Monday, May 21, 2018

The Dreaded Rant: Cancer of Violence

I am furious about gun violence…disgusted and disturbed
But what is this action
That you cry for
Who’s going to lift a hand?
Is it the government that will take the lead if you let it
There are institutions rotting from a pendulum that swung too far
There are ostracized children, those that didn’t fit
Now they walk among us
In a sanctimonious landscape
Watch the facebook posts
The jeers, the stabs, the violence,
While we shout out against the same
Against hatred, against biggots and bullies
Pointing the fingers of blame
But everything’s fine
As long as TMZ chooses the right one
To demean and discard
As long as the news picks on the hateful right
Or those that don’t believe the same
Give hatred and anger a better name
Call it satire
Something the masses can swallow
Than preach to us about kindness and compassion
Empty and hollow
Is it the city leaders that will enact laws
That will keep us from hating each other
While the press creates enemies out of each other
And the government separates us by race
And class
Keep us separate, keep us all divided
Hate the left, the snowflake
Discard the despicable right
Let them stand and throw platitudes about guns
And violence, race and religion
While they stir the pot
And the news carries this hateful voice
Now march to Washington with a cause
They will use your sad faces
And broken lives
They will prop you up like cardboard cutouts
If your message is right
And they will beg for your vote
Insist they’ll fix this
Insist it’s in their hands
While the marginalized
Falls off the page
Young children unfit,
Unable to fathom rage
And the blood is pooling on this social experiment
Where every child gets a reward
And bullies are met with a pitiful dance
And we are taught love
In a hateful landscape
We are taught acceptance
In a society of discord
We are all pawns looking to the Queen
They send knights and bishops
To keep the field level
Keep their dirty fingers clean
We are losing this game
We are useful idiots
Expendable pawns
Showing up with flowers and memorials
On strangers’ lawns
And no one speaks in Starbucks
Everyone has a screen
A cat video
An email, a phone call
No one speaks
Except for chats on line
With strangers 
Where so many are violent
And cruel
Send these children with love
And weakness
To a nasty, violent, unsocial school
Where most will find their way
Down the funnel
Where many will turn to drugs
Or alcohol
Or suicide
In this violent, angry landscape
We teach love, but they’ve learned hate
Our words are not our actions
We are fake
While they march to Washington
Looking for the leaders to help us change
While the broken pawns in this failed experiment
Remain
Outside the glass from where we watch them
In this hateful landscape
Where we shout love and hope
And governments take what’s not their own
And call it humanity
There’s a missing artifact
Something they discarded from our schools
But the government is always welcome
Keep God in some foreign state
Where he resides
And let’s teach love from a secular
Textbook
Let’s change history
Bleach young lives
The march of cowards
Hiding behind hypocritical voice
A bible of sorts
Full of grays and rotten fruit
Full of justification and rationalization
Sell hope to a falling society
Where we cannot fathom
Love or compassion
And wonder why
The violent tantrim
Of a deeply broken child
Fills the news and the voices
Of strangers
With fear, disgust and gun rights….
It is a deep and profound cancer
But we ignore the sickness
And we ignore the hate and disgust
Though the blood of the innocent
Stains the government buildings
it ends and starts with us….

Thursday, April 26, 2018

A Week of a Puppy, a Cat, Birds, Gardening and Feeling Present


It's been a hectic week and each day I discovered more about myself with the help of a little puppy. Just like having an infant around, having a puppy changes your routine or makes you realize you lack a real routine.

I've had a problem with not feeling present and having this puppy who depends on me for walks and snuggles up to me with every waking moment, it's hard not to be present. This morning I listened to a mockingbird sharing its songs and sat on the ground with the smell of some early spring flowers.



I am on a great cross road, I have worked for the last 28 years with little interruption and now I am in between jobs or careers or just in between. My son who has been such a major center of all my activity is starting to find his own way.



I feel like I'm in a forest, waiting for light or a sign and the anxiety I feel is God's way of asking, do you trust me? This little dog comes to remind me that it's the little things that matter; a walk,  a bathroom break, the spectacle of a leaf on the lawn.




I've smelled beautiful fragrant flowers I might not have noticed, I've listened to birds and watched them hop around the lawn and I feel aware and alive. There are still goals to work through, still hills to climb but for the moment I am content watching this puppy explore his world.

The garden is growing in, last years' zinnias and assorted milkweed plants are crowding each other seeking dominance. I am the equalizer, I tame the weeds, thin out the herd and stake the vines and the lillis that are popping up everywhere.




This year is the first year I plan on keeping an ordered garden. I want people to see it and be impressed as much as the wildlife likes the chaos, people tend to see a forest.

In the midst of all of this in-between, I am find myself and starting to forge a routine I probably never had before. Tomorrow I plan on walking the puppy early in the morning and letting him use up all his stores of energy, still going to the gym, still keeping closer to God, so much to think of and it's  a lot easier if you are present.


Tuesday, April 24, 2018

God Works in Strange Ways: Feeling Absent? Get a Puppy


A year ago, I put my son's dog down after 16 years of unconditional love. He was a beautiful chocolate lab who has been missed dearly in the house but the idea of another dog screams more expenses, responsibilities and demands on time.

I am protecting myself from something, this is why I don't get involved at a church or go out with friends or invest in new ones. What am I saving my time for? I find myself wasting more time than I invest in anything.

After ten months of working a job that was quite time consuming, now I have time, lots of time. I am working freelance and there is constant ebb and flow.

Time slips so easily through my fingers, I find myself amazed to see the sun going down again or the weekend approaching. My paintings wait for me to get back to them, my garden grows and so does the expenses, all I am doing well right now is working out, photography and gardening.

What great idea do I have that overwhelms my every day but never quite comes to clarity? Enter my younger son, after a year of threatening to bring home a puppy, he brings home a beautiful puppy.

He says he realizes how the house has been missing something, the fact is we've all been missing something. Suddenly I have a mirror to my laziness and distraction. I suddenly am present in the moment with this little bundle of energy.

When did I get so distracted from moments. I take the puppy out every few hours and we both sit and listen to the birds and the cars. We both notice all the smells and colors and suddenly I'm present in the moment.

This little spectacle of energy, expenses and responsibilities is demanding my time and attention. He's teaching me to be here in the moment even while I'm wrestling with time, dragging myself around lazy, fighting to get back to whatever I need to get back to.

God teaches us in the most abstract ways.  I drag myself around following this little puppy and I realize I have avoided my life, I've been saving moments for the idea of something but never quite put my finger on what.

This little distraction has succeeded in making me present, I see myself as selfish of time, I'm a miser of this free time that mostly gets swept under the bed for another day. Sometime lessons come in the strangest places, thanks God, thanks to my son and this little puppy named Ranger.




Monday, April 23, 2018

Welcome to Trashr Inc. We Will be Hiring Soon!

Attention: All would be drones

Green Sky Plastics is finally hiring!!!

Putting trash in it’s place in a green way

The successful candidate will have a Bachelors of art, science, math, photography,   statistics A masters would be even better, perhaps a doctorate-we like higher learning!!!

Must have a green thumb-we have a corporate garden and that will be part of your daily tasks

Must have a high school education….unless you have a BA or BS than that supercedes the high school education

Must be able to speak spanish, not sure why but we just like multiple languages and besides we like to tell jokes in spanish. Also to be inclusive we have a weekly Mexican heritage lunch-we eat at a local Mexican establishment-Ok it’s taco bell but still….

Must be creative in solving problems but can follow specific directions so as not to be ridiculously creative-we have a brand by the way.

Must think outside the box-you won’t have an office-it’s all cubicles. We also like for all your belongings to be in a box but still be able to navigate outside of said box

We do not discriminate on sex or race but we encourage our employees to use black and Mexican vendors and if they are woman-that’s a plus, must honestly appear inclusive and nondiscriminatory-you will be tested on this one

Must love the color Green and use it in multiple sentences

Must be able to discard trash in a timely manor

Must be a self-starter-a firestarter is even better-we will need someone to start the campfire at our monthly team building campouts-we’ve lost a few employees due to using gas, propane and lighter fluid-all fire starting instruments have been banned from the premises

Must be motivated to ask questions-all answers will be in writing but will be mailed in triplicate as to answer a multitude of questions that need to be answered

Must have a car and be able to buy coffee with all the buzz terms

Must be savy in corporate speak-we will train

Must bring your own pen or pencil-due to budget cuts but we will provide a pen or pencil because we have specific pens and pencils you will be expected to use

We look forward to having you on our team, as long as you fit the criteria and can use

Management and manager in a cohesive sentence that is manageable.

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Ghosts in an Autumn Field


Tread lightly through charcoal forests in winter
there are ghosts among dried and brittle vines
there are captured moments of children
lost wonder among gray and dying grasses
there are voices in meadows
whispers innocent and fleeting, all passing

We saved turtles on this path
we caught snakes 
all kinds of road kill
dark sillouettes of owls
in the early mornings on the way to school
it reminded me of New Jersey
deep forests and yellow fields
where teens would drive their trucks
in the mud
that dirt road
where my black car
was always pale
dust
now replaced
with a black asphalt
and metal fences

I can still hear you 
a child barely eight
we laughed about simple things
on that dirt road
far away from everything
tread lightly through memories
charcoal forests
burn in autumn fields

voices of youth in meadows
quiet
ghosts among dry and brittle vines...


Saturday, February 3, 2018

A Pale Winter Day






A pale Burnt umber holds all the colors of autumn down
Skeleton twigs reach from murky depths
My lungs are aching, a cold steel breeze
A concrete path
Bone white feathers floating in air
 No sounds of waterfowl or stubborn birds
Anywhere near

A long silent walk across a gray field
Sinking in the grayness of a winter day
Where the body aches
And the eyes crave any color
Even the sunset is sick and pale
The flu is running rampant

Hospital beds and white sheets
The gray steel windows sills
Seeking any hint of spring
Walking along a path by a pond
Alone

Again…


A pale green window
reflects the forest
ghostly limbs
remember being
spring

skeleton fingers
reach a pale gray sky
a ghost in the silence
an empty landscape
a darkness
with no shadows
a landscape with no light
the only color is foreign
the vague scent of decay
stagnation

The only ghost of summers humid days
a pale green pond
moves slowly but steadily
remember being
spring



Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Finding God: The Intangible Essence of Faith



I climbed a mountain with an intense need for peace
I was tired, weak in need of rest and rehab
but the devil followed me
mocked every step I took
questioned every flower
and every new shoot
found myself looking through a lens
doubt colored every shadowed form
instead of calm I found questions
I became addicted to knowing
God insisted
trust me and you will see
the whole valley
given up 
but I questioned my path
and I questioned my abilities
even while all the gifts
lay out before me like paradise
I was in need
of something, something that offered
any remnant of calm
I climbed a mountain seeking peace


You will find God in silence, or it would be more correct to say you will reailize God in silence. Earth is loud, we as spiritual beings are constantly fighting to hear silence and know nature while the world and all its distractions fight for our attention.

Add electronic devices that capture our attention and visual interest and God blends into the background. I have recently learned to turn off the radio and intentionally enjoy silence and even than thoughts and ideas scream to be heard. 

When you are trying not to be distracted the distractions get more loud and you start to realize the battle we as spiritual beings fight on a daily basis.

Just like Peace, God is very subtle and intangible, it's very easy to ignore the God winks and stumble right through the miracles that happen every day with little wisdom gained from each experience. 

We need to learn to find God-he is always there-it is our physical selves that easily get distracted. The more you seek him, the stronger his presence becomes and the more regular miracles become. Be still and know he is there.

Let me know where you've found him and what experience and wisdom manifested in the experience.



God is the awe we feel when the sun rises or sets
That moment when a life begins or ends
a silence we are not often comfortable with
we are clumsy earthly beings
God is but a whisper
on a spring day
a subtle fragrance
we imbibe
and always crave
once we know him
we are changed...