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Im Dominique, im not bipolar, adhd or depression to say the least! I am tall but afraid of heights, I am strong but I am light. I wont break but bend? I might, Ill have ideas trapped in the coils of my mind only to be ignored for not speaking in time. Hands sweat, knees hurt but damn it we gotta work!
The sun hasnt risen but you know I have, to the job on time no matter the reason! Wind so cold cuts your cheeks, still abandoned and reformed. Told to be yourself until you do and they say you're boring. In the this dark space with no map, hoping to duck the problem of this gap. Hearing the sirens and the horns of the streets, darkness so black you see some hope. The absence of light brings fear to those whom grew in the light. To head lights you see only to be met with the bus, you remember youre at the bus stop and that life goes on.
The day ends the same as it began, so dark you take pills to get vitamins you miss from the light. Physical you're alive, is all you hear at every appointment. Nevertheless you dont speak to honest at therapy, We have things we never tell. Even to the ones we hold close, Every step is torture on whats left of the knees. The only thing that makes it worse is the knowledge that quitting is failure but staying is slow endless torture. So every morning you wake and fight depression, I hope you arent confused because fighting depression is job where enjoying life is a vacation, youre therapist is management, your pills are coffee and break time is when you sleep. No pay. No vacation and no clocking out.
What formerly got celebrated as adventitious age of exploration...
1492 unleashed, jump/
kick started, and downloaded
a bittorrent götterdämmerung
spelling genocide of indigenous peoples
occupying Turtle Island,
now surviving tribes
just a shell of their former grandeur.
At present Columbus day
linkedin with high dudgeon
courtesy scattered remnants
of once proud nations
occupying contiguous United States
plus calling Alaska and Hawaii
their happy hunting grounds,
enshrine actual or mythologized
spectacular pièce de résistance
instances when counting coup.
I recollect needing to know
scores of years ago
when a student attending grade schools
within Lower Providence District
as an important bit of information
contributing to (white washed) history
of western civilization
(and never forgot)
recalling the names Nina, Pinta,
and Santa Maria associated
with heroic measures undertaken
by Cristóbal Colón,
(but also been referred to,
by himself and others, as Christoual,
Christovam, Christofferus de Colombo,
and even Xpoual de Colón)
five hundred and thirty years ago,
who purportedly "discovered"
the Americas, when in
fact native occupants of the land
already dwelled upon
the then island paradises.
He/him and subsequent swashbuckling
gung-ho high spirited men
set sail across expanse of ocean(s)
exhibiting eager intent to claim
untrammeled storied quintessentially
opulently magnificent kingdoms
intoxicating greedy Europeans.
Blatant exploitation inexorably nudged
courtesy trickery vis a vis hook and crook
to grab good & plenty treats
forcibly wrested by violence
sabotaging the delicate webbed wide world
constituting millenniums of heavenly bliss,
where marauders wantonly ransacked
indeed lacking absolute zero selflessness
forcing diverse autochthonous nations
to acquiesce and surrender
ancestral grounds to aggressive, coercive
and offensive Europeans hell bent
to populate occupied territory
commandeering, humiliating, manhandling,
poisoning, subdividing, triangulating
every square inch
encompassing fruitful grand home
of rightful heirs to stolen
near boundless tracts
eventually hashtagging uncharted
pristine green acres
spanning from sea to shining sea
becoming commercial real estate
falsely claiming a haven
housing home of the free
land of the brave.
A family affair
A big hotel was built in our rather shy town
the hotel's façade faced the town's lake that
had many birds that visitors thought charming
the hotel needed many casual workers, such
as cleaning rooms, corridors, and plates, and
cups after guests, we thought was posh and
with a southerly accent, which was regarded
as more posh than the way we spoke.
for the working-class young, there was not
to offer, between going to sea or working
at a canning factory, many took to the sea
but lacked the discipline needed to continue
a lifestyle that is essentially a lonely one
although for those with the will to seek to
to maritime school, it could be a fine career
when my father was coming home from
from the sea for good, he was not a seaman
I was in bed, lung sick as often as a child
they had told me he was coming and thought
he might look heroic, like a Viking
the door opened, and a smallish man entered
he pointed at me and in gest said, whose son
is this and forever planted in me a feeling
of being inferior with problems this entails
but I digress years later when taking
the bus into town, I ignored his halloo for
which I suffered sleepless nights
I should have been more polite.
My brother was friendly with my dad
my brother was a forgiven sort of person
they even worked together at the hotel
cleaning dishes
Air Force Memories
By Franklin Price
10/12/2021
The week-end of Columbus Day in twenty-twenty one,
My wife and I invited for a few days filled with fun.
Saturday in, Helen, Georgia to enjoy October Fest
Sunday, to the Aquarium, in Atlanta, was our quest.
Invited by our granddaughter, who doesn't mind our age,
Was bringing Air Force friends with her, I was turning back the page.
Back in nineteen-sixty five, so many years ago,
I enlisted in the Air Force, the service I would get to know
Four years went by quickly. They were all without regret.
The last year spent in Vietnam. Those are times I won't forget.
Made many friends while serving, in the Air Force family
I've wondered how it is today. Is it how it used to be?
My granddaughter and her husband are both Captains in the Force
They met there and were married. I think that's great of course.
The others who came with them, also Captains to salute
I wore stripes, not bars, when in, and made a lot less loot
Pardon me, I've gotten side-tracked from the reason for this rhyme.
Although my service different, in another place and time,
These Captains all impressed me with their grace and attitude
They made me feel a part of them, not a single one was rude.
If you're as old, as I am, and you're concerned about the young
Spend a week-end with some Captains, they're the best to be among.
They still love our country. That's right, the good old U.S.A
They protect us and defend us, as I did back in the day.
When you think our country's lost our youth, and we're headed down the drain,
You should pause and reconsider, and from those thoughts refrain.
Go out and mix among them, as we did Columbus Day
Discover there's a new world, the old one's not yet gone away.
A salute to all the Captains that I met this week-end past
I must say I'm most impressed, glad I've not breathed my last
Looking forward to a future that includes those such as you
My outlook's so much better now that Columbus Day is through.
In the realm where love intertwines with gain,
Bouquets and brands, a capitalist's terrain.
Gucci labels and bags, symbols of might,
Love's currency measured in material delight.
Flowers exchanged for moments in time,
A transactional love, a capitalist paradigm.
Dubai's allure, a destination grand,
An investment in passion, a capitalist's hand.
In the marketplace of affections, a lucrative trade,
Intimacy priced, where transactions are made.
Love becomes a commodity, a lucrative blend,
A capitalist benefit, where desires transcend.
Yet, beneath the surface, a paradox unfurls,
For love isn't confined to material swirls.
In the balance of wealth and emotions, we see,
The complex dance of love and capitalism's decree.
South Africa's tale, a fusion of hearts and gain,
Where love's richness isn't solely in the material lane.
In this capitalist romance, let hearts find their say,
For true connection transcends the price we pay.
Many are the worries of the heart
But love calms it down
There comes a time when the heart bleeds
It worries greater than the ocean tides
A journey that begins with worries
Takes the heart to a village of trauma
All it problems comes like ferries
Only if it chooses the drama
But what can you say about the heart?
An image of it always represented by love
If you choose to work this track
You must love and give it your all
The heart is where emotions build
Be it stories of lovely glories
It may give it's sign as a shield
Many battles have been fought in joy and sorrows
We should take care of the heart
Sing it a hymn and a lullaby
Get drunk with joy as an addiction
This is all the heart needs as days goes bye.
I'm Tired of All the BS
By Franklin Price
10/9/2017
I'm tired of all the BS
That's going on today
The getting rid of all tradition
That got us to this day
The holidays and history
That made us who we are
I'm not a drunk by any means
But this may send me to the bar
Columbus Day which is today
Some are trying now to change
Indiginous Day they're striving for
Another day to rearrange
Christmas is now Xmas
And it's a Happy Holiday
No longer Merry Christmas
Not a thing that you should say
Can no longer say a prayer in school
Or pledge allegiance to the flag
The squeaky wheel gets so much grease
Sometimes it makes me gag
Everything must be okayed
Down to the smallest group
What happened to majority?
Where are we in the loop?
I don't believe in predjudice
That's a thing for only fools
Minorities should have respect
Majority sets the rules
I could go on forever
Or at least for quite awhile
But it only makes me grimace
I would rather have a smile
If the majority is silent,
Does not participate in fate,
Don't complain when freedom's gone
By then, it's way too late
How have you been, it's ok to tella
Explorer of the sea, like me can't you see
That Brooks and Paris need some money
Please support our trip to the far east
On the search for gold, spices, and peace
Make an alliance, no more will be deceased
And then with all your glory, power will be released
Now of course you know, I'm a man of navigation
We'll be chasin a new Spaniard nation
No hesitation just regulation
Make a fresh start on a new foundation
No more waitin, this is your chance
Travel be sea and not by land
I promise you we will do the best that we can
And once we succeed I hope you understand
That you will be the most famous queen of all time
Please Miss Isabella, I do not have a dime
Instead of a letter, I'm sending you a rhyme
It sounds a bit better, and rappin's not a crime
But enough about that, let me tell you this
If my directions are right then we will sure not miss
If no corrections are made then I can surely list
A whole scroll full of demands cause we'll be so rich
And I'm not just sayin that trying to be modest
I'm telling you the truth, I'm being totally honest
Nobody else can navigate even as well as I can aim
And once we reach and claim
We'll put your name to fame
Our route is better planned and leadership's a must
In my eyes, we're the only two that you can trust
Let me explain in detail exactly what we need
A whole bunch of sea men and a couple ships indeed
We need a lot of food, and of course some vitamin C
Just to make sure the men don't get scurvy
We need some beer and wine, some utensils to dine
A whole lot of rifles for men on the front line
Acceptable weapons win the battle every time
And I need a lot girls, bout 39 would be just fine
Now my time is almost up, you just need to know my route
We're gonna sail round Africa and take the passage south
And then we'll sail around and finally reach the Asians
That is when we'll start the new Spaniard nation
History, Columbus and Friends
To be on the right side of History you must make friends
History is the study of the past
Sponsored by political winds and spins
Lincoln sells cars on TV and kills vampires in movies
George Washington makes dollar bills
“Cesar” was a salad
Kansas is Central America…. (not sure what country)
The rest of the world does not exist
Columbus sometimes discovered America
With his Master card and Visa
Other times it’s Leif Erickson who found the USA
Or some ancient Asians but I can’t pronounce their names
And they don’t have parades
So Happy Columbus Day
I’ll have a beer and another slice of pizza
COVID-19 pandemic analogous how indigenous peoples got felled...
Woebegone, enraged spirits
holographic images taciturn
journeying somberly aghast
at their stolen sacred lands... mourn
dead souls impossible mission
sabotaged aery mission endeavor
happy hunting grounds upheaval
witnessed gaunt bloody sojourn,
perhaps collective aboriginal ghosts return
to haunt cruel innocent heir/heiresses
regarding interlopers, si?
Malicious intent birthed in subsequent
quick succession to adventitious,
(nevertheless grievous) events
visited upon heads of storied "Indians")
misnomer spurred European explorers
(more particularly exploiters),
when "discovering" the Americas
to dole out (deliberately)
contaminated accouterments,
plus various sundry trappings
to native inhabitants.
Gross misdeeds of our long deceased forebears
debauched, decorated, and dedicated
footloose hedonistic jackbooted violent men
loosed mayhem opening pandora's box
unwittingly and/or intentionally disseminating
seeds of annihilation germinating lethal pandemic
decimating innocent ofttimes knowingly
unleashing opportunistic virile organisms
without vital immunity linkedin
bodily defense mechanisms.
With advantage of hindsight
always 20/20 (especially
calendrical juncture planetary
space/time continuum 2020)
opprobrium plentifully quoted
as cosmic consciousness skews perspective,
whereby admission acknowledged
conquistadors looted, pillaged, and raped
(blithely, effectively, and indiscriminately killed)
every man, woman, and child
and/or sowed cultural abomination
acceleration, adulation, aeration...
Though thoroughly grounded
within secular humanism
courtesy kickstarting metaphysical realism
philosophical, teleological...
essentially Unitarianism paradigm
whereby ripple repercussions of actions
(think butterfly effect
starring Ashton Kutcher - ha)
trigger domino falling action,
yet additionally affects fate,
particularly he/she who
activated, cultivated, generated...
chain of events, particularly
brutal, deplorable, and unforgivable misdeeds.