Had a great night conversing with Penelope.
I fell asleep curled up on the Delaunay couch and woke up to find that a blanket had been put on me. This the warmth of family, like the warmth of a blanket sustains one.... Lessens that emptiness.
Saturday, November 05, 2011
Up On MY Roof
10AUG2011
12:20pm
I just connected some dots in my mind and tears rolled out of my eyes. I often hum songs when I start to get tired. Other times, if not fatigue related, a tune may repeat & it helps, in the way dreams do for me, to process something perhaps not so conscious.
"Up On The Roof" sung by The Drifters is a song that *frequently* pops into my head and I hum. Sometimes even sing.
(DOT Dot dot)
I'm crying now because I used to climb up on the roof at home when I wanted to hide or be alone. I forgot about that. All these years of humming... Smile
There are many songs that I have heard since childhood--and probably in the womb--thanks to my mother. I may have commented before how all of my siblings and I play our music loud. Childhood memories inside a vehicle always had KRTH-101 and oldies playing. I'm always thankful for having not just the knowledge of these songs, but the doorway to musical appreciation. In this way, and in remembering this, there is so much love in my family (blood or befriended) and I miss them terribly.
"Up On The Roof"
Songwriters: GOFFIN, GERRY/KING, CAROLE
When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I climb way up to the top of the stars
And all my cares just drift right into space
On the roof it's peaceful as can be
And there the world below can't bother me
Let me tell you now
When I come home feeling tired and beat
I go up where the air is fresh and sweet
I get away from the hustling crowds
And all that rat race noise down in the street
On the roof's the only place I know
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Up on the roof
At night the stars put on a show for free
And darling you can share it all with me
I keep-a tellin' you
Right smack dab in the middle of town
I found a Paradise that's trouble-proof
And if this world starts getting you down
There's room enough for two up on the roof
Up on the roof.......
12:20pm
I just connected some dots in my mind and tears rolled out of my eyes. I often hum songs when I start to get tired. Other times, if not fatigue related, a tune may repeat & it helps, in the way dreams do for me, to process something perhaps not so conscious.
"Up On The Roof" sung by The Drifters is a song that *frequently* pops into my head and I hum. Sometimes even sing.
(DOT Dot dot)
I'm crying now because I used to climb up on the roof at home when I wanted to hide or be alone. I forgot about that. All these years of humming... Smile
There are many songs that I have heard since childhood--and probably in the womb--thanks to my mother. I may have commented before how all of my siblings and I play our music loud. Childhood memories inside a vehicle always had KRTH-101 and oldies playing. I'm always thankful for having not just the knowledge of these songs, but the doorway to musical appreciation. In this way, and in remembering this, there is so much love in my family (blood or befriended) and I miss them terribly.
"Up On The Roof"
Songwriters: GOFFIN, GERRY/KING, CAROLE
When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I climb way up to the top of the stars
And all my cares just drift right into space
On the roof it's peaceful as can be
And there the world below can't bother me
Let me tell you now
When I come home feeling tired and beat
I go up where the air is fresh and sweet
I get away from the hustling crowds
And all that rat race noise down in the street
On the roof's the only place I know
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Up on the roof
At night the stars put on a show for free
And darling you can share it all with me
I keep-a tellin' you
Right smack dab in the middle of town
I found a Paradise that's trouble-proof
And if this world starts getting you down
There's room enough for two up on the roof
Up on the roof.......
Friday, November 04, 2011
Metaphors
Today it rained.
The saying, "when it rains it pours" held true in the amount of actual REAL voice conversations I had that lasted for hours today. It felt comfortable, good but also foreign in this age of texts, FB wall posts, email.
The memorable moment:
"It was like trying to pull a semi-truck into a hollowed out toothpic."
-B-Boy
:-)
Sunday, October 30, 2011
30OCT2011 - Thirty-Six-Pence
With apron & easel I painted
A large world to my small frame
Mommies & daddies & teachers
I was a king in my playground
A large world to my small frame
Mommies & daddies & teachers
I was a king in my playground
With glasses & braces I wrote
Expressive cursive in ink
Teachers & friends & love
I was an architect of dreams
With time & experience I think
Infinite possibilities await
Friends & family & life
I'm a student sponge in space
Sunday, October 23, 2011
How Racists Exercise Tolerance
Question posed by Chris Nies on FB:
"How do racists watch football? I've always wondered about that..."
"How do racists watch football? I've always wondered about that..."
MY PLAYFUL ANSWER:
With ignorant hungry souls, only full when they can feed themselves more fear; disapproving eyes & insidious hearts that have a sick, almost giddy, anticipation for someone of color to fumble so they can make a racist innuendo how **ggers are always dropping the ball.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
PHOTOMAPS
It doesn't dictate the
Laws you live
But binds this moment we are sharing
I cannot take into
Tomorrow
Or wish the wind to blow me
Back
The kisses taken
And never developed
Lay drowning
In this pool of "solution"
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
The Road To LoveLand
Without hurt or disappointment, we would not be able to recognize, appreciate, or strive for a joy or love or [insert your want] that is nurturing & protects us. The heart that risks nothing can gain nothing. There are times to shield one's heart so it can heal & learn from the painful experience; so when strong again it can be opened and shared with the knowledge that is gained. :-)
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Faith In Truth, Love & Inner Strength
[Begin with FACTS...]
Part of my "adolescent realization" became solidified when my closest friends--of differing religions--would get caught up in lunchtime discussions (arguments) about how each others' beliefs were "wrong."
I was five before I ever stepped foot in the Catholic church. Making it a weekly ritual after my mother re-married was not a welcome event to my carefree self. However, always the eager sponge for new information, I took in the new teachings, structure, "sit, stand, kneel" routine and was baptized. I received First Communion and it was a big family event with presents and I didn't quite get why.
[Keep FACTS and mix in FICTION...]
When I gave my first confession, I remember having to make up my sins to tell Father Carl Johnson. My self-image at that age was that I was a model student and a good oldest brother who did as I was told. I read over the Ten Commandments before confession and as far as I understood, I had not broken any of these rules. I first tried to tell Father Carl that I had no sins to confess. He told me that if I thought really hard I could probably think of a time when I didn't do what my mom or dad told me to do. I could read in his eyes and his tone of voice that he EXPECTED me to come up with something to confess...so, I said, "Yes. I was told to clean my room didn't do it.". "Is that all?" he said with an emphasis on ALL. "Yes." I was to go and say three Hail Mary's and then be absolved of this fictional sin.
I knelt in the pew. I said three Hail Mary's. I stood up, joined my mom & step-father. I was now sin-free but felt no different than before I had walked into the confessional. (Accept that I now had a lie already to tell Father Carl the next time I had to confess.)
:-)
Part of my "adolescent realization" became solidified when my closest friends--of differing religions--would get caught up in lunchtime discussions (arguments) about how each others' beliefs were "wrong."
I was five before I ever stepped foot in the Catholic church. Making it a weekly ritual after my mother re-married was not a welcome event to my carefree self. However, always the eager sponge for new information, I took in the new teachings, structure, "sit, stand, kneel" routine and was baptized. I received First Communion and it was a big family event with presents and I didn't quite get why.
[Keep FACTS and mix in FICTION...]
When I gave my first confession, I remember having to make up my sins to tell Father Carl Johnson. My self-image at that age was that I was a model student and a good oldest brother who did as I was told. I read over the Ten Commandments before confession and as far as I understood, I had not broken any of these rules. I first tried to tell Father Carl that I had no sins to confess. He told me that if I thought really hard I could probably think of a time when I didn't do what my mom or dad told me to do. I could read in his eyes and his tone of voice that he EXPECTED me to come up with something to confess...so, I said, "Yes. I was told to clean my room didn't do it.". "Is that all?" he said with an emphasis on ALL. "Yes." I was to go and say three Hail Mary's and then be absolved of this fictional sin.
I knelt in the pew. I said three Hail Mary's. I stood up, joined my mom & step-father. I was now sin-free but felt no different than before I had walked into the confessional. (Accept that I now had a lie already to tell Father Carl the next time I had to confess.)
:-)
Do the CanCanNot
I cannot explain what cannot be comprehended...
I cannot comprehend that which is beyond (or before) me...
And this is the darkness I must find music to keep hope lit.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
B-Boy Bang
"If I can play hockey, then I can bang a bitch!"
-B-Boy in response to staying physically fit into his 80's
-B-Boy in response to staying physically fit into his 80's
http://m.signonsandiego.com/news/2011/oct/11/jing-debunked-sexual-activity-shown-to-aid-life/
