsy, petal soft primal woodsy, wild. Designer baby strollers, Citi-Bike riders, health food buyers, vegan organic garden juxtaposed within a few blocks of BodegaLand wilted fruit, shrunken veggies, seven churches on one block, artery clogging foods, liquor stores, Loosies, shopping cart pushing poverty stricken poor beings hustling up another meal from the local food pantries. The B25 Bus will take you to all worlds in one short ride.

Bumble Bee Buzz Razor sharp concepts ideas, plans, exciting, off the chain, rose scented thorns up your crazy cool a$$ fantasy, all the way live, drama, Elegance, earthy, witty, Wow! The Borough of Kings filled with Queens. City of Dreams. Poems and Schemes. Living the Grind to expand my mind. Peace out!!!!!!!!!

Brooklyn Evening Downstream Rush

Brooklyn ~ Land of Drama and Dreamers, Hipsters, Hucksters and Healers, Shirkers and Workers……

Amidst the filth, dirt and refuse he sits. Sleeping dog by his side. I stopped. I had to stop for my Guardian Angel bid me pause.

As I got closer I realized underneath the grit and grime of Broadway Junction, the light deprived space next to a ramshackle breakfast, bagel, Danish, egg sandwich cart was a white man possibly in his 30s or early 40s. Unwashed tousled hair steady gaze. Hoping. Wishing. Praying that passersby will stop, recognize him a human in distress only needing a few dollars which more than likely will be used to buy dog food for faithful canine companion and maybe whatever the food cart was not able to sell during the day.

In him I see me. I was almost there. Paid my rent. Nothing left to buy food for either myself or my two feline friends. I prayed and my Guardian Angel caused the local junkies to drop $9.00 on my doorstep. Nine whole dollars which went to Fancy Feast for my beloved cats who love me down and out, rich or poor, in sickness and in health.

Was this man who sits peacefully and patiently once a King, an Emperor, and a contender for something greater than a Brooklyn street? Today he is a homeless man his only companion his faithful dog who arose in friendly anticipation of monetary dispensation. Only $2.00. That’s all I could give him today. Wish I could have given more. He generously thanked me. I saw his heart through his eyes.

Maybe once he was a Warrior, now beset by the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune. Did Desert Storm take the wind out of his sails? Who or what abandoned him to this desolation of watching teeming hordes of semi-purposeful beings trod the garbage strewn path to catch departing buses and subway trains to who knows where? In another life was his ever present Prince Valiant Pup a trusty steed in King Arthur’s court? Did he reign over the Knights of the Round-table? How came he to this ignoble end, yet still maintain a semblance of dignity?