Tuesday, May 27, 2014

A Two Generation Army



      
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“A Two Generation Army” – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA –
Brandon, age 13, teaching Bryson, age 3, how to plant Petunias…
A generation teaching a younger generation…
A personal investment realized…
Although Brandon knew how to garden before I moved into the neighborhood…
I like to think that I am responsible for the refinement of this skill…

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I envision a reconfiguration of the military sector…
I envision a world that is one…
I envision a society that values the garden spade over machine guns…
A military should be a peace making tool…

We could feed the hungry…
School the homeless and the poor…
Every corner could house a garden…
Every building a store…

If we gave hugs like we drop bombs it would rattle the world to its core…
Our children are our future…
And I am gathering mine…
An army that waves the white flag instead of fighting the front line…

The white flag of surrender…
No…
The white flag of peace…
The kinda flag that when you wave says let’s get together and feast…

We can drink the finest wine…
Eat the freshest greens…
Anything is possible when you combine your dreams…
Anything is possible when you reach…


The best plants in my garden are the children I teach…


plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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http://chriscondello.wordpress.com/2014/05/27/a-two-generation-army/

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Chris Condello
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Saturday, May 24, 2014

Dreams of Paradise in Orange

      
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“Perfect Fleabane” – Hamnett Way – Wilkinsburg, PA – Beauty in the ordinary… Hope in the gutter…

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Orange glow from the buzzing street lights…
Shining through the blinds of my broken windows…
Cool air sending me off to honeysuckle dreams…
Cool air coupled with the full moons beams...

My body is in paradise… But my mind resents…
Among the sleepy trees and urban spring scents…
Surrounded by the energy of those who no longer…
The ability to perceive will only make us stronger…

The pain in your mind is probably a product of me…
Close all the windows… Light a candle and see…
I am still standing… I am a ghosts from your past…
I am a green thumbed vagabond and I expect to last…

Despite your best attempts to silence all my voices…
Talking trash and stacking shit to take away my choices…
I still have a voice… I still have a mind… I still have you…
I still have what most people consider a deeply flawed view…

Reality is relative… Reality is individuality…
Reality is a fucked up place you’d have to cut out of me…
When my mind is idle I dream of the most messed up scenes…
Heroin memories in the gutter dissolve into lucid dreams…

All encompassing reflections of pure misery and pain…
When I’m down I swear needles fall from the sky like rain…
Needles always land with their point to the ground…
Every day I try to scream but can’t muster a sound…

I feel so lost… I feel alone… I feel destroyed… I am beat…
If I had a white flag I would wave it in defeat…
Memories flash through my head like brilliant bursts of light…
Realize I’ve lost my mind but at least I have my sight…

Take me to a greener land of Goldenrod and Ironweed…
Take me to your gardens grand and show me to your seeds…
Show me all the secret places that you find so grand…
A warm embrace is the only way to settle shaking hands…

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plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Friday, May 16, 2014

Shelter from the Storm

      
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“Sunset through the Alder” – Keystone State Park – Westmoreland County, PA

Chris Condello

Seeking shelter from the relentless rain…
Hiding my soul to alleviate the pain…
Salvation lies in the pure forest green…
Seeking silence… Seek the serene…

In the near distance… Audible from afar…
The sound of gravel under a creeping car…
Distant highways relentless thunder…
The sky is dark and turning under…

Gray clouds crumble… Light shows through…
Jet liners rumble obscured from view…
Train whistles blowing across the land…
My light is shining and always grand…

My flame is but a candle to the sun…
You and I together will burn as one…
Our minds combined can move the moon…
We sing off-key but we think in tune…

Clouds are about to clear the horizon…
Blue sky fades to the orange sun rising…
Morning is just a few moments away…
Together as one we take on this day…

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plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Floating Sea of Green – Anonymous Mountains

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Another wonderful post from Pittsburgh, Chris Condello.
       
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“Floating Sea Of Green” – Keystone State Park – Westmoreland County, PA – Trillium as far as the eye can see… Right here… On the side of this mountain… I am but a small part of this picture… Yet… When I am among the Trillium… I feel like a king… Exploring natures beauty…


Sitting on the side of an anonymous mountain…
Among jack-in-the-pulpit and white trillium fountains…
Spring beauty blossoms through last years leaves…
A garden is growing among the woodland trees…

A garden is bigger than the size of your yard…
Gods creation is more than just broccoli and chard…
Heaven is a garden… And here on Earth it’s blue…
A bee that visits my garden brings sweet gifts to you…

Among the trees I realize I am a part of this land…
It is my job to defend the places that I find so grand…
If it came to it I think I would be willing to kill…
Stand on top of my Trillium and I’ll do it for the thrill…


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“Mountainside Morel” – Keystone State Park – Westmoreland County, PA – Among the treasures to be found in Keystone State Park… A single Morel Mushroom growing among the Club Moss… Trail side… Hidden by the leaves…


So while I slowly tiptoe across this sea of green…
Knee deep through Mayapples I guide my queen…
Carefully we navigate these Appalachian thickets…
Among the mason bees and the mountainside crickets…

I let go of my baggage and release my inner fears…
A garden is a state of mind and my mind is right here…
A garden has no borders… There are no class walls…
A plant doesn’t see us unless we get down and crawl…

Big degrees… Pedigrees… Even the smart and dumb…
A plant doesn’t give a damn about your annual income…
I garden… Because it requires nothing but the desire to learn…
I sow seeds because I realize it will soon be my turn…

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plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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http://chriscondello.wordpress.com/2014/05/06/floating-sea-of-green-anonymous-mountains/
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