Freedom comes from understanding
Understanding highlights compassion
Compassion gets strength from kindness
Kindness open minds to be teachable
Teachable minds are reasonable
Reasonable people gain inner piece from unity
Unity makes truth meaningful
Meaningful disagreements are positive
Positive change ignites real freedom
Victor Timmons 2024
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 1:25 PM UTC
Born at night by the discarded mom
Loving and caring life goes on
My brother and sister fun abound
Until the day that man came around
New life with the man of pain
Running for hours I don't feel sane
Pulling the rope makes me strong
Hit me and beat me I wish to belong
Eyes bright, I’ve seen the light
Eyes red, he beat my head
Eyes filled with hate, is this my fate
Eyes go gray, he has nothing to say
Eyes no sight, he made me fight
Death of a fighting dog
Teach me to **** with out a care
Throw me a cat or dog, hate
Maybe after the fight, love
Into the pit this is finely it
He grabbed at my head I tore off his ear
We fought in the pit as they cheer
As we fight it soon becomes clear
Lost the fight and my end is near
Eyes bright, I’ve seen the light
Eyes red, he beat my head
Eyes filled with hate, is this my fate
Eyes go gray, he has nothing to say
Eyes no sight, he made me fight
Death of a fighting dog
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 1:23 PM UTC
Half the picture all that’s required
Preaching truths by holy liars
Greener grass brainwashed desires
Half a song is all that’s required
Words of the FOX the sheep do admire
Idiots information overloaded empire
Reacting to stimulus with a red cap
A little honey sweetens the crap
Spoon fed perception springs the final trap
Half a thought is that’s required
Critical thinking intentionally gets smaller
Media highlighted brain rot laser fired
Half the people is all we require
Perceived freedom controllers the shellfire
They’re stealing your jobs propaganda news wire
Reacting to stimulus with a red cap
A little honey sweetens the crap
Spoon fed perception springs the final trap
Victor Timmons 12/10/2024
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 9:17 PM UTC
I would like to tell you a story about a soul. A soul that was as clean, pure and gentle as soul can be. Rarely in live do we meet someone or some animal who never wanted anything but to give love. This story can’t be told without talking about her caretaker and my wife.
About 12 years ago an injured kitten was released to Everett Animal Shelter. The kitten had no use of it’s hind legs and was incontinent. In those day it was almost 100% chance that this kitten was going to be put down. Don’t feel sad/mad about this, nature’s way can be very cruel. The her fate sealed, this was much more humane ending.
My wife took it home to see if the kitten could be rehabilitated. We had been fostering kittens for a while and had a safe room for her. After getting her settled in we look at each other saying without words “Now what”?
Well the first thing that needed to be done was give her a name. We talked for a bit and I explained to my wife “She needs a strong name. She needs a strong black female name. She going need it to help her through life”. The strongest black female name I knew was Rosa Parks. That became her name.
Rosa being incontinent was, well to be honest, was a stinky kitten. Stinky kitten became one of her many nicknames, HA. Rosa needed to learn how to take a bath. If you ever tried to give a kitten/cat a bath you know it’s not really a good idea. So my wife dives right in, picks her up and takes her to bathroom for her first bath. Rosa being the soul she was just sat in the sink and took her bath. She didn’t fight it, she never hissed or got angry. She just took her bath. This attitude towards water lead us to try water therapy.
Water therapy was a home job for us. We would fill a storage tote with warm water and put this rear palatalized kitten in it up to her neck. Now for first time in a few weeks this kitten Rosa could stand up with the water supporting her weight. This went on for the first year of her life. This was the start of many treatments such as acupuncture, a sling in her room and massage. She did all of it never complained about anything.
It didn’t take to long and soon Rosa was strong enough to stand and wobble out a step or two. After a few months of no more improvement it became clear that a decision needed to be made about what to do with her. Is her quality of life such that gets returned for euthanasia or is she happy and do we commit to her care. We knew that she could never live the life of a normal cat. She would never be able to go outside unsupervised, she could never be inside unsupervised except in her safe room. She was healthy and always happy so the commitment was made.
Rosa had her safe room but what to do with her when we can supervise her. Rosa needed a wheelchair. After doing some research we found a local company that makes wheelchairs for pets. After getting her sized up the day came she had her chair. We put Rosa in her chair and in no time she was zooming around the room. Rosa is mobile!!!
My wife and I would take Rosa and Cocoa (look for the story ‘Cocoa’s Ghost’) for walks around the block. Animal Rescue Foundation who had paid for Cocoa issues and Rosa’s early expenses told the Everett Herald newspaper about this and Rosa went mainstream. Look up the news article ‘Pets get a second chance’ if your interested reading it. Needless to say walking a cat in a tiny wheelchair got attention.
One of the things that was very special about Rosa was she loved being a foster mom. My wife would often bring home sick kittens, tiny kittens and just overflow from the Everett Shelter and put them in Rosa’s safe room. Rosa always excepted those kittens as her own within a day or two. I often thought it would have been funny to learn about the birds and the bees from her perspective.
Me “Rosa, where do kittens come from”.
Rosa “Well first you eat some food, then you **** then you go to sleep and BAM kittens”.
There were many, many times a sick kitten would just curl up in her belly and sleep with it’s now mother Rosa. She was so good with the kittens. She would cuddle, discipline, clean and try to feed when needed. The kittens in her care got a family with a loving mother and bothers and sisters, often unrelated. She truly seemed to enjoy motherhood.
This was Rosa’s and my wife’s life for 12 years. Feed Rosa, squeeze Rosa, clean Rosa and love Rosa. Last night that most of that ended. A few weeks ago Rosa stopped eating and drinking. After $1000 of tests, weeks of fluids, syringe feedings and with no answers we made the choice and gave the gift. Rosa died the same way she came into our lives, in my wife’s arms.
I wrote this not to make you sad. I wrote this to share a clean, pure and gentle soul with you. Some of you reading this may have one of her kittens living with you now: a small piece of her soul living with you now. Enjoy her gift to you.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC
Our Freedom is your Failure
Our Unity is your Undoing
Our Confidence is your Collapse
Our Knowledge is your Killing
Our Unbreakability is your Uncertainty
Our Integrity is your Imperfection
Our Solution is your Scream
Our Imagination is your Ignorance
Our Sovereignty is your Sickness
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Written by Victor Timmons
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
It's heart breaking to know that the best thing was a shelter.
It's heart breaking to know the shelter was the only love for you.
It's heart breaking to know that nothing could have been done.
It's heart breaking to know the suffering had to end.
It's heart breaking to know that many think that shelters are evil.
It's heart breaking to know many think shelters are full of killers.
It's heart breaking to know many will never accept the role they played in the heart breaks
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 11:53 AM UTC
Today I watch your eyes fade to black
Today I listen to your final whispered silence
Today I feel your body sleep it's final rest
Today I loved you as your peace came
Today I release your soul to be young again
Today I set your spirit free to run joyfully again
Today I will be strong for you
Today I will cry for you
Today I will smile for you
Today I will remember you
Today I put the end in a box and gave you the gift
Written by Victor Timmons 12/5/2016
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 3:47 AM UTC
I have watched myself die before
I have killed myself many times
I have let others **** me daily
Sometime I die slowly and painfully
Sometime I die violently and painfully
Sometimes I die passively and painfully
Each time I am reborn a little older
Each time I am reborn a little wiser
Each time I am reborn I ask myself
Who am I?
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 3:31 AM UTC
The freedom not to go anywhere
The mute color of personal reality
The faithless faith in branded insanity
The silent scream that only I hear
The dry bleeding that only I feel
The dark barrier I built by time
The final escape is happening finally
The ghosts behind my eyes cry alone
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
Torture is reading your words and not hearing your voice
Torture is hearing your voice and not seeing your face
Torture is seeing your face and not having you
Torture is never being tortured by you again
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC