A BEAR OR A GUY
FEEL SAFER WITH WHICH AND WHY
CORNELL WOMEN CRY
Used books were sold each semester.
Los Angeles City College bookstore, and
California State University, Long Beach ...
They, too, sold used books.
I've been in possession of some -
Students felt fortunate stumbling on the right one,
For some classes commenced without certain books -
"Liberation Theology" was one such book-
I'd already own a copy signed by Dr. Cornell West
He spoke at Dr. Maulana Karenga's center one Sunday.
The point I want to make is:
Some used books held handwritten notes-
Students left their marks on pages of time.
And as the years passed, I formed a habit -
That habit told me not to borrow library books.
Why? I read, and like breeze with leaves, I twiddle words.
To deface another person's property... how trifling.
And so, I'd browse Barnes & Noble, and
Thrift stores housing books I would purchase and cherish.
For I know countless poems will come to mind
For I have seen haiku moments in my travels,
For when I die, find me on pages of time.
*
Visual artist Joseph Cornell
hit the spot,truth to tell
In a collage of poetic reverie
of glass boxes* you see
*https://www.royalacademy.org.uk
"Who Do You Think You Are?"
She said, “Do you think LOVE is real?”
He said,
“LOVE is all there is.
It permeates all dimensions and all are asking for it.”
She said, “How can that be,
when throats are cut and lives beheaded on screen real time
and forgotten on a flippant air wave?”
He said,
“The World is estranged like a child and parent,
like a lover scourned,
wanting Me,
present,
to answer
Everything"
She said, “Do you not have all the answers?”
He said, “Inside you, there is me. You All have the “Answers".
Silence
is a door closed
on real
LOVE
Backs turned
are a united
child
spurned and
recalcitrant
wanting
answers
for
Honest
Men
and Women.
Disbelief
Never begs;
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
1 Corinthians 13:13
"Black Hole Sun" Soundgarden
https://youtu.be/TZThOsCv2Mw
"Black Hole Sun" Chris Cornell (beautiful rendition)
https://youtu.be/oObvBpsTxEk
"Black Hole Sun" Katie Noonan (beautiful rendition)
https://youtu.be/BdANzSLTRQ4
A National Tribute To Chris Cornell
Such a treasure! He'll always live in our hearts, and nothing can take that away from any of us. The beauty of death can sometimes make treasurable moments, that we all band together in moments that break worlds such in his memorable footprints that he left behind for us to live on, not forgetting his time here, but seeing the beauty that he left to just stop, look around and see them like this.
Rock on in those Sky's of blue, you will never be forgotten in our lives, and hearts, and souls. You were an inspiration to many, and talented singers, writers, and music encouragement to millions. Thank you, for being the artist you were, I'm grateful. You're loved and still loved, and your love will remain here in this life for all eternity as it is marked now. Inspiring artists you were, R.I.P Chris Cornell and play your music and sing your songs to Angel's up there including God! God Bless you, brother...
With Deep Sorrows,
William Darnell Sr.
There are men who deserve to be loved
just because of their eyes,
naked souls which whisper
straight to your heart.
Star dust, soulmate, God's elemt.
Call it whatever you want,
there are no words explaining that bond.
Men you do not need to meet or touch
to offer them all the world's love
right from the moment you first heard them,
or looked into their pure, heavenlish, sad eyes.
Only God knows why we miss them
when they are gone.
Why we feel like if someone
ripped out a piece of us...
A piece we never knew we had.
And probably only God knows why
men who deserve that kind of
unconditional, inexplainable love
decide to give up and leave
while our hearts are broken into pieces
and refuse to accept their absence.
Even wind smells, feels and sounds like them...
In loving memory of Chris Cornell who has touched my soul in a very strange and inexplainable way.
Daily mounting pressures
What hides behind the eyes
You've tried your best to catch her
This crazy thing called life
While imitating art
No one saw you draw the signs
Sadly here you are
Dressed up like suicide
If you had asked permission
Would they grant the fall
Have you ever heard them listen
To your cries before
Set with tunnel vision
To the world outside
Giving out you give in
Dressed up like suicide
What was once distance thunder
Now goes off in your head
The down pour pulls you under
Held by the hand of death
A cushion for your problems
Sign on the dotted line
Smoke em if you got em
Dressed up like suicide
Although there's an average of 120 suicides a day in America alone the death of Chris Cornell was a real shocker to me and once again puts this tragedy to the forefront.
I beg you, please seek help....
For yourself and your loved ones.
The Great Blue Heron always does its best
While hatching, fledging, high atop its nest;
With Nature’s rhythms every day is blessed,
As surely as the Sun sets in the West.
The heron pair take turns to go on quest,
Come back to tend the young, by life possessed;
When one departs, the other stays at rest,
With awesome grace.— At camera’s behest,
I watch and wonder, uninvited guest.
Men seek conceits, awards, to be conferred,
Then strut and fret with pridefulness absurd;
Some dote upon a poet’s every word…
But I’d prefer to be more like that bird.
~ Harley White
[Poem inspired by viewing the Great Blue Heron nest on live camera at Cornell Lab of Ornithology]
What’s on your mind today: Do Tell? #2
Binders full of women; where? what is the price?
Governor that is so nice
Was it the pioneer women? "No
It's the women from Massachusetts
Not the pioneer women
who feed the hogs?
Attend to the children
And fed the chickens
But the modern women who attend
Harvard, Princeton, Yale and Cornell
Prestige Colleges and Universities
A binder full of educated women
Mr.R you would have been better off saying
I am going to give a voice to all women
Whose experiences might otherwise have been overlooked?
My Administration new passed word from now on is going
to be"Ladies First"
Pulled up your bumper babies
Vote for me.
Radiolarium & portugese man o' war
The most precise paridgm I ever saw
Blaschkas' legacy..a materclass
Now long lost in the past
Living flowers in Harvard glass.
Leo & Rudolf Blaschka 19th cntury Bohmians creators of these unique intricate glass sea sculpture
See moe @ www.pangalactictrading.com/Jellyfish/slides/JellyFish004.html
& @
exhibits.mannlib.cornell.edu/blaschka/life_work/index.htm
The thirst consumes me
Blocking out my thoughts
I cannot think
What was I doing again?
Where was I going?
Damn I need a drink!
Liquor store here I come…
Searching the car for change
The thirst takes over
Driven by rage, I search
Quarter by quarter my thirst grows stronger
Finally, I have enough!
Walking into the store
feeling like a hero,
People calling out my name,
I am a hero!
Transaction finished,
I am a god,
Drunk with passion,
I twist off the cap.
By: John Cornell
Stepping outside myself,
I slowly watch the days pass,
With each day ignorance is replaced with pain
As life consumes my dreams I slowly become…
A product!
Serial number and all I am a product
But who is my manufacturer?
Who has made me this way?
Looking for answers alls I see is you!
Shaping my existence just to fit your needs.
Suddenly realizing,
I am grown
Youth long lost to a society of critics
All that now remains is the broken shell of a man
A man who just desires youth,
Youth only found in drunken memories
Memories of a youth long lost to a society of critics~
By: John Cornell
Walking the dogs I try to escape life
I freeze, as I stand alone in the cold
Dog urine turns white to yellow as I watch,
Waiting patiently for the little brown gift
Finally there it is!
I bend slowly to pick it up,
Too bad more people didn’t do the same.
Damn Dogs~
By John Cornell
Why are theses roaches everywhere?
How did they get here?
Why should I care?
I am a clean person yet still I share with them…
Food, water anything they want
Roaches are everywhere!
Roaches don’t care about kids
Roaches don’t care about economic status
Roaches live within us all
Fighting to survive an impossible fight
Exterminator or not they live!
Nuclear war or not they will live!
Roaches are a lot like me
Inside looking for a place to make their own
A place that finally they can call home.
By: John Cornell
I drink to escape thought
The more I think the less I know
The more I drink the more I show
The pain that I feel inside
The pain that I have learned to hide
Sometimes I may cry, or just watch time pass by
Either way life is escaping me
Each day brings me closer to the end
My life I will wish to mend, but all is too late
Time is over for me….
For with death…
I have a date.
By John Cornell
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