America, Life, Motivation

Dream

 

 

Dream

Last Night I had a Beautiful Dream, that was something refreshing for me. Usually my Subliminal ventures are Nightmares. In this Dream a Storm had just passed, in my Post Over Tampa, I told you how I slept through the first and only Hurricane that I had been through. In this Dream the Wind picked up all the Sand from the Beach and blanketed everything. The sheeting Rain followed, washing everything to a pristine cleaning. The Toxic Air was now gone, People could  Breath again, not Suffocated by a Hateful Mask.

Now a gentle Breeze rustled through the Leaves, they were singing, an Island Tune ran through my Head ” Don’t worry be happy, every little thing gonna be alright”. All the People who had took Shelter indoors were back outdoors enjoying the exhilarating feelings of togetherness. We were back on the Subway up in each other Face chasing the American Dream. The miserable congested Commute was back, who cares, that steady Paycheck was back. I was sitting at a Table in my Favorite Waterfront Cafe knocking Glass with a perfect stranger, who didn’t seem so strange. People were in the Streets like one Humongous Block Party. Not Protesting and Burning, but Embracing each other like seeing a friend they thought were Dead.

The Party was Kicking, Patti LaBelle was there singing ” You are my Friend, my Heart cried. The Beetles smashed the Animosity with ” Come together”, Jethro Thul’s ” Life is a long Song eradicated the Anxiety. The little wannabe Writer in my Head re- wrote Pat Benitar Lyrics to ” What are we running for, what are we running from, when there is no place for us to run to. Stand up and fight the Enemy of Hate, we shall be Invincible, us Americans are Pragmatic and Resultant. Man this is what I call a Kick-Ass Dream, I could sleep forever. Then I woke up to find that the Wicked Storm of the Virus is still blowing strong, Isolation has Blanketed me With Depression, my Wallet is shrinking.

I have been Blessed to have a steady Income, but what of my Neighbors who are facing Foreclosures and Eviction. I go up and down the Block checking on my Older Neighbors who won’t even go out to shop.  My Immune System have kept me Strong, but can it withstand a second Wave, can the Economy survive a second Wave. Anticipation and Anxiety is wearing me thin. Drinking alone is no Fun, no one is there to tell me that I am silly, so I talk to myself saying what a Nightmare.

From my Blog Page

Broken

I’ts okay to be a Glowstick, sometimes we have to break before we Shine

Morning Affirmation

Today is a Day of  happiness and peace I am grounded and centered. I am grateful for my beautiful Life that is filled with many Blessings. I move through my day with conciousness, grace and Love

Courage

You can never cross the Ocean unles you have the courage to lose sight of the Shore

A comfort zone is a beautiful place, but nothing grows there,

The best and most beautiful things in the World can not be seen or even touched, they must be felt with the Heart. (Helen Keller)

It’s not about perfect. It’s about effort, and when you bring that effort every single day that’s where transformation happens. That’s how change occurs

You do not judge a great Fighter by how many fights won or lost, but by how many times he got knocked down and how many times he got up.

Parting Words from Toots.

Still is still moving to me

And I swim like a fish in the sea all the time

But if that’s what it takes to be free I don’t mind

Still is still moving to me

Still is still moving to me

And it’s hard to explain how I feel

It won’t go in words but I know that it’s real

I can be moving or I can be still

But still is still moving me

Still is still moving to me

And it’s hard to explain how I feel

It won’t go in words but I know that it’s real

I can be moving or I can be still

But still is still moving me

Still is still moving to me…

Source: LyricFind

America, Life, Motivation

Die By The Gun

 

 

 

Die By the Gun

When I started writing Blogs, one of my Primary Objective was to tell young Juvenile Delinquents not to be like I was. If you have pent up Anger, lose it before it destroys you. One young Delinquent who visited my Website is Emanuel Donaldson the 3rd. He is awaiting Trial for four random Murders in my Area. I certainly hope he Shared the Link among the Population. My Wife calls me Repetitious, but if they are reading my Blogs in Prison, then Success is mine.

From eight years old to fourteen years old I was someone consumed with Repressed Anger, Hate and Violence. The reason for that was from being Abused three times in six years. Once by an older Cousin, once by a Church Brother and once by a Teacher. They all caused me tremendous Pain which almost made me Impervious to Pain. At twelve years old playing Soccer in the Schoolyard, an eighteen years old Biker Boy joined the Game. He had an Injured Foot and shouldn’t be in the Game playing with twelve years old Children. I accidentally stepped on his bad Foot, causing him great Pain. He retaliated by punching me in the Solar plexus with all his might sending me to the Ground sucking in Dirt trying to breathe. When I recovered I left the Game ran Home and returned with an eighteen inch Chef’s Knife.

He escaped Death by running into his House and slamming the Door. That was my fourth Abuse, I was bent on Revenge. I knew that he had to pass my House every Night to get Home. One Night I devised the perfect Murder, being skilled with Ropes and Knotts, I strung a Rope across the narrow Lane that was my Street. Like all Bikers he rode too fast, when his Neck found the Rope, it yanked him from the shiny Harley which crashed and Burned. The Clothes Line was tied to the Fence in a slip-Knot, I yanked on it releasing it, removing it and disappearing in the Night. He survived only to wear a Neck brace for nine Months. I was as Devious as they come, I would walk up to him and like a Hippocrate  asked him how he was doing, with great concern.

Today I work in a Justice System where a twelve years old Boy is awaiting Trial for Stabbing his Grandmother to Death. If I was on the Jury, I would concentrate on Extenuating Circumstances, what brought him to the Edge of Madness. Backing up to being fourteen with Repressed Anger, a sixteen years Thug was beating me senseless in the back of the Schoolyard. He was a Skilled Street Fighter who only used his Elbows, Knees and Head-But his Victims. I was just about to beg for Mercy when I found a Large Stick and unleashed six years of Repressed Anger on him. I Mannered that Boy up, he Whimpered and limped out of the Schoolyard. Feeling good about my Victory changed, when I learned that his two older Brothers eighteen and nineteen, were Gang Members with multiple Murders under thei’r Belts.

Revenge for beating thei’r Kid Brother Senseless was Inevitable. These Boys were Fearless, they thought their names were Frank and Jesse. One weekend there was a Gang Bangers Boogie in a close by Neighborhood. The two Brazen Gunmen Infiltrated The  Rival Turf. They were met by a Firing Squad, the Bullets in thei’r Bodies couldn’t all be counted. A couple of Days later thei’r Caskets were placed on thei’r front Lawn for those who cared to pay their Respect. Brazen me decided to show my Disrespect by showing up and opened the closed Caskets. Looking at thei’r unrecognizable Dimpled Faces, cured my Violent Nature for the rest of my Life. Never again did I wanted to be a Badass, never again did I wanted to own a Gun.

The Lesson I learned at Fourteen was that if you lived by the Gun, the Outcomes are Inevitable. Still fourteen years old, one Day I had a front Row Seat to witness how a true Professional Discharges his Duties. One of my next Door Neighbors had developed Mental Illnesses. Nassiboo had attacked his Father with a Machete leaving him at Death’s Door. He Terrorized the Neighborhood including me, sneaking up on me With the same Machete. When the Detective came to bring him in, it was a Celebration for me. The Officer stood on the two foot Brick Wall and Announced himself to Nassiboo and told him that he was there to Arrest him. The poor Demented Man charged the Officer with the same Machete he tried to Behead his Father with.

There were five other Officers there, the Lead Detective was the only one who fired his Weapon, one Merciful shot to the Groin. The Ambulance took forever to come, Nassiboo didn’t make it. Which brings us to the Motivation for this Blog. Fifty three years later and Law Enforcement haven’t been able to train their Officers to be as Proficient as this one Detective. Several years ago in the  Bronx, several Officers approached a Mentally Disturbed Black Man with a Knife in the Hallway of a Building. They all discharged thei’r Weapons like a Firing Squad, killing someone who should have been Tased. Those Occurrences happens Everyday in this Country. Marybeth Harshbarger shot and killed her Husband at fifty Yards, claiming it was an Accident. Mark once Bragged to me that she has hit Bullseye at one Thousand Yards.

Accident or Murder? You be the Judge. My Question is why don’t the Law Enforcement Agencies in this Country train their Officers to be as good as Marybeth. The Officers who Killed Breonna Taylor were at least Inept and Negligent. Once the first shot was fired the Situation should have become a Stand-off, they didn’t know if there were young Children in that Apartment. For that reason I believe that they should stand Trial for Negligent Homicide. Casting a Blind Eye and a Deaf Ear is Complicity. To you out there Protesting, the Pen is Mightier than the Gun, don’t Burn the Country Down, this is where I live. With all its Faults, America is still a Great Place to Live. Stand in the Place where you Live. Your Votes are more Powerful than all the Bullets in a Gatling Gun. God I Love this Writing Business, telling young People how not to live their Lives. It’s a darn shame I couldn’t see what my English Literature Teacher saw. Instead I chose to Party away my Learning years smoking the finest Strains grown around the World, listening to  Grateful Dead, The Who and Pink Floyd talking about being Comfortable Numb ” You can take the Words right from my Mouth”.

P.S. Baby Boy is all Grown Up, that’s how come a Juvenile Delinquent like me can end up working in a Justice System, instead of being in the System. My Message to you Wannabes is that no Good Deed goes unpunished.

America, Life

Visionaries

Visionaries

Propaganda is the most Powerful Disinformation Tool in the Arsenal of Mind Control. Used properly it eradicates free Thinking. The Romans used it against Jesus to justify Pontius Pilot’s Execution, so did Hitler to commit Genocide of Germany’s Jewish Citizens, PW Botha followed Suite. They all Indoctrinated their Constituents in order to carry out their Atrocities without Public Condemnation. Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions that differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions. ( Albert Einstein) These are the ones That are Sponges for the Propaganda Machine. They are incapable of formulating a single solitary Thought of their own, if they didn’t read it or weren’t told then it isn’t so.

A fluent Thinker formulates his own Opinions free of outside Influences. Sheeplike Mentality are afraid of the Truth and don’t seek it.

The indigenous peoples of the Americas are the pre-Columbian peoples of North, Central and South America and their descendants. They lived in what is now known as Florida for Hundreds of years before the Mayflower sailed. When the Mayflower arrived they found People who have been living here for Thousands of years. The Natives thought them how to survive in this new Land. Look at how they repaid them by refusing to share the Land. The Africans thought then how to Harvest the Land which took them into the Industrial Age.

A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life is based on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving – Albert Einstein. I believe he is referring to the People who have made the World a Great place to live, America including. America have always been Blessed with Visionaries, Foreigners like the People of the Mayflower including. Today America is hurting for Visionaries. Human Rights is only a Propaganda Tool it never existed. Why do you think that Moses had to ask God to give him the Power to deliver his People. How many would have been Slaughtered if the Red Sea didn’t Retract. The reason for this Blog is that there are People who consider Affordable Health Insurance and Social Security to be Acts of Socialism.

The World's Greatest Daredevil

Will the real Independent Thinkers please stand up. My Wife is a Retired Federal Employee, that is the only way we could afford the Health Coverage that we have. It isn’t free each Month they take four Hundred and fifty Dollars from her Pension to pay for it. Yet a Friend of mine who grows older each Day have no Health Insurance while he wears the Red Cap. In him I see the true meaning of Propaganda, Brainwashing. Einstein also said that the only thing more Dangerous than Ignorance is Arrogance, he further said that Tyrants keep the People Ignorant. I was barely fifteen when I decided that I wanted to work in the Neighborhood Supermarket.

To do so I had to go to the Department of Labor and get a Permit because of my Age, it stated how many Hours per Day I could work and how late. All through High School I worked, I have always been a Squirrel securing a Nut. I felt like a Man being fifteen bringing Money Home to support the Household. I dressed better than my Teachers and always had Money in my Pocket. At forty Social Security sent me a Letter telling me that all my Quarters were paid. That meant that if I quit working at forty and waited twenty three years I was Eligible for Social Security payments. I continued working up to Today, the next communication I received from them twenty years ago was that I had paid a Half a Million into the Fund.

I am still working at sixty seven, Social Security Penalized me for taking back some of my Money at sixty Three and further penalized me for making too much money from still working, that is an extra two Hundred Monthly that they take, that amounts to nine Hundred Dollars of my Money that they keep Monthly. You are going to make America Great? Go sell that Propaganda Elsewhere.  Killing Payroll Tax is sticking a Knife in my Back. God I Love Mr Morgan, he should run for President, he is the most Successful Attorney in Florida, he said when you have Lived long enough to get to our Age, you have earned the Right to Speak your Mind. Thanks WordPress for giving me the Platform.

America, Life, Motivation

Reaffirmation

 

 

Reaffirmation

The way that People live their miserable Existence and interact with others, is enough for one to drop out of Society and become a Hermit. Many years ago while living in Pennsylvania, being a Nature lover, I would Hike uncharted Trails deep into the Woods. One Trail I charted for myself was a one and a half Mile incline only fitting the travels of a Billy Goat. At the bottom of this Gorge was a pristine Lake made by Nature, top of the up-climb was a Plateau of five Acres. Many times I contemplated buying and Building a Log Cabin. I knew that I was only dreaming, because my Wife hated the Woods. Regardless that is one of my secret Places far away from Bellicose People.

Yesterday I read an Article that gave Creditable reasoning for my Log Cabin. Right here in Florida, a seventy nine years old man who had lived in the same Home for twenty five years. Came Home one Day to find a Cinder Block Abutment erected two feet onto his Driveway and the Adjacent Property. The new Neighbor is said to be some kind of Minister, did I mention Bellicose. He bought the House, did his Survey of the Property and discovered that his Neighbor’s Driveway was two feet onto his five Acres Property. Without discussing it with the Man who have been living there for twenty five years, The Rambunctious Idiot threw up a Wall his first day of Ownership. I have seen on Police Drama Shows where bad Blood among Neighbors got ugly to the point of Murder.

Thank God that this Wall didn’t get to that point. Nonetheless it created a lot of Stress for a seventy nine years old Man trying to live out his remaining years in peace. The way we Live with each other never amazed me of the Underbelly of Life. Last Night coming Home at Twelve A .M. Something happened to me that I had to say, thank you Lord. As I have said over and again, I don’t go through life Blindfolded. I see things beyond the average Human Capabilities, I recognize such things as Inexplicable Occurrences. Things that can be perceived as signs from God. Before I left the House I had to use my portable Generator/ Compressor to put twenty one pounds of Air in one of my Tires.

I should have repaired the Tire right then and there, I had everything I needed to do it myself and it’s something that I do profeciently. I didn’t I just pumped it up, My Wife nags me all the Time that Men do things differently, she is right, they live on the Edge. As a result I had to pull off the Road coming Home and put more Air in the damaged Tire. While pumping up the Tire a Man Drove past me then backed up and asked me if I was ok. In these Dangerous Times that we are living in, that is something remarkable. If I was truly in need of help he was there for me. Isn’t that what this thing called Life is all about, looking out for each other, willing to lend a helping Hand.

So I said to myself thank you Lord for showing me that all is not lost when it comes down to Humanity, cause I would have done the same. Not even knowing if the Person was on the Run from the Law and would have Jacked the working Vehicle. That is the sign that my Soul needed in these Turbulent times of Race-baiting that we need each other and how Fragile we are. As the Song goes I need a Jukebox Hero, and there he was, regardless of Race, Color or Ethnicity. Thank you Lord for showing me that I should keep the Faith in My fellow Man because we’re are all not like that. It could have been a Car full of young Thugs willing to bashed my Brains in for the Change in my Wallet, but it wasn’t, it was my Guardian Angel. Talking about signs, I passed him along the way, then he passed me just before he made his turn off the Main Drag. I glanced in his Car and Focused on him looking for his Halo, all I saw was the Face of Love. As the saying goes I walk not just by Sight, but by Faith also. The Beetles said it Fifty years ago ” Come together right now over me”. I could go on and on about the Subject but I think that I have said a mouthful, as the Man said ” Read my Lips”. Parting Words,  “Games Without Frontiers, War without Tears” . Here are the Lyrics from my Favorite Song by my Favorite Group.

By Through The Roots

Where are we going

Look where we’ve been

Ignoring the signs

Blinding our eyes

Where will it end

We can live in the light

Or hide in the darknes

We continue to fight

Though we didn’t start this

And it’s killing me

See this world that we share

Painted by artists

Placing strokes without care

Think it’ll be easy to find some peace in a world but we’re are all just fighting each other

But a perfect pitch has a perfect plan and it’s not just a crushing of color

Can you hear my voice as I’m crying out

This is the movement, so move with me now, now

I believe that if we come together

We can get higher, higher, higher

I believe that if we stand together

We will rise higher, higher, higher

I believe that life is a canvas its all part of something bigger

Constantly changing with the times an ever evolving figure

What will it take to walk hand in hand change with the times and understand

Make harmony what’s unity

Erase the meaning of a foreign land

Now it’s a world with no borders

Demanding a new world order

Imagine that we never had to read another story of a life cut short by a murder

It should be easy to find some peace in a world since we all share this place with each other

Its up to us to spread the love around

We’ve got to support one another

Can you hear my voice as I’m crying out

This is the movement, so move with me now, now

I believe that if we come together

We can get higher, higher, higher

I believe that if we stand together

We will rise higher, higher, higher

I believe that if we come together

We can get higher, higher, higher

I believe that if we stand together

We can rise higher, higher, higher

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Dwight Duncan / Troy Barrington Mclean / R. Mcleod / Carl Mcleod / Dwight Marvin Duncan / Carlton Oliver Mcleod / Raymond Mcleod / Raymond Vincent Mcleod

America, Life, Religion

Brutally Frank

 

That was just a Dream

 

Brutally Frank

When I moved to Florida I needed something to do to supplement my Income, so I took a Job working in a Resort. Being a People Person, I thought that working in the Consigliere Dept as a flunkie for the Guests would be the Ideal spot for me. While there I met some very nice People and some not so nice ones. With thei’r permissions and requests I wrote about three of them. One sent me an Email and told me that they were overcome with Tears of Joy for what I wrote about thei’r eight years old Daughter, that she would evolve into a World Class Citizen with Leadership quality. I also stated that her Parents work shined through her Mannerisms. These are the kind of People I live my entire Life to meet.

They had thei’r own Business back Home, but they were down to Earth People nontheless. The others you could put in a Barrel and roll them over Niagara Falls. For instance one Guest who asked me if it is necessary for the Staff to use the same Elevator with the Guests. She was a Repugnant Women with a few Bucks, I looked better, dressed better and smelled better  than the old Haig of forty five with wrinkles becoming of a Sailor who has been at Sea for too long. Her Mentality was still back in 1913 when Old Black Women and Pregnant Black Women gave their Seat to young White Men. I have endured Ignoramus Amebas Like that for fifty three years and said not a word. The Silence has given me an Ulcer in my Stomach that gets worse each year. This is my last Blog on the Subject, because one Hand clapping is an exercise in futility. 1968 I watched Dr King and John Lewis got sprayed with water Cannons, chased by Dogs and beaten with Clubs by Gestapos, all for exercising their Constitutional Rights. I rest my Case.

Like Niel Young and Phil Collins said, ” keep on rocking in a Free World” why? ” It’s just another Day in Paradise for you and me”.

I don’t know if it’s because my Mentor was a deeply Religious Christian Woman I called Mother, or I am just Gullible. Regardless, I believe just about everything that I have read in the Bible. It says that God made man in his own Image, it didn’t say he made White Man, it didn’t say he made Black Man or for that matter ( There is that Word again Matter) neither did it say he made a variety of Men. So why is all our Rainbow of Colors the major Driving force in how we Perceive and treat each other. If you ask me such Ideologies are nothing short of Dimwittedness.

Scholars, Theologians and So called Godfearing People hold these Idiocrincies as a Roadmap for living thei’r Lives. Religion was created by Man, Mankind has been Flawed since the Garden of Eden and the first Murder by Cain. Spiritually is God given, I choose to follow the latter being someone who holds the Ten Commandments as the Laws of Life, the Laws to Live by. I am my Brother’s Keeper. I was only seventeen when I first practiced that Ideology. I was Working full-time for a Fast Food Chain in NYC while still in High School. I was the Closer, my responsibilities included counting and securing the Money, cleaning the Restaurant and disposing of whatever food that wasn’t sold. In those Days it appeared that all the Homeless People in New York lived Downtown Manhattan.

I started a procedure of Humanely disposing of the Food that wasn’t sold. I would find a Lid from a Box, lined it with Aluminum Foil and put the Food that was supposed to be thrown into the Dumpster, placed it on top of a Garbage Can. To the Wretched Indigent Population around the 14th street area, I was Godsent. To my Boss I was an Idiot who encouraged them to Loiter around the Restaurant, I was apprehended and fired. My only regret was that whoever replaced me wouldn’t follow me footsteps. Years later I Learned that I.R.S. gave Tax Credit if the Food is thrown into the Dumpster, no Credit if if is given away. Talking about user Friendly.  Fifty years later I see no change in the way Society showed Empathy for the Indigent.

The last Church that my Feet crossed The Threshold is the motivation for this Blog. The Neighborhood where I Live is ninety percent White, there are no Black Churches. Yearning to hear the Word of God, I decided to frequent a Church that was ninety nine percent White, with a Black Minister. He, his Family and mine were the one percent. That in itself was a Catalyst for failure. The young Minister was well Educated in Theology though he came from one of the poorest Countries in the World. Naturally he felt Empathy for the Downtrodden and the Disenfranchised. I have always felt that a Minister had the responsibility of not only preaching God’s Words, but also to address Social Ailments such as Racism.

The first Day he addressed the Subject on the Podium I knew that it was the beginning of the End. He was transferred to a Neighborhood that had more of his own Kind, so to Speak. I am not even going to Elaborate on how far up in the Echelons of that Tribe of Barbarians, who think that they are doing God’s Work, the indifference towards the Ten Commandments are practiced Religiously.  Another reason I withdraw my weekly financials contributions were, every Thursdays there were  weekly Socials to bring extra Revenue into the Church’s Coffer. Never once did I hear of feeding the Indigent ones with the leftovers. I guess they practiced what the Restaurant Managers Preach, ” Don’t encourage them to Loiter around your Place. Parting Words, We’ve got a kinder gentler Machine Gun Hand. Like the Man said, when you have Lived long enough to get to our Age, you have earned the Right to Speak your Mind. This Hypocrisy has gone on for too long with the World casting a Blind Eye and Deaf Ears. Today in the Courthouse where I work I had a Great Conversation with a young Black Sheriff Deputy. I told him that Respect should not be given or taken, it should be Earned by the way you do your Job and the way you Live your Life, he replied, thank you Sir. My deepest Respect to him for wanting to serve and Protect our Neighborhoods be they Black or white.