Land of the Fee – Home of the Grave

DECEMBER 10, 2013

“Next to Go” – Dumpster Joes house… Slated for demolition… A monument to blight…

Today’s news is shipped to our chairs…
Relevance based on Justin Bieber shares…
World wars based on the tone of a meme…
Bit coins used to fund a government regime…

Terrorists in a cave watching Miley Cyrus…
If not for the taxes our government would fire us…
The cops will always be just bully’s with guns…
Shooting at anyone that gets scared and runs…

Defend the law till the law comes looking for you…
Say the wrong words and charges stick like glue…
A fair and just trial is just what they’ll call it…
Innocence aside it’s the depth of your wallet…

Twitter and Facebook will be used like tools…
Military’s will use them to recruit the fools…
Cops will use them to eradicate crime…
The government will use them to reverse time…

About the only right I can really kinda see…
The right to claim that we are supposed to be free…
We claim the civilians could rise up and fight…
Yet they still suppress us with recessions and blight…

They cut human benefits and then take a raise…
Live in a mansion while the poor people praise…
Each and every one of us are just federal toys…
Our minds are washed while we are just girls and boys…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

Reclaiming the Holidays

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 November 19, 2013

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Every year as the holidays approach I am saddened 

by the number of people who seem to have become slaves 

to their holiday traditions. 

Over indulging in food and drink, over spending, 

working to the point of exhaustion and extreme stress 

are too often simply accepted as the way things are. 

Most of us don’t even enjoy all the holiday hoopla 

but we feel pressure to participate. 

If you are dreading the holidays this year I have good news. 

It doesn’t have to be this way.

You can choose the way you will celebrate, the activities you will 

participate in and of course you always have the power 

to choose your attitude.   

So get ready to make this the best holiday season ever by staying 

true to your own beliefs and values.

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Individual

A poem

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The day of the individual has come and gone…
Now were programmed to be corporate pawns…
We will work until were blind dumb or dead…
Fighting for crumbs while the big wigs break bread…

There will always be someone just a little bit cheaper…
Computers replace man like the fucking grim reaper… 
A corporate soldier that’s been assigned a code…
So the company can determine your financial load…

This is not a world where I could coexist…
I’m too much of a shit that just wants to resist…
I ask too many questions and look for blame…
At minimum wage we are one and the same…

 Resistance is futile and our futures are bleak…
 The only hope is the independence we seek…
 Depending on nature is depending on your self… 
Not paying the standard rate for food off the shelf…

 Stand up for your most basic of human rights…
 Food in the cupboard and children’s night lights…
 Anything extra is for the corporate class…
 Lack of food is one way they own your ass…

 Pay a living wage to make sure we get to work… 
Eat with your hands because a fork is a perk…
 Subsistence pay is a form of human slavery…
 But in the corporate world it’s a sign of bravery…

 College degrees in hand like the soldier boy…
 Sent out across the land like the generals toy…
 Don’t be another fool or a disposable tool…
 Our lives depend on principles that each of us rule…

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 plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello .

http://chriscondello.wordpress.com .

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MARTHA COTHREN

 Back in September, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren, a social studies school teacher

 at Bobcaygeon (north of Peterborough, Ontario) public school, did something not to be forgotten.

 On the first day of school, with the permission of the school superintendent, the principal

and the building supervisor, she removed all of the desks out of her classroom.

 When the first period kids entered the room they discovered that there were no desks.

 ‘Ms.. Cothren, where’re our desks?’

 She replied, ‘You can’t have a desk until you tell me how you earn the right to sit at a desk.

’ They thought, ‘Well, maybe it’s our grades.’ No,’ she said. ‘Maybe it’s our behavior.’

 She told them, ‘No, it’s not even your behavior.’ And so, they came and went, the first period,

second period, third period. Still no desks in the classroom. By early afternoon television news

crews had started gathering in Ms.Cothren’s classroom to report about this crazy teacher who

had taken all the desks out of her room.

 The final period of the day came and as the puzzled  students found seats on the floor of the

deskless classroom, Martha Cothren said, ‘Throughout the day no one has been able to tell me

just what he/she has done to earn the right to sit at the desks that are ordinarily found in this

classroom.

Now I am going to tell you.’

 At this point, Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom and opened it.

Twenty-seven (27) War Veterans, all in uniforms, walked into that classroom, each one carrying

a school desk. The Vets began placing the school desks in rows, and then they would walk over

and stand alongside the wall. By the time the last soldier had set the final desk in place those kids

started to understand, perhaps for the first time in their lives, just how the right to sit at those desks

 had been earned.

 Martha said, ‘You didn't earn the right to sit at these desks. These heroes did it for you.

They placed the desks here for you. Now, it’s up to you to sit in them.

It is your responsibility to learn,  to be good students, to be good citizens.

 They paid the price so that you could have the freedom to get an education.

 Don’t ever forget it.’

 By the way, this is a true story.

 Please consider passing this along so others won’t forget that the freedoms we have in this great

country were earned by War Veterans.
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 LEST WE FORGET – WEAR A POPPY TO SHOW YOUR RESPECT ON REMEMBRANCE (VETERANS) DAY. ON THE LEFT SIDE OF YOUR SHIRT ABOVE YOUR HEART- NEVER ON YOUR HAT OR ANYWHERE ELSE .
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 .http://angiesgrapevine.wordpress.com/2013/11/10/martha-cothren/

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Slaying Dragons – Felon Dreaming

Eyes on the ceiling…
Back to the ground…
Rain drops drop in a rhythmic sound…
Thinking about how my life would be…
Living without heroin and a felony…

My arms show the scars of a million pricks…
Result of a mountain of heroin bricks…
Experience that only earned me a fight…
Desire to live lies in my will to write…

Writing is my last shot at redemption…
Art and photography my only salvation…
The few worlds where pain gets you paid…
One of the trades I bring in spades…

 No options but to carve my own path…
Stand up and give the haters my wrath…
Take away my voice but can’t take my pen…
Thanks to God I still have a friend…

 My only option is to continue writing…
Accept reality and continue fighting…
I will never be a part of the white-collar crowd…
Searching for a way to make someone proud…

 Looking for a reason… A will to live…
A continuing reason to charitably give…
 Locked out of opportunity… Left alone…
Societal failure… I’m on my own…

 Can’t look down I gotta keep looking up…
When my glass is half empty I’ll hit you with my cup…
The world always seems to be pushing me down…
The jokes on you… My best work is on the ground…


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 plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Another poem from the pen of chris condello,

writer and gorilla gardener from pittsburgh, pennsylvania...

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pavement and stones…

 

From the Wilkinsburg section 

of beautiful downtown Pittsburgh, PA.

 chris condello

 Blogger, poet,  but mostly a gardener

 looking to brighten the landscape

of our old urban areas. . .

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 Walking streets of pavement and stones… 

 Potholes reveal that bricks are the bones… 

 Remnants of past that’s lost not forgotten… 

 History records the good and the rotten… 

 Someday the truth will result in a frown… 

 Build them all up then tear them back down… 

 Cover the memories under soil and ground… 

 Sow the bare land without making a sound… 

 Memories of the past make the garden grow… 

 Beneath the seeds that you and I sow… 

 Soon they will grow into peace and love… 

 Stretching toward heaven in the sky above…

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 plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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http://chriscondello.wordpress.com/2013/10/29/first-frost-pavement-and-stones/

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 Happiness is helping someone help themselves...

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Dust if you must....

Life is short. Enjoy it! Dust if you must,

but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture

or write a letter, bake a cake or plant a seed,

ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,

with rivers to swim and mountains to climb,

music to hear and books to read,!

friends to cherish and a life to lead.

 Dust if you must, but the world’s out there

with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,

a flutter of snow, a shower of rain.

This day will not come around again.

 Dust if you must, but bear in mind,

old age will come, and it’s not kind.

And when you go – and go you must –

you, yourself will make more dust!

Author Unknown

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Excuse the appearance; why I switched from Blogger to Wordpress.
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Suspended

A lesson for all of us!

Mar27

”We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:
‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave.

I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”
My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”

Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers – three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks
‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’

It’s simple – people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it.”

P.S: This is not mine, I just found it on Tumblr!

Source: I don’t really know what Tumblr user posted this , but I think it’s him/her:http://wenchymcwench.tumblr.com

Started this at the beginning of April,

Guess I just call it an early start on next year.

(Haiku)

Why April fools day ???

 Most fools can be duped daily,

 Don't be a fool, love.


 ( Elfje)

 April
 Fools Day
 Just once yearly ???
 Don't be a fool,
 Love.


 (Poem)

 What a challenge,

 to be a poet daily

 for the entire month of April,

 knowing that in my sixty-nine years

 I have never rhymed ever.


Today, I begin,

 should I be silly,

 should I be serious,

 maybe I'll just be me

 and wish to rhyme victoriously.


i could borrow from e.e.,

 possibly Longfellow or Poe,

 but form and function I do not know

 maybe I'll just fake it

 in hopes that I can make it.

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 Love,hugs and prayers...ME and the Boss

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Chain Prayer

  

The object of the prayer
chain is to like and re-blog
a continual Prayer.
We have started a fire now lets cause it to spread!
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Heavenly Father We come to you in a chain prayer.
Our hope is that this prayer will be a constant act of worship and power
from earth to heaven and back to earth.
Father we pray for the lost. Those who are clouded by this world and the things of it.
We pray you will turn their eyes towards heaven and You.
We pray for a revival in Your name.
Cause Your fire of love and truth to burn in our hearts.
Cause us to rise up as children of God that provoke Your spirit to move again as in Acts.
We pray we would play a part In the Blind seeing, The deaf hearing and the lame to leap.
We pray for the power to break strong holds, addictions, anger, adultery, murder, fear,
and anything else that hinders us from becoming all you desire.
I pray for a pouring out of your spirit, an anointing of your spirit on all who read
and respond to the chain.
People across the nations joining hands by this miracle of the Internet and joining hearts
to honor and glorify your name.
Father protect us and our children from sickness.
Give us gifts of the spirit to bless in your name.
Give us an ever increasing faith and the ability to carry our cross.

 Father we praise you. .

 I thank everyone who joins in this prayer .

 Amen.

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The Ancient Masters

 The ancient masters slept without dreams and woke up without worries. 

 Their food was plain. Their breath came from deep inside them. 

 They didn’t cling to life, weren’t anxious about death. 

 They emerged without desire and reentered without resistance. 

 They came easily; they went easily. 

 They didn’t forget where they were from; they didn’t ask where they were going. 

 They took everything as it came, gladly, and walked into death without fear. 

 They accepted life as a gift, 

and they handed it back gratefully.

 ~ Chuang-Tzu

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Pandora’s Box

Pandora’s Box …a poem

January 27, 2013 — Sex, Spirit, Soul Mates and Chocolate....Ivonne's Journey

Slowly, cautiously,

I moved towards the box…..

I touched it with fear…..

I touched it with loathing…..

It held my scars

It held my hurts

I did not even know

that it was there…

It took so long to find

buried deep within

my mind….

My hand shook

my hand  trembled

as it reached for the lid…..

about to release what had been hid

I closed my eyes

for fear of what I would find

but I had to find my way out

of the dark abyss …….

or I would lose my mind…….

and as I opened her up

the light pierced my soul

and every hurt,

and every pain,

and every loss,

ripped through my body

yet again……

until all that was left

was my heart and soul…..

made anew

bathed in the light of peace.

~♥ ivonne p montijo ♥~© 2013

To Let Go

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 To let go does not mean to stop caring,

 it means I can’t do it for someone else.

 To let go is not to cut myself off,

 it’s the realization that I can’t control another.

 To let go is not to enable, but to allow

learning from natural consequences.

 To let go is to admit powerlessness,

 which means the outcome is not in my hands.

 To let go is not to try to change or blame another,

 it’s to make the most of myself.

 To let go is not to care for, but to care about.

 To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.

 To let go is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.

 To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,

 but to allow others to affect their own destinies.

 To let go is not to be protective, it’s to permit another to face reality.

 To let go is not to criticize, or regulate anyone,

 but to try to become what I dream I can do.

 To let go is to fear less, and to love more.

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 Author - Louise Hay

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Parable of the Rose

A certain man planted

a rose and watered it

faithfully and before it

blossomed, he examined it.

He saw the bud that

would soon blossom,

but noticed thorns upon

the stem and he thought,

“How can any beautiful flower come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns?”

 Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and before it was ready to bloom,

it died.

 So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a rose. The God like qualities planted

in us at birth growing amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves and see

only the thorns, the defects. We despair, thinking that nothing good can possibly come from us.

We neglect to water the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential.

 Some people do not see the rose within themselves; someone else must show it to them.

One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns and find

the rose within others. This is the characteristic of love–to look at a person and know their true

faults. Accepting that person into your life, while recognizing the nobility in their soul.

Help them to realize that they can overcome their faults. If we show them the rose, they will

conquer their thorns. Only then will they blossom many times over.

 As I always say some people grumble that roses have thorns

I am thankful that thorns have roses..

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Coincidence...I think not...just another God incident..
I wrote a blog entitled "Virtue" the other day and a friend responded by
noting that we lose our virtues at birth. I disagreed, virtues are always in
the bud, if we tend to our garden the beauty will always shine forth,
regardless of the number of thorns that our stems may carry.
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Today, let your virtues come to bloom.
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