‘Flip the Script’ is the Politics of the Day, So I’m Flipping It - “1984” is Here

Nashville Buddha with a Moonflower that opened on the Full Flower Moon.

Having a very rough year, almost unbearable…

WE ARE LIVING IN A DYSTOPIAN NOVEL!

All quotes from “1984” by George Orwell, Biden’s playbook. 😱

 

Louis Ramey, Fabulous Comedian

“Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the same well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?”

Khalil Gibran

“I would not exchange the laughter of my heart for the fortunes of the multitudes; nor would I be content with converting my tears, invited by my agonized self, into calm. It is my fervent hope that my whole life on this earth will ever be tears and laughter. Tears that purify my heart and reveal to me the secret of life and its mystery, Laughter that brings me closer to my fellow men; Tears with which I join the broken-hearted, Laugher that symbolizes joy over my very existence.”

Khalil Gibran

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Tuesday’s Roses

 

A RED FLOWER

Your lips are like a southern lily red, 
Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night, 
In which the brown bee buries deep its head, 
When still the dawn's a silver sea of light. 

Your lips betray the secret of your soul, 
The dark delicious essence that is you, 
A mystery of life, the flaming goal 
I seek through mazy pathways strange and new. 

Your lips are the red symbol of a dream, 
What visions of warm lilies they impart, 
That line the green bank of a fair blue stream, 
With butterflies and bees close to each heart! 

Brown bees that murmur sounds of music rare, 
That softly fall upon the langourous breeze, 
Wafting them gently on the quiet air 
Among untended avenues of trees. 

O were I hovering, a bee, to probe 
Deep down within your scented heart, fair flower, 
Enfolded by your soft vermilion robe, 
Amorous of sweets, for but one perfect hour! 

Claude McKay

Love Is Betrayal

❤️‍🔥💔 Love Is Betrayal 🎶🎵 by Wayne Murray & Timothy Larcombe

Wake up
There’s a face staring back at me
And I don’t like what I see

Love is betrayal 
And heaven is hell

Falling 
Through the abyss
Waves crash all around me, each one feels like a kiss

Fighting
Like a soul going to war
Better show me something that’s worth dying for

Love is betrayal
And heaven is hell

Hit me like thunder
Hold my head under
Wrap me in chains

Love is betrayal

Wake up
There’s a face staring back at me
And I don’t like what I see

The Singularity by Malojian

 

🎶 ‘The Singularity’ by Malojian 🎶

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The Singularity Lyrics - By Malojian

Plug your phone in for awhile
Watch the bars go up, and smile
Never need to leave your home
These days, kids play on their own

It's all around you now
The machines, the cloud
All surround you now

Is there anyone here
That can heal the trembling of my heart?
If I show you my fears
Could you heal the trembling of my heart?
Hold on
Hold on, disease
For the singularity

It's all around you now
The machines, the cloud
All surround you now

Is there anyone here
Who can heal the trеmbling of my heart?
If I show you my fears
Could you heal thе trembling of my heart?
Hold on
Hold on, disease
For the singularity

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Malojian Album

My 21 year old Garfield sleeping in a sunbeam behind my Ficus Figs…

The Moonflower Opening

Hibiscus Hiding

Morning Glorious, Godlight aglow

❤️‍🔥 My granddaughter, my heart, Mary Mace, is a gorgeous grown woman, 18 years young. 💕

A Stone, A Leaf, A Door by Thomas Wolfe

These & tens of thousands more flowers have I grown, admired, photographed.  Joy!

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A Stone, A Leaf, A Door by Thomas Wolfe

… A stone, a leaf, an unfound door;

of a stone, a leaf, a door.

And of all the forgotten faces.

Naked and alone we came into exile.

In her dark womb

we did not know our mother’s face;

from the prison of her flesh have we come

into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison

of this earth.

Which of us has known his brother?

Which of us has looked into his father’s heart?

Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent?

Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?

O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost,

among the bright stars

on this most weary unbright cinder, lost!

Remembering speechlessly

we seek the great forgotten language,

the lost lane-end into heaven,

a stone, a leaf, an unfound door.

Where? When?

O lost, and by the wind grieved,

ghost, come back again.

Doors are portals to the unknown… 

The Way It Is by William Stafford

 

The Way It Is

William Stafford

There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.

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My thread:

Jesus, Prince of Peace, Light of the World, Son of God, Healer, Savior…

Our nation needs revival.  God’s Spirit flows from this song. 🙏🏼✝️🙏🏼

Spoken Word Poetry & Satisfaction & HAIM - Girl Power

 

“Like a Woman” by 

Annabelle Fern

“I Can’t Get No Satisfaction” by Bjork & P. J. Harvey

HAIM performing “Oh, Well” by Fleetwood Mac 

Random Crap from a Weary Mind

 There's a certain Slant of light, (320)

BY EMILY DICKINSON

There's a certain Slant of light,

Winter Afternoons –

That oppresses, like the Heft

Of Cathedral Tunes –

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –

We can find no scar,

But internal difference –

Where the Meanings, are –

None may teach it – Any –

'Tis the seal Despair –

An imperial affliction

Sent us of the Air –

When it comes, the Landscape listens –

Shadows – hold their breath –

When it goes, 'tis like the Distance

On the look of Death –

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I know my neighbors hate hearing me ‘here, kitty, kitty’ every night for the past 30 years. 😼😹 We took in a feral kitten on Halloween…It’s about to explode kittens any day now…We thought it was a boy. 🤦🏼‍♀️

Don’t worry; be happy.

Rock on, Jesus & baby Buddha. ☯️

🇺🇸 It’s SO FUN & FREEING to post on a social media platform with no Commie censorship! 🇺🇸

Oh, the memories attached to this phantasmagorical song, “KASMIR”. 🥰

Merry Christmas!

 

My beautiful Christmas Orchid.  Wishing you all a happy, peaceful, joy-filled Christmas.  I’m still fighting severe pain in my arms, back, hips, knee, etc., but I’m blessed to be alive. 💆🏼‍♀️ Chop wood; carry water.

Peace on earth. 🙏🏼

Happy Birthday, Jesus! 🦋✝️🦋

My precious granddaughter, Mary Mace, turned 18 today! 🥰 They’re in Hawaii for Christmas. 🏄‍♀️