The Less Fortunate,..Is There a Solution?

Do we stay in a state of lethargy,hoping that what we have seen in the streets,alley’s,and gutters,during our walk or ride to work,all just disappear? Is there a thought of why this is a serious reality to date?

Every day there is another somebody thrown into the abysmal cesspool of a torn,and broken life going nowhere with sometimes,.. no return. I know that there are reasons that the life of that someone may have been well off,or okay. But to have that life changed at the stroke of a pen,whether a major player,at a major company,or telling someone to have a great day,while handing them their hot and salty fries,must be quite devastating. I personally haven’t experienced the box life,and having that box to lie down in at night. But I have been homeless, meaning I have lived among others,and felt the pang of not having what I needed to get ahead. The not knowing where to go,or what I was to do. And that was on me to get it right.I didn’t blame anyone for my situation.I had only me to get angry at,and blame my reasons for my lack,entirely on me. But what about the person who have not found his/her way back from despair? Do you see who they are on side the of the highways,and bi-ways? What do we know of their plight? And if we did know,would it make all the difference in whether or not they’re worthy of help? Are we angry at their state of consciousness or their way of obtaining assistance? If their state of consciousness, should we not suggest a more workable solution to their problem? Do they seek help, and the world turn its back on what may have been created by its system? I am not advocating any quick solution for what ails,because frankly I think there is one. But the reality of this is that the poor will always be here among us. There is always a quick solution to an age old problem,but that would not create any sensible reasons to overlook what is here to stay. Funding,and aide may be in sight,but how could it be profitable to take a man’s daunted soul,and promise wealth and health,when he has seen nothing but doom. He eats,and sleeps in a state of no tomorrow. These programs are non sustaining and worse than crack cocaine. Give them a little,and send them back where they were,..in that cesspool of abyss!If there is a solution,then it must be years in the making.

I hope that I have not angered anyone,because it wasn’t my intention. And I don’t believe that everyone who seeks this aide is,or is not able to get on his/her feet. What I am speaking of,is that there is no real solution for the unfortunate. Those whose minds have been twisted because of loss on every turn.So when, we walk,or ride past the less fortunate daily,and some of us wish that it wasn’t what we see, let’s remember that it is real. The struggle is real. That quick fix idea to give a hand out, which didn’t come as a gift,but more of a handicap to an otherwise healthy minded man or woman whose dreams were crushed,is not aa help to them at all. No one wants to live as a dependent of whatever is thrown their way,and told to do better. All want better,but better won’t be if priorities are not in order. I ask,..Is there a solution, “do-able,and workable” to get a despairing mind back to working,and  out

Sufferings of a Great Nation?

Desparity

of that box in the abyss? After all,..we all are one paycheck and a box away from poverty,and becoming the “less  fortunate.”

Advertisements
Comments Off on The Less Fortunate,..Is There a Solution? Posted in Uncategorized

I’m Still Absorbing,..(A Learning Process)

I read something yesterday,that was written by a famous tennis player, Arthur Ashe. He said,” Start where you are,use what you have,and do what you can.” I was never so understanding of any famous quotes as I am of this one. “Why?It’s always because I wish to think that what I need to do,is get something more first,..do something more. When in fact,I have what I need to do whatever I choose. I choose to learn,and learn more about my possibilities,and if there are limitations,to challenge them. I have all that I need to get where I want to be,..I have knowledge of the very thing I love,..art! It may not have a degree behind it,nor has what I do been an easy journey,..but it’s my journey. My journey into the “woulds.” Would I be better off laying down my brushes and pens,my canvasses,my 6H pencils,and just be a procrastinator? No,..I wouldn’t. I would then become idle. Can I handle idleness,..possibly,but mostly because I am too stubborn to except anything less than doing what I want,and accomplishing a win,or battling a loss.One way or the other,I will start where I am,use what I have been blessed with,do what I humanly can,in order to get where I see positivity as my goal. All I know,is that I am still absorbing life,and all its’ rules,..it’s a learning process!

Comments Off on I’m Still Absorbing,..(A Learning Process) Posted in Uncategorized

Decoupaged Thoughts!

What I post here and now is from the heart of my thoughts. I want to tell you why I feel the need to allow my mind to contemplate what it does. I have very vivid thought patterns,and I make it a must when I have a grand idea. I don’t know if this a first for anyone else,but it’s a first for me. I was overwhelmed with what my mind brought to the forefront of my thoughts. I was about to make something unique,..uniquely mine,that is,and I wanted it on canvas. So I used the most vibrant red’s,the warmest orange’s,healing green’s,golden yellow’s,tad bits of blue,and black to create the background of what I was thinking next. My heart let me in on what I truly saw,and felt. It rode my brainwaves to no end. So after I stretched my canvass,lovingly over and around the edges of the pine wood frames,I then commenced to create vibrancy with my colors,and streaked it well. Of course my scissors wanted in on my thoughts,so I took some crafting paper of black,and allowed my mind to control my hands into crafting beautiful black silhouettes of African Maidens and Queens with my Fiskars. Just Beautiful! How elated I was to see what my mind saw,and bring it into fruition. Yes! But then my DECOUPAGE GLUE,(Mr. Hold it Together) got a little jealous,and I had to let him in on this piece,cause it was he who held what my vibrant colors,canvas,and scissors had produce,so I knew that without him I couldn’t produce anything! With respect and honor,I let him in,and he allow me to use,and be used by his contents which resided within his container. How credulous was my spirit when I pour his contents onto my work. It was kind of cloudy to start with,but in time with patience I began to see clearly what was pieced together,as if it were my soul being carefully held,and made a useful vessel for his strength,honor,and glory! (Mr.Hold It Together) That Decoupage gave what was just pieces of an idea,a whole new way to shine. And my swamp Sirens were born!

Swamp Siren" Louisiana style!

Swamp Siren” Louisiana style!

My New Pics 2015 020

Dancing in the darkness of the Bayou swamp lands!

Dancing in the darkness of the Bayou swamp lands!

My New Pics 2015 021

That Baggage Led To Broken-ess!

The ess-ence of her youth was lost in the empti-ness of every man she came across. And the productive-ness of what she could have given,became obscured and regretful. No matter how she ached from the lonli-ness, there was the refill,..the refill came in the form another empty soul;another succubus to take more than its share. She longed for together-ness,and comfort, and made use-less lies appear as truth. What she hadn’t noticed was the worth-less, meaning-less,trifling and seedy ways that she was manipulated into,and the need to control her mind, every time she left the door to heart unguarded. All that baggage led to the broken-ness she tried to hide. She didn’t realize that she was sewing into her spirit, a sick-ness that cannot be cured by hidden thread, from a yearning to be loved needle of denial. Her baggage,held by her,simply led to broken-ness!

What Makes My Colors,…My Art!

I can sit at this desk,in this tiny room,and make up a really vivid tale of why I love what I do. But that would be just inane! It wouldn’t take much to get me started, but I want to be truthful about the whole thing. To begin to color a page takes time and thought, just to get an idea  I may have had a month ago come to life. The materials are there, and all I have to do is sit, and get to scribbling. But if my scribbles are not in tune with the colors,.. that are in my thoughts then what I have to express would not come out exactly as I may have planned. And by then the frustration sets in,and the paper crumbled. So do I allow my art to determine the colors,or let the colors determine my art? Let me begin again,because there is creativity wanting to be released,and a masterpiece wrought. That Aha! moment and voila! An actual production of my inner self traced,drawn,and/or sketched on paper,or canvass. Nothing special or exclusive,but nice.Heck, it was just a circle with two eyes  a mouth,a little color! No real effort after such a start.Either way,it still has character,and lots of personality. And that’s what makes my art so colorful!

From here to Canvas,or Paper! An Idea is form,then drawn.

From here to Canvas,or Paper! An Idea is form,then drawn.

Comments Off on What Makes My Colors,…My Art! Posted in Uncategorized

It’s 1:52a.m.,..and I’m Awake!

This is ludicrous,.. I am awake.  I am still awake! Maybe because it’s too darn hot to sleep,or maybe I am asleep,and sleep walking. Maybe I have too much on my mind,and whatever it is,known or unknown,it’s keeping me up! It’s now 1:58 a.m. Yesterday,I read some blogs,got some ideas for my artwork,got excited,then my daughter called me to tell me she’d been in a car wreck. Now my mind is experiencing a serious melee. Maybe I don’t know how to turn it off,and the known things are confessing what I feel,in silence. Then there’s the art thingy,that has me desiring to pick up that 6B pencil and sketch that don’t want to be known thing that is residing in my heart. But then I’d have to color it a very bright and beautiful color that would make me comfortable and sleepy. Yeah,ok,it’s 2 a.m.,but it’s okay,because I am okay with what I now know of what I had refused to know at 1:52 a.m.,..and that is that I need to to call it a night in this early morning! And by the way,my daughter’s fine,..a little hard-headed,but fine.Sleep is inevitable,so I will do my body this good deed, and…………sleep! Be well everyone.

When I Can't Sleep

When I Can’t Sleep

Comments Off on It’s 1:52a.m.,..and I’m Awake! Posted in Uncategorized