There's a Joke in the Knowing......

messages in the roots.....

messages....

Are We born Pure¿

The world is alittle LeSs Me†åL......

Pillows Like Pillars

God’s Grandeur Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1844 - 1889 The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs-- Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

stay

funny when ur just driving and you hear a song for the first time...... only it's not the first time but it feels like it is what is that well that happened to me today i couldn't recognize if this was new or old i guess cause it is just timeless

“All blame is a waste of time. No matter how much fault you find with another, and regardless of how much you blame him, it will not change you. The only thing blame does is to keep the focus off you when you are looking for external reasons to explain your unhappiness or frustration. You may succeed in making another feel guilty about something by blaming him, but you won't succeed in changing whatever it is about you that is making you unhappy.” ― Wayne W. Dyer

“Surround yourself with the dreamers and the doers, the believers and thinkers, but most of all, surround yourself with those who see the greatness within you, even when you don't see it yourself.” ― Edmund Lee

Animal Totem in my dream

CRYSTAL PARTICLE SKEYE's HEAVAN CAN WAIT.....

FULL MOON IN AQUARIUS

you got to know where you came from to know where you're going.......

Aldonai Malakh

"This laugh which is on my face a king placed there. This laugh expresses the desolation of mankind. This laugh means hate, enforced silence, rage, despair. This laugh is the production of torture. This laugh is a forced laugh. If Satan were marked with this laugh, it would convict God. But the Eternal is not like them that perish. Being absolute, he is just; and God hates the acts of kings. Oh! you take me for an exception; but I am a symbol. Oh, all-powerful men, fools that you are! open your eyes. I am the incarnation of All. I represent humanity, such as its masters have made it. Mankind is mutilated. That which has been done to me has been done to it. In it have been deformed right, justice, truth, reason, intelligence, as eyes, nostrils, and ears have been deformed in me; its heart has been made a sink of passion and pain, like mine, and, like mine, its features have been hidden in a mask of joy. Where God had placed his finger, the king set his sign-manual. Monstrous superposition! Bishops, peers, and princes, the people is a sea of suffering, smiling on the surface. My lords, I tell you that the people are as I am. To-day you oppress them; to-day you hoot at me. But the future is the ominous thaw, in which that which was as stone shall become wave. The appearance of solidity melts into liquid. A crack in the ice, and all is over. There will come an hour when convulsion shall break down your oppression; when an angry roar will reply to your jeers. Nay, that hour did come! Thou wert of it, O my father! That hour of God did come, and was called the Republic! It was destroyed, but it will return. Meanwhile, remember that the line of kings armed with the sword was broken by Cromwell, armed with the axe. Tremble! Incorruptible solutions are at hand: the talons which were cut are growing again; the tongues which were torn out are floating away, they are turning to tongues of fire, and, scattered by the breath of darkness, are shouting through infinity; those who hunger are showing their idle teeth; false heavens, built over real hells, are tottering. The people are suffering--they are suffering; and that which is on high totters, and that which is below yawns. Darkness demands its change to light; the damned discuss the elect. Behold! it is the coming of the people, the ascent of mankind, the beginning of the end, the red dawn of the catastrophe! Yes, all these things are in this laugh of mine, at which you laugh to-day! London is one perpetual fete. Be it so. From one end to the other, England rings with acclamation. Well! but listen. All that you see is I. You have your fetes--they are my laugh; you have your public rejoicings--they are my laugh; you have your weddings, consecrations, and coronations--they are my laugh. The births of your princes are my laugh. But above you is the thunderbolt--it is my laugh." ~The Man Who Laughs 1928

my pÅck....

Come Love me the way you used to do

 
“Our goals can only be reached through a vehicle of a plan, in which we must fervently believe, and upon which we must vigorously act. There is no other route to success.”

― Pablo Picasso 

Ideas born in Nature

Being that my dad was an all out bird lover,

he visits me in so many ways...but the

birds...the birds have been , straight uP outstanding,

in their messengering abilities since dad went over to the other side.

And in the shadows, this evening,

a new type of birds silhouette 

& even his sound had me standing ,

quietly mesmerized for some time.

I had to come in after awhile,

and google if there was such a thing as a bird call app.

SURE ENOUGH!

Ideas born in nature, I;m not alone. Dad.

dopethrone

R.I.P GREGG ALLMAN

I Grew up listening to these guys, by default.WNEW , 102.7 was always on in the kitchen . There was this little radio, my step dad had on the top of the baker's cabinet. WNEW blasted  The Allman Brothers All day, Everyday.....
I certainly came to love love love these guys. Isn't it funny how the background noise,
 (actions) of my parents cleanly infused itself within me....
 Death is strange, we lost Chris Cornell this past week too.The lyrics, the weight, that engaged my soul. His range~ WOW~ what a voice, it wasn't screaming~ that dude could sing. He could write.
 Death, especially if you're a lover of the creation behind the music, the voice, the sound.~ I think is the most disappointing thing because
the idea that the potential is gone from the here & Now. It's so final.Blunt. Over. Fini.
 There will be no new materials coming forth. That portal is shutdown. Like a dead end road. the music brings me into the moment, or has me revisit the past ~ sustaining notes of memories reverberating into and from the universe........................... Human life~ it;s sacred.

PigeonMineD

                                                                      PigeonMindeD

tis one is for you dad

Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.

Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.

Happy Mother's Day

FOCUS

FBEYE 360° QUESTIONS.

FBLIE

food for thought.open mind.

Damon Albarn - Sister Rust (from LUCY original soundtrack)

Titans , were really robber barons......

    

Katharine’s heart was also brimming with patriotism of the deepest and truest kind. The critic for The Nation pronounced Bates “A lover of national themes who has learned to treat them sanely.” Her sensible passion for her native land animates her earliest poems. America’s gifts, she once observed, were “the least of her wealth”; this nation was clearly “Something more/ Than cloud-enfolded hills or foam-lit shore,/ Or steepled towns.” Her ability to distill that “something more” gave us the glory of “America the Beautiful”.

The America that Katharine Lee Bates inhabited and chronicled in 1893 was an energetic, optimistic country, throbbing with conflicting forces. The widespread industrialization that pushed the country from coast to coast, from farms to factories, from small family businesses to colossal corporations, was creating perplexing new problems. The enormous wealth of some was offset by the growing poverty of many. To some, the titans of American development—John D. Rockefeller, Andrew Carnegie, J.P. Morgan, Cornelius Vanderbilt, among others—were really robber barons, exploiting the country and its people.

The main themes of “America the Beautiful” were the ones Bates had explored all her life: the wonder of nature; the vitality of our nation; its treasured heritage and infinite potential for the future—all cast in a poetic majesty, in an ambiance of deep idealism. “The heart must outsoar the hand,” she was fond of saying, and that idealism is enforced in each verse of her great poem: an opening celebration of the goodness of America, followed by a brief prayer, and finally a challenge to make something better:

“O beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain…”

The poem begins with a deep sense of gratitude for the gifts of nature, deftly framing the spectacular images of her trip west with her New England consciousness.

“America! America! God shed his grace on thee…”

This is the prayer of a woman who belonged to no church, who early in her life rebelled against religious dogma. She was not given to outward shows of piety.   Her faith remained deep, but private. But she was comfortable invoking God’s grace—as long as it remained clear that that grace was universal, non-sectarian, and truly as all-inclusive, as spacious as the skies above.

“And crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea.”

  

 “You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don't try to forget the mistakes, but you don't dwell on it. You don't let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.”

― Johnny Cash 

NOt Only am I so bored with all this WHITE HOUSE HORSESHIT....
Bored, bored,
tired of running around with my hand wrapped around my head
eyes opened....WIDE OPEN
JAW resting upon the ground........
tired of running around......
 alarmed,
armed,
annihilated ,
burdened,
catapulted,
disturbed ,
eradicated,
estranged
fracKed,
hardened,
HIGH
illegitimate
JACKED
knocked off,
lobotomized ,
tranquilized,

I am hurting to see fellow mankind
up in arms- divided & shallow-
small & devised to only be heard.
HERD.
tardy to consider a good quiet listen,
- TRAFFIC HUNGRY & 10X.
White house confectioners
 sugar of the corn
cob kind.

 What utterly rocks my world the most,
is when those that are truly democratic
would not STAND UNITED
even in the midst of
a fake puppet magician.

The spell to split, separate and divide seems
to mesmerize the most intelligent minds.
WHat is it to be a democrat or a republican?
What is it to be an individual with an opinion?
What is it to be def, or blind? until you;ve lost it.....

Until your elements have been taken from you
how much of it is truly , sacredly owned;
 how much of it is completely taken for granted?
The things you don;t know, you don;t even know.

WOuld you sacrifice a family member
for their opinion?

Has an ocean wave come to swallow us up?

I keep having this dream,
of the most enormous wave I have ever seen
rise till a shadow covers the entire land, hovering
in a silence , my dreams only lead me to understand.


and there's nothing to do about it......
just stand an stare quietly?



college diplomas
aristocrazy
brainwash our education to make us the fools!
WHO ARE YOU
voicing your point of you
view
point of
pew
WHO ARE YOU
demonstratORsSSs
protestOR
WHO ARE YOU
corporate tradOR
hippie
trippin' takorzzzz
 globe trottORZsss
writting off ur white collORSsss
WHO ARE YOU
label loving entrepreneuORSsssz
calling the kettle black
your feet are planted in the dirty oil
WHO ARE YOU
sole D
 standing for golD
EMPTY
ur soul less
turning ur back on ur family memberz



WHO ARE YOU
two faced multi-pac
hate is your reward for our love
man chick , boy girl.
woMAN ,owl, dove.
spiritual casing
is all it is.
argue to prove what>?

argue to be herd!
quiet
only to be judged
no use

let the wave drop

the shadows trees doth cast along the highway ~mother natures barcode

my second of 4 flys from the nest

“Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.”
 ― Charles R. Swindoll




 I remember the day Miles was born. May 18, 1992. He wasn't waiting , the drive from
Smithtown, Ny into NYC was brutal. Full on Labor & the morning traffic on the Long Island Expressway was what it always is ~guiTARDED.
 Our first angel baby, Matty, All of two years and two months old~was crying on and off ...... scared because his mama kept bellowing out in some strange agony.
 Grandma and Grandpa were awaiting our arrival at Saint Vincent's Hospital to keep our little Matty.

Barely 20 minutes later, Miles arrived. Miles was coming into this world ;No Doctor was going to hold up this event. All Natural, there was no time to place a Pic into mom's vein~ no pain killers, no Doctor, just the nurses! & there he was: inside :an now resting upon my belly.
The perfect round tiny little pea head of almost strawberry blond hair. Our child was born.
From there to home with us is how it's always been....till today.

 Miles will be 25 this spring.
He's always been with us, since the day We brought him home from the hospital.
 It;s hard to imagine my daily life without his physical presence although, it's a physical / material observation... only because that;s how "we" are raised in this material planet of a life...
He's always been my angel boy~ all my boys are to me.
even if he was the 1 boy of 4 boys getting suspended or having the cops call..... on April Fools day.
and there I thought it was his friends fooling around , making the Officer somewhat Raise His Voice with me~
"THIS IS NOT A JOKE< MRS NEWBY, this is NO APRIL FOOLS Joke!"
He survived his passage thru the "dark ages" of his teens & highschool.
and We did the TIME along side of him SOLID>
A run for my mother hood !!! & for Dad's Father'sHood.
   Miles has always been super sensitive to others, wether he's there to ease someone into a new dwelling or bait others into controversy as to perhaps have them look at their behaviors. Quiet but observant,
show interest an he blossoms. He's much like a plant, he mirrors you. At times, an ultimate test of stubborn, major teen jerk~ as this too shall pass~ thus it did and continues to hahahaha-
i should talk......
And as all good families have their quabbles , our honesty in this family , mighty abrasive &
raw, seemingly haughty and filled with anger - pans out in the ultimate real time style of living.
In real time, shit goes down , shit is said, in comes the hurricane winds an out they go.
Our communications however distasteful they may seem- continue to keep our family waters and currants crystal clear ~ as the muddy water only lurks in things unsaid
and feelings shoved under shallow beds, leaving swamp like conditions.
This family, under this roof is an Ocean.
Miles was following this one artist ,awhile back.
And he  cut the Vinyl for my Front window of my commander... awhile back
it was this symbol.

 Miles has always been my loving son, beyond warm an conscientious to those around him ..... awesome with the littles and awesome with his brothers. Hard, annoying, a complete an utter Taurus,
stubborn and awesome at saving his $. In any good family, there's always room to be yourself .
We embrace it all. We all embrace each other.
   We all keep crying... that he;s leaving... he keeps saying,
" Come On guys, I;m Not Dead..... I;m just moving down to Florida,,,, you will just have to come visit me there!!!!!"

   Yes, I guess we will. Fly Miles Fly. I love you My Son.
Flow Like Water
In water we are one.
Faith

“I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.” ― Leonardo da Vinci

warm

Happy V DÅY.......