My older eyes have been searching lately through the crowds of people tearing up My city
I understand protesting Hell... I have protested a bit myself
I understand... pushing hard personally I hate to be ignored
I myself have experienced quite a bit of prejudice myself most of my life
And before anyone pops off and tries to tell. me thats its different and trivializes my experiences
Consider this... I identify as a an old (60) Fat (long before it was trendy) Gay (came out same year as AIDS)
My whole life has centered around alternative lifestyles that have not r will or ethical
I have never been able to blend keep any kind of filter on my opinions nor conform to authorities just because...
All that being said... you should also know That I am loyal to a fault and a fixer, maker, creator...
My belief system is simple I believe in Good and Bad and Right and Wrong
occasionally, it becomes necessary to cross over to the Bad and Wrong side but as soon as possible return to where you belong
I believe we are all born knowing the difference and how a person handles that defines them
I have spent most of my life helping those who were considered "less than" by the powers that be
my first real epiphany in life taught me that fear was the greatest motivating factor in most peoples bad behaviour
my second one taught me that manners , wit, persistence and patience could head off 95% of those behaviours
my third was a difficult one it made me quit using the wrongs done to me as excuses for milking a situation instead of processing thro them
When I gave birth I knew innately that my child was my one chance to build a person as I believed they should be
That last thing I was going to do was install "untruths" pertaining to our behaviors or perceived inherent rights
You see, moving so much taught me that facts can change but truth is always the same Yet, perspective is everything
Now as I was saying my old eyes have been searchin the crowds... And listening to the storylines
Unfortunately... the majority are near misses right ideas wrong techniques
For instance... how does one bring about equality and inclusion by separating and blaming
I understand the anger remember Gay bashing was (is) a daily danger yes Black lives matter but so do all the others
I love my hometown Portland a beautiful diverse conglomeration of geeks, tweeks and freaks with a sprinkling of weirdos ,wackos and tightly wound wikinuts add to that a high tolerance for the" to each his own" school of thought
Micro beers and green **** have fueled grand discussions and deep conspiracy theories but we haven"t decided yet
So if you have the wear with all to riot violently and demand attention why is it that when you finally do have the worlds attention why do you not make your point?
And clean up after your selves! you trashed my home town and scared the locals into submission just to say nothing , walk away undramatically and leave my home trashed in your wake
I've thought long and hard and watched in the wings for the golden hour to emerge and have concluded this:
The time is right The issues are right The places are right the leaders have yet to fully develop
it not enough to see the problems we must be able to visualize the solutions and put down the need to be right while picking up the need to do right
Take the descriptive language out of the for front quit insisting we revisit old wounds let them heal All lives matter...period
Also make the rules we are expected to abide be universal in no ones world should it be ok to **** some one because they don"t stop when you tell them to and if you do **** someone expect to pay dearly for it,
Just like when we were kids... just because you can beat someone doesn"t make you right it makes you a bully
And finally one last item.. equalize leadership ideals! Money does not make a hero courage to stand up for rights does
Re-think our priorities... please! Quit instilling $$$$ as a value or ethic it is merely a vehicle in which we travel the actual destination is the goal (ps)-( hint) it's much less fun alone
Keep in mind ... your manners will get you further than your mouth ever will but what we need to be thinking about is when the dust settles and we arrived at our destination will we like the place and people that are here too?
One last epiphany to mention remember the pendulum once things are stirred up and more easily rearranged clean up the mess and set things down in a place that allows them to become common place. because really our ultimate goal is to become a non-issue Only when the issues are not even brought up will it be successful he"s not a gay man across the street he just a man only when we become willing to be bland and "just another" will we approach balance and ultimate nirvana
Just an old gals personal opinion after a lifetime of fighting the good fight
Milady, are thy in need of a handkerchief? Or an escort out while we take our leave? I'll shield you from those who wish to harm Why are thou feelings so shallow yet so warm? Must remain my posture even though she makes my heart wild Even wilder than the desires of Adam and Eve's Child
Oh Milady wait for me, I have an umbrella Who am I? Oh i am just a mere uptown fella What do i want? No i do not wish these haunting desires Anyone who says i am that dishonorable are nothing but liars. No Milady, please wait! i wish you for who you are No Milady, Don't leave me now after you have left this scar...
We live to love.. We live to learn.. All the earth won't be enough for us.. If we live without tolerance.. If we live with love.. And even if the land isn't enough.. We live in every heart.. Spread it among all humans.. The mean of peace.. With love and smiles.. Spread it to the world.. The mean of peace... With love, smile and beautifull manners...
My feet straighten out as I walk up the road A typha in my left palm and a worn warm stone Sentimental? Or just the dust of petals in my mind? I just passed a great big pine What is mine? Is that mine? A great fine diner is up ahead; entrance of town and once my homestead with a paint chipped door schedule written in lead Peering through the window There's no breeze though but the lights glow but the plants grow How can I know? What do I know The small bell dings and I crash back The legs walk in let the door smack I grab my chest and eyes wet my chin When did the shudder begin? Felt Felt a soft red cloth wipe my cheek Is it her or is it what they think? a memory it can be and certainly hurts like a memory A sip from a coffee she blows on it softly a snapping blink in the glass whispering with moments that pass as much as I want to try to be
I woke up in a glade of gray Littered fingers and threads of grass flay Moistened hair, a dampened glare An enameled heart that stings Scattered birds have yet to sing Will it ever matter? The soft brown dirt pushes down as I rise up The light rain has filled my old tin cup Ridges rusted and my eyes are dusted My wrist-watch is broken and can't be trusted Fire flies in a jar, they won't get far lighted my night as my cigarettes tarred my weakened lungs but elevated my strung- out manners It's getting lighter as my skin gets tighter The clouds shift as the sun gets brighter I miss the moon, but I know that soon the day will pass but I won't see noon How blue Blue