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Let the dance begin…What a fabulous photograph.

Photo:  Sergey Vinogradov
Unsplash

Pawns…here’s the thing…

Pawn Chess Piece Lined Up

pawns are considered to be
expendable
they don’t matter
they are the front line
set up to PROTECT
the ELITE and POWERFUL FEW
but the facts are quite different
there are eight pawns on each side
sixteen in all
black and white working together
instead of against each other
would be a real force
pawns can only move
forward
but sometimes they can
capture others
by moving left or right
on a diagonal
If a pawn reaches
the other side of the board
it can become
any piece it likes
normally a QUEEN
a pawn majority
can control one side
of the board
two pawns
on a diagonal from each other
can protect one another
ISOLATED paws
are susceptible
to attack

and there
you have
the answer
to how to change what’s
going on in our world
WORKING TOGETHER
the PAWNS
NO MATTER THEIR COLOR
CAN WIN THE GAME

THE PAWNS
are brave
strong
dangerous
and POWERFUL
unless they are
SEPARATED
from each other

WE ARE THE PAWNS
AND UNLESS WE ACT
TOGETHER
WE WILL NEVER
WIN THE GAME
AND BE FREE
FROM THE CONTROL
OF OTHERS

as long as we
refuse to work as one
we will continued
to be sent to the front lines
to protect the elite
who lie to us about our own power
and do their best
to separate us from each other

we
are the pawns
on the chessboard
of life
I say we take over
and show them
just how capable
we truly are

 

 

Photo:  Pixabay

Time, Life and a poem…

we look at the clock
but we don’t know whether
it’s morning or night
the clock is only able
to give us so much information
without the rest
we have no idea of the
when
life’s a lot like that
we rarely have all the information
we need
to know
what’s actually going on
we just act
as if we do
because
we rarely have
any other choice

 

 

Photo: Iblrahima Toure
Unslash

Beauty…Life…a few words.

Brown and Black Leopard Walking on Water

this one
looks as if
she’s been in
a fight
or two
her ears are torn
but she’s still going
life is hard
for everyone
meanness
and cruelty
are built into
the system
in order to survive
some fight back
and never give in
I hope they know
they are the winners

 

 

Photo:  Thomáš Malík
Pexels

Neon…a poem

purple and white happy birthday neon light signage

ready or not
life comes straight at you
it simply shows up
you may not like what it gives you
but life doesn’t care
you get what you get
good or bad
ready
or
not

 

 

Photo:  Jon tyson
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Do you ever wonder if this is all life is really about? We get into body suits and drive through our lives, for as long as the OPEN sign stays lit….

Close up view of neon drivethru sign

Photo:  Erik Mclean
Pexels

Have you ever noticed…

…how things that are left alone, or abandoned, fall apart?  They can’t survive without care.  Mother Nature is the Great Recycler and claims anything that isn’t being constantly worked on by other living things.  Nature eats everything, chewing, frying, freezing, burning, or just rusting things until there’s little to nothing left.  She does that to us too.  Mother Nature is very tidy.  It might take Her awhile to munch a plane into nothing, but She can do it.  She can do anything, if given enough time.

We have to be able to see that if we stop moving, cleaning, dusting, sweeping, painting, and doing things constantly, the same thing will happen to us.  Mother Nature doesn’t distinguish between living and non-living things, She just cleans…every second, of everyday.

She allows things to exist, as long as they can take care of themselves. The minute they can’t, She moves in and starts to deconstruct whatever it is.  Can’t have a messy planet, after all.

Good thing She doesn’t pick and choose what to keep and what to throw away, or we would have been dust a LONG time ago.  I think She has given us our last chance, however.    And it’s good to remember that Mother Nature wins…every single time.

 

Photo:  Daniel SeBler
Unsplash

Welcome to earth, a…

brown wooden cabinet with mirror

nothing is
ever finished
cleaning
showering
shopping
eating
sleeping
driving
working
tending
and everything else
NEVER FINISHED
what if…
when we die
it’s just more of the
same

 

 

Photo:  Gaelle Marcel
Unsplash

Okay, so…

Question, Question Mark, Help, Response

Here’s the thing…I’m half Italian.  My paternal grandparents came from Sicily. That doesn’t mean I know a single thing about Sicily, or what being Italian in Italy means. All  I know is that part of me, is Italian.

I went to Italy.  Someone asked me if I felt at home there, because I was Italian. Seriously?  I mean, I feel at home in lots of places, but that’s because I bring Chicago and America with me.  I bring those two thing with me wherever I go, because that’s what and who I am.  As opposed to a nationality, I’m a city and a country.

I LOVE PARIS, but only from my Chicago/American, point of view.  While talking to the guys there, I realized that what they thought America was like, wasn’t what it was like at all.  They thought they knew us, but they didn’t.  They believed the movies were real.  I tried to tell them they weren’t, but saw that they truly believed the films were real and America would give them everything they ever wanted, if they could just get there.  They all wanted to go to NY or California, to become famous and rich.

My other half is Swedish and Norwegian.  I have a Swedish Christmas tree in my kitchen at this very moment, (in memory of my mom).  No idea what it means to be Swedish, or Norwegian.  My mom made the most delicious Swedish desserts ever.  I used to stand by the stove and eat whatever she made, scalding hot out of the pan, or the oven.  So when I got to the pizza stage of my life, my mouth was ready for the burns.  She was an amazing baker and cook.  I did not follow in her footsteps.  Not even a little.

As an adult, friends of mine celebrated Swedish Christmas every single year, with food and rituals, until they were hosting a Swedish student who laughed herself silly at what they were doing.  They felt like idiots and they pretty much were.  They had been so deadly serious about what they were doing, when in reality, they didn’t have a clue what a Swedish Christmas was like.

We often think we know things that we don’t.  Life has to be experienced first hand to truly understand what’s happening and even then, every single person will see things through her or his own personal lens.

 People outside the country, might think they know America, but they don’t.  They know what they’ve heard, read, or seen on a screen. Through the media, they decided what we’re like, and those beliefs were sifted though the mindset of wherever they are from.  Most of what people see, are the worst things possible, violence and a lot of lies.  

When I was in Paris, I met a family from Australia.  They had just traveled across the US and told me they were shocked at how utterly boring, empty, and flat the middle of the country was.  They had been terrified to visit, thinking they would be “shot to death,” because of what they “knew,” about us from the media.  They were quite happy to find that wasn’t true.

If I moved to Sicily, all the native Italians would take one look at me and know I wasn’t one of them.  I probably have long lost relatives there.  My cousin wants to go and find them.  I want to find out when our grandfather was in the Mob/Outfit and who knew him.

I’m a Chicago American.  That’s what I know, but I only know that through my own life and story.  Jimmy, the kid who lived next door to me, when we were kids, would probably tell you something entirely different.  He was Irish, Catholic, and male.  Different worlds completely, even though I could practically touch his house from my bedroom window.   Our families, and worlds were nothing alike .

We can’t understand other places completely because we aren’t from there.  People often leave places they moved to, and “go home,” because the differences  are sometimes too great to overcome.  My granddaughter and her boyfriend, just moved to Vegas a couple of months ago, and they want to come home.  They hate (their word) being away from Chicago. My granddaughter misses seeing animals and birds, trees and grass. She misses all the things/people who are here.  She saw a mouse in the parking lot and was worried he wouldn’t be able to find water.  She said she’s seen pigeons and one other bird.  She misses everything and said she will take the darkness and horrible weather any day, just to come back.  It’s a good thing she went.  If she didn’t go, she’d always wonder what she missed.  They are going to try and get out of their lease sooner, so they can come “home.”  It doesn’t always work that way, of course.  Some people are happy when they move away.  But everyone will always be from the place they were born, no matter where they end up.

I was in Florida once, and someone asked me if Chicago was still the same as when Al Capone was alive.  I should have said, “No.  They have better guns now and way more people die on a weekend, than died in the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre.”  But I just said, “No, it’s not.”   How could someone even ask that question?  They asked it because they don’t know anything about Chicago.  I wouldn’t know anything about where they came from either.

We have to stop thinking we know things just because we saw something on TV.  It doesn’t make sense and dangerous as well.  What we are told and what we are shown is manipulated by those who want us to believe something that works for them.

Admittedly, having a bad reputation can come in handy.  I wrote about this before, but when my grandson was on vacation in Florida, some guys on the beach wanted his phone and were getting in his face.  He was very calm (he’s tall and works out), smiled at them and said, “I’m from Chicago, you sure you wanna do this?”  They left.  So that’s nice.   Chicagoans do have an attitude. But then everyone from everywhere does.

Anyway, I think I could live in Paris, but that’s just what I think, not what I know.  After the thrill of being there wore off, I’d probably want to come “home.”  I always seem to want to come home, no matter where I am.  But there’s so much to love about Paris…at least in my imagination.  Reality is a whole different thing.

 

 

Gary…story poem

Man, Music, Headset, Cartoon

Gary was always on his phone
he stopped hearing
the people next to him
speak
his environment shrank
to a tiny lit screen
in front of him
his eyes slowly
lost their ability
to look from side to side
he rarely knew
what he was eating
he had no physical
relationships
those he knew
lived behind the screen
he held in his hand
some of them
weren’t even real
he stopped driving
so he wouldn’t have to
look up
his life
became
smaller
and smaller
until
he decided
here was no reason
to ever go out
so he sat
in his room
with his phone
and his charger
and pretended
that he was
living

 

Photo:  Pixabay

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