Monday, January 30, 2023

The Last Dance Lament/Fearless Into Forever

 When I am dead, they will flock to the blog, and cry fake tears in huffy near hysterical indignation, how they loved me so much, but something was wrong with only me and they had to give up. And I will be looking down or up from somewhere smiling, thinking. I'm free...finally, deliciously, free...    

Highest Light/Love/Laughing My Ass Off On A Rainy Dawn/In Babylon

 City Bush Muvahisms๐Ÿค—

-I will believe in cosmic soulmates/twin souls, yada yada yada, when everybody has a source of income and make the same amount, sharing expenses equally.

-Not good, not bad, just is, and keep it moving.

-It's not the size that matters, Yes, it is.

-No lies told here.

-Give the thanks, for deh life.

Sunday, January 29, 2023

The Fentanyl Crisis: Stories of Heartbreak and Hope

FENTANYL POISONING: Sebastian Moreno's Story

The Memories That Gather Grief/Black Mother's Lament/The ICU Chronicles

 you think it's over, then they kill another black boy, and the memories rush back like a blue black tsunami leaving you cowering within and begging for mercy,  peace will not be still today. hug your babies...

New Zealand Floods Live: Deadly Flooding Turns Auckland Into River/Pray

No Mo Warm And Fluffy Blog/Where Is The Fucking Outrage/Kristallnacht2023๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ‘น

 Outraged..Alone..Not Lonely..Raw..Rejuvenated.. Serene..Ready..Proud..Sad..Sober..Mad..Hurt..inspired..Exhausted.. and curious enough to hold on and see how it all turns out.

It begins again, and everybody is at Starbucks๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿค’๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜ค

Friday, January 27, 2023

African Healing Drum/Supa Bob/Gambia


Sadhguru/On How to Manifest What You Really Want/GuruSan

Kobe๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ—ฃGianna/Rest Their Souls


Ancestral Strength Be Still/The Weight Feel Heavy/From A Mama Of Black Boys

Once he turned 13 every time I heard sirens my throat would clench and my stomach go to leaves
When he walked through the door all bouncy Hi Mama!!
My knees would go weak.
This time, this day, not mines.๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ’”

At The End Of Time/Dancing That Last Dance/Twirling Towards Hope

 for every black mother that has sat in an intensive care unit afraid to leave your son's room because they are/were afraid that the police sergeant would unplug he from his life support machines after a "police involved incident. for every little brother or sister who watch their futures change on a dime forever and no longer not carefree if they ever were, you get changed when the brother hood in blue line hits your home. No society can survive this hate. no hearts can survive this constant breakIng.๐Ÿ’”

Peace Be Still...๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ

Good Morning Heart Ache/Sit Down/Mourning A Young King

 Memories of joy and laughter and looking deep into the eyes of Home. Robert Timothy -Anton I miss you. I love you.  Not sure how to keep th...