still i rise

i grew up in a world where the words, please, thankyou ,yes maam ,no maam ,yes sir ,no sir, were a common part of the english language and you would greet older people when you passed them whether you knew them or not of course this was a time when everyone knew their neighbors. times have changed and old neighborhoods have been uprooted but the rules of common courtesy still applies this seems to be lost on some of the youth today. to be nudged aside or hear foul language coming from someone who isnt to old to get spanked can be very unnerving to say the least. how does anyone let their children get out of control. i let my kids play video games watch movies and listen to rap music and they excel in school and everyone tells me what great job i,ve done with them i guess you have to teach them the difference between fantasy and reality i believe a lot of kids do mimic what they see on tv and on rap videos i, ve ove heard more than one teen refer to his girlfriend as his b----. now where did he get that from .childern have to be shown the right way to live and not just told. talk to them not down to them encourage them and help them with their homework and if you cant do the work then say we are going to learn this together and before you know it you might end up going back to college

where,s the broom

we have all been there before, well most of us were. there you are at a wake or funeral and everyone is talking about how good the decease was a kind and wonderful human being and youre thinking are they talking about the same person. you see everyone has some skeletons in their closets and some are kept well hidden never to be known about except by the few who got a chance to peek at them or had the misfortune to be bruised by them. so no one says anything bad. they say its bad to speak ill of the dead let them rest in peace. so the girl who never told no one remains silent after all it was so long ago and she,s grown now the things that went missing are no longer missed the lies that were believable are still believed and he looks so real lying there and so many flowers this was a person that was loved by many and now he,s going to his final reward. everybody walk by to pay their last respects a few giving more than they received. then every body gather to mingle say a few words to the family comment on how well they are holding up, be strong ,he,s in a better place now. then go home and peek into their own closets time to do some cleaning

sunday sunday

well the week is at a close it,ll be monday soon what makes mondays so brutal is that you,ve spent the last two days sleeping in and on monday you have to get up early the body has to adjust to a new routine all over again two cups of strong coffee might help but lets face it you really dont want to go to work calling in has just about played out so forget about that but wait its still sunday so sit back and relax mondays are,nt all bad you made it through lots of mondays besides it is,nt just the begining of another work week it,s the begining of the rest of your life ( i know thats old but it helps to keep you optomistic)

YOUR POSSIBLE PASTS

a couple of years ago i was at a parts store on montgomery st buying oil for my pile of scrap metal while putting the oil in my car i was aproached by this guy who asked me for a dollar to get something to eat i was takened aback by his apearance. (scared is the is the word) he had sores all over his body including the palms of his hand. i thought, "he,s got got aides he,s gonna touch me i am gonna die" any way i reached into my pocket and offered him a dollar he said two i put the money back in my pocket and he said okay i,ll take one. i took a glance back to my engine looked up and he was gone like a ghost he vanished how can someone so sickly move so fast i wonder what does he see when he passes a store window and sees his reflection does he see the angel of death walking so close behind. does he see an image of what he used to be or does he avoids looking at himself hiding behind a crack pipe he was somebody,s child someone played peekaboo with him and held his while he took his first steps now he,s taking his final steps alone and i wonder where are the smart bombs for the coke plantations just south of our borders where are the drones and precision srtikes on the drug cartels that have been waging chemical warfare on our people for the last few decades
http://pinkfloydhyperbase.dk/albums/finalcut.htm#YOUR_POSSIBLE_PASTS

Wrapped around my finger

Taking care of an aging parent can be a tiresome job especially if the parent didn't like you. my brother has this thankless job my dad made it clear early on that only one his sons was special to him now that son now disabled and my dad are being cared for the one person they seemed to hated the most they made my brothers life a living hell sibling abuse is hardly ever mentioned but it happens ususaly under the disguise of roughhousing or what ever but for a parent to stand by and watch a child beat and choke a much younger sibling is abuse plain and simple this would happen whenever my mom was at work which was all the time since she basically supported the family but the years when by and my brother dealt with all the issues in his life and came out strong now my dad and his favorite has to depend on my brother to live a decent life they live in his house and more or less live by his rules i think that they should thank god that he is not the type of person that they were

quinn the eskimo

ilike music and if you noticed i sometimes use lyric from songs to title my blogs its because you can say a lot with only a few words of course this only works if the people you are communicating with knows the rest of the song this blog would have been about crackheads because know you that quinn had to have been a coke dealer if it was about politics i would have used pink floyd or public enemy if it was about the situation in iraq i would use don henleys all she want to do is dance. william congreve said "Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak".it can be used to tell a story express an idea or sell a car well i am not selling any cars but i have a lot of ideas to express some you wont like and others that,ll make you go hmmm. and yes it is about that because why would the pigeons run to quinn real pigeons fly.yes kiddies quinn is the snowman

noisy bird

theres a mockingbird on my street to be precise its perch is an electric post right in front of my house to a lot of people this is a good thing its repetoire of songs range from the sublime to the sweet but this bird is one rude neighbor it has no concept of time so at three oclock in the night its sweet songs are more like fingernails on a blackboard i dont want to know what a cardinal or meadowlark sounds like at three in the morning i want quiet this goes on all summer i have contiplated buying a pellet gun and learn to shoot or a slingshot the cats around here kill a lot of birds but they never seem to get any mockingbirds they are like wiley coyote and he,s like the roadrunner well it could be worse he learn scat or rap if that bird start useing the b_word or the n_word then i,ll get a real weapon and lock and load on him.birds are nice but tweet tweet at three am uh uh