www.redcross.org
This is a day to remember how lucky we are.
I know that many find what I write to be simplistic in nature but sometimes our Love and thoughts are not enough. For anyone who has needed the help of rescue services, which thankfully I have not, you know how important the Red Cross is.
There are people in our country that only a couple days ago had homes, which are now gone.
Today many people have forgotten about their lives. They ran errands, took their children to soccer practice and music lessons, made dinner in their own kitchens and walked their dogs through their neighborhoods. They aren't doing that now.
Compassion is needed
Love must be given
Food needs to be produced
Temporary homes need developed
Law needs to be secured
Help must be given
I visited New Orleans many years ago. When I went everyone told me how it was a little bit of France here in America. I sure did fall in love with the architechture and design there. The homes were gorgeous. I held particular appreciation to the front doors of buildings. I have a stack of photos of the beautiful colors they used to paint their entrances. I knew while I was there that I wasn't in plain old America anymore.
I went to Paris (finally :-)) this past Spring. Although I could spend a coupe hours talking about to beauty of this city this paragraph isn't about Paris. I very much see influence of Paris and France in New Orleans but don't ever believe it's the same. New Orleans is a very different and awe inspiring place on it's own. We as Americans should treasure our cities and their differences. Hopefully we can help the residents start again and bring back a little bit of New Orleans to America.
www.redcross.org
Stop and think how much Twenty dollars can help when it's combined with twenty dollars from thousands of other peoples' pockets
Love
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Friday, August 19, 2005
Wrapped Up (unfinished)
Wrapped up
Feel the water against my breasts
The wind against my back
The sun burn my skin
I wrap my fingers around
It stings
Draws blood
Creeps up my arms
Drawing back in horror
Scraping at my fingers trying to remove the pain
Knowing I shouldn’t have gone there
Regretting my curiosity
I ache between cotton and air
Salt drying on my temples
Staring at the stars
I sink into the cotton
Falling faster and faster
Wanting to disappear
The more I fall the more I can’t move
Water seeps into my brain
Memory envelopes me and I fall asleep
The colors in my brain are swirling
I feel the pain in my fingers
In my brain
In my heart
In my bones
Before
The beauty was intense
Colors brilliant
Textures calling to me
Rhythms wanting to meld with mine
After
The pain intense
Blood running hot
Ache seeping from my pores
Feel the water against my breasts
The wind against my back
The sun burn my skin
I wrap my fingers around
It stings
Draws blood
Creeps up my arms
Drawing back in horror
Scraping at my fingers trying to remove the pain
Knowing I shouldn’t have gone there
Regretting my curiosity
I ache between cotton and air
Salt drying on my temples
Staring at the stars
I sink into the cotton
Falling faster and faster
Wanting to disappear
The more I fall the more I can’t move
Water seeps into my brain
Memory envelopes me and I fall asleep
The colors in my brain are swirling
I feel the pain in my fingers
In my brain
In my heart
In my bones
Before
The beauty was intense
Colors brilliant
Textures calling to me
Rhythms wanting to meld with mine
After
The pain intense
Blood running hot
Ache seeping from my pores
American
I am a proud American
I am proud of the men and women who give up their life to protect me
I am proud that they will die for me
In return I promise to protect them
I promise to remain here and as their watchdog
I promise to make sure their superiors treat them with the respect and honor they so richly deserve
I am proud of the men and women who give up their life to protect me
I am proud that they will die for me
In return I promise to protect them
I promise to remain here and as their watchdog
I promise to make sure their superiors treat them with the respect and honor they so richly deserve
New Today
A friend let me know about a website to checkout.
www.mediamatters.com
I only had a brief moment to glance at it last night but was quite interested in it’s content. The producers seem to make sure they do extensive research on their subjects. They clearly articulate how the medis guides our countries thoughts as much as the government does. And possibly in conjuction with our government.
As I’ve seen this week, and will discuss later, media is being censored by our government. We must be diligent in our efforts to keep tabs on our government. Journalists must realize they can’t just sit in press cores and ask silly questions. They have to do under cover research. It is their job to expose people. It is their job to find out what’s behind the story.
Why hasn’t the media continued to pursue the Rove case. It was plastered over the papers for weeks then disappeared. We can’t let something like that be left to the government to decide. We must force their hand.
Indifference will be our death.
The constitution and the forefathers of our country designed a government that can evolve. I am a proud American that thinks our government model is the best ever created but it does require us to be diligent and active in the process. It allows us to control our officials but only if we participate. And not just at election time. With each liberty we ignore with lose our rights.
www.mediamatters.com
I only had a brief moment to glance at it last night but was quite interested in it’s content. The producers seem to make sure they do extensive research on their subjects. They clearly articulate how the medis guides our countries thoughts as much as the government does. And possibly in conjuction with our government.
As I’ve seen this week, and will discuss later, media is being censored by our government. We must be diligent in our efforts to keep tabs on our government. Journalists must realize they can’t just sit in press cores and ask silly questions. They have to do under cover research. It is their job to expose people. It is their job to find out what’s behind the story.
Why hasn’t the media continued to pursue the Rove case. It was plastered over the papers for weeks then disappeared. We can’t let something like that be left to the government to decide. We must force their hand.
Indifference will be our death.
The constitution and the forefathers of our country designed a government that can evolve. I am a proud American that thinks our government model is the best ever created but it does require us to be diligent and active in the process. It allows us to control our officials but only if we participate. And not just at election time. With each liberty we ignore with lose our rights.
Subway Musings
08/07/2005
My tank top on
My shorts hugging my hips
I strap on some music and head out into my scene
Black & White trots ahead of me
Part of the scene
With knowledge and contentment with her place in this world
Trickling ambience rings in my ears
It’s beat moving my body through the urban landscape
I feel so natural in such an unnatural place
It’s lines are so forced
It’s need to collaborate so strong
It’s desire to belong, jutting from every brick board and crack
Every sheet of glass
I grow taller as each texture fills my space
I ache with its desires for a new day to begin
I feel its energy rush through my body
My tank top on
My shorts hugging my hips
I strap on some music and head out into my scene
Black & White trots ahead of me
Part of the scene
With knowledge and contentment with her place in this world
Trickling ambience rings in my ears
It’s beat moving my body through the urban landscape
I feel so natural in such an unnatural place
It’s lines are so forced
It’s need to collaborate so strong
It’s desire to belong, jutting from every brick board and crack
Every sheet of glass
I grow taller as each texture fills my space
I ache with its desires for a new day to begin
I feel its energy rush through my body
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
My Head
Sometimes there are so many thoughts in my head that I can't seem to separate them. I promise to write them all down soon.
Love
Love
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Lost Love
As my heart drops I have only yet read the first sentence you have wrote me.
There is no need to read more. The rest is just words.
Your proclivity towards distance only intensified my furtive desire for you.
With each truth I told you and each wall I let down I had hoped you would let yours down as well.
But you didn’t. Your walls were too strong, too thick, you were too scared of your world without them.
You were too scared of me without them.
The risk was too great for you.
But not me
I saw more then just the man.
I saw the boy you hid beyond those walls.
I saw the boundless country of your heart.
I saw the radiance of the sun that heated the earth of your heart.
I felt the heat of the blood that ran through the rivers in your soul.
I rode the waves of the sea that crashed upon your shores.
I never questioned your world only asked to be allowed to enter it.
You entered mine.
You control your world well.
And love is too risky.
But the intensity of your touch belied the locks you keep on your heart.
I know you wanted to take them off.
I took mine off.
You know you brought me out here.
You were the guide.
I only followed your lead.
Your recreant behavior of leaving me in the dead of night is only made true by the guilt of the rest of your words.
But you never expected to get lost out here, did you.
My heart is open and shines down the path back home.
Yours is locked away and only jostles at the door, begging to be let out.
My heart was open
My heart gave you love
My heart beat to your tempo
My heart’s love you stole
My heart will make more
My heart is magnanimous
My heart cherishes you still
My heart lights the path I walk down
My heart beats to my own drum
My heart will make more
My heart hopes you find love
My heart knows it will give again
My heart hopes to find love
My heart hopes to be cherished again
My heart knows it will make more
Love
There is no need to read more. The rest is just words.
Your proclivity towards distance only intensified my furtive desire for you.
With each truth I told you and each wall I let down I had hoped you would let yours down as well.
But you didn’t. Your walls were too strong, too thick, you were too scared of your world without them.
You were too scared of me without them.
The risk was too great for you.
But not me
I saw more then just the man.
I saw the boy you hid beyond those walls.
I saw the boundless country of your heart.
I saw the radiance of the sun that heated the earth of your heart.
I felt the heat of the blood that ran through the rivers in your soul.
I rode the waves of the sea that crashed upon your shores.
I never questioned your world only asked to be allowed to enter it.
You entered mine.
You control your world well.
And love is too risky.
But the intensity of your touch belied the locks you keep on your heart.
I know you wanted to take them off.
I took mine off.
You know you brought me out here.
You were the guide.
I only followed your lead.
Your recreant behavior of leaving me in the dead of night is only made true by the guilt of the rest of your words.
But you never expected to get lost out here, did you.
My heart is open and shines down the path back home.
Yours is locked away and only jostles at the door, begging to be let out.
My heart was open
My heart gave you love
My heart beat to your tempo
My heart’s love you stole
My heart will make more
My heart is magnanimous
My heart cherishes you still
My heart lights the path I walk down
My heart beats to my own drum
My heart will make more
My heart hopes you find love
My heart knows it will give again
My heart hopes to find love
My heart hopes to be cherished again
My heart knows it will make more
Love
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