Explosive Refrain

Secretes hidden in the margins eluding to the thots I have.

Written in the underlines and scribbles of notes in books I’ve read and pages I’ve dogeared.

Messages I’m sending,

secreted in code.

Flowering Dogwood "dog-earring" Coastal Running and Playing

plain to hear

in themes of playlists I’ve bookmarked or mix-taped.

Are you hearing me?

Do you see me?

Are you getting it yet?

loud and clear

Can you be move just a little bit, to tap even your baby toe?

Will you understand better if I say it like this or say it like that?

Do I need to shout it or say it softly?

What if I stand on my head and spin some plates while I try to explain again?

Will you hear all that I am not saying in the refrain?

As it bleeds through painstakingly

gushing out

Life Living in screams of what’s obvious.

Same Dogwood, bookmarking a different perspective.

Raspy voice in tired throats of dry efforts spent in vain.

Yapping chirping yipping barks squawking like a fierce chihuahua,

Who’s only power lies in it’s irritating nag.

I will not alter the drips of one priceless drop of blood

Or cease to pour out the many waters of my life filled love.

Ebbing and Flowing

Tides crashing and currents

creating

sunsets and moonrises.

Can’t change the way I hum, dance or boogie

For the deaf, dumb and blind

who have no honor or capacity for fun and joy.

Snuffing out their criticisms and judgements, with the peace I play in and the grace I run with.

Splashing boldly with the cannon ball of my essence and art.

There is room for us all.

There is space for collective expression.

Not mere tolerance

But celebrated EmBrace.

Take up as much space as you want or need,

But don’t tromp through my garden with your wide hips and narrow mind,

Carelessly smashing my flowers and herbs.

Destroying and dimming the light

of my eminent life giving colors and flavors.

There is room, capacity and grace for all that you are and all you are becoming,

without me dumbing down or diminishing all that I’ve been and established

and shared with you in humble benefit.

Just because I don’t blare a blazing with trumpets announcing to all

What my left hand has done

And just because I haven’t shown you what my right hand is doing and sustaining,

Doesn’t mean it isn’t happening and spinning and spooling plentiful substance.

Look out for the quiet one with head down and hands to a plow.

They are the gift horse who have planted and prepared for the famine and the feast,

Whom you glean from corners left as scraps from the overflow of unearned remesas. Relinquished as welfare from unweaned tits

sucked and sore from hogs guzzled and drunk with no contribution.

No curious questions from teachable hearts, only self focused striving

scramming famished with insatiable hunger

for attention and validation not remitted in younger years.

Grow up and come in, sit down and sup with an eternal shalom.

Identity bestowed that aligns and resonates

Feels like home and a custom coat of many colors

Inheritance unearned but needed to thrive and build legacy for your own.

It’s here.

It’s now.

Plenty and unending.

Faith and Substance just a thought away.

Nearby and waiting for relational engagement and reciprocated connection just a desire away.

Within reach for the choosing just a choice away.

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I don’t have a problem with Remesas. I am a generous and benevolent giver and I believe we are blessed to be a blessing and share in helping bring others up in dignity not pity.

But, however, comma, when charity swings someone in depravity and desperation and flings their misinterpreted mindset off that pendulum over into entitlement, I remove my philanthropic hand and leave those to their own choices and consequences. I am not saying people choose  depravity or desperation, I'm saying entitlment is an attitude of choosing in contrast to gratitude and humble honor.

Have you seen Cinderella Man with Russel Crowe and Rene Zellweger?

Oh the Chutzpah and humble gratitude that Mr. Braddock had to have had to pay back the TEMPORARY welfare relief money that was not a solution, but rather assisted him in helping his family get back on their feet during the great depression. I'm not saying that welfare monies should be paid back. I am more advocating for an attitude of respect and gratitude towards the assistance and help during tough times, even if the help is coming from 'the government.'

“Welfare relief was never intended to be sustainable income or a way of life.”

Welfare is temporary relief.

REFORM

Abuse:

Abuse of Disability Benefits and budget speding is just as rampant as is the misappropriation of welfare funds.

Let’s keep in mind who 'the government' is.

We the people, For the people, Of the people, By the people

Are Us The People, the voters, the tax payers.

I wonder how we the people would behave, spend, save, and share if we conducted ourselves as citizens as though our citizenship were as shareholders stewarding the space, community, city, county, and country in which we live?

I keep saying this. I keep preaching it whenever and wherever appropriate.

"Our micro personal life choices has impact on our macro community for good and for bad whether we intend for it to or not. "

With keeping in mind that we the people are the government and it is our vote and tax paying dollars that fund the budgets for helping those in need.

Let's us also not distance ourselves from the responsibility of our personal contributions to building healthy interconnected communities rather than abdicating authority and relinquishing the privilege of responsibilities through lazy entitlement bred by defaulting to socialism. 

Personal Micro Influence:

Sharing is caring, not corruption.

Helping is generous, not greedy.

Public Macro Impact:

Government is leadership, not politics.

Stewardship is relational, not political.

What I am adovating for is humble teachable hearts to learn from each other, understanding and connection not taken for granted nor assumed.