Homebound: Day 18

 

Last mucky days?

 The kids and I will surely miss the snow...

Snow, wind, sun...

When snow, wind and sun collide...

Elsewhere, wars rage on...

Homebound: Day 10

With eyebrow pencils and acrylic:

     

Homebound: Day 8

 

Homebound: Day 7

        

 

Homebound: Day 6

 

Life is like

Life is like an airport
With arrivals and departures
‘Cept there’s no turning there
Once you’re truly up in the air.

Some make it through. Some don’t.
They never get past
Customs or immigration.
Some lose their luggage
And live to the fullest.

Some have all the time
Watching more arrivals
More early departures.
But when you’re, oh, so delayed,
You’d want to depart yourself
See what’s behind that gate.
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Homebound? Paint a birdhouse

 

When you can't use arcylic, then it's tempera instead...

In tempera and acrylic on Day 3.

The God of gods

When the self-proclaimed

God of gods goes unhinged
The lesser gods just
Scratch their heads.
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Nearly cut off my fingers

Young coconuts on sale
A taste of the tropics, you’d say
With plastic straws for sipping
That refreshing sweet juice within
But where to get a bolo machete
For that jelly meat in its belly?

So you go about laboring
The way you’d seen husking
Voila! But the shell needed cracking
And your kitchen knife nearly taking

Three of your fingers
For that sweet flesh
Now you know better.
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Close your eyes

Close your eyes
Don’t even look at the price
Just fill it up.
It’s just gas.
For somewhere
Soldiers
Are going home
In pieces
Tearing into
Their mothers’ hearts.

Close your eyes
Don’t even look at the numbers
Just let them die.
Collateral damage.
For somewhere
Kings
Are playing games
With their pawns
Are you feeding
Into their egos and pride?

Close your eyes…
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It's all about money and power. Where did empathy and compassion go?

  FULL INTERVIEW: Donald Trump's nephew tells all ahead of White House return | 60 Minutes Australia

Now and Then

Now
Where did I put my keys?
Where’s my phone?
Where are my glasses?
Why did I come here?
What did I come here for?
What’s my password again?

And then
What are these keys for?
How do I use this phone?
How are these glasses worn?
Where am I?
Where is home?
What password?
Who are you?

Go away! Leave me alone!  
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On Control

“Which do you think gives the government more control? A population that goes to work, earns money, buys things that they can’t really afford so they get into debt so they have to go back to work, do more of the thing that they don’t really like to get more money to pay the debt for the thing that they didn’t really need..” – TN -

Everyone Thought Africa Would Be Hit the Hardest… They Were Wrong 

Global War on Terror

When history repeats itself...

2005 - I wept for parents who lost their children in Iraq or Afghanistan. 

2026 - Repeat...

Joyful

Not in the crimson rising or setting sun
Not in the shiny red Spanish plums
Not in her lush vegetable garden
Not in the jumpy fish so fresh
Not in the blinding whiteness
Of sea salt brimming in storage
Not in the scent of fresh firewood
Not in the sight of the water buffalo.

Grandma’s joy she draws from deep within
Every warm breath for a new day again
Every Bible verse and hymn
Her growing granddaughter
Her first words: “Nanay,” “Lolo,” “Auntie”
Her voice as her first prayer she utters.

Grandma’s joy she draws from deep within
As the crickets sing. The chickens cluck and coo.
And her little girl’s tiny limbs around her.
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