I found this article/letter, written by Carl Anthony Davis, printed in a newspaper in 1977. Many people can relate to it; it is the story of my life:
"Dear Freedom,
I know that you are very busy, so I'll try not to take up too much of your time. First, I would like to apologize for not being able to visit you these last [forty]-five years but believe me, Freedom, there were many days when I wanted to do so, but my opposition had me outnumbered by all kinds of heavy artillery. Please, Freedom, don't feel that I have abandoned you since I've been inside these walls.
For even though we are still many years apart, you are constantly on my mind; each and every second of the minute, every minute of every hour, and I will never, ever, be able to fully live, to be happy, to be all of which I am, until you and I are once again united, to form a person instead of an [object].
As we both know, this day is still a long way off for me, and until that beautiful day comes, I will just have to continue to think of you, dream of you and wait for you to come, so that I can stop hating and start loving, stop thinking and start doing, stop existing and start living the way a person is supposed to live, absolutely, resolutely, wholly, thoroughly and complete.
But listen, Freedom, if by a slim chance this glorious day never arrives for me, then remember me for the type of person that you've always known me to be and not for the type of person others thought I would be if - once again - I was made a FREE [WOMAN]."
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
"O Joy! - It's Valentine's Day"
The following is a poem I wrote in February, 1994. It isn't meant for everyone - just for those who can relate to it:
Oh, Cupid, Roman god of erotic love.
Picturesque infantile boob!
Cupid is partial and his love is blind.
That's why dumbo misses certain people
when he shoots.
'Cupid' rhymes with 'stupid'
for a very good reason:
Cupid shoots his arrow
and hits the one,
but either he misses the other,
ran out of arrows,
or he just plain forgot to finish the job.
(Probably heard the dinner bell ring.)
What can you expect from a thousand year old,
naked fat baby with underdeveloped wings
who plays with his bow and arrows?
Get a real job!
Valentine's Day is Stupid Cupid Day
for the pixilated-intoxicated.
And if I see old baldy once more
I'm gonna pepper his dimpled butt with my
spring-loaded Red Ryder special!
Ka-Blaaammo !!
Love,
Thursday, February 03, 2011
My Life Symbol
As the snow and ice storm of the decades sweeps across the nation my thought reaches out to the coming Spring.
As the economic and moral storm of the decades sweeps across the nation my thought reaches out to the coming promise of better-lived days. We all could use more greenery in our lives, eh? - lol
I took the picture shown on the lower right (not of me, silly! lol). I wish it could be bigger, because I use it as my desktop picture and it is the best one I've ever taken. The little postage stamp-size here doesn't give it justice. But look at the colors - all early Springtime. The promise of things to come.
The symbol of my life is the edelweiss. Its beginnings, before it even appears, is a struggle to break through the ice in its urgency to emerge into sunshine. It is not tall and stately, nor is it abundantly colorful. It is very close to the ground. I'm not sure if it has a fragrance at all. The flower does not bloom among fine greenery everywhere, where the breezes promise warmer days coming. It is a blossom of snow.
I learned long ago that I am no tropical flower. I came to being in an icy environment, cold and distant. The birth itself nearly killed me and the birth-mother. My collarbone had to be broken in order for me to break through and emerge into the glaring lights of the delivery room. With a splint on for two or three days my collarbone healed up, I was told.
I have not actually studied about all the characteristics of the edelweiss, but I plan on it soon, for as soon as I can afford it I shall have a tattoo of its image on my right hand. It will serve as a reminder that I am strong enough to break through the ice to get to the sun - to a life fulfilled. It is not a wonder to me that when I go up into the foothills and mountains of the Cascades here in Washington State, every fiber of my being comes alive. Never fails to happen. Snow is my life. Being there makes me feel as though I am truly home - that I belong to my birth-place and my unseen-continued-journey place.
I am bringing aspects of the mountains into my home by way of rustic, lodge-like features. I love pines and pinecones, cedars, hemlocks, firs, birds, bears, well, you get the idea. My shower curtain looks like buckskin with pine needle and pinecone designs. I have many stones of varying sizes, birds' nests that were abandoned and would fall by the time the Autumn rains come. I never took nests when they were another's home. And I have many and various feathers that have come my way.
Some things one's spirit just knows. Does this sound like I long to belong? I think so, too. So, I will continue working at the ice, again. Some day the light of truth will shine on me and I will understand. For now I am grateful to be that edelweiss. I have beauty in my own way; I have integrity and value in my own way. I live because Creator is my life.
From "The Sound of Music": "Edelweiss, every morning you greet me. Small and white, clean and bright, you look happy to meet me. Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow, bloom and grow forever. Edelweiss, bless my homeland forever."
As the economic and moral storm of the decades sweeps across the nation my thought reaches out to the coming promise of better-lived days. We all could use more greenery in our lives, eh? - lol
I took the picture shown on the lower right (not of me, silly! lol). I wish it could be bigger, because I use it as my desktop picture and it is the best one I've ever taken. The little postage stamp-size here doesn't give it justice. But look at the colors - all early Springtime. The promise of things to come.
The symbol of my life is the edelweiss. Its beginnings, before it even appears, is a struggle to break through the ice in its urgency to emerge into sunshine. It is not tall and stately, nor is it abundantly colorful. It is very close to the ground. I'm not sure if it has a fragrance at all. The flower does not bloom among fine greenery everywhere, where the breezes promise warmer days coming. It is a blossom of snow.
I learned long ago that I am no tropical flower. I came to being in an icy environment, cold and distant. The birth itself nearly killed me and the birth-mother. My collarbone had to be broken in order for me to break through and emerge into the glaring lights of the delivery room. With a splint on for two or three days my collarbone healed up, I was told.
I have not actually studied about all the characteristics of the edelweiss, but I plan on it soon, for as soon as I can afford it I shall have a tattoo of its image on my right hand. It will serve as a reminder that I am strong enough to break through the ice to get to the sun - to a life fulfilled. It is not a wonder to me that when I go up into the foothills and mountains of the Cascades here in Washington State, every fiber of my being comes alive. Never fails to happen. Snow is my life. Being there makes me feel as though I am truly home - that I belong to my birth-place and my unseen-continued-journey place.
I am bringing aspects of the mountains into my home by way of rustic, lodge-like features. I love pines and pinecones, cedars, hemlocks, firs, birds, bears, well, you get the idea. My shower curtain looks like buckskin with pine needle and pinecone designs. I have many stones of varying sizes, birds' nests that were abandoned and would fall by the time the Autumn rains come. I never took nests when they were another's home. And I have many and various feathers that have come my way.
Some things one's spirit just knows. Does this sound like I long to belong? I think so, too. So, I will continue working at the ice, again. Some day the light of truth will shine on me and I will understand. For now I am grateful to be that edelweiss. I have beauty in my own way; I have integrity and value in my own way. I live because Creator is my life.
From "The Sound of Music": "Edelweiss, every morning you greet me. Small and white, clean and bright, you look happy to meet me. Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow, bloom and grow forever. Edelweiss, bless my homeland forever."
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