Hello, is any body out there?

It's been a long enough time that I have forgotten about this blog, and have come back to it. Taking a break from this one, I suppose I opened a new one. I'm a serial account holder, and scatter brain, but HEY! Those are the kind of folks that make geniuses. :-) Looking through magnifying glass spectacles from a distance, at a current situation I find myself in; I realize it's not as trivial when you have just the smallest amount of support. There's a bunch of us "in the struggle", and in light of this month and in honor of the civil struggle, I'll vent not here, but to my meditations, and release to my/our ancestors. I'm hoping for more hope, because it's what helps get us by in the time we're waiting on that raft called faith, to row us into a better stream of life. NO? What am I talking about? Guess, only time will tell AND We'll see. <3 Cheers.

Hurricane Mind Power

It has been a while since I have posted an electronic blog, but today I'm feeling as if it is necessary. Today I woke up feeling angsty and a bit uneasy from a dream I had, and the weather patterns occuring on the east coast itself. Hurricane Sandy has hit, and is turning lives upside down. Here in Detroit, we're dealing with high winds, rain, and a chilly chilly atmosphere. Atop of that we are still dealing with foreclosure, eviction, crime, violence, poverty, deportation of our citizens, hate, rape, and death. Standing on my solidarity soap box, I continue to turn the cheek, puff my chest out and bare down for the next round of community assistance I can help with. Today when I was expecting to take it easy, and manage some things around my house, I got a call for help. A local woman was being evicted from her home, and was in need of hot food, space heaters, blankets and community love. Some local super heros, and movers came to assist her in getting her things out of her said foreclosed home, and I handled the hot food side of things. A friend and fellow community activist informed me of the assistance needed and was to come pick up the hot food and care package I had prepared. Care package: New space heater Two blankets Sweaters Toilet paper Napkins Cutlery Hot Local Vegetarian home cooked food Love When they arrived I could not help but invite them inside to eat, and prepare them some hot tea. The seven of them took a seat at my dining room table and ate like they had not in days. I put on a tea kettle and we began to chit chat; stories were shared, smiles were had, and when they finished I was asked to enter a gratitude circle. Me, being in a funky mood until I put all the love I had into the pan of food, agreed and stepped bravely into the circle - accepting what they had to give. Each of these super heros went around and told me how I inspired them, and how grateful they were for me. This made me, fill with joy and only want to explode with love beams all over thier faces. The underground network within this city is similiar to that of the underground railroad. If you need assistance, and solidarity - a network of folks are ready for your call; and waiting to help. Where else can you find that? This city amazes me everyday. And I am ever so thankful to be a part of it. I suppose I'm losing my train of thought, here wearing a grin so wide my face feels like it could split. I guess all this post was meant to express was, Solidarity, and Fellowship from fellow human beings is the way we will get through this second depression, this sorry scraping episode the city is still going through, and everyday life. Power to the people. Power to Detroit(ers). <3

Detroit - A soulful city with a heart of gold & a mind of a felon.

Why we're left again, questioning taxes and city residents upheaving from the mouth of Detroit; I know not and I know all at the same time.

Trusting intuition, I go with it, pack my things and move further into the heart of the city.
An even more cultural, and ethnic area, that is also "Bankrupt" and going downhill.

It is the mere act of this that will help save the city.
Contributing to Urban Gardening, Community Service, and helping my fellow man, I too have pride and a pedestal for my city that I call home. Detroit.

I care not what news broadcasters, magazine articles & nay sayers have to say about my town.

Yes the population is down to it's lowest since the 1920's, but to me this says, ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT.

Must we always navigate towards the NEGATIVE?

It is the youth of today that will save this city; that will bring the light and vibrations to a higher much more positive realm. Together we must stand hand in hand and make a difference; even if it is painting a little graffiti art on a wall Instilling in passer byers TO NOT LITTER if they love their city. Even if it is pitching it to clean up an old field and plant some flowers for a much prettier and greener area in the community. Even if it is writing ONE letter to the city letting them know there is an abandon home that childeren can be hurt inside of, in your neighborhood.

Suburbanites: Do not fear the city, or the "hooligans" in it. Don't let them overturn our MOTOR CITY into a MOTOR MOUTH of Bullshit.
It's time to take our city back, and make peace with what was, and what is to be.


Viva Detroit Revolution.

It's what we do.

Snapping
Popping
Bang Bang Bang.

The whole neighborhood grows silent
The childeren stop laughing
the dogs stop barking
and the smell of barbeque draws out of the air

pants low
hats lower
skies grey
hopes greyer

wondering who's going to be widowed next?

Walking alone
scared but brave enough
artistic and invinceable
creative and destructable
female
white
target

stop questioning
pressuring
assuming you know the end outcome

hoping to hear the right answer
which answer is right?
who knows anything about anyone here
who knows were here?

screaming, smiling, laughing, living.
loathing the upper hand that lay us down
to sleep at night
to not peep at night

smokey clubs and smokier lungs
tattered shoes from dancing
so much

cluttered minds, and thumping hearts
standing outside, jump starting cars
ghettos, getting more ghetto as time turns

fading reality, which way do I turn?

Detroit, Detroit.
You've never fallen off my map.
Detroit, land of opportunity?
Well how about that...

Self Realization.

Hello cold air, colder snow and even colder wood floors.
Here in Detroit, it's gusts of snow filled wind, and chills up the spine.
As you shuffle your feet across the white dusted pavement running to your car,
you can only hope there's not a thirty dollar ticket sitting on your windshield due to the meter eating your quarters, and saying it's expired.

Wiping the snow from your face and squinting your eyes you see a Tavern,
and in you go, into the warmth, for a warm cup of coffee with a warm shot of Jameson.
Ah, Life, it happens boy.
And it happens the hardest when you're least expecting it.

The bartender is an old bar marm, says she's worked there twenty one years & is pretty quick on the coffee refills. The whole place smells of barbeque chicken and beer, the windows steamed up just around the edges and the hum of the t.v. and juke box sent a vibration around the bar that created a comfortable feeling, just enough to be good in your seat, with your drink in your hand, and conversation in your mouth. And, we wait.

The car is covered in snow at this point, there are notes all over it: PLEASE DO NOT TOW: CAR BROKE DOWN, WENT FOR HELP WILL RETURN. , WILL RETURN - METER BROKEN WENT FOR HELP- PLEASE DO NOT TICKET OR TOW., two hours in the pub and the occasional checking out the window to ensure it wasnt being towed, and its time to go peek at it see if any tickets or guff has been done to it....and BAM, thirty dollars for a no standing zone after six p.m, and the snow had covered all of the notes.....aye yae yae, somebody get me a tow truck.

Fish and chips, even though I'm a vegetarian, something's different in the air tonight..
There's more to this car conundrum than sitting around all day, this is some sort of transition....I just havent figured it out yet.

Detroit, you're a despicably magical place....aren't you?