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I’ll Give You A Little Taste

I’ll give you a little taste.

Something with pride for your face, not to pretend you’re in this race

, but a place, not our

waste.   Just go from here.

Two shoes you’ll need to lace, by the golden corner, near the  human race.

 I stood up to the lions, and cried like a fountain, I laughed with the mountains and now I do understand.

We pray beyond the heavens, far up toward those diamonds, not so close to the mysteries doors.

 No wind bent my pillow, no dirt, but perfect yellow, now shines on this chin and my lovely brow.

I proudly came home to my wife,  my son and his precious life and now all and each are grown, with no more seeds can this man  loan.

I did want it all, at one time, the red car, yes that was mine, the great food with the wine, the hot nights of loving all the time.

But now that Ice is colder, the heat is really to much older and life grew so much bolder than time shattered like a broken vase.

 So take this little info, don’t be so sinful cause youth is so willful and quickly gone from this space.   Eat time like a salad, laugh truly like you mean that and remember what it is to just taste.

copywrites  2010  David A. Morrow aka Penticular

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BECOMING A LEARNED NATION

  •   Da water has stop  faling on my face, i sees da anger n theys eyes, da dogs R barking louder, they done torn the leg, da pants and the flesh off him now,  Run boy, a gun shot just went off, they gonna catch em, I knows they will, I am tring to help but, eyes iz too old, my bodie is like a weed against a weak wind.  My heart is strong tho.  Here they come, I knew day wood catch em.  That poor child aint got da sense he came here with,  he is fighten, and fighten em all da time.  I prays to God to come on down here and sees the trouble we has all da times.  The harvest is over now, most of the work is done.  Look at those new folks, what kind of sound is dat,  Oh my Lord , day show is pretty, I got to get nearer to that listening ,  What is that sparkel thing he is holding, what prettie sound is coming from that sunny looking iron.  Gabriel, Gabriel come here and see these here folks with those shining long rods and little wood cabinets with horse strings on em.  Oh My God, what is they saying now, When ,  When,

OH WHEN THE SAINTS COME

MARCHING IN!!!!   Happy African American Month.

And Man, did they March agaisnt a very high quality football Team.  https://penticular.wordpress.com/

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Christmas Present

     The breath of air in front of my face appears colder than the chapped lips and the dry red eyes I’m dealing with.  My feet are like little wooden shoes, boxes made of rock, my toes are hard and painful.  The wind  coming thru the light of the trees seem almost as if I’m under attack.  The snow is much colder now that age has placed its hooks on my life.  I refuse to fall, I juggle my fears into power, prayer, faith and reasoning.  Oh look, there, high on top of the hill, a light, bright, yellow and red, .  Oh wow, I really should have put gas in my car, I should have change my oil and had the thing tuned up.  I could have avoided this long track for warmth and help.  Well it’s almost Christmas, I gave money to my kids, I took care of my wife and mother, I tried to help an unknown family with their holiday, I prayed.  Oh the light is getting brighter, It must be 10 to 15 degrees below out here, damn , it is starting to slit and rain.  This little coat is not gonna help me now.  No gloves, no umbrella, no boots  and no scarf,  I’m in deep trouble.  Hey, that car almost hit me, boy people sometimes, man!!  Just a little father up this hill, the light is so bright, maybe a hotel, a home, a restaurant, just a little father.  The wind is sudden on my brow, on my nose and skin.  I’m not very black now, I am almost a blue grey or something, because the cold is hurting all of my weaker body parts, I read the body takes care of the vital areas first when being attacked or threaten by some unknown force.  What is that noise I hear?  What is that cheering sound,  a celebration, a town hall jubilation of  the holidays.? What is that man and all those people yelling at me, hopping, what?  Hopping what? Mary what?   

” Merry Christmas, Happy New Years”.

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The Infant Writer

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DAnthonyM
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     You should think .  Well, are you doing so.?  I mean about yourself, you deserve  to be happy too.  I am not talking at the no good crappy hard  jagged edge person who knows in his or her heart that the stuff their doing is so error.  I am simply asking you to think.    Today or tonight ,  get up off  your behind and make a list of what must be done, what should be done and what can be done.  After the list is complete, begin the task of  starting and completing,  Will somebody acknowledge that this can change your entire life and purpose.  It is really simple.  As an infant, you would lay there in your spot and cry, wet, poop, move and wiggle by yourself.  Now as an adult you have the option of  choice, you can define your life, be with or with out, the sky can rain upon your face and you can stay there are remove yourself to a shelter.  I am talking about homelessness, people who are not receiving soft music on television, on the radio, in a large way, and they are dieing on the streets and in places only God knows how and where.  I see them, I give to them what little I have, I watch their eyes lift up toward you on the corners of a freeway ramp, at the bridges, downtown near the public areas where there is warmth, some food possibilities, shelter and maybe a rest room.  I notice how we as a society often just walk right on by them, after all , they had the same opportunities we did, they wanted the drink, the dope, the child abuse, the lost job, the medical problems, the broken heart, the shattered dreams, the unseen bad fortune of lost and great grief.  Heck, we been thru all of that, have we not?  What is their problem, why don’t they go and find a damn job, I mean heck, if you lose one, get another.  You know what, As an infant we couldn’t ,but now,  I DON’t think their issues are that easily solved.  WE ARE THEIR BROTHERS AND SISTERS, WE ARE ALL CONNECTED WITH GOOD WIRE AND BAD, BUT AS A PEOPLE, A GREAT PEOPLE, WE MUST, IT IS OUR DUTY, IT IS OUR PEOPLE, IT IS OUR COUNTRY, AND  OUR  THING TO DO .   THAT IS ,

TO CARE.

DAnthonyM

2009

bEFORE mY eYES and tHERE aFTER

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I was looking out of our window toward a grey a partially lit sky.  It was warm but with a cool touch against my face and hands.  I saw very clearly a man, sitting on a tree stump, a pipe, black in color and he was tapping his foot

with no music.  I thought a little odd but not so strange.  A red bird came very quickly, it perched on top of a large rock just in front of him, the bird chirped and the man did also, and this went on for a good 30 to 50 seconds.  He had on blue overalls, busted grey or white tennis shoes, a dusty dirty brown  hat, a long braided beard and his skin was a mixture of brown and or light yellowed but, with a European nose and a dent in his chin.  As I continue to look, I edge  out further from my view and tried to get nearer, I did not want to alarm the man, after all, this looked all so peaceful.  Now standing around the corner of our house, I saw several red birds gather near him, no other type of birds came close to this person.  What was interesting, suddenly became very interesting.  From up under his seat, he pulled out

a bag,  a green tall trash type bag but very clean.  He reached inside of it and

he begin to sprinkle some food I guess, crackers maybe, I just don’t know to this day.  The more he threw them, the more red birds came, and as I watched this phenomenon unfold, I just had to approach this site a lot closer without disturbing it.  Now the sun begin to get so bright, I mean the light of the orange and red sun had become to intense for me to see, It covered the entire alley way , my home, and the man with the red birds.

As quickly as the light came, it went.  and before my very eyes, the man was gone , THE RED BIRDS WERE TOO, and there, where he was sitting, exactly the same spot, stood the most beautiful red horse with her hair to match.  It rose up high, kicked its hoofs in the air and ran swiftly over the green pastures and disappeared.  When I tell this story to people, I guess they wanted some kind of miracle, but the miracle for me, was what I saw and did not see.  Where did the man go feeding the red birds, and how come such a great horse appeared and just as suddenly, did disappear. Not a dream?  Perhaps working late shifts may have caused my eyes to lay. Then again , could be  a rare beautiful phenomena.

copy writes : Author and Artist – David A. Morrow SR.  2009

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KIDS, Give Em A Break

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I am thinking about a struggle, you know, the kind we have when we are growing up as kids.  I have seen some things, and I know so much more now how tough that can be on a population of millions.  Now as a parent who has had the blessed fortune of raising my own son and other children non-biological.

I realize that they have so many traps prepared for them to avoid.  It is our duty to keep them safe.  We try to tell them to stay away from strangers, but guess what, here today we have the internet service.  We try to explain, ” You can not always trust what you hear others say”  But there again gossiping peers have an enormous influence on their social skills.  Often, every now and then we watch the scary movies with them, hey a little fear can’t hurt.  Can it??   Freddy, Jason, wolfman, and Dracula  Well you get the picture.  I believe a change of interaction between parent and child must begin with values, morals, discipline, logic and truthfulness.  Perhaps a little home-grown religion may help but not overboard to the point the kid can’t have a child’s life.  After all, growing up should be a happy memory, it should have pretty birthdays, loving parents, the very greatest of all grandparents and friends, protectors , balloons, candy and the joy of the world.  Get Real!

Some of us have had horror, pain, poverty, and cruel unusual punishment.  I know this for a fact, that it is easier to love a child now than to imprison an unloved adult later.  We know we can not always get it right, but we could try a little harder to correct the problems now before the explosion in their lives later.  Teach them how to pray, teach them about managing money, how to be kind to others but also to not let people use them or abuse them.  We kind of have to help them learn social behavior with respect and honesty.

We can not ever give up on them if they can’t run fast, if their soccer game isn’t all that, if their home work is not bringing the A”s or B”s.  We have to be tolerant of their successes as well as their failures, we have to prove to them about the dangers of drugs, criminal intentions, dishonesty, lurid behavior, sex and on my God, ALCOHOL.  Somewhere on this planet, the entire family has got to show a better direction for our kids. 

Thanks For Caring

 DAnthonyM

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Some Insight On Each Other

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     It is my hope that what I tell you will help in some way , perhaps give you an idea of right and wrong.  Define insight:  imminent, just around the corner, impending, coming, well you get the definition.  All of us, sitting, waiting and trying to avoid failure, wanting more than we need, and seeking that which is unnecessary..  I just want to say, Love God, Believe in him, and except Jesus Christ as your personal saviour.  Everything else is a road to ignorance and antisocial behavior.   Alright, it is not that easy, give up smoking, drinking, fusing, lieing, cheating, hurting others close to you and beyond, start helping others, giving with no reward for doing so, loving your neighbors, and living a good solid life with out drugs, alcohol,  sex outside of marriage ( big ones , huh?).   Ok, you have a better plan for mankind, woman kind?  Wars, riots, bigots, drinking, gambling, hatred, and murderrrrrrrr.  Oh my God, who on this earth is appreciative of all of that?  Not me, listen friend, even if you disagree of Christianity, or any other faith, remember we have the power to change our behavior, to help each other and explore a different way of living before the odds fall against humanity.  You know, I can not help but state, The wars in the east, How uncivilized is all of that, kill, destroy women, children, our fellow brothers and sister of this life to prove what?  We are nuts to be there, they are nuts to continue a course that has serious destruction to everything they belive in.  Well, I’m not into politics, oil, power, energy and cash flow, You Know!  I just want peace and the price for that has always been with blood and war..  It seems, mankind can not sat down and say, what can I do to help you and yours.  What great men all over the world, wakes up in the morning and realizes, that ,  just possibly, we can strive for an end to suffering, poverty, bloodshed, sickness, ignorance, hatred,  and on.  I know this thing about religion is powerful, who is to say, how one should worship, but if it means killing another human being.  I say, it is not what our creator planed for man kind, we can cripple each other now and erase everything right later, or we can build together a world like heaven.

DAnthonyM

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Life and the Mentally Challenge

 

Prayer Is About Faith

When you first awake from a foggy slumber and your mind isn’t just there yet. You begin to take oxygen into your lungs, your mind ripples from this deep abyss.
That ummp feeling which  swept you completly away from reality.

 Perhaps a dream, even a nightmare, there is a clue, no knowledge of defense against what is occurring.  How about, mom isn’t there, dad is away, sister, brother, are all gone gone.  You are alone inside your shoes which are not on your feet. Iinside your mind,  your chest of horror that is no longer a seed in your belly has this ideal that has always kept you proud but afraid too.    But this time, nothing is quite the routine of yesterday.  Of winds of better times of joy, and laughing tears.

 Perhaps  standing on an edge of a cliff,   A giant of a cliff , so far above bolders, and the great  green dark ocean beneath , there beneath you.

Suddenly now your neck is just beneath the clouds, and that it belittles you as if a mammoth”s hoofs were upon your brow. The brow of a moth. 

  Suddenly, Very, suddenly, you are choking, ghasping for air, for help, yelling as loudly as your very tiny larnyx will alow, but just enough wind to blow you over and what a scream!! You are falling deeper than you want to go,  Arms pulling from your ribs, your legs are like rubber bands that bend at ease, you are about to go straight to hell.  Wait  how about a flight upon some great wing, way up into the sky, the blue passion of the universe but you realize again, you are breathing an air of fear, the anxiety is way too much, you want off the wing of flight, you are at a panic, you are very much in fear of the dreaded word, death, you are not impressed about going up, up, and away to the wild blue business, You realize very quickly, you must jump off or the price is a wet splatter that  you can not rise from.   Now imagine living this way,  90 + % , of this time in your life .  NOW>>>>> Welcome to the  Mentally Challenge .

DAnthonyM

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