"The Dream Keeper," Langston Hughes

Bring me all of your dreams,

You dreamers,

Bring me all of your

Heart melodies

That I may wrap them

In a blue cloud-cloth

Away from the too-rough fingers

Of the world.

Langston Hughes

Morning meditation

" Love is like a friendship caught on fire. 

In the beginning a flame, very pretty, 

often hot and fierce, 

but still only light and flickering. 

As love grows older, our hearts mature and 

our love becomes as coals, 

deep-burning and unquenchable,"--

Bruce Lee

"Free Falling,"

Tom Petty,

as covered by

John Mayer 

"Like Lambs to the Slaughter"

"He was oppressed and afflicted,
yet he did not open his mouth;
he was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
and as a sheep before its shearers is silent,
so he did not open his mouth," -Isaiah 53:7

You are sheep groomed by 

a lone wolf, only interested in 

devouring us all for his own survival. 

He doesn't give a shit about you. 

He doesn't give a shit about any of us. 

When are we all going to learn 

this valuable lesson? 

"You wouldn't believe how bad these people are.
These aren't people. These are animals.
And we're taking them out of the country
at a level and at a rate that's never happened before,"
Pres. Donald J. Trump, May 16th, 2018

"Life Without You": Remembering George on his 65th Birthday...

Well, hello baby, tell me 

How have you been? 

We all have missed you 

And the way you grin 

The day is necessary 

Every now and then 

For souls to move on 

Given life back again 

Fly on, fly on 

Fly on my friend 

Go on, go on 

And live again, love again 

'Cause day after day 

Night after night 

Sittin' here singin' 

Every, every minute 

As the years go passin' by... 

A long look in the mirror 

We come face to face 

Wishin' our love 

We took for granted 

A love we had yesterday 

'Cause life without you

All the love, you've passed our way 

Angels have waited, for so long 

Now they have their way 

Take your place- 

Stevie Ray Vaughn

Happy 65th!

Miss you much... 

Love always, Donna

 "In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, 
till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: 
for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return,"
Genesis 3:19

Insidious

"...And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger 

those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. 

And you will know my name is the Lord 

when I lay my vengeance upon thee, " 

--Ezekiel 25:17, "Jules," Pulp Fiction

You worked hard. You performed well. You were never late. You volunteered. You did the dirty work behind the scenes. You were prepared. You always exercised due diligence. You socialized. You promoted colleagues and their missions. 

You were a nice person if not the most extroverted. You did everything in your power , but fundamentally you did not belong. And when you tried to talk about feeling ostracized, you were met with “What's wrong this time?”

You started suffering health problems and chronic anxiety. You kept thinking though if you could just prove yourself, everything would be fine. It was just a matter of time until you were applauded and recognized for effort, honesty, and loyalty if nothing else. You would be one of them-almost. So you persisted.

But things only got worse. Your overall health continued to deteriorate. Your absences started to increase. You were conscientious, giving at least some advanced notice. Yet still you were considered sensitive, emotional, difficult, and even angry. It was as if you were being given an ultimatum to shut-up or leave.

Perhaps things would be better somewhere else? But they were omnipresent. The toxicity was pervasive and insidious. It was impossible to escape. Even then, where would you go: this was your home?

You finally realized nothing would change. Feeling like a failure, you resigned yourself to giving up-almost. You wanted to be accepted without changing who you were. Acceptance came at a price that you were not willing to pay.

Fear of retaliation and further isolation kept most of us compliant. After all, being part of an abusive relationship was better than being alone. We seemed to be hated for our very existence, having different opinions, values, perspectives, and experiences.

Then again perhaps it wasn't hate at all: it was more that they felt superior and therefore entitled. So you began experiencing hatred in response to the way they treated you—the way they marginalized, patronized, oppressed, exploited, and demeaned those of us deemed less. We didn't seem to matter. We were disposable.  We were invisible and colorless.

As Martin Luther King, Jr., once said, "Hate begets more hate," after all. Words have subtexts, definitions cannot adequately convey. Context is everything.