Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Know....no?

Sent off with love?
Did I taint your bed?
Invade your space
N' leave you lovers dead?

Sorry mama... Mamalove...
Sorry papa.. N' Son who Never was...
How could we know...
Or did we know?
Did we all know
The rows we hoed?

Sent off with love...
When I kept your seed
Enveloped in the safety
Of my motherly needs?

Watching now,
This garden grow
And hoping love
Was what was sowed...

Sent off with love and bills to spare
Sent off with silver threading through your hair
Sent with blessings,
Sent with care?

Can't be second... Not again...
Room for how many mama hens?
Where's the other?
Will he come?
Raise and rises settling son...

Whispered words unspoken yet...
Broken hearts we've never met
Will I see you this time clear
Or misstep the moment time is near...

.Kalee.

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Location:On The other Side of empty space.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

It has value.

How do we calculate the value of something? Money? Time? Joy? Human lives? Perhaps our own individual answer to this question tells more about our humanity than anything else on earth.. Not the color of our skin... The clothes we wear or a hair on our head.... It's not the sex we prefer or the sex organs we possess... Not our economic status... Nor our social standings... Not the God we call by name... Nor the sport we follow... It's not the hobby that we have or the city that we live in... Stockbroker or bag-boy. Long and tall, short and stout. Wether we are parents or the childless... Married or single... Aquarius or Pisces...

No... Not those details.... But how we price life's intricacies.

So how do we value things.... What do we value... And how do we calculate the true cost of the choices presented us every moment in our daily life? Only you can answer for you... And only I can answer for me.

For me, value does not lie in elaborate weddings that impress only those whose value lies in the same and at enormous cost to your financial state, your emotional health and wellbeing, and stress to all those you hold dear... what price is that to pay for a ceremony of love... Love is a ceremony in and of itself. And your beautiful life together is your honeymoon...

I see no value in brand name clothes constructed by poorly paid, poorly treated human beings an entire world away from the glossed over boutique i purchased it in..... My neighbor sews shirts three streets down, and has a family of seven to feed.

I have no interest in gaining the affections and approval of Hordes of my bar brethren, there is no joy in those friendships, only a common misery and spiraling out of control existence...

What might we actually do with the time left on our ticking clocks were it not for high tech gadgets that do not serve us by adding to the quality of our life but instead hold us as slaves to our compulsions... What mountains might you have climbed if not for your duty to your IPhone?

Lipstick only covers the pale lips that come from a body in a deteriorating state of health... Foundation the sallow skin... Conditioner, the dull hair resulting from poor nutrition and chemical toxin load in one's food...

Elaborate homes serving no purpose other than to impress ones enemies and drain ones vital energy... I hold no love for that either...

Money.... Cold hard cash... It has been my measure, just as I was given me by my schooling, my culture, my flag, and my genetics, and probably yours too.... It is mine. It is yours... it is all of ours.... And that is our poison.... That is our fatal flaw... Money will not buy you a heart that sings.... It will not buy you a child who smiles with such a genuine nature that it can melt the hardest heart.... Money will not keep death from knocking on your door... Money will not stop those who you love from leaving.... And it will not make those who do not love you feel an ounce more for you in their hearts...

But it is our god...

And if it is our god, than it is an unjust god we serve indeed.

Money talks...
And it speaks ignorance and hate. Where it calls out in it's tongues, indecipherable by most, it spreads disease and despair...

Money feeds greed like oxygen does fire... And swallows human lives whole as it goes...

People live for money... Die by money.

Money rapes towns... Shits in our rivers and oceans... Decapitates our ancient trees... Burns villages to the ground... Massacres by the thousands...women, men, and their crew cut sporting babies-in-arms...

Money scatters us... Divides and conquers... Picks us off as a sniper's rifle...Crabs in a barrel.

Money. Our religion. Our team in the playoffs. Our favorite of all celebrities..
Money, indeed, is your master.

And thus, in the game we play, paper covers this rock. And Paper wins.

So what if instead of being a servant to paper... A slave to our money, we became a servant to the values that bind the human race?

The value of having a shelter over our head suitable for protecting our children from predators and natures harsh realities...
The value of having unadulterated, fresh and healthy nourishment for our bodies and our loved ones.... And the forever unappreciated value of having clean water to drink, without which our bodies can't live a week....
The value of having clothing to protect our bodies from the elements when we leave the shelter of our homes...
The value of having a dear friend to hug you close when your heart breaks...
The joy that comes from watching your young ones come to a new realization of life's many mysteries....
The value of caring for the elderly and those incapable of carrying a full load... And knowing that if our days lead us to the same, we too will be cared for with love and tenderness...
The value of a day of rest and a warm, dry space for our heads and bodies.
The value of a day spent playing well.
The value of something created with your own two hands or those of your friend.
The value of an unrequested, unmanipulative, unmanipulated hug from your child.
The value of a life lived fully alive.

So what has value? You tell me.... You voted on it in the last election.
"Election day" is a sham. You vote each and every day... Your Money IS your voting ballot... And the cash register casts your vote in consciousness.

Your religion is money and your paper is your holy book... It is how you share the word of the god you serve. With every dollar spent you send out a prayer in this religion of ours... A prayer for the world you are believing into reality... Willing into existence.

With my dollars, I vote for the human race. I vote for the political party of Earthlings.... With my god's word, I speak for our common humanity... And I pray that you will join me in spending your prayers wisely... Spending your prayers and sending your prayers out with expectations only that they ripple out and create love in their wake... Prayers that effect change.

You can effect change... It's all in what you value.



Location:Sheltered from the cold rain...

Thursday, April 14, 2011

We're all naked when you turn us inside-out...

If I live another 30 years, I don't know that I'll ever understand: why do human continue down paths that are not and will not bring them to the great depths of happiness that are so readily accessible to them...

Am I immune? Probably not...No.
But I find so many reasons to smile every day.... See so many hearts worth loving... and on this path I'm dancing, I aspire to have a gazillion laugh lines and crinkly wrinkly eyes... 50 more years of blessings, Here I come... Oh lovely human won't you join me? :)


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Location:Watering hole.