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There ARE times that a ‘post’ stalls the “author’ long enough to present a better thought. Even as I had called the former “Mrs.”, My MOTHER, and ONE of the two Mothers of ‘the’ “gift” Daughters, ALL, for the WELL WISHES of a HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY (!)

It’s “difficult” to know that one HAS PRO-CREATED another life, even though these TWO ARE PLANNED and ASKED FOR. And, then being “basically” excluded. The younger is for a MARRIED Couple of whom I’d given the ‘BRIDE’ away to her “Husband” to be / to STAY. Little did I know that there’d be only ONE HAND’S digits of my “visiting” with Her. It makes for the query of what a “surrogate’s” thoughts and, emotions are when there’s NO KNOWLEDGE of WHO the “receptionists” have been.

As to the thought “IGNITE R”*, the images of the TITLE ARE THE MIRACLES that make the following “prose” worthwhile.



‘Tis Mother Earth

that stamps their nature

SAPPHOS even bred word “BIRTH”

within their “NO-MAN-clature”


The draw not “luck”

makes for their GENIUS to Humanity

three-quarters of their YEAR

incept, incubate, Infancy


Their task throughout

is NEVER quite “done”

so here’s MORE PRAISE

for GREAT “SHE” called “MUM”

___________________ The AMAZING…

TWO CELL FISH to be be stopped.

TWO CELL FISH that could NOT be be stopped.


your “pen” to scribe

is MORE than LONG

of mind filled AMBITION

the POSIT today


of ARTIST getting past

OBTUSE SEDITIONS                            (http://charlottecuevas.wordpress.com/)



is good thought just days fashion
a cut a fit of what is this
the sidle to the unaware
wary but unaware
excuse the lofty attitude
the thought arrives to one open
for the pre-sense
the opportunity


Isn’t it “funny” how those that write ‘POETRY’ can do so enough, DAILY, that sooner than later they’ve written part of a conversation with ANOTHER?

… thought’s dance depends

I commented on / to a new “like” the other day. The PROSE-ESS was remarkable in HER very young years. In that introduction I hope that she returns to view the inspiration she planted.



what themes create the cadence
for thoughts for us to read
from cutesy trite observances
to charts by EPIQ LEIGH

the witness from a skirmish
that brands a nation’s song
through quest filled observations
of where our faiths belong

LOVE: ‘lecent to the addled
the view the touch how felt
with angers at betrayals
to leave the mental welt

expression with a downbeat
can sway a room of friends
by twig inscribing creek bed
cross time thought’s dance depends

I’m ONE of those children that were “left behind”. “Poor” grades, even though I helped save a Man from the electric chair for a Murder in a store robbery, while taking a Summer-School class, ( Problems Of Democracy / “History”.), to regain the ONE-QUARTER CREDIT to graduate that I needed to fulfill the State requirement of doing so. The short of it is that a Man was charged for shooting a grocery store clerk with a shotgun. The man turning State’s evidence was standing IN FRONT of the clerk, The accused at the entry door of the store. A TWO INCH wound pattern KILLED the clerk.

I lost my composure and, was tossed from the room. When a recess was called I asked my teacher to get the accused’s Lawyer, begrudgingly She did. I spoke with Him explaining the HOLE the State had opened for Him. I told Him to get a “free” Police Officer and have Him tell WHY the snitch had DONE the murder, instead of the accused. The Man served time for His part of the crime but, didn’t see “SPARKY”.

For all the thought and, ‘knowledge’ that I’d shown the teacher flunked me and wrote on the report card… “[GLIB] NATURE”.

The teacher is, now, teaching at the “university” level. (Columbus State Community College. “Ms. EVITA” )


this child has so much vision
a labrynth some illion miles
you chose to leave him wanting
potentials YOU defiled
the years of constant beatings
of Platinums mostly Golds
ignored the smokes of earnest
the dreams were often sold
but time has all the shuffles
from great universal shoes
to NOT stand pat but wary
and pay too many dues
the thoughts are Krakatoan
the depth dark surface blessed
it’s built to this exposure
though never will it crest
the scream of one can echo
through mountains of defeat
the raignment’s crusts and tatters
mean journey’s soon complete
it’s now the moment’s closing
you’ve read and not gone blind
a terse from labeled “lowly”
the child you left “behind’


Just how “linked-in” was [JUSTINE SACCO]? Not so much at this moment. It makes one wonder of the “where, when and, what”. But, the “WHY” of WHO this ‘electro’, “wunderkind” of COMMUNICATIONS giant, IAC, ( IAC is the parent company of Match.com, The Daily Beast, Dictionary.com and BlackPeopleMeet.com, a dating site for African Americans .), could go about DAILY contact with the assortment of peoples that she DID without Mr. [BARRY DILLER] having some [“INKLING“] of the “mind-set”? No matter now, the [“CULT of PERSONALITY“] allowed to implode from the IAC offices gives credence to the phrase: [” THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS BAD PUBLICITY “]… Or, IS there !?!

A special note: It seems that Time/Warner Cable’s highjacked the information references. Please excuse this, as I try to be more creative than what you get linked to.


is there no conversation
around the water trough
when someone marks a racist blurt
is there just shuffle… cough
the boardroom banter
before the charts
is that so all mundane
that worldly news
and general views
would brake the founder’s frame
the brightness of your best is dulled
like cutting with a spoon
no matter goodness
the product’s draw
is not through thoughts by goons
though right of “white”
the AB-SENSE of all else known
to be so micro-erudite
proves how little generation’s grown

When something captures control of “society” for many hundreds of years the mores of HOW the “keepers” ‘grew’ to their prospective “positions” give much light to the overages displayed at various intervals to a cumulative moment that makes it stronger, more relevant, better understood. This is ‘true’ with the growth of People in the “LIVING” of each’s “LIFE”. Last post a REVELATION placed itself, SQUARELY between my eyes. I THANK THE AUTHOR of the SITE / SIGHT.

With that…   the [BREADCRUMB]


these rules of “time’s” interpretation
their weight near causing caves
if  a “life’ were whim’s justifications
then TWO couldn’t walk the waves

NICEA ] did have its closeness
as [ BORGIAS ] ruled for a bit
real “FAITH” more the stem of the ROSES
the Creator rules for the wit

oh so serious the folk so controlling
and the sacrament changes display
comes the time when the truth needs extolling
such the moment when false “fades” away

author not Angel is scribing
all the signs point to where there’s a stop
the Calliope of all horns colliding
and the King culls the best of the crop

… life cycles torn by enured

( https://www.google.com/#q=Britain%27s+30+year+slaves)

We all want to be… 1.) LOVED 2.) RESPECTED 3. ‘WANTED”. The infinite, individual definitions, (or colloquialistic “understandings”), that drive ‘people’ to do the incredulous deeds done to another is as vast as trying to count the Atoms from within the sneeze of an ELEPHANT… too much AREA to cover, too much VOLUME to track, and TOO much of similarities to so many others by degree.

As a “NOTE”, this is the SEVENTY-SIXTH “TROMBONE” of this ‘parade’ of words. You HAVE noticed that there’s not much punctuation entered. The reason for this is that I do not “KNOW”  about YOU, educationally, socially or, Nationally.  So, HOW YOU, YOUR mind, puts the “story” together IS entirely YOURS. The gist is there, the WEIGHT is its OWN. I’m just “happy” that someone has taken the time to give my thought some monent of validity.

THANK YOU!!!!!!!

Edger Allen Lovecraft would have loved to have copyrighted the story of these Four WOMEN and One Man. Of course, then it would have been FICTIONAL.

the compass has no magnet to tell us WHERE “we” are
there HAS to be ATTRACTION for PEOPLES to get far
the childishness of color forms distract from better paths
with cores of simple CARE-FULL-NESTS makes something that could last
a weariness of wariness has good folk making hastes
the rush to garner that much mores enhances ALL these WASTES
the children have no “breadcrumbs” foresee a happy path
they age to feel superiors exploding to great gaffs
and, yet the coddle is quite on because truth doesn’t dare
to rise to that their only height is no more that what is bared
in time the mirror shows behind collective or by self
the wobbles tracking tiny lines is covered by faith’s stealths
a step’s a step be up or down just forward is preferred
the journey’s end does not pretend life cycles torn by enured

… Ecclesiastes says it’s DEARTH

What can one “DO” when NO ‘GOOD’ DEED goes UNPUNISHED !?! I’m quite sure that I’m not in the market for a vacation at the “gray-bar hotel”, whether the municipal, regional, or one within the boundaries of an American “Projectorate”. THAT wouldn’t be very PRUDENT. Besides, I ‘LIKE sleeping ALONE. (TMI)

Anyhow, I fixed a ‘friend’s’ commode hydro-dispensing componentry recently, YESTERDAY to be factual. It had been close to eleven MONTHS (!?!?!) that the equipment had been dysfunctional. I’d been told of such just three days before. It didn’t take over three hours, the parts WERE  “NEW” only TWENTY-EIGHT years ago… the flora was very active on opening easier points to create their SYMBIOTIC anchorings. Phylangi-Wrenched couplings had chemically aged into FUSION, the crop of mechanical engineers that designed for this Hardware company HADN’T grown up in a time that(even) a MOVIE depicted an “interior one-holer” with a tank suspended above. The drain flap had a, (YES,INDEED !), ‘recycled gum-ball dispensered” gum rubber construction that A.) DIDN’T fit OVER the fill tube correctly. On top of which, not accounting for the gradual closing of clearances due to older ceramics being THICKER at the base than the “better”, (CHEAPER of the bottom lined), modern materials. A dollop of some close-at-hand, “CORN curing”, 14 years old COCOA BUTTER took twelve minutes off the effort… as well as preserving the flush-flap.

All said and DONE, after three flushes of adjusting the “water-saver” valve I went home to my WordPress. While here I get a phone call telling me that the “THING is constantly running”.

“What THING”?

” The THING YOU FIXED the  “other day”!

” OH! YOU mean the TOILET” (?),  hold on, I’ll be right over”.

The “THING” was NOT performing as I’d left it. Rolling up a sleeve I tested the adjustment screw… tight as “Dick’s Hat Band”= WIDE OPEN. NOT the work that I had done. Readjust amidst the HA-RANG. ” THIS isn’t the way I left it. SOMEONE turned this ALL the way OPEN. “YOU ‘TWO’ checked it before I left, remember?” (Female Jackie Gleason STALK-AWAY.) A nod of YES.

Long story shortened. This is a “GUB-MINT” ACCOUNTANT that HAS been ripped off, twice, for Home repairs by PAYING before the WORK IS DONE. SOUND FAMILIAR!?! I’m Her Daughter’s SEED-FATHER, still around after THIRTY years of FRIENDSHIP! (Someone that HASN’T taken advantage of the ten grand of an insurance fund started when Daughter was NINE, (She’s TWENTY-THREE.), soon to be UNAVAILABLE. And, STILL with close to Two grand…waiting. SHE SCREAMS when asked if there are enough receipts, ( THAT’S ALL it takes for her to get this cash.), to cover her sequestration.. The PITCH can NEUTER a CLYDESDALE.

And, I come back to present you this…

this world won’t give one chance
and when you’ve tried to give love’s rose
they grow thorns into a lance

one that you’d gave time to parenthood
has made you to the beast
but, call when the most trivial alarms
when you’ve fixed that you’re the least

an income once meant good characters
you traded time for CASH
but, now enlist more Olivers
no work by FAGIN’S lash

the civil word now quite unheard
a child speaks none past CURSE
it pains of me HURT’S revelry
society so well rehearsed

Oh, what of that great promise
my inheritance this Earth
of that I’ll not be counting
Ecclesiastes says it’s DEARTH

The I________e M_n

It’s been a LONG “life”. Although I’ve seen a few more MILEPOSTS than some, I haven’t been “allowed” to participate in as many as “MOST”.

When I was growing the many organizations that grew from a need to make lives better for those “OPPRESSED” came into predominance. NOW, like anything / everything that has had ‘time’ to establish its “root system” the ability to work with, and around (GOOD) people is dwindling at a pace of micro-nano seconds. “WE”, as the people, have allowed MANY “SOMEONES” to remove our LIBERTIES… the responsiblenesses that CONCERNED folk exhibit to others and the EARTH to make BOTH PROSPER.

The PERPE-TRAITORS ARE bound to the determination of coddling those that perform as ruthlessly as themselves. While those, like I try to be, must attempt to pass around these as a WRAITH. Thus, the title, and work ethic.

The science of SOCIAL has got out of hand
with Pavlovian Freudisms “USE” has too much demand
our youth was raised eating meals sold by movies they saw
now fattened to couch-bound, smart touch-screens and all
The Mengeles birthing the latest designs
with mother’s milks enhanced by a trellis devine
the best and the brightest have nowhere to go
their Politicks withered by haute TEAS to-go
instead of blue balls for the deed gone undone
azure wafers to spike it is quite overdone
as I observe most of my world to unfold
the THEY that think mean most do more than just scold
although my mind isn’t as quick as a few
the shirking of duties is NOT what I will do
the learning of “WHAT’S THIS” has held my thoughts so
if I could learn traveling everywhere I would go
but, situations are not as I want
time’s still “birthing this nation” and, still is Hate’s Haunt
the speaking of “English” demanded by “right”
but, don’t understand it when its done there on site
I smile so they see me it’s contrast you see
the invisible man yep, that’s right it’s just me

_______________:Update 10/19/2013  From the [‘AUSTRALIAN’]


I’ve more than often wondered
just why I’m here at all
there doesn’t seem to be much need
of me, or these few scrawls

If, truly, there was reason
of thought, of purpose clear
there’s HOPE that FAITH’S no treason
life clean, folks time sincere

so, if each times I’ve “had this thought”
grew finer as things “go”
then hope of HOPE is NOT distraught
to live as I should know