I am a doorman for the kitty
I open doors and close them down
She shows me that her dish is empty

And scolds me with her kitty frown

I hear her mewling thru the screendoor
She won’t just nose her fat butt thru
I have to be there to escort her
Like i’m her maid and butler too

Her muddy paws mark all my papers
Her wicked claws shred the divan
She piddly pees outside the catbox
World domination is her plan

sung to the tune of Witchata Lineman

A poem start...

Woke early, tired of it all

tired of the racism

tired of the patriarchy

tired of the inequity entwined in our culture

want to tear it down

burn it up

destroy the system that degrades diversity and difference

 

but i am in it,

one of them,

one of those who authorities expect to uphold the rules and regs of a system of oppression

one who gets paid to pretend that we are fair, we are honest, we are trustworthy

one who takes the little ones and trains them how to survive in  a world that denies their uniqueness, their colorfulness, their beautiful and bountiful honesty

One who is more woke each day

to the day to day inequities that damage and destroy

One who is struggling to determine how to stop the fighting, the fawning, the fleeing, the freezing

and be free

 

Free to flip the switch, to turn the tide,

to fire the bright light of equity

onto the authority itself

To show the patriarch a better way

To use the heat of passions fire to burn away

the rules and regs that stop the play

 

 

End of Hiatus? or End of the World?

I'm pretty good at endings. So, far I've made it through the End of Camelot 1963, the end of the Summer of Love 1968, the End of Nixon 1974, the end of the ColdWar 1989, the end of the modern world in Y2K in 1999, the end of American security 9/11/2001, the end of the Mayan calendar 2012, and now the end of the world as we know it with CoronaVille 2020.  

And now, apparently, I'm ending an 8 year hiatus from this blog. Eight years. Wow. Time flies when you are working and playing and having fun. Oh, that sounds like a good song to the tune of a childrens church song (learned while we were "doing church" as Jesus Freaks in 1972-1974--end of the church era). If you know the tune sing along...

"Working and playing and having fun,Working and playing and having fun, In the name of Jebus bites, we're playing and having fun."

Please pardon the song parody interruption, but since CoronaVille fell upon us, I've been making sure to sing every song that pops into my head as a "living life fully until I die" strategy. (Makes work meetings very interesting...but that's whole 'nother story).

Speaking of Coronaville, this is what brings me out of blog-retirement. For 163 days, we (and by we I mean the whole modern world) have been in lock-down, semi-quarantine, virus-fearing, mask-wearing, death-facing insanity. Life as we know it has been turned upside down and inside out. 

So what does a writer do during the end of the world? Well, write of course...stream their consciousness onto the page for all of the world to see, write themselves a digital legacy (which will disappear completely if an EMP strike comes, but that too is another story).

So here I am to get back to sharing my world with you until my world truly ends (or i get busy and forget to write the blog). My hope is that I will be able to share with you the end of racism, sexism, capitalism, and white supremacy--oh, and for sure the end of Qanon (or as my partner-in-crime says "low IQanon") and Trumpty-dumpty's rein of terror.

So for now, a new beginning--a new choice to blog along as we build a better world for all.  Oh yes, and a cult, definately time to start a doomsday cult. Or maybe a Zoom'sDay cult. Which brings up another song from childhood, sing along if you know it.

"We're gonna Zoom-ah, Zoom-ah, Zoom/We're gonna Zoom-ah, Zoom-ah, Zoom"