tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14397551041173812042024-03-19T04:07:53.250-07:00Noble SpiritThe Journey of a LifetimeJShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-81744226419494105362010-04-25T05:12:00.000-07:002010-04-25T05:15:34.713-07:00SPEAKSpeak volumes when you communicate<br />that which you feel in your heart.<br />Say what it is that you feel you need to say.<br />Say it definitively and as if all depends on your statement.<br />Say it with passion, with fervor, say it with meaning,<br />Speak eloquently when these chosen words<br />enter the world so that you might be proud of your expressions.<br />Speak so when the words hit the ears of your loved ones <br />they smile and can be proud of what you have to say,<br />Speak like the beat likes your spoken art, street poetry, <br />Speak like King, like Selassie I, speak like a king,<br />Speak the words you find this night, <br />Those that move you to put your mind on paper,<br /><br />Speak carefully, speak cleanly, speak without judgment,<br />Speak about how you will better yourself, <br />Keep from speaking on the ones that drive you <br />to speak about the negativity and the corruption at hand,<br />Speak about the positive changes you can make and <br />Speak about how you will make them grow,<br />Speak about the kind of growth that will<br />inspire someone to speak up. <br />Speak up, <br />Speak about those that urged you to utter the unforgettable, <br />that gave you confidence, that would not allow you to fail, <br />Speak people; speak in art, in words, in movement, in truth<br />Speak in rhythm, in thought, in silence, <br />Speak from the depths of your soul, <br />Speak from the mountaintop, <br />Speak for those who cannot speak for themselves,<br />Speak for me,<br />Speak about the blessings of life.JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-61370679504092114042010-03-31T10:36:00.000-07:002010-04-25T05:12:18.482-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjparZGgkqM9kDXJ_KgePMROLP4qY8FzA6Dsdx5iWvdnqz2qM7l6YrXrTsL6srq7j8n4rxnXo7pWwwOvYAGkbNwngcO7z9depTOgNsd5pIWvIn4jGQCAqAT8QSJgr8JUfzetgjudNNfjWc/s1600/Spontaneous+Poetry+and+Music.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455717074605565570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjparZGgkqM9kDXJ_KgePMROLP4qY8FzA6Dsdx5iWvdnqz2qM7l6YrXrTsL6srq7j8n4rxnXo7pWwwOvYAGkbNwngcO7z9depTOgNsd5pIWvIn4jGQCAqAT8QSJgr8JUfzetgjudNNfjWc/s320/Spontaneous+Poetry+and+Music.jpg" /></a><br /><strong>The L.C. presents SPONTANEOUS POETRY and </strong><strong>MUSIC:</strong><br /><strong>Inspiring the words to flow<br /><br /></strong><strong></strong>Type: Music/Arts - Performance<br /><br />Date: Thursday, April 15, 2010<br /><br />Time: 7:00pm - 10:00pm<br /><br />Location: The Black Box at Bacon Academy in Colchester<br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Description: The Libertine Collective presents:<br />Spontaneous Poetry and Music: Inspiring the words to flow<br /><strong>THE POETS</strong> -- Summer Tate, Jonathan Stanizzi, Jahsh Curzan, John Stanizzi<br /><strong>THE MUSICIANS</strong> -- Jason Stanizzi (percussion), Abu Alvin Carter (percussion), and Jim Mercik (guitar). </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>THE ARTISTS</strong>-- Corey Pane, Jeff Mansolf</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">The audience- YOU, seated on the stage with the performers<br />April 15th 7PM - 10PM<br />The Black Box at Bacon Academy in Colchester<br />611 Norwich Avenue<br />Colchester, CT 06415<br /><br />$5 cover- proceeds to benefit the students of the Bacon Academy Theater for future events. </span>JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-37115167383151387292010-03-15T17:24:00.001-07:002010-03-15T17:57:10.969-07:00Ripened Harvest<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ZbmqyeLhHCGdCoFzlO8-MGBQ8kOt1uBdE10MnHnK30IMCCWxrRvIsjL2eEe47EiDDScSFdOvthYas1aDkWFrahch1hM1av1A_2Eyp6IvceszrvtUsOOZFwAJN2TsJidyW_f4nl5e-v8/s1600-h/Taste+of+Spring+069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449028006133786018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ZbmqyeLhHCGdCoFzlO8-MGBQ8kOt1uBdE10MnHnK30IMCCWxrRvIsjL2eEe47EiDDScSFdOvthYas1aDkWFrahch1hM1av1A_2Eyp6IvceszrvtUsOOZFwAJN2TsJidyW_f4nl5e-v8/s320/Taste+of+Spring+069.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;"><em>145 Root Road JS-3.6.10</em><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">vines stream down like locks,<br />rooted where I rest, pull me towards the Earth<br />as I gaze upon the open, the vastness, that is just out<br />of grasp, seized in my imagination,<br />a contemplation, I taste the hillside<br />that I have taken in for some time now--<br />one evening as I bless away the day<br />like the day and day<br />before; I will reach over the wire<br />and stone to feast on<br />the ripened harvest</span> </div>JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-76233526667214962392010-03-10T06:36:00.000-08:002010-03-10T06:40:21.373-08:00Rastafari is InILook into my eyes, to my soul, my dread heart,<br />Jah Almighty gives Rastafari the head start.<br />Witness the everlasting, Ites, Gold and Green,<br />Power of the Trinity, seen and unseen.<br />Ethiopia, lift up your hands,<br />Mother Africa, Zion I, the Holy Land.<br />Jah bring forth InI Holy King,<br />The King of Kings, The Lord of Lords, Ever Living,<br />Prophetic words, the blessed Coronation,<br />One and all bow down, seventy-two nations,<br />Behold the Lion of the Tribe of Judah<br />Break the seven seals, Earth’s rightful ruler. <br />I-man trod this life through the sands of Babylon<br />And eternally rest upon the rock of Zion.JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-47143559921832318512010-03-07T05:43:00.000-08:002010-03-12T18:46:07.425-08:00Emerge<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXnLVjPwkJJFUM3VIC_qJRn8U2PHgMdgqNcNcRXkli9-8iOvMfoocL4ZpjnRMtAFhezM8Ea5cUznZaGsF7tajpR5NLm0CFjANhrzcC_whVaJqybIsYr2oqNHg4zbWEj0J5ccl62cTekw/s1600-h/Taste+of+Spring+073.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXnLVjPwkJJFUM3VIC_qJRn8U2PHgMdgqNcNcRXkli9-8iOvMfoocL4ZpjnRMtAFhezM8Ea5cUznZaGsF7tajpR5NLm0CFjANhrzcC_whVaJqybIsYr2oqNHg4zbWEj0J5ccl62cTekw/s320/Taste+of+Spring+073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447944149783302146" /></a><br /><br />In the country air barren fields and barbwire<br />I can hear the sound of emergence,<br />the slow ascent of Spring and childhood.<br />Through the pine and willow we catch a glimpse of a red-shouldered hawk <br />And I teach you about it.<br /><br />View from a distance, watch you learn to balance<br />above the rock wall and gravel, <br />silhouetted- sun rays compete to shine on your accomplishment<br />raise both hands in excitement, triumphant,<br />aware of the growth in you, blossoming.<br /><br />Pulled out the ladder and toolbox, you carried yours proudly, <br />we hung the birdhouse you painted for me on the tree along the corn field. <br />What joy in your eyes when you handed me your gift. <br /><br />And in mine when I see you.JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-18915804113081699462010-03-04T12:01:00.000-08:002010-03-04T12:06:41.474-08:00<strong>3.4.10- In The News Today, Amongst The Top Headlines</strong><br /><br />63 dead and dozens injured as thousands stampede in Indian Temple<br /><br />Chile death toll reaches 800, from massive 8.8 quake and tsunami<br /><br />Sex abuse suit, diocese knew of priest’s bizarre behavior<br /><br />String of blasts target early voters killing 17 in Baghdad<br /><br />Earthquakes in Taiwan cause damage and injury<br /><br />Woman found dead, police seek husband<br /><br />Shooting inside Danbury hospital…<br /><br />Where to go from here?JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-2699691649056256632010-03-03T07:03:00.001-08:002010-03-03T07:18:54.889-08:003.3.10Maybe today will be the day...<br />that my life changes, that i can hold the hand of my little baby girl,<br />look into my daughter's newborn eyes and smile,<br />think about how far we have come,<br />the overwhelming love, and how our family has grown.<br /><br />"for unto us a child is born..."<br /><br />JS<br />3.3.10JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-41460209383519983702010-03-02T16:24:00.000-08:002010-03-03T05:37:04.922-08:00Road to Zion<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidvvfa1uMlQ9XmxMn-We-_kSiQFJU88rlmzGK6OCtIK7SZyzKCrYML1LQf9ZJQcBtq3DkPufD2K6JvQL2YezLJTQ_KwtigRRa5qq9fbMZhHzeuF_xSz0bNztfd9sNa5p1-3AMcgpuztpk/s1600-h/road+to+zion.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444231511404629250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidvvfa1uMlQ9XmxMn-We-_kSiQFJU88rlmzGK6OCtIK7SZyzKCrYML1LQf9ZJQcBtq3DkPufD2K6JvQL2YezLJTQ_KwtigRRa5qq9fbMZhHzeuF_xSz0bNztfd9sNa5p1-3AMcgpuztpk/s400/road+to+zion.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://coreypane.com/">Artwork by Corey Pane</a></div><div><br />InI been troddin’ on this road to Zion<br />Amidst the Babylonians cold as iron<br />Geared up pretty with a suit and tie on<br />Satellite images to keep an eye on<br />The righteous individuals they creep and spy on<br />Offer a shoulder cold as ice to cry on<br />They pick pocket everything you spent some time on<br />InI been troddin’ on this road to Zion<br /><br />InI been troddin’ tryin find a haven<br />Try to stay brave clean cut and shaven<br />Try to stay safe keep from misbehavin’<br />Keep it real quiet meditate keep praying<br />Avoid all distractions creeps and cravings<br />On these streets no delayin keep it straight no straying<br />The night in Babylon dark as raven<br />InI been troddin’ trying find a haven<br /><br />InI been troddin’ till I rest in the distance<br />Reach my destination place with persistence<br />This life keep flashing by my eye in an instance<br />Learn from the Most High, life and my instincts,<br />Amidst all this pressure pain and resistance<br />I come to find the meaning in this life and existence<br />In every little breath wish to make a difference<br />InI trod till I rest in the distance</div><br /><div align="left">**Piece inspired from the above artwork for the </div><div align="left">Graduate Institute Holistic Thinking Cohort 10-2</div><div align="left">Culminating Project/Master's Thesis</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">JS<br /><span style="color:#006600;">3</span>.<span style="color:#ffff00;">2</span>.<span style="color:#ff0000;">10</span> </div>JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-63962829095869809022010-02-28T14:48:00.000-08:002010-02-28T14:55:07.433-08:00Dread Heart<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5O7ZH__LjXk63ae8UxAwAN7eELEMWsbUdNCl7gz8EYQBEgLs81pqeSiNIMJOdJxAt_n-JLozFM_06V-gTRqqRcPei7RJN9-pUBB5ifMrfw9eXn6ip2VDZba6dSCjGlKz3JA9O_2aacok/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443430206200291570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5O7ZH__LjXk63ae8UxAwAN7eELEMWsbUdNCl7gz8EYQBEgLs81pqeSiNIMJOdJxAt_n-JLozFM_06V-gTRqqRcPei7RJN9-pUBB5ifMrfw9eXn6ip2VDZba6dSCjGlKz3JA9O_2aacok/s320/scan0004.jpg" /></a><strong> Rastafari</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>JS 2-10</strong> </div>JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-62227651698503586872010-02-27T12:29:00.000-08:002010-02-28T14:54:51.006-08:00Eye of the Beholder<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY2Q7onPpifVbhWEfi5oo8zcocwg0l8Zb8HuBO2baPCSvI_QJ8l7kqYSLlTv5aa3VTLTpTP2jBh-wStZrs3IUczbfWhZk28g1t61kseCDpvmAqZq7azQ08MPzPgVSnBtFTlkuxgSor0Q4/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443023444572358562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY2Q7onPpifVbhWEfi5oo8zcocwg0l8Zb8HuBO2baPCSvI_QJ8l7kqYSLlTv5aa3VTLTpTP2jBh-wStZrs3IUczbfWhZk28g1t61kseCDpvmAqZq7azQ08MPzPgVSnBtFTlkuxgSor0Q4/s320/scan0002.jpg" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Eye of the Beholder</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>JS-10-09</strong></div>JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-12738921568503971382010-02-27T12:00:00.000-08:002010-02-28T07:06:19.996-08:00Lion Sketch<div align="right"></div><div align="center"><strong>Lion Sketch</strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">An assignment was given to our cohort to bring in something </div><div align="center">that represents us, our change over the last year, </div><div align="center">a certain something, a tangible something to share our growth </div><div align="center">to those individuals who have seen us grow, </div><div align="center">and weep, and struggle laugh and pray, </div><div align="center">meditate, communitcate, chant, and elevate. </div><div align="center">This was a sketch to display the Lion in me, </div><div align="center">but also to show that we are always changing, shifting, growing</div><div align="center">as InI am far different than this morning, </div><div align="center">having walked in the cool breeze of the day</div><div align="center">and conversed in a way unplanned.</div><div align="center">InI dedication to the Most High through all of the </div><div align="center">learning, the yearning, the breaking of lenses </div><div align="center">that have been created within me</div><div align="center">through my experiences and trod. </div><div align="center">What still remains is the desire for</div><div align="center">overstanding and a consciousness </div><div align="center">that allows me to be present in the present,</div><div align="center">and in the Presence of HIM</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6b0sKly3BwzLR86wu49uTe4OR79FGRbZ2VhYaPuy81-2aNlLK2YJfFAex7CCyYvrjMlsjuWOwnTAaKaNIJN5fRJ19DC3eHEojF6ZucOx7F7tdg7MaK6PrEkIbnVJOYwIFTYQ2sp7Pag/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443017897965696514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6b0sKly3BwzLR86wu49uTe4OR79FGRbZ2VhYaPuy81-2aNlLK2YJfFAex7CCyYvrjMlsjuWOwnTAaKaNIJN5fRJ19DC3eHEojF6ZucOx7F7tdg7MaK6PrEkIbnVJOYwIFTYQ2sp7Pag/s320/scan0001.jpg" /></a>"We must look into ourselves, into the depths of our souls.</div><div align="center">We must now become something we have never been before.</div><div align="center">For our education, experience, and environment have ill prepared us."</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Conquering Lion of the Tribe of Judah, </div><div align="center">His Imperial Majesty, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Emperor</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Haile</span> I Selassie I, </div><div align="center">Jah Rastafari</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Ever Living, Ever Faithful, Ever True<br /></div><div align="center"></div>JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-19940728387007626552009-11-03T09:43:00.000-08:002009-11-03T09:48:25.872-08:00Coronation of Emperor Ras TafariArticle published in Kingston, Jamaica, the 8th of November of 1930 in the "Blackman" newspaper.<br /><br />History and Prophecy Coronation of Emperor Ras Tafari Article published in Kingston, Jamaica, the 8 of Noviembre of 1930 in the "Blackman" news paper. Last Sunday, a great ceremony took place at Addis Abbaba [Ababa], the capital of Abyssinia. It was the coronation of the new Emperor of Ethiopia - Ras Tafari. From reports and expectations, the scene was one of great splendour, and will long be remembered by those who were present. Several of the leading nations of Europe sent representatives to the coronation, thereby paying their respects to a rising Negro Nation that is destined to play a great part in the fiiture history of the world. <br /><br />Abyssinia is the land of the blacks and we are glad to learn that even though Europeans have been trying to impress the Abyssinians that they are not belonging to the Negro Race, they have returned the retort that they are, and that they are proud to be so. <br /><br />Ras Tafari has travelled to Europe and America and is therefore no stranger to European hypocrisy and methods; he, therefore, must be regarded as a kind of a modern Emperor, and from what we understand and know of him, he intends to introduce modern methods and systems into his country. Already he has started to recruit from different sections of the world competent men in dIfferent branches of science to help to develop his country to the position that she should occupy among the other nations of the world.<br /><br />We do hope that Ras Tafari will live long to carry out his wonderful intentions. From what we have heard and what we do know, he is ready and willing to extend the hand of invitation to any Negro who desires to settle in his kingdom. We know of many who are gone to Abyssinia and who have given good report of the great possibilities there, which they are striving to take advantage of.<br /><br />The Psalmist prophesied that "Princes would come out of Egypt and Ethiopia would stretch forth her hands unto God" (Psalm 68:31). We have no doubt that the time is now come. Ethiopia is now really stretching forth her hands. This great kingdom of the East has been hidden for many centuries, but gradually she is rising to take a leading place in the world and it is for us of the Negro race to assist in every way to hold up the hand of Emperor Ras Tafari.<br /><br />Marcus Mosiah GarveyJShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-53805188939025545472009-09-29T18:13:00.000-07:002010-03-14T10:41:51.313-07:00Elijah ThomasI look at my son and see him learning more every day,<br />growing and talking, and thinking all the time.<br />He counts to five in Spanish and 15 in English,<br />sings the ABC song and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,<br />which he oftens sings at the same time,<br />"twinkle twinkle little star, abcd, what you are..."<br />We sent my school picture to Mama's house,<br />and Elijah came across it in his bag...hugged it and<br />said, "Daddy, I love my Daddy."<br />He is just now learning to express his love.<br />He turns to us and hugs us..."I love you, Mommy,<br />I love you Daddy."<br />And I say..."I love you Elijah, I love you too."JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-35860666356317914542009-09-13T07:29:00.000-07:002009-09-13T07:31:28.179-07:00LEARNING<em>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray</em> <br /> Dylan Thomas – Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night<br /><br /><br />The anger inside me raged for years,<br />and more often than not revisits,<br />grabs hold of my being.<br />Unreleased, I speak out loud;<br />I am older now, should be wise to old tricks.<br />I try to count to ten or breathe deeply,<br />endeavor to walk away from myself.<br />I take out this anger<br />on the sheetrock in my space,<br />curse the next passerby.<br /><br />The anger inside me that raged for years<br />every now and again revisits, is recognized,<br />grabs hold of my being.<br />I smile and speak out loud;<br />I am wiser now; I’ve new remedies, Old Tricks.<br />I give thanks to the day’s moments, breathe deeply,<br />enjoy a saunter with my loved ones.<br />I release the anger,<br />capture it on pad with pen,<br />bless the next passerby.JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-36044610432226144662009-09-09T17:57:00.000-07:002010-04-28T12:07:06.374-07:00WAR & PEACE<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Peace</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">tranquil, serene</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">calming, hoping, solving</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">restful, quiet, roused, violent,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">arming, shelling, confronting </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">invasion, hostile </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">War</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-88169199609762734782009-08-17T11:17:00.000-07:002009-08-17T11:36:14.521-07:00113 Lockwood Street<span style="font-family:times new roman;">So this is the last few days before I move out of the home that I have lived in for 8 years. 113 Lockwood Street has been a blessed place and is filled with memories. My Jilly and I bought this home in 2001 after having lived in an apartment for two years. We were so excited to be moving here. There were times when I would go the long way home to our apartment of School Street and I would imagine pulling into the driveway and spending the evening in peace, away from the chaos that was School Street. Today I find that it is hard to appreciate this moment in this beautiful home that I have been so very blessed to live in and that is so much more than so many people on Mother Earth. I suppose by writing this I am making sure that I, in some way, show how much I love this home. The memories are endless, and it is a fact that without this home I would never have been able to move into our new home. It is because of this home that I am moving forward into the next chapter in my life with my family, but not without bitter sweetness. I can only hope that we are as happy and as fullfilled in our new home as we have been here. I can look out every window here and see our touch, our love, and our vision. May the family that is next to call this beautiful home their own continue to appreciate what they have and to love and respect 113 Lockwood Street as I do.</span>JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-49272553555945947362009-08-13T09:08:00.001-07:002009-08-17T11:15:47.817-07:00SCHOOL<div align="center">SCHOOL<br />chatter<br />hallways full<br /><br />children move in herds<br />pushing towards their future<br />encouraged by them I watch<br /><br />“education institution”</div>JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-44567058913520166982009-08-13T09:05:00.000-07:002009-08-13T09:06:26.813-07:00COOK'S<em> <br /> Bless my eyes this morning, Jah sun is on the rise once again.<br /> Bob Marley – So Much Trouble in the World</em><br /><br /><br />moon rise<br />Milky Way<br />Big Dipper<br />1 a.m. seashore<br />early morning<br />with loved ones<br />Cook’s, South Wellfleet<br />nature’s paramount<br />sitting atop<br />a 150 foot dune<br />distant white caps<br />vantage point<br />with endless vision<br />above the rolling choir<br />of the Atlantic<br />and only when I am ready<br />descend to the ocean side<br />to witness the rising of the sunJShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-48560758320311195642009-08-10T13:18:00.000-07:002009-08-17T11:17:24.586-07:00CMT<div align="left"><em>…and the almond-blossom<br />Silent in all of the gardens and the bees going backwards and forwards, For to-day we have naming of parts.</em><br /><br />Henry Reed – The Naming of Parts<br /><br />I closed the door and asked for quiet,<br />waited for the rustling of papers<br />and children to stop,<br />passed out purple booklets and spoke:<br /><em>Open to page 40 and read along as I read the directions aloud.</em><br /><br />DRP, Degrees of Reading Power was the test today,<br />and yesterday we had Editing and Revising,<br />tomorrow Reading Comprehension,<br />next week Mathematics I, II, and III.<br /><br />It is important for students to<br />eat a good breakfast,<br />get a good night’s sleep,<br />relax, breathe, concentrate,<br />and take their time.<br />Our school funding is dependent on this!<br /><br />How easy to forget the obstacles –<br /><br /><em>I had no breakfast ‘cause there ain’t no food to eat. </em><br /><br /><em>I was up all from the screaming and yelling,<br />background noise from my conflicted parents.<br /><br />Argued with my little bothersome brother<br />and couldn’t find any clothes to wear.<br /><br />The reverberations from the ambulance<br />and now the tapping pencil from the boy at the next desk<br />continue echoing in my head!<br /></em><br />But tomorrow we have Reading Comprehension,<br />and today we have DRP.<br />Hey, it’s only middle school.</div>JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-18292079644816383132009-08-09T15:50:00.000-07:002009-08-09T15:51:27.692-07:00BATTLES AND THE RAVEN<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>for Dad</em><br /><br />As the sky seemed not to be able to contain or settle on one decision,<br />Rainbow, full or colors, display skies clashing thoughts,<br />We accept both, sun and rain alike, our spirit and excitement we’re unable to contain,<br />The game must go on…<br /><br />The faithful have turned out, once again, to witness the story untold,<br />The story unfold,<br />Umbrellas and sunglasses, and an enthusiasm that likens ours,<br />We take our positions, willing participants of this clash,<br />Our black armor shimmers with night and skies offerings,<br /><br />Our general, kept at bay, yet the mighty spirit moved forth without,<br />And we clashed…<br /><br />White Steele and leather come together as one<br />They come alive in the Raven as nights cold penetrates with pain,<br />Attempts to cease foiled as he, the Raven, battled within, and without<br />As if to mock the spirits of game and earth,<br /><br />The battles raged on, as we witness the rising of the Raven,<br />We follow as one, solitaire, as a Mighty Diamond, towards victory…<br /><br />The Raven smiles when receiving the token of his heroics,<br />And we smile, well into the dark of night.</strong></span>JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-18607096821349093652009-08-09T15:40:00.000-07:002009-08-17T11:17:24.586-07:00The Strength Starts at the Roots<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><strong>A Writing from Booklet</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>The two sides of the book begin to awaken<br />and come together and join images in the middle,<br />greeting each other having never met,<br />yet undeniably having a connection.<br />As I viewed my finished booklet I read it,<br />as if the depth of War and Peace, yet no more than 15 words.<br />It spoke to me and showed a journey from beginning to end,<br />from the roots, the foundation to the roots, to the foundation.<br /><br />I see a spiritual journey that lifts me up from the earth<br />and from the sweet smell of the flowers.<br />I journey and make connections along the way,<br />find love and friendship<br />and receive the most beautiful gift of father hood.<br />There is a message to be positive until the next venture<br />and until home, where it is like nothing I have seen before.<br />I journey through the glowing green of the Maple,<br />the fields of grass and rise up as I go and love the earth as I do.<br />Awaken to see the strength that starts at the roots<br />and they sing a lifelong song of imagery and acceptance<br />of all that was and will be.<br />The fog covered maple in middle where the front meets the back<br />can be interpreted with fright or beauty.<br />Draped in a blanket of haze and sodden<br />I move past the towering figure as it reaches out in every direction.<br />It talks to me in a composition of wind and rustling branches “live your best life,”<br />it states…and I am clear of every word.<br />I see the longest and most defined extremity of the tree<br />reaching and lifting up to the bird,<br />who sits peacefully looking towards the future, towards the lifeline.<br />It meets the clock ticking on towards the next breakthrough.<br />Up and up and up away from the little village at the base.<br />From this summit I can see the savior and I feel at home here as it is like nothing on earth.</strong></span>JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-89229325915297526492009-08-09T15:28:00.001-07:002009-08-13T09:01:40.895-07:00DIG<strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The spade pierces the silence with a shuddering blow<br />splitting the darkness and exposing her, deep russet.<br />The cadence and rhythm peels back layers,<br />scattered pieces of her everywhere.<br />leaving her open and vulnerable,<br />take his own rubbish and cover her over<br />like a blanket replacing her being and stillness<br />with unfamiliar shapes and shades that will remain,<br />take what is left of her thrown about with little attention,<br />toss it over his mountain of refuse<br />as if to hide the remnants of his ever being there,<br />In silence she accepts the offering<br />for she is the keeper.<br />But the day will come when she will move oceans<br />split open her darkness peeling back his layers </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and silence will come to her.</span></strong>JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1439755104117381204.post-7326857288070648392009-08-06T16:45:00.000-07:002009-08-09T15:53:22.515-07:00LAMP<div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Out over the azalea and cherry tree<br />into the front window of the yellow cape across Lockwood Street<br />the lamp shines every night,<br />aglow amid life’s happenings in the neighborhood.<br /><br />It is a golden lamp with a white stained-glass shade,<br />and at dusk it bursts from the darkness of the home,<br />casting shadows into corners and blazing the blackness,<br />a reminder of days past.<br /><br />Now, a time later, the family that once shone light and love<br />into the home has passed into all things; the home is silent.<br />No children laughing, no meals at the table;<br />just a gathering of dust.<br /><br />There is a plastic chair on the stoop; no one sits anymore,<br />no one chats under the overhang on the patio.<br />Tomato stakes hang on to the remnants of last year’s yield.<br />Everything is surrounded by the movement of life.<br /><br />Everything is left, but nothing is touched; nothing is needed today,<br />except for the lamp, the overseer of all gives light to the crooked awning<br />and the untilled garden where the luminosity reaches,<br />awakening at the end of every day, the spotlight of the life that was.</span><br /><br /></strong></span></div>JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04451527500766130967noreply@blogger.com0