Are We Mad Yet?

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I don’t know why I let things affect me. I shouldn’t give a damn, after all me and mine are okay right now. So why should I care that children being killed by other children. Why should it bother me that a woman is going to jail for five years because she wanted her son to have a better education. It bothers me because it’s too close to home. You would think that in the year Two thousand and twelve the human race would have developed and become civilized people, not the rinky, dink selfish sons of bitches they are.


Why can’t we learn how to live by what the preachers and ministers teach? I don’t have to quote the Holy Books to know how to be humble and to how treat my brothers and sisters. I don’t know about your God, but my God teaches love, compassion, hope and fear of his waft if I should disobey the laws. They ain’t hard, love they neighbor, do not steal, kill or bare false witness (lie). He also teaches me to forgive those who trespass against me, by forgiving me. I know forgiving is so hard when I read the morning paper and an eight year old boy is shot while buy chips, for no reason other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time. A kid goes to school and thinks he’s Rambo and shoots up the school cafeteria.

The politicians talking so much shit, I don’t know what’s going on. Its 2012, why are we talking about abortions rights? And there’s question about birth control, whether it should be offered it their insurance package. What about jobs and education? Woman going to have all these babies, they are going to need support. No they’re talking about cutting welfare and medical coverage. But that’s okay make the woman have unwanted babies that they can’t afford. They will grow to be fuck ups and go shoot a school up or just do some drive by shootings on their tricycles. Don’t worry the rich bastards who pay to get what they want, will toss out their new furniture boxes for the homeless to sleep in. They’ll give the old and unwanted provisions to the pantries to feed the poor. Hell the rich may even come and donate their time in the soup kitchen. This way their conscious will be clear.

The all the entertainers will go to Africa to feed, clothe and educate those poor children. In fact they’ll bring a few home, raise them as their own and westernize them. They’ll be good little nigger’s, oh, that’s not nice, excuse me this one time. It doesn’t matter that there are children right here, hungry, uneducated and in need of a family.


We all have the same opportunities but not all of us know how to utilize them. If you live on the wrong side of town you ain’t getting school education, you get, advance ghetto survival skills. Poverty doesn’t discriminate. Racism doesn’t have anything to do with your skin color or nationality. It’s the rich vs. the poor. It’s the have and the have not’s. It’s about who has the survival skills. You either learn how to hustle and make it on the streets or you hustle and learn to get an education to get off the streets.


Something has to change. People have to open their eyes and pretend to be blind so they can hear what is being said. Cry for the hell that is in our back yards and get out there and try to clean up the mess. Dig up the weeds, turn the soil and plant seeds of righteousness. All this poison out here is slowly killing us all quickly. How long before slavery will be back in affect. The rich will buy and sell the poor like yesterday's rotten fish.


I have to turn off the world for a few days and turn on the TV and let fantasy entertain me.


The following poem was written while Bush was still in office.

The Harbor Whore

Oh harbor whore,
welcoming the weak and weary
to your shores.

no remorse you came,
toting ideas of greed,
and not a bit of shame.

You lifted her gown,
lowered her panties,
and fucked her around.

Christened Miss Liberty,
raised by rapist and thieves,
her lust pimped freely.

She solicited cheap labor,
with intentions to deceive,
you accepted her favor.

You spoke ill of her character,
she’s just a whore,
it didn’t matter.

She educated you well,
and neglected her own,
now her domain has fell.

She pilfered your gold,
and steals your oil,
to the highest bidder it's sold.

After years of hoodwinking,
her secrets are exposed,
her shit is stinking.

The harbor whore,
outsmart herself,
now losing the financial war.

Her factories are on your land,
to save the mighty US dollar,
but it has gotten out of hand.

Once a great kingdom,
now growing weak
and losing her freedom.

So……

Get your bags packed,
flee from her fast,
don’t look back.

By: K. Wilhelmina Floria

Silently Heard Invisibly Seen: I Want My Winter

Silently Heard Invisibly Seen: I Want My Winter: I missed my winter. In two weeks we will be turning our clocks forward and the sun will be out longer. I’m feeling cheated, I loved the ...

I Want My Winter

I missed my winter. In two weeks we will be turning our clocks forward and the sun will be out longer. I’m feeling cheated, I loved the dark days of winter, the gloom of impending snow. I miss the satisfaction of eating the heavy comfort foods and cuddling under the covers. Lazy cold days relaxing reading a good book, or watching TV.  The sound of the radiators banging as the heat comes up.

I don’t understand all the scientific words used to explain this global warming. I do understand, however that because of this warming I didn’t get to enjoy my winter this year. The weather maintained and average of 45 to 55 degree weather. That is not winter. I did see a few 32 degrees and lower but not enough to enjoy. There was just too much sunshine.

Almost everyone was lovin’ this insane change it the atmosphere. I heard, I don’t remember where, probably the news.  That it’s the methane gases causing the winter heat.  I don’t have to be a Caltech graduate to understand that methane gas is from the fuel we use to heat our homes, drive our cars and run the planes that fly right next to the ozone layer. It’s not natural. If we continue at this rate we will find ourselves in the middle of a science fiction movie. We won’t be able to go outside a man made doom because of fear of burning up.  I wonder if that’s why NASA is trying to see if Mars will be suitable for man. They burned up one planet, hey lets go get another one.

I remember in high school learning that the earth was tilting on its axle and eventually the north would be warm and the east will be cold.   Didn’t I hear that Texas and California had some snow? Did we on the east coast experience an earthquake that started in Virginia, it was a 5.9 magnitude, which rocked all the way to New York, and even people in Ohio felt it, I heard. It even went south to the Carolina's. I know that there have been quakes in the east before, but to the magnitude? I don’t know.  Let’s not forget the tornadoes in the last couple of years.

The glaciers are melting the poor polar bears, penguins and seal and what other animals the live in that environment are suffering. They can’t find food and have to keep migrating. It’s sad. Something has to be done.

I want my four seasons back and most of all I want my winter!

Seasons of Love

New wonders blossom, awaking from a dark cold sleep.

Mating songs travel through gentle winds.

Fragrance of clean fresh air, fill the atmosphere.         

Morning dews kissed away by radiant sunrises.

Rain showers, the cleansing tears that fill ponds of hope.

Leaping frogs, robins with their breast swollen in pride.

Butterflies sampling fresh nectar, before the honeybee invasions.

Love labors birth this spring.

Steam sizzling, black top melting.

Blazing sun, Johnny pumps splashing.

Humidity thick, mosquitoes feasting, flies annoying.

Pretty flowers, shading trees, whispering breezes.

Sunset a welcome relief, evening treats.

Crickets singing, fireflies blinking.

Pregnant moon, shooting stars.

Love sweats with passion this summer.

Chilling Goosebumps, blowing wind.

Squirrels forging, sparrows preparing.

Yellow, orange, brown, leaves a falling.

New gear, laughing children full of cheer.

Insects dying, behind clouds the sun is hiding.

Afternoon gloom, evening soon, glowing moon.

Apple picking, stew chicken.

Holding hands, making plans.

Love grows strong with comfort this autumn.

Biting cold, darkness unfold.

Dull sun, banging pipes, whistling wind.

Smoking chimneys, blankets of snow.

Scurrying mice, cat’s delights.

Cream of wheat, warmth the feet.

Ho ho, ho, merry friend or foe.

Cuddling close under Downy fresh quilts.

Love kindles the heat this winter.

This love welcomes the next season that comes.

01/19/08

I Wanna’ Do What I Wanna’ Do

Yesterday I had to go out after being in for the last six days. I’ve been disabled for the last three and half years and I had to go out almost every day to see different doctors. Then there was physical therapy and pulmonary rehab. Don’t get me wrong I wanted to feel better and I am doing much better today.  I’m happy that I no longer need to tote that 10 pound oxygen tank around, it felt like fifty pounds. I’m not going to rant and rave about being sick I did that in my blog Me Verse Lupus http://lupusverseme.blogspot.com I’m disgusted because I don’t have time to finish all the things I have to do.

While this thought was running through my head, and I was thinking about my next blog is going to be about me not have enough time to do all the things I want to do, not what I have to do them. But for me it can be the same thing. I check my emails when I got in yesterday and start reading some of the blogs I follow and ran across
  
The Ramblings of an Intellectual Sistah
  http://tmgoddess.wordpress.com/author/tmgoddess/
 

She shared what she thought about being an angry black woman. Why don’t you click on the link and check it out. I read it and had to laugh, though I’m not working 9-5 anymore, and for now, I’m blessed that I don’t have to. Still my time is in demand.

 I remember running three home care agencies, dealing with the office employees, field employees, the owners the clients, nurses and on top of all them I had to go over time sheets, facilitate and attend different meetings I was available to my employees 24/7, but I smiled enjoyed the stress and pressure. I was important and needed. That’s another story. Then went home and raised my dysfunctional teenagers. Sometimes I even took on second and third jobs to pay the mortgage and heat, and that’s another story. Oh yea I probably talked about it in Lupus Verse me blog, I told my life story I was pretty honest.

Maybe my to do list is too long, but I worked for over 30 years, I should be able to do what I want when I want. What do I want to do, I want to write and I am writing this blog, my novel, my poems and my inspirational and encouraging letters to my beloved grandchildren.

Less start with the blogs, I wrote my first blog on BlogSpot easy as pressing enter on the keyboard. But I wanted more exposure, so I started blogging on Word Press, this is where it complicated, I have to do more then press enter on it.  I don’t know how to work it, I don’t understand the instructions, you have to show me like I’m 92 year old woman. Blogger Jueseppi B. who writes the The ObamaCrat.com, check it out, he is great, he’s is helping me get some widgets on my page. I use to be able to figure these things out but I don’t know, blame it on lupus as my sister lupies say.

Mr. Jueseppi has been steering traffic to my blog on Word Press and I love it, those who follow me on BlogSpot know how I fiend for attention. That being said I have to produce more entries to share. The more readers I have the more I’m compelled to write for. Thank goodness I have a lot of poems to share for when I’m writing. I found many blogs I enjoy reading. So I spend time reading those.

I found Stumble and I like that. I see nice art, photographs; I learn a lot of interesting things. I can Stumble for hours. I have a twitter account but that’s one thing I can’t seem to really get into. I’m kind of long winded and twitter has a limit.

Then I have my on-line writing groups. I read other people’s work so they will read mine. 

Can’t forget about, Facebook I go on to see what’s up with my family and friends, okay and to play the “ville’s” you know the farm, city and now castle. After a while I do get annoyed with them, and stop playing. Funny, when I stop playing, I end up with more free time. Hum, go figure, but I like playing those stupid games, and that’s what my life is about these days, doing me. I like doing jigsaw puzzles, haven’t done one in a while because I don’t have time, too busy doing other things I enjoy.

Last year around this time I started making Mother’s day cards, I did such a good job the 25 or so I made sold out quickly and started getting orders, it became demanding. I started making cards for birthdays, graduations and weddings just name it.  I like make the cards but I didn’t like the demand, nor did my hands because I developed bad carpel tunnel syndrome. I couldn’t make the cards fast enough. In that short period of time I made over a $1000.00. I could supplement my income well with the cards but the demand is too much for me. I rather write my novel and supplement my income that way.

My family is very small but growing with my grand children’s’ generation. We are all scattered across the country and a cousin in New Zealand, we don’t get together much and don’t really know each other.  So about 2 years ago I started a newsletter to try and get us close. I was doing the bulk of the work.  Everyone loved it and wants me to start it back up, my niece told me a week or so ago that she will help me. So this is another assignment for me to do.

I’m crocheting a blanket for a niece that’s going off to college in 2013. I’m read books on my nook at night and when I’m sitting in waiting rooms.

Thank goodness I can record my TV shows or look for them on-line or on-demand and watch them when I have a time. I only watch five prime time shows, but in March I’ll be adding one more and when Boardwalk Empire comes back I’ll be watching that.

My main interest is my novel. I’ve been working on it for the last four years, it almost has an ending. But I wasn’t working on it in a while. So in order for me to get to the ending I have to go over what I already wrote and when I do that I start editing. I’m currently editing chapter one, but I have a dear friend who has been waiting to read the ending helping me with editing. When I end this essay I’ll be working on that.  That is if Grey’s Anatomy didn’t start yet.

I guess I need to learn how to prioritize my free time so I can do all the things I enjoy. I didn’t rant or rave too much I guess writing soothed that beast that was causing me to have an anxiety attack about doing the things I enjoy doing. I really don’t have to please anyone but me.  But it’s my nature to try and please everyone, to make everyone happy. So many people see the glass half empty and even at my lowest I see that glass half full. So let me end this so I can work on my novel before Grey starts.

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Silently Heard Invisibly Seen: Poetry Today

Silently Heard Invisibly Seen: Poetry Today: Today is one of those days where life seems to be spinning out of control, so enjoy these 4 poems while I work on my next blog. I will t...

Poetry Today

Today is one of those days where life seems to be spinning out of control, so enjoy these 4 poems while I work on my next blog. I will tell you what I'm felling today. For those who know how I can get. I'm not depressed, remember I said I won't feel that way anymore, life is too short for that and I meant it.

QUANTUM

Sunrise buried in dusk,

Prior to the waking night.

Presently standing,

on the threshold of the past,

Facing the future.

No going back,

No staying here,

Forward one way.

A guest of virtual reality,

suspended in animation.

Feelings of numbness,

emotions suppressed.

Wondering which is me,

the lost or the free?

Spinning, spiraling, swirling,

nausea, vertigo, detached,

Stained in mystery,

is my aura.

Birth emerging,

life exploring.

……Death…..

No ignoring.

Psychotherapy babble,

metaphysical quandary,

are the reality of my insanity.

No escape from the prison of self-consciousness,

a life sentence of accepted regret.

From the darkness comes the light,

where the once blind learns to see.

  12/05/08

 FATE BE TOLD

Weeping sorrows,
full of illusions and dissatisfaction.
Stimulating anxiety,
a designer disorder,
yearning sedation,
requiring rehab.
Seeking amends
for a life
unfix-able.
Really too tired to care.
Hiding,
deep in the shadows.
Invisibly trying to be seen.
Now.
Was it fate
that gave me this day?
Or,
was it the life I lived
that became my fate?
Once I tried to steal joy,
sure that happiness would follow.
So said,
that time is gone.
Today,
fires of hell are trying to engulf me.
Blinding my eyes
With oozing tears of strength.
Eliminating the dark flames of hell,
to a path where heaven  shines,
and warms my cold heart.

 6/9/09


Shouting Voices

Infectious disease,
contagious virus,
communicable, transmittable,
epidemic,
Madness.
Indiscriminate, undirected,
flamboyant, ostentatious,
plausible, erratic,
a quandary of conflict,
War
Jostled from tranquil dreams,
caffeine free jittery,
erratic days,
daubed happiness,
Possibilities.
Sprinkle my daily bread with jubilation,
fill my heart with contentment,
destroy madness,
cease war,
embrace possibilities,
Aspirations.
Louder then shouting voices,
my scribbled ink screams.

03/28/09

Organic Love in the Shadow of Happiness

An invisible creature
Starving for attention
feeding on contentment
Serotonin intoxicated
dopamine sedated
High on concentration
Hangover with relaxation
A world of utopia
in a state of euphoria
A hoax for the gullible
usually undetectable
A mortal enigma
arriving without a calling card or signature
Drowning in rapture
just before the last departure
Surfing the waves of ecstasy
assassinating misery
Warmed in a heat of tranquility
copacetic is the mentality
Swindled into bliss
betrayed with a kiss
An auspicious blessing
not worth testing
Clarity shines bright
a fortune of delight
Is it madness?
No!
It’s organic.
The Quintessence of Love in the Shadow of Happiness.

 01/03/09

Silently Heard Invisibly Seen: A Love Story

Silently Heard Invisibly Seen: A Love Story: . LOVE SICK A vicious glutton, gnawing at the brain devouring common sense foreign to rational thoughts perspiring desi...

A Love Story

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LOVE SICK

A vicious glutton,

gnawing at the brain

devouring common sense

foreign to rational thoughts

perspiring desire

emotional fever

spinning dizziness

 confusion

heart skipping beats

rapidly pulsating

adrenaline fueled

epidemic in proportion

drug resistant

SICK, SICK, SICK

in love.

When I Make Love to You

When I make love to you,

I want you to be crying with pleasure,

shaking in a convulsion of satisfaction.

When I make love to you

I want your mind and body possessed,

with a desire only I can calm.

When I make love to you,

I want you suffering from ecstasy,

unable to hold back the juices of love.

When I make love to you,

I want you pleading for mercy,

that your body be spared for more.

When I make love to you,

I want you to feel the thunder roar,

each time I welcome you within.

When I make love to you,

I want you to know the thrilling pain,

that come from the burning walls of my love.

When I make love to you,

I want tears falling from your eyes,

as you fight the explosion of pleasure.

When I make love to you,

I want you to feel weak and empty,

each time you pull yourself from within.

When I make love to you,

I want you to know one satisfaction,

and that is when I make love to you.

The Audacity of Love

Love is a season,

With all reason,

Changeable and rearrange able.

Lost in a abyss of mystery,

cause war in history.

Predetermined illusions,

     create madness and confusion.

Chills warm the blood.

Tears cause a tsunami flood.

 Piercing pain, am I insane?

A Ferris wheel of emotion,

false devotion.

Unconditional until compromised,

the fallen meets their demise.

Adrenaline pumping desire,

     discovering the players a liar.

Love a glutton demon,

Leaving gifts of semen.

The heart skips a beat,

when the victim surrender in defeat.

Dig a moat around the tower,

dress in armor to fight the power.

Fall victim to the spirit,

a broken heart is what you’ll inherit.

Love’s sweet song

I keep singing along.

Tear out my soul,

With words that console.

Feed the fantasy,

With the audacity,

Of loves’ mastery.

Glass Lady

I can no longer compete,

      with your lady in the glass.

She's your greatest love,

      she means more to you,

                then I or your children.

She's your princess,  

      your shining star.

You'll stay up all night for her.

You'll spend every penny on her.

I'm jealous I can't compete.

I can't send blood rushing,

     through your veins,

             nor can I keep your heart pumping

                        at such a terrific pace.

No,

      I can't keep your attention,

              as long as you can hold her sweetness in your lungs.

I am only a woman,

    a sad, lonely woman,

        with no joy,

                no happiness in me.

 

I can offer you my tears of hurt.

To me you lie, to her you give everything.

Me you abuse,

       her you worship.

Your family you allow to struggle,

    to her pimp you give more than enough.

You tell me not to worry,

    everything's gonna’ be taken care of.

This I believe,

    because in time I'll be able to take care of me,

            then your mistress can give you

one

     final

         HEART ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!

 

Abuse

How do I love thee,

let me count ... the beat downs.

A back hand across the jaw,

so you don't have to think for yourself no more.

A kick in your gut,

will show you how to keep your mouth shut.

Dragging you by your hair,

will show you how much I care.

Hands around your neck,

will teach you some damn respect.

Ahh, baby don't whine,

I do these things to keep you in line.

You know my love for you is deep and true.

don't cry, you can hide that black eye.

Baby what cha' doing with that gun?

What cha' mean I'm done?

POP! POP! POP!

 Fire Of Love

 

A spark ignited a curious fire.

Steadily burning,

               chills tickle up my spine.

The heat got hot.

A raging blaze erupted,

furious flames

   choked my lungs,

           singed my heart,

                          blinded my eyes,

                                  disoriented my mind.

Sirens sounded,

       crippling waters,

                dying embers,

                        cooling ashes.

Polluted waters of hate

                extinguished the fires of love.

Classified

Handsome, single and sexy

Experience in the affairs of the heart.

Patience and thoughtfulness a must

Credentials must include

Honesty, compassion and understanding.

Perfection in the use of sweet words will be considered

Applicants now being accepted

Abusers, alcoholics and drug addicts

Need not apply

APPLICATIONS NOW BEING ACCEPTED