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True Colors

My 'personal action' is to continue to promote nondiscrimination: S.T.O.P. ® the bullying (Bullying is just another form of discrimination), S.T.O.P.® the discriminating, STOP and: S.ee T.he O.ther P.eople.

In my opinion, whether because of ones health, accent, lifestyle, color of skin… whether rejected or ridiculed or some other means of communal castration, no matter how small or large any difference or the bullying or any consequence thereof be; the complete eradication of prejudice will remain a centuries old vicarious plague spurred from societal statistical stigmatic stigma, hysterically injected into the ill-reputed frail failing intellect of the majority who damningly dare to declare what differentiates from the norm. For example; I recently read about a son spurned by his own flesh and blood, “a vicious parent shaming still its child”1. ‘*Revolted by his father’s injustice’, the son left home at an all to early age, set upon a journey to prove or find his roots. Regrettably; during his mission, he was essentially met with a series of harsh condemnations. Ultimately; the son becomes consumed with self-delusion and an insatiable appetite for revenge to be inflicted upon those who once dared to flaunt their popularity, while others refused to embrace his uniqueness cloaked in natural flaws.

Fortunately "2the pen is mightier than the sword", so he merely immerses himself into his literary work. At last the world is his stage and he could not have chosen a better place. For whom among us has not been psychologically moved or entertained by words upon a page. Or our attention drawn to a character in a play, opera, movie, or a mere sit-com? And so with pen and paper the son makes his plight known for others to read then mourn, scorn, ponder, or wonder. Except to him, his anguish was the worse of anyone. Nonetheless; in due course the son grew into his own isolated culture rejected existence. After some time; a Woman professed, “*Evidently God has made us for each another! I am like you…” Soon afterwards the son married her, asserting; “*Blessed be the sorrows I have borne… Heaven was keeping such unhoped consolation in reserve! Until today I feared myself doomed to eternal singleness and to tell you the truth it was a heavy burden to bear”. Though; had he truly loved her for herself and not out of a seemingly Narcissist reflection of himself; then when her true colors came beautifully shining through, he would not have (for shame or other matters) discarded her much as he had been cast off by the population. Yet he did flee from her side; “*to abandon the career of literature, to escape into the desert and if possible shun for ever after the sight of living creatures. To seek, indeed, like Alceste”. Oh but as fate or merely an ill-fated wind would have it; the son landed not far from where as a child he had begun his journey away from his parents home. I surmise that perhaps feeling like the odd man out, surrounded once again by the publicly accepted; here in this familiar place is where he may have learnt the greatest lesson of all, which is; nothing in life is ever as it seems.

Every part I read about the spurned son seemed a humanistic enough story plot, the emotional afflict of discrimination, a temporary successive solution, love, loss, lessons learnt… except this is a tale of the feather type. Written in 1842 by Alfred de Musset; whence combining a vast array of birds with a stylish flare, a story takes flight. Amid the author’s intertwined unraveling assemblage of vividly artistically painted printed words, emerges a subtle view about a struggle with the centuries old trials and tribulations of the societal injected statistical stigmatic stigma, known as prejudice. “^How glorious it is and also how painful to be an exception”.

And so begins:

*The Story of A White Blackbird by Alfred de Musset (Histoire d'un merle blanc)
^As translated by Christopher (translator) Morley


1. George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans), O May I Join the Choir Invisible!
2. Edward Bulwer-Lytton, Richelieu Act II Scene II

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Stop Bullying

Not In Our Town 'highlights communities working together to stop hate'.

A Writer's Womb

"The Vagina Monologues is an episodic play written by Eve Ensler which ran at the Off Broadway Westside Theatre after a limited run at HERE Arts Center in 1996…A recurring theme throughout the piece is the vagina as a tool of female empowerment, and the ultimate embodiment of individuality." Wikipedia 

The Play however; seemed to produce more argumentatively valid criticism than actual dialog. That as it may; the fact remains many women today continue to be uncomfortable talking about or using the word vagina. Therefore in consideration of such taboo, I'd like to note that my post is not intended in any derogatory or vulgar manner, merely a depicted creative analogy.

I begin most notably with the mental vaginas' spontaneous abortion, a miscarriage, an injustice to the artistic world; mournful that in my pursuit of writing, some of my best thoughts have passed away; gone but not forgotten.

Emily Dickinson (1830–86)  Complete Poems 1924

Part One: Life XLVI

A Thought went up my mind today -


That I have had before -
But did not finish – some way back -
I could not fix the Year -

Nor where it went – nor why it came


The second time to me -
Nor definitely, what it was -
Have I the Art to say -

But somewhere – in my Soul – I know -


I’ve met the Thing before -
It just reminded me – ’twas all -
And came my way no more -





Perhaps in an attempt to recapture those lost words or to release the minds' many artistic contemplations, some authors stimulate their intellectual seemingly temporary impotent imagination, by becoming aroused via mental masturbation. Thumbing through a dictionary or thesaurus, indulging in scripted alluring narrative printed words spawned by other writers, lyricists… Such modus operandi has facilitated many a poem for me. 

In fact; some where between the lines of awe inspiring inspiration, my imagination has spewed forth to artificial inseminate my mind. Now inside my mental womb there continues to grow numerous chapters to various books I'm writing. Unfortunately; my mental vagina refuses to give birth, merely false labor pains at times. Maybe that is why there are Ghost Writers, surrogate wordsmiths who can carry the actual words of an author to full term and give birth to a brand spanking new book.

"I do not think there is any thrill that can go through the human heart like that felt by the inventor as he sees some creation of the brain unfolding to success. ..." (Nikola Tesla, 1856 - 1943)

Sadly I may never know such a thrill for I can feel my creative intellectual biological clock ticking; with one hand on my pen and one foot in the grave, it's a race against time to see which wins. How dejecting that time nor death stops for no one; not us authors nor artists or lyricists, composers, or any creative endeavorers


"Time and Death their Thoughts impart On Works of Learning and of Art" 


from the English Dance of Death Pub. 1 April, 1814 by Rudolph Ackermann


May your mental vagina give birth before the clock stops tick talking ~ndpthepoetress

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9/11 Commemoration

As our hearts are tearfully filled with memories of those who lost their lives September 11, 2001, let us also never forget the bravery and compassion shown that day; and may we continue to forever embrace and extend kind words and actions to those left behind and still mourning, those injured and still suffering. Let us Thank all Military Personnel as we also remember and honor those who have lots their lives or have been injured in the process of defending our Country. And may we as a Nation United rise above this tragedy to not judge nor hate the majority, because of the actions of a few.


"Will hate bring it all back? Will it bring back the innocence? The sense of security? Will it bring back the husbands and wives and sons and daughters? Will hate make us better than those who hate us? Or merely bring us closer to them. Will hate help us destroy our enemies? Or will it laugh as we destroy ourselves. There are those who say we don’t know who our enemy is. But we do. Our enemy is a neighborhood Mosque defaced by vandals. An Arab-American storekeeper in fear of reprisal. A scared Muslim child bullied because she is different. Hate is our enemy, and when we start to hate other Americans, we have lost everything. Hate has taken enough from us already. Don’t let it take you."

Ferguson Tribute Elvis Presley

In The Ghetto (Dirk Parker) - Ferguson Tribute - Elvis Presley (LIVE)

We are losing our young brothers and sisters too often. We all have the opportunity and responsibility to lift each other up in hard times and through hard circumstances to live long, meaningful lives. 


Regardless of the circumstances in Ferguson, or the circumstances this song describes, we can help each other and lift each other up.




#LetYourLightShine #kindness #LIFTEACHOTHERUP #Ferguson #Elvis #ElvisPresley


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Ferguson Tribute - Elvis Presley ~ Parker Brothers Videos

Ferguson Lift Each Other Up|Dirk Parker and Bennie Parker|Parker Brothers Music

In The Ghetto (Dirk Parker) - Ferguson Tribute - Elvis Presley (LIVE)

Labor Day


Foremost to our Military, all those deployed... Thank You. To all in the work force, those actually in labor :), to the many unemployed waiting to labor; during this holiday of sales – picnics - BBQs - and gathering abouts:

Let's remember all those throughout history who have made this Holiday possible!



Dropkick Murphys Workers Song Lyrics


Yeh, this one's for the workers who toil night and day

By hand and by brain to earn your pay
Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread
Have bled for your countries and counted your dead

In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines
We've often been told to keep up with the times
For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
And with sliderule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed

CHORUS:

We're the first ones to starve (start with) the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
And we're always the last when (they gravyish it out) the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about

And when the sky darkens and the prospect is war
Who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore
And expected to die for the land of our birth
Though we've never owned one lousy handful of earth?

CHORUS (x3)

All of these things the worker has done
From tilling the fields to carrying the gun
We've been yoked to the plough since time first began
And always expected to carry the can

ReChoired: Letters From War

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July 4th To Our Military

Amidst the fireworks, hamburgers, hotdogs, Family, Friends, picnics, outings, the greatest is our Military.


For those in the Military are the ones whom continue to keep America the "land of the free" and they are proof that America truly is "the home of the brave"

Thank You Troops!:


(The Sign of Thanks)
 
Happy Fourth of July! 






July 4th is our 1st and oldest military holiday.

The Meaning of July Fourth for the African Americans by Frederick Douglass (A speech given at Rochester, New York, July 5, 1852)


Independence Day on the Net - Did You Know: 4th of July