Summer Fun is Done

Long lazy days

Some sunny

Some laced with warm raindrops

Kissing the earth.

Some woven with sounds of explosive thunder

Interspersed with the sharp lines of lightning

Cutting through space.

Hot days             

Swimming…splashing

Sliding…diving in the pool.

Summer fun

Transforms family…friends

And a sense of camaraderie

Into unforgettable memories.

The smell of charcoal  
Barbecue ribs on the grill
Along with chicken...hot dogs...
Hamburgers...

Fish frying...

Drifts into the atmosphere

Tantalizing

Teasing the palates

Of patient people gathered together...

Chatting

Socializing

Drinking

Eating

Dancing the night away to the cha-cha slide

Wobbling through time

Twirling to sounds of the meringue…

Stepping high to reggae rhythms.

Syncopated notes glide through the cosmos

Singing of summer fun.

Trains…planes…cars to paradise

Beckon souls seeking vacation recreation.

Glittering lights

Sparkling green...red...blue

Yellow…mellow…

Welcome visitors to palaces of pleasure.

Spinning rides

Arcades for days

Fireworks stunning in the sky

Proclaim euphoria.

Music rocks generating energy

Electrifying the stadium

Defying dimension as graceful creatures

Twist and turn in the night driving 
Patrons wild in their delight with summer fun

Beaches

White sands

Turquoise blue oceans

Extend as far as the eye can see

Signaling a sense of the infinite…

Magnifying wisdom

Inspiring hearts to new heights

Of thankfulness…and then

The first Monday in September

A holiday dedicated to workers
A holiday dedicated to labor
A holiday dedicated to a collective work ethic

Heralds the unofficial close of another summer season.

Summer fun is done!

Aftermath

A rainy day overcast and gray
an aftermath to sheer tropical destruction 
                                                                                  

rain drops dripping into puddles forming mini whirlpools                                                    

announce 1000’s dead                                                                                                           
many homeless                                                                                    

flood waters encompass the lands 
                                                                                                                                               
trees statuesque in their splendor                               

leaves on branches delicate and slender 
sway to the rhythm of the wind                                                                                            
bowing to the universe in awe of raw power.

Hey America “Put some Respect on God’s Name!”

America has been known as a Christian nation yet from its inception the name of Jesus has been used blasphemously starting with the justification of slavery; the justification of stealing land from Native Americans; the justification of relegating all minorities to a sub human category; burning crosses of hatred…goodness and mercy strangled…hanging from trees swinging in the breeze…the disrespecting of earth in search of the almighty dollar…pollution prevails.

Hey America “Put some respect on God’s name!”

Three percent of the population controls the wealth in this great nation…it’s all about the money… the bling-bling…capital gain…no shame in the game; prisons for profit making money off of human misery; high cost of medicine...high cost of health care making money off of people’s infirmities; high cost of housing making money at the expense of families in homeless shelters living a helter-skelter existence.

Hey America “Put some respect on God’s name!”

Racial slurs flying through the air. Build a wall keep the southern neighbors out and without a doubt limit the number of Muslims coming to this country and you will see no more terrorists. Bear arms and sound the alarm…assault weapons are here to stay. Let’s  take America back…back to the day of reckoning and racist rhetoric.  Turn back the clock and stop Obamacare! No profit in universal healthcare… so there!  Don’t spend the money…don’t spend the money…don’t spend the money.

Hey America “Put some respect on God’s name!”

God's Word says feed the hungry…set the oppressed free…help the homeless; reach out to the hopeless...visit the sick… comfort the afflicted…go to the prisons…show compassion…love ye one another like sisters and brothers. God so loved us that He sent his son Jesus to live the perfect life.  The Christian walk is not about talk or hypocrisy.  Let empathy rule…love in deeds…sewing good seeds.  Live in truth…let God’s word take root.

Hey America “Put some respect on God’s name!”

Jesus the epitome of spiritual love…sent by God the Father above…set the standard high for you and I. Love God…love your neighbor like you love yourself. Come to know divine wealth. Love your enemies. Turn the other cheek...seek God...pray for those who misuse and abuse you.  Jesus sacrificed his life for us…to open our eyes that we might obtain the prize of his Holy Spirit…to abide in us both here on earth and throughout eternity in a city not made with hands.

Hey America “put some respect on God’s name!”

Black Boy Mothers' Blues 2

Will the Real America Please Stand!

Spinning to the beginning…Dreams of wealth, power, and religious freedom disembarked onto luscious green shores in the new world with space galore.  Exploration in search of riches travelled to the promise land flying flags of capital gain.

And the seed of greed planted in wild beds of racism sprouted weeds of hatred. Slavery announced its supremacy picking profits in the cotton fields. Trails of blood and tears crisscrossed the fertile terrain…overpowering the humane.

Will the real America please stand!

Insatiability reigned reaching into the new millennium its tentacles of gluttony strangling empathy…disrespecting Lady Liberty’s call “give me your poor”…Nay for ”I will build a great wall and keep the Mexicans out”…yet the Statue of Liberty beckons for all to enter the golden door.

The Ku Klux Klan…American terrorists…leaving an infamous trail of black bodies hanging from trees…burning crosses…committing religious blasphemy doing dastardly deeds in the name of Christianity…allows indifference to state “not sure of what they do but I will get back to you.”

Will the real America please stand!

Driven tyranny espousing repression ignites xenophobic mentalities clothed in a bizarre reality.  Despotic rhetoric slaps freedom of religion into a den of intolerance and ignorance…ranting and raving calling for a “total and complete shutdown of Muslims entering this country.”…

Truth screams twice as many terrorist attacks in the States are perpetrated by right winged extremist embroiled in hate. Is it too late to rectify the lies? Is it too late for unsubstantiated fabrications to cease in the name of peace? Is it too late for the Ku Klux Klan to be repudiated for its long reign of terror?

Will the real America please stand!

The Watcher of Weight

The food demon embedded deep in gray matter, waiting to launch across the synapse, jumps on the back of neurons, bombarding determination setting desire on fire… uncontrollable!  Flashing past reason, committing treason, sabotaging moderation…the food demon bent on destruction destroys resolve. Where is the watcher of weight?  Where is the keeper of the gate? 

     

Eat…eat…eat…Taste buds activated and on alert ready to savor each tantalizing bite.  The palate waits in pleasure. Food slides down the esophagus, fills the emotional void soothing nerve endings. The demon demands more declaring war from the shore of the hypothalamus!  An onslaught…a gush of craving…a surge…Where is the watcher of weight? Where is the keeper of the gate?

Feed me …feed me... feed me. Visions of food screened by the underside of eye lids fly past. Hedonistic in desire to bind self-restraint…In the blink of a wink the hand seizes forbidden fruit orchestrating mindless gorging. The food demon sings no to self- control…laughing…taunting the mind reeling with the reality of no sense of satiety. Where is the watcher of weight? Where is the keeper of the gate?

The keeper of the gate  slowly awakes…unlocking the resistance to transformation…breaking the chains of shame…penetrating the shades of Hades freeing the watcher of weight from the dungeon of despair…then ascends the hill of guilt ready to face confrontation with a determination to vanquish the arch fiend of the food demons.

The watcher of weight sounds the call for all neuropeptides to slide with tenacity and resolution over the lobes to probe for weakness, to root out gluttony, to alleviate uncertainty, to crush self indulgence, to assuage the fear of failure, to put stress to rest... to transmit victory to the insular…the connector of body and soul.

The watcher of weight  and the keeper of the gate…inherent strength renewed… fortify temperance… bolsters confidence…then with assurance regain self control  binding the food demon forevermore and go forth to light the torch of conquest and embrace the sensation of success…success…and more success!

Here are a few definitions of some of the words used:

synapse- a junction between two nerve cells, consisting of a minute gap across which impulses pass by diffusion of a neurotransmitter.

neuron- a specialized cell transmitting nerve impulses; a nerve cell.

Hypothalamus - a region of the forebrain below the thalamus controlling body temperature, thirst, hunger, and other homeostatic systems, and involved in sleep and emotional activity.

satiety  - the feeling or state of being full after eating

neuropeptide- any of a group of compounds that act as neurotransmitters and are short-chain polypeptides.

Jesus Looking Out

In Celebration of Black History

 

 

 

 

 

 

       
        (Song)
Jesus Looking Out
Jesus looking out
Oh Jesus looking out for me O’ yeah
Jesus looking out for me

       (poem)
God’s people

Snatched from the motherland
By the hand of evil
Herded like animals into slave ships
Stripped of their identity
By racism hatred and greed
All motivating factors in slavery
Yet hope enter twined with the rhythm of the drums
Sent messages of love
From Jesus above

God’s people
Families desecrated then separated
Sold into degradation
Relentlessly toiled on plantations
Beaten murdered raped chained
Greed and lust the white man’s shame
Treating fellow human beings so inhumane
Yet hope enter twined with the rhythm of the drums
Sent messages of love
From Jesus above

God’s people

Over 400 years of genocide
Men women and children died
Jim Crow the Ku Klux Clan
Black bodies strung up across the land
The philosophy of non-violence took wing
From the teachings of Jesus, to Gandhi, to Dr. King
The bells for freedom did toll and ring
And hope enter twined with the rhythm of the drums
Sent messages of love
From Jesus above

God’s people
Fast forward to today’s reality
Bullets kill life’s expectancy
Goals and dreams vanish in thin air
Hearts without hope don’t seem to care
Incarceration is the new plantation
Bloodshed and violence all over
From police brutality to killing each other
Yet hope enter twined with the rhythm of the drums
Send messages of love
From Jesus above

God’s people

God loves us
In spite of all the chaos
In spite of rage… in spite of anger
In spite of stress… in spite of man’s mess
In spite of the many lives shattered
God loves us so…Black lives still matter
God loves us so…Black lives still matter
And  hope enter twined with the rhythm of the drums
Send messages of love
From Jesus above

         (song)
Jesus Looking Out
Jesus looking out
Oh Jesus looking out for me O’ yeah
Jesus looking out for me