St. Rita was born at Spoleto, Italy in 1381. At an early age, she begged her parents to allow her to enter a convent. Instead they arranged a marriage for her. Rita became a good wife and mother, but her husband was a man of violent temper. In anger he often mistreated his wife. He taught their children his own evil ways.
Rita tried to perform her duties faithfully and to pray and receive the sacraments frequently. After nearly twenty years of marriage, her husband was stabbed by an enemy but before he died, he repented because Rita prayed for him. Shortly afterwards, her two sons died, and Rita was alone in the world. Prayer, fasting, penances of many kinds, and good works filled her days. She was admitted to the convent of the Augustinian nuns at Cascia in Umbria, and began a life of perfect obedience and great charity.
Sister Rita had a great devotion to the Passion of Christ. "Please let me suffer like you, Divine Saviour," she said one day, and suddenly one of the thorns from the crucifix struck her on the forehead. It left a deep wound which did not heal and which caused her much suffering for the rest of her life. She died on May 22, 1457. She is the patroness of impossible cases. Her feast day is May 22.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
ronald dougherty
Science and Reason
Let us state at once that natural reason, left to its own devices, is adequate to attain certain truths concerning God and his nature...But it is most apparent that there is a knowledge of the divine nature infinitely beyond the grasp of the human understanding. This is a point which it is important to establish in order to silence the unbelievers who consider false all statements about God which our reason is unable to make. --Aquinas, paraphrased by GilsonI have noticed a certain trend in recent periodicals and comments by others that tend to confuse the role of science in our modern world. This is perfectly understandable when considering what strides science has rightly made and through what history it has come, but is for all that lamentably misapplied. In a word, we have made Science, known by its capital, as synonymous with Truth, and as a result, Faith has effectively been positioned as its opposite, its antithesis. What this implies on a social level must aggrieve us: what is seen as unscientific is therefore also seen as false. Those who embrace what is "false" can only embrace it by faith. What is "faith"-ful is thus seen as the typical Marxist/Frueudian "crutch", and religion is in a sad state therewith. Therefore let us consider the accurate relation of these ideas: science, faith, and true. To this cast of characters we must also add reason, logic, and philosophy. Together these weave a colorful tapestry, but the drama of their history is much more intriguing. For centuries, since St. Paul, Faith and Reason fought, arguing over which was primary in man. Augustine spoke of reason as the center of man, but then wrote of man such that he revealed the primacy of faith. After Augustine, centuries of Christian philosophers sought "Faith seeking understanding: that is, faith taken as a datum, a given fact within the individual's existence, then seeking to elaborate itself rationally as far as it can." (Barrett, 97) That is to say, Faith was sublimated into reason. Then came the powerhouse: St. Thomas Aquinas. By now Aristotle had been rediscovered, and philosophy swung about accordingly. He set out to define the boundaries of faith and reason: "our understanding [reason], using the testimony of the senses as its starting-point, can infer that God exists. But it is evident that the simple inspection of sensible things, which are effects of God and, consequently, infererior to him, are unable to bring us to a knowledge of the divine essence. There are, therefore, truths concerning God which are accessible to reason, and others which are beyond it." (Summa contra gentiles: Gilson, 18) Reason could understand so much, but at the end of reason, faith picked up. I wish to highlight some points in this. For one, notice that at this point, Science has not appeared. Second, that faith and reason are not contrary. For Augustine and Tertullian, the contest was not which was true, but which was primary in man. As Aquinas would state, re-interpreting a point an Aristotelian point, the end of philosophy was the end of an existence: the end of man was God, and thus non-reasonable and thus the realm of faith, but for that not untrue. But let us come back to Science, for that is the focus on this discussion. Scientific discussion is notably lacking because by Aquinas science (scientia. Latin, knowledge) had not become Science: it was simply vocabulary in the language of Philosophy and Theology.*1 But the age of Enlightenment (poorly named) urged the relatively minor and ill-trusted field of alchemy to expand and grow. The only real advantage the metallurgical study had was the ability of reproduction, or, in the professional argot, it was empirical. When others could absolutely reproduce the results on one experiment*2, its truth could be better assured. Proof (of truth) became the linchpin of Truth, and proof by reproduction. Slowly the age of positism grew, and Empiricism became Science and Truth was made contingent of Proof. The halcyon days of this dictum came in the Modern era (of the first half of the 20th century), which Science reigned supreme, even in the Church.*3 Only now are we beginning to see the crumbling of this uncontested supremacy of Science in the rise of experiential-based religion and emphasis on mysticism. But we still feel the backlash on Faith. Where does it stand within this morass of Science? Nowhere, was the common response. Most are familiar with Marx's opinions on religion, and Freud had similar ideas. Opponents and proponents alike of this progression (of Science as supreme) agree on the debasing effects of the "big three", Marx, Freud, and Darwin. Dr. Richard Leakey, in his most notable work Origins, states without reservation "certainly the science based on Darwin's notion…has a legitimate claim to being the greatest intellectual and philosophical revolution in human history," thus trumping the Agricultural Revolution, a topic more along the anthropologist's line of inquiry. Faith became the means by which outdated, primitive ideas could be held to, but should not, and could not stand up to scientific scrutiny. A cursory glance through the letters to the "Chicago Magazine" in response to an article*4 should be enough to demonstrate how vehemently we have embraced this idea: "it is, by definition, impossible to 'square' conviction with critical thinking. Reason and critical thinking are based on demonstrable facts and evidence; 'conviction' is subject to no proof or verification. It is an indictment of our educational system…that we pander to those whose only rationale for their beliefs is that they are absolutely terrified of the phrase 'I don't know.'"*5 But here is where we fail. Science, which we must remember, is an artificial device. That is to say, it is made by man, a schema whereby we can, in our limited mental ability, process and interpret data from our senses. Like logic, it is an attempt by man to reach what we can consider Truth, which is wholly independent of man's ability to recognize it. It is an extension of Reason, that intellectual capacity of man to understand and categorize by logic all things of the universe. But only an extension, one that is limited by its empirical demands. The victims of this are uncommon bedfellows: the Church and philosophers. Because philosophers are freed of the burden of empirical proof, their conclusions are labeled "speculative" and therefore easily dismissed as minor, light. But we must remember that philosophy, too, operates under Reason, and its objective is just as easily Truth. So too the church, which seeks to balance the demands of Reason and Faith, particularly combined in that paradox, as Kierkegaard and Tertullian both perceived, of the incarnation. But what is the overall point? In our society today we must acknowledge that Science is not the sole interpreter, or indeed laborer towards Truth. When we understand that science holds no monopoly over Truth, we can see where the syllogism fails. That which is unscientific, ie cannot be rendered provable by empirical evidence, thus by observation and reproduction, is not, without due consideration, rejected as false. If Science does not hold the only way to Truth, then we must understand there are other pursuits that can bring us to Truth. Those inquiries which utilize Reason, for instance (both philosophy and theology), and Faith and revelation. God, which cannot, and will never be proven scientific (for this would be to betray the idea behind science*6), may still be True without proof. It is therefore also fallacious that we should turn our scientific attentions to the analysis of faith. While it is in the philosopher's interests to consider the relationship of Reason and Faith, it becomes impossible to consider empiricially the function or foundation of Faith. As a metaphor I would propose the idea of using one's eyes to study love. Love, and Faith, do not operate on biological or scientific operations or procedures, and it is impossible to use the sense to fathom love. In the idea of Faith, it is presumptive to consider otherwise. A scientific exploration of faith must find, by definition, an unreasonable, un-empirical phenomenon. It is due to this intrinsically flawed pursuits that we have constructed a faith-science conflict. Aquinas adequately demonstrates the dual nature of man that we guide ourselves by both Reason and Faith, but to construct a false conflict between Science and Faith is to deny this dual nature. It is rather like pitting the Holy Spirit against Jesus as one is ethereal and immaterial, the other being flesh and material. We must consider with significant skepticism those who would propose a faith-science conflict, and even more those who suggest a solution to this conflict. We must also consider with due skepticism those areas in Science that propose to be scientific. Philip Johnson has highlighted a crucial consequence to the uncontested supremacy of Science in very common (but often presupposed faith-based) disputes over war, the Church, education, and politics. Although he speaks about evolution (or, more specifically, origins of man), Johnson touches upon these other conflicts: "The very fact that science speaks so authoritatively in our culture tempts ideologues…to claim the authority of science as validating claims that in fact are not testable by experiment, and that may go far beyond the available evidence. In a word, the scientific method can be counterfeited, and the counterfeit may be certified as genuine by the most prestigious authorities in our culture." (Johnson, 37) In conclusion, allow me to state that this is only a cursory summary of these various points. But the final point must be made clear: Science is not the only approach to the investigation of Truth: and that which is not scientific must not be considered de facto untrue. If we can begin to understand that on a cultural level, then we will find our theological and philosophical pursuits better considered, our lives enriched by the acceptance and appreciation of those facets which cannot and should not be proved.
Let us state at once that natural reason, left to its own devices, is adequate to attain certain truths concerning God and his nature...But it is most apparent that there is a knowledge of the divine nature infinitely beyond the grasp of the human understanding. This is a point which it is important to establish in order to silence the unbelievers who consider false all statements about God which our reason is unable to make. --Aquinas, paraphrased by GilsonI have noticed a certain trend in recent periodicals and comments by others that tend to confuse the role of science in our modern world. This is perfectly understandable when considering what strides science has rightly made and through what history it has come, but is for all that lamentably misapplied. In a word, we have made Science, known by its capital, as synonymous with Truth, and as a result, Faith has effectively been positioned as its opposite, its antithesis. What this implies on a social level must aggrieve us: what is seen as unscientific is therefore also seen as false. Those who embrace what is "false" can only embrace it by faith. What is "faith"-ful is thus seen as the typical Marxist/Frueudian "crutch", and religion is in a sad state therewith. Therefore let us consider the accurate relation of these ideas: science, faith, and true. To this cast of characters we must also add reason, logic, and philosophy. Together these weave a colorful tapestry, but the drama of their history is much more intriguing. For centuries, since St. Paul, Faith and Reason fought, arguing over which was primary in man. Augustine spoke of reason as the center of man, but then wrote of man such that he revealed the primacy of faith. After Augustine, centuries of Christian philosophers sought "Faith seeking understanding: that is, faith taken as a datum, a given fact within the individual's existence, then seeking to elaborate itself rationally as far as it can." (Barrett, 97) That is to say, Faith was sublimated into reason. Then came the powerhouse: St. Thomas Aquinas. By now Aristotle had been rediscovered, and philosophy swung about accordingly. He set out to define the boundaries of faith and reason: "our understanding [reason], using the testimony of the senses as its starting-point, can infer that God exists. But it is evident that the simple inspection of sensible things, which are effects of God and, consequently, infererior to him, are unable to bring us to a knowledge of the divine essence. There are, therefore, truths concerning God which are accessible to reason, and others which are beyond it." (Summa contra gentiles: Gilson, 18) Reason could understand so much, but at the end of reason, faith picked up. I wish to highlight some points in this. For one, notice that at this point, Science has not appeared. Second, that faith and reason are not contrary. For Augustine and Tertullian, the contest was not which was true, but which was primary in man. As Aquinas would state, re-interpreting a point an Aristotelian point, the end of philosophy was the end of an existence: the end of man was God, and thus non-reasonable and thus the realm of faith, but for that not untrue. But let us come back to Science, for that is the focus on this discussion. Scientific discussion is notably lacking because by Aquinas science (scientia. Latin, knowledge) had not become Science: it was simply vocabulary in the language of Philosophy and Theology.*1 But the age of Enlightenment (poorly named) urged the relatively minor and ill-trusted field of alchemy to expand and grow. The only real advantage the metallurgical study had was the ability of reproduction, or, in the professional argot, it was empirical. When others could absolutely reproduce the results on one experiment*2, its truth could be better assured. Proof (of truth) became the linchpin of Truth, and proof by reproduction. Slowly the age of positism grew, and Empiricism became Science and Truth was made contingent of Proof. The halcyon days of this dictum came in the Modern era (of the first half of the 20th century), which Science reigned supreme, even in the Church.*3 Only now are we beginning to see the crumbling of this uncontested supremacy of Science in the rise of experiential-based religion and emphasis on mysticism. But we still feel the backlash on Faith. Where does it stand within this morass of Science? Nowhere, was the common response. Most are familiar with Marx's opinions on religion, and Freud had similar ideas. Opponents and proponents alike of this progression (of Science as supreme) agree on the debasing effects of the "big three", Marx, Freud, and Darwin. Dr. Richard Leakey, in his most notable work Origins, states without reservation "certainly the science based on Darwin's notion…has a legitimate claim to being the greatest intellectual and philosophical revolution in human history," thus trumping the Agricultural Revolution, a topic more along the anthropologist's line of inquiry. Faith became the means by which outdated, primitive ideas could be held to, but should not, and could not stand up to scientific scrutiny. A cursory glance through the letters to the "Chicago Magazine" in response to an article*4 should be enough to demonstrate how vehemently we have embraced this idea: "it is, by definition, impossible to 'square' conviction with critical thinking. Reason and critical thinking are based on demonstrable facts and evidence; 'conviction' is subject to no proof or verification. It is an indictment of our educational system…that we pander to those whose only rationale for their beliefs is that they are absolutely terrified of the phrase 'I don't know.'"*5 But here is where we fail. Science, which we must remember, is an artificial device. That is to say, it is made by man, a schema whereby we can, in our limited mental ability, process and interpret data from our senses. Like logic, it is an attempt by man to reach what we can consider Truth, which is wholly independent of man's ability to recognize it. It is an extension of Reason, that intellectual capacity of man to understand and categorize by logic all things of the universe. But only an extension, one that is limited by its empirical demands. The victims of this are uncommon bedfellows: the Church and philosophers. Because philosophers are freed of the burden of empirical proof, their conclusions are labeled "speculative" and therefore easily dismissed as minor, light. But we must remember that philosophy, too, operates under Reason, and its objective is just as easily Truth. So too the church, which seeks to balance the demands of Reason and Faith, particularly combined in that paradox, as Kierkegaard and Tertullian both perceived, of the incarnation. But what is the overall point? In our society today we must acknowledge that Science is not the sole interpreter, or indeed laborer towards Truth. When we understand that science holds no monopoly over Truth, we can see where the syllogism fails. That which is unscientific, ie cannot be rendered provable by empirical evidence, thus by observation and reproduction, is not, without due consideration, rejected as false. If Science does not hold the only way to Truth, then we must understand there are other pursuits that can bring us to Truth. Those inquiries which utilize Reason, for instance (both philosophy and theology), and Faith and revelation. God, which cannot, and will never be proven scientific (for this would be to betray the idea behind science*6), may still be True without proof. It is therefore also fallacious that we should turn our scientific attentions to the analysis of faith. While it is in the philosopher's interests to consider the relationship of Reason and Faith, it becomes impossible to consider empiricially the function or foundation of Faith. As a metaphor I would propose the idea of using one's eyes to study love. Love, and Faith, do not operate on biological or scientific operations or procedures, and it is impossible to use the sense to fathom love. In the idea of Faith, it is presumptive to consider otherwise. A scientific exploration of faith must find, by definition, an unreasonable, un-empirical phenomenon. It is due to this intrinsically flawed pursuits that we have constructed a faith-science conflict. Aquinas adequately demonstrates the dual nature of man that we guide ourselves by both Reason and Faith, but to construct a false conflict between Science and Faith is to deny this dual nature. It is rather like pitting the Holy Spirit against Jesus as one is ethereal and immaterial, the other being flesh and material. We must consider with significant skepticism those who would propose a faith-science conflict, and even more those who suggest a solution to this conflict. We must also consider with due skepticism those areas in Science that propose to be scientific. Philip Johnson has highlighted a crucial consequence to the uncontested supremacy of Science in very common (but often presupposed faith-based) disputes over war, the Church, education, and politics. Although he speaks about evolution (or, more specifically, origins of man), Johnson touches upon these other conflicts: "The very fact that science speaks so authoritatively in our culture tempts ideologues…to claim the authority of science as validating claims that in fact are not testable by experiment, and that may go far beyond the available evidence. In a word, the scientific method can be counterfeited, and the counterfeit may be certified as genuine by the most prestigious authorities in our culture." (Johnson, 37) In conclusion, allow me to state that this is only a cursory summary of these various points. But the final point must be made clear: Science is not the only approach to the investigation of Truth: and that which is not scientific must not be considered de facto untrue. If we can begin to understand that on a cultural level, then we will find our theological and philosophical pursuits better considered, our lives enriched by the acceptance and appreciation of those facets which cannot and should not be proved.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
dog
By the experience of many of the aspects of the divine that are written of in scripture and accounts of the saints. Many of them I knew nothing of until after the experience I would come across an account of it in some text. These include Bliss, Ishwara, (God as light), Aum, the vibration of God's voice that creates and maintains the creation, the joy and the peace which is beyond the senses and of which there are no words to describe. There is nothing of the world that can overflow the consciousness or so satisfy the soul as the awareness of Reality that lies beneath the appearance of creation. In that experience one is assured of the reality of spirit and the transitory nature of what appears to be substantial and real but is in reality only a dream in the mind of God dreamed to express His glory. It is an intelligence so vast and profound that no mortal mind can comprehend even a single drop of the ocean of Its Being.
we all
we all are flesh and bones in the insidewe all are like you with different upbringings! we all bleed bloodwe all don't know the begining, future or it's end!!!!we all knoe we're all dying...we all don't know are meaning until we create one....we all have emotions even when we don't express them and only humanity can hold back humanityWhy trust anyone? or Why trust good or evil?
Saturday, June 27, 2009
chicken or egg
can tell you about the tree for sure. Objects do not really make sound in the first place. If a tree falls, it only makes vibrations. The ears pick up the vibrations and turn them into what we know as sound. So sound really only exists in a person's ear. So if a tree falls with no ears around, then it doesn't make a sound, it only makes vibrations. If there are people there, it still doesn't make a sound. Only our ears would produce the sound for us.The thing about the egg will not be known. If a person goes by the Bible, then the chicken came first, because God created the animals first. If you believe in other creation theories, then maybe you believe the egg was first. That is all I know about the egg thing.
punk rock
I'll tell you about punk rock: punk rock is a word used by dillitante's and heartless manipulators about music that takes up the energies and the bodies and the hearts and the souls and the time and the minds of young men who give what they have to it and give everything they have to it and it's a term that's based on contempt, it's a term that's based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism and everything that's rotten about rock'n'roll. I don't know Johnny Rotten but I'm sure... I'm sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did. You see, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself . And that music is so powerful that it's quite beyond my control and when I'm in the grips of it I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain, either physically or emotionally. Have you ever felt like that? When you just couldn't feel anything and you didn't want to either? Do you understand what im saying sir?
celts
Celtic civilization was far more advanced than people realize or choose to realise! For instance they introduced soap to Europe - up to that point people would rub themselves down with oil and scrape it off with a stirgil. Salt was another innovation - their salted hams were famous in classical times. Chain mail was another invention that the Romans used, and the Celtic falcata was a unique and feared weapon that was responsible for the Romans strengthening their shields and ensured that Spain resisted Roman domination for 200 years. Even after the Celtiberian leader Viriatus was crushed the Celtiberians were still resisting for many years afterwards. Not only did the Celts take Rome, but the gladius hispanicus was originally a Celtic shortsword before being put to devastating use by the Roman legions. The Romans were better organised, even after they left Britain to fend for itself, the Celts there managed to survive in Scotland, Wales, Cumbria and Cornwall. They were able to rally against the Saxons, the Picts and the Irish. Even the Irish king Niall of the Nine hostages was forced to raid France in search of easier pickings.The only reason that the Celts fell under Roman domination was the fact that they fought amongst themselves and were rarely united
Monday, June 22, 2009
rasin to basin
you can tell all the old war stories i don't think you are ready to hear mine ,when i think about the places i have been the bad things i have seen and the criminals and violent offenders and the drug addicts sticking steel right into there necks fuck its like a movie No a thousand movies horrors and dramas family films and porno and the places i lived rehabs and prisons and youth camps and detention center to mansions and beaches hills and parks cars and vans streets and closets .....fukon farmers hill... shout out to phil natale and bruce and dugan the summer we went to vegas and dale died in the van wreck ....and the love i got for the lutzs letting me sleep in their basement when i was 14 ....and muta remember st gaberials schoolfor the boys the bruder house .........they would hunt you down if you escaped and you know that i escaped from everywhere..............they came to get me at your house they surrounded the place and i never told you that i was a skipper and they wanted me .....i left without incident ..but when i returned to philly all had changed ...bruno shot and killed ...me in lockup.at st gabes ....
Thursday, May 21, 2009
buying shares in this place
they called it reciticisum i cant even spell it but i knew how to do it
it doesnt end here i can remember her words rene ducharme my attorney
i can rememeber why it got started and how it ended but in between i sure was lost
mazooka would call it doing life on the installment plan
it was only a temp thing to me though the eyes that shared my daily veiw
were less and less like me and more like you...
you were the ones in charge fucking up our country from the top down
always blaming the man stealing for bread
ohh look how bad he has become as the man up high on a self proclaimed thorn tosses down his verdict and judges me....yoo man can you believe it he wants to save me yoo .. he thinks i need saving ... reminds me of bad movie
it doesnt end here i can remember her words rene ducharme my attorney
i can rememeber why it got started and how it ended but in between i sure was lost
mazooka would call it doing life on the installment plan
it was only a temp thing to me though the eyes that shared my daily veiw
were less and less like me and more like you...
you were the ones in charge fucking up our country from the top down
always blaming the man stealing for bread
ohh look how bad he has become as the man up high on a self proclaimed thorn tosses down his verdict and judges me....yoo man can you believe it he wants to save me yoo .. he thinks i need saving ... reminds me of bad movie
michael vick
when i saw mike vick getting released from prison it sparked some memories of the concrete jungle thinking about that first moment when you are free again how everything looks brand new the cars were so shiny and bright it was almost like i was in space and everything was moving slow but everything was really brite
vick had a bragade of cars pick him up geuss he missed the feeling of wanting to see a familar face was all idid was sit in the car and they gave me two and a half years tippy stole the guitar from monk and kiefer pawned it noone else in the car went to jail infact the people who actually stole sold and recieved the money never went to jail just fuck murt
i knew vick did not know what that felt like ,i knew he did not know what it was like to spend 18 ,19,20 in prison for sitting in a car he will never know that after my release from another unjust sentence of two years for 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 here r the years of my life that was stolen from me by lehigh county fuck kevin martin fuck bodine and his shadrools and fuck judge davidson he is the worst kind of person ,my lawyer was found hung from a tree stand dead frank maddy or maddey was his name i will always wonder if they did that to him fuck lehigh county ,fuck allentowm police ,fuck the court house fuck lehigh county prison and specail fuck for the warden leroy beans who left the inmates run the jail fuck deputy dog who got shit thrown at him everynight as he padlocked eveycell in the old jail while getting abused and hit with toilet paper fuck the niggers who tried to rape fuck the spics who tried to rob me fuck the gaurds fuck the world
vick had a bragade of cars pick him up geuss he missed the feeling of wanting to see a familar face was all idid was sit in the car and they gave me two and a half years tippy stole the guitar from monk and kiefer pawned it noone else in the car went to jail infact the people who actually stole sold and recieved the money never went to jail just fuck murt
i knew vick did not know what that felt like ,i knew he did not know what it was like to spend 18 ,19,20 in prison for sitting in a car he will never know that after my release from another unjust sentence of two years for 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 here r the years of my life that was stolen from me by lehigh county fuck kevin martin fuck bodine and his shadrools and fuck judge davidson he is the worst kind of person ,my lawyer was found hung from a tree stand dead frank maddy or maddey was his name i will always wonder if they did that to him fuck lehigh county ,fuck allentowm police ,fuck the court house fuck lehigh county prison and specail fuck for the warden leroy beans who left the inmates run the jail fuck deputy dog who got shit thrown at him everynight as he padlocked eveycell in the old jail while getting abused and hit with toilet paper fuck the niggers who tried to rape fuck the spics who tried to rob me fuck the gaurds fuck the world
Sunday, May 10, 2009
After all
she came to me in a fantasy
as wild and passionate as i designed
but her flight was elusive
untamed and quivering in evey limb
her beauty seeemed to lift me from the ground and hold me
floating in mid air
with the music that i had never heard before
there is a sense of something i dont understand
she knows why my soul is haunted
that i lack something and it makes me incomplete
so maybe she could answer and make something of me
as wild and passionate as i designed
but her flight was elusive
untamed and quivering in evey limb
her beauty seeemed to lift me from the ground and hold me
floating in mid air
with the music that i had never heard before
there is a sense of something i dont understand
she knows why my soul is haunted
that i lack something and it makes me incomplete
so maybe she could answer and make something of me
some shit that reminds me of u
time does not bring relief you all have lied who told me time would ease my pain i miss her in the weeping of the rain i want her in the shrinking of the tides the snow melts from every mountain side and last years leaves are smoke in every lane but last years bitter loving must remain heaped on my heart and my old thoughts abide there are a hundred places that i fear to go so with their memory they brim and entering with relief so quiet place where never fell her foot or shoe her face i say there is no memory of her here and so stand stricken ,so remembering her
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
tea and toast
it had been a hard week on the streets and i had just woke up from sleeping at cherry hill behind the tanks i remember it was kinda cold that night none of my friends houses where i go are home so maybe i can go eat at my sisters i was suppose to be in school but i never went since eighth grade i would show up and some how pass once in a while ....but for the most part no home no school..i got to my sisters and she let me in she told me i could take a shower and she would fix me some tea and toast i needed a shower so i agreed when i got out of the shower sure enough hot lipton tea and some butter toast my favorite ....yummie..well two officers that had been chasing me showed up so i tried to run to the back door and there was a cruiser out back waiting i thought ok calm down and talk so i went back to the front room and told them you got me is it ok if i just finish my tea???well as soon as they said yes i felt like a fucking running back and plowed through botht the policeman knocking them to the floor one of them grabbed my foot and i kicked at him till he let go these were big cops ...so i broke free and sprinted out the front door and what do you know i was in the ward where i grew up ....i knew every alley and shortcut around they stood little chance of catching someone who had made chase a game the ward boys played daily.........
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
batman
wanna know how i got this way\
my stepfather was a bit of a boozer and a freak one night he goes off crazier then usuall
mommie grabbed the kitchen knife to defend herself he did not like that not one bit so me watching he takes the knife to her laughing as he does it he turns to me and says why so serious ...he comes at me with the knife he puts the blade against my throat and says why so serious ....lets put a smile on that face ........
my stepfather was a bit of a boozer and a freak one night he goes off crazier then usuall
mommie grabbed the kitchen knife to defend herself he did not like that not one bit so me watching he takes the knife to her laughing as he does it he turns to me and says why so serious ...he comes at me with the knife he puts the blade against my throat and says why so serious ....lets put a smile on that face ........
the doctor of wudang moutain
this is a story from along time ago but it is as true today as it was then it happened in a little village at the foot of wudang mountain as you know wudang mountain is in china in what is called hubei province life in the village moved along as can be expected joy and sadness mixed in appropriate measure .one very important personage of the village was the doctor .. he was loved and revered by everyone all would help him tend his rice fields he was given the plumbest chickens for feast and the sweetest fruit of the harvest even the richest man of the village would bow his head low when they met on the path ...one day all this changed .
the doctor was hurt and shocked no more kind words for him no show of respect no gifts for his enjoyment and well being instead cold stares and angry words behind his back in anguish the doctor finally cried out what have i done to deserve this ... dont u know the villagers answered last week mr wu took to his bed with a fever his throat is parched his head is hurting you failed us..i marvel at this long ago story how well these ancient folks understood that even though it is a great art to cure sickness it is even a greater art to keep the body healthy and glowing this story of thr doctor of wudang moutain should not come a suprise to us living in the west after all it was thomas edison who stated the doctor of the future will give no medications but will interest his patients in the care of the human frame ,dietand in the cause and prevention of disease
the doctor was hurt and shocked no more kind words for him no show of respect no gifts for his enjoyment and well being instead cold stares and angry words behind his back in anguish the doctor finally cried out what have i done to deserve this ... dont u know the villagers answered last week mr wu took to his bed with a fever his throat is parched his head is hurting you failed us..i marvel at this long ago story how well these ancient folks understood that even though it is a great art to cure sickness it is even a greater art to keep the body healthy and glowing this story of thr doctor of wudang moutain should not come a suprise to us living in the west after all it was thomas edison who stated the doctor of the future will give no medications but will interest his patients in the care of the human frame ,dietand in the cause and prevention of disease
Monday, May 4, 2009
the great walk
when you address a people by there right name that name must relate to land history and culture
all people go back to the geography of thier original origin and identify themselves no matter were they live on the face of the earth
we have overused the word black because black tells you how you look not who you are you can call a itailain white but that dont tell you anything about him
we r the only people who have seem to have lost that all essentail trait of geographical historical reference
all people go back to the geography of thier original origin and identify themselves no matter were they live on the face of the earth
we have overused the word black because black tells you how you look not who you are you can call a itailain white but that dont tell you anything about him
we r the only people who have seem to have lost that all essentail trait of geographical historical reference
america
we created a better place to be.. to live ..to die ..
we have justice and tranquillity
we have secured the blessings of liberty
we have so much
we have democracy
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we have justice and tranquillity
we have secured the blessings of liberty
we have so much
we have democracy
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concrete jungle
we want freedom we want justice and peace
we want the power to determine our destiny
we want full employment for the people
we want to work together
we want land bread housing clothing and education
we want education that reveals the true nature or this decatant american society
we want education that teaches us our true history
we want to know our roles in present day american society
we want to be exempt from military services
we want to end the robberies by the capitolists of our communities
we want a end to police brutality
we want all men released from prison that has not been tried by a jury of his peers
thier rights have been violated
we want a more perfect union
we want our rights under this goverment efficiently protected and not be in any respect lessened or impaired
we want a leader who is fit to be the leader of free people
we want to be reminded of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here
we want the attempts by legislature to extend unwarranted jurisdiction over us to end
we want the power to determine our destiny
we want full employment for the people
we want to work together
we want land bread housing clothing and education
we want education that reveals the true nature or this decatant american society
we want education that teaches us our true history
we want to know our roles in present day american society
we want to be exempt from military services
we want to end the robberies by the capitolists of our communities
we want a end to police brutality
we want all men released from prison that has not been tried by a jury of his peers
thier rights have been violated
we want a more perfect union
we want our rights under this goverment efficiently protected and not be in any respect lessened or impaired
we want a leader who is fit to be the leader of free people
we want to be reminded of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here
we want the attempts by legislature to extend unwarranted jurisdiction over us to end
cracks and holes
having problems loooking at the world kinda seeing seeing only big cracks and holes
i find myself looking for faults
a grey haired wiseman told me he could help with my problem
the man did not look like much to me ..broke dick looking wit no shoes and a long unkept beard n hair ...his eyes looked very clear though
along with his message to me
he told me to take this pair of sunglasses he had he said he got them from his father who got them from his father and so on...
well i mean to tell you i had no intention of seperating him from what i thought was probably one of his closest possesions you see ....
but he told me it would make everything look perfect to me ..
i never took the glasses off for the next year ...
i wear them less and less ..until now i dont wear them at all
but i have never had the heart to tell him that those glasses did nothing at all
i find myself looking for faults
a grey haired wiseman told me he could help with my problem
the man did not look like much to me ..broke dick looking wit no shoes and a long unkept beard n hair ...his eyes looked very clear though
along with his message to me
he told me to take this pair of sunglasses he had he said he got them from his father who got them from his father and so on...
well i mean to tell you i had no intention of seperating him from what i thought was probably one of his closest possesions you see ....
but he told me it would make everything look perfect to me ..
i never took the glasses off for the next year ...
i wear them less and less ..until now i dont wear them at all
but i have never had the heart to tell him that those glasses did nothing at all
robin hood
we are taught to remember the idea but not the person beacause the person can fail a person can be caught they can be killed and forgotten but 400 years later and idea can still change the world i have witnessed first hand the power of ideas i have seen people killed in the name of them and die defending them but you can not kiss an idea you can not touch it or hold it ideas do not bleed they do not feel pain and they do not love it is not an idea that i miss it is her ..
Sunday, May 3, 2009
fishing
my mom was living on the hamilton mall second story
my room looked right down on the strip were everyone cruised
never really told people that we lived there ...my mom lived there
my step father had just died of a overdose he died praying his lungs filled with fluids ...and his final breathes from this jumbo sized man were to his maker....
his family flew in for the funeral we were a black family now mom always told me that ....
lester had been kind to me and stood up for me but i was ashamed of him cuz he was black and now i was black too...once he took me fishing and we had to go to the drug house first he came out fucked up on something he was laughing and stumbling and fell down a few times ...i tried to help him stay up cuz we were going fishing we got gas in a gallon jug for the fire .....he fell down a big next to fountain steet into some trash cans and i tried to pick him up he was so heavy i was only 13...we made it to the fishing hole and lester tried to start the fire he seemed a little more sober ...the fire did not think so.. it lit him up geuss i used to much gas i thought it was funny ..but i did help
my room looked right down on the strip were everyone cruised
never really told people that we lived there ...my mom lived there
my step father had just died of a overdose he died praying his lungs filled with fluids ...and his final breathes from this jumbo sized man were to his maker....
his family flew in for the funeral we were a black family now mom always told me that ....
lester had been kind to me and stood up for me but i was ashamed of him cuz he was black and now i was black too...once he took me fishing and we had to go to the drug house first he came out fucked up on something he was laughing and stumbling and fell down a few times ...i tried to help him stay up cuz we were going fishing we got gas in a gallon jug for the fire .....he fell down a big next to fountain steet into some trash cans and i tried to pick him up he was so heavy i was only 13...we made it to the fishing hole and lester tried to start the fire he seemed a little more sober ...the fire did not think so.. it lit him up geuss i used to much gas i thought it was funny ..but i did help
warden leroy beans
there was a tunnel that ran under the court house to the jail man i must of walked through that sucker one to many times ....
i remember the smell of pot throughout the jail,first being put in that holding tank......
the old jail was a lunch box shaped 40 cell four man per ......
i could see the old gallows ... did i belong here ??
i remember scott hillegas coming to the holding cell ...i knew him
i wantted to go home ..though i did not know where that was ...maybe i am home
i remember the smell of pot throughout the jail,first being put in that holding tank......
the old jail was a lunch box shaped 40 cell four man per ......
i could see the old gallows ... did i belong here ??
i remember scott hillegas coming to the holding cell ...i knew him
i wantted to go home ..though i did not know where that was ...maybe i am home
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