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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