Posts Tagged ‘tribute’

TAPS: For Cissy’s Little Girl

February 13, 2012

Me thinks ’twas Paul
that gave the case
to carry thorns
at the side
in this Life race

that ANGELS have
their DEMONS too
they were a model
fashioned
as me and you

a Human HARP
that played simple
grand
a honey child
in front of bands

t’would ALWAYS
LOVE US
Heaven’s told
even caught up
in “some” fold

the aches the PAINS
too medicate
sought JORDAN’S
cleanse
before the gate

she came here
alone
but gathered fame
and leaves us
a remembered name…

WHITNEY, thy name is beauty
the race was to COMPLETE
and you have

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The Making of a Lawn Jockey

February 20, 2011

My name is Joque Graves,( Mr. Washington called me [JOCKO].). I come here with my father near Mr. Penn’s forested glens and hills near Trenton.

We’ve been in the middle of this ruckus with these men with loud coats, noses turned up like Turkeys in a downpour. The only thing is that they ain’t dying quick enough for any of Mr. Washington’s friends.

Mr. Washington’s got a plan to take some fighters across the Del-ware, ( You can see my Pa with ’em in the painting.), and send the “Loud Coats” home as cold storage so that we can work this land the way they wants. But, Mr. Washington says I’m too young to make a “proper” fighter yet. Heck, I sees to all ‘im’s Hawses good ’nuff. Back in ‘Ginya’ ain’t a bale I can’t pitch a-ways !


But, he says I should “grow” more and learn ‘responsablity’ first. He told me that I make sure that he and he’s friends get back right, that I should wait here at camp, so that when they come back, at dark, that I give ’em my “lighterns’ glow, to find the hawses.

I was young, but, Mr. Washington chose one of he’s bestest to do my task…

It was too cold, but I held my pawzishun, like a “STATUE”, I stood waiting ’til they got back. I was an ice block when they got back, but that “Lightern” hadn’t loss its fire when they found me… Froze there… just as any “GOOD” SOLDIER at ‘is post. Showing Mr. Washington’s VOLUNTEER SOLDIERS the way to safety.


Mr. Washington couldn’t give me a proper burr-yal a’cause the “loud coats” was bringin’ in them big ol’ [HESSIAN] folk, from Germ-knee, to help ’em  save  King George’s “face”.

Although I’m rotten in the roots of an Oak tree Mr. Washington had ‘is skulpter build a “likeness” of what I looked like… stood it by the steps of ‘is front porch just like he found me that night.

Now, for awhile a lot of  my kindred thought that my statue was an ‘N-salt to ’em. But to let y’all know it was a great “[LINEN]” man’s way o’ sayin’ THANKS to someone who’ done a MAN’S WORK before they was.

After the war was won my statue got a rebirth from the folk that built the `’underground railroad’, you know the one inj-neered by Hair-yet Tubmum? The folks that was the stashin mastahs would have me stand infront o’ they’s house to tell my kin that they’s house was SAFE.

My name is Joque Graves I’d seen, almos’ twe’ve summahs  afores I paid MY fee for YOUR FREEDOM…

The month of February has been designated for the EDUCATION of a PEOPLE that have assisted in the building of one of the “GREATEST” nations of recorded history. The above story is something that ALMOST never has been TAUGHT in OUR schools. SHARE the KNOWLEDGE. It TRULY does set a PEOPLE FREE.

And a CHILD Shall Lead Them

January 26, 2009

We have been in a 2920 day blender that history will identify as one of this nation’s greatest dispatches of social cognizance ever… eh-VER !

After treating the world’s populations to the atrocities that only the truly sick may the former governing administration has pushed those that used to possess an innate ability to discern the off kilter now seem to not notice “Bigfoot” as he, and family, stand in line buying groceries. Or this is further sign that the Fort Dearborn area has far more troubles than first realized. With all the anti-terrorist blather being projected from an administrative orifice for the last eight years and the billions of dollars we’re now all missing, a not-so-news article has set the record straight about just how well the Bush/ Cheney scare tactics have rooted themselves into the minds of those who “PROTECT and SERVE”.[No one noticed.] [\” He\’s VERY mature for (t)his AGE\”. ]

If anything, this young man should be recommended for something that will provide a positive note “in his jacket”, because without the KEY tools of the job this youth has managed to TEACH an entire nation that in order to PROTECT one’s FAMILY and FRIENDS all ONE has to DO is PAY ATTENTION .


If this act goes the opposite way of a “Davidic” action then I believe that those who think that they are “IN CHARGE” need to return to a place that will give them the insight needed to do their job correctly. And if this is what this young man ‘s convictions are now…

Whats under the surface ?

What's under the surface ?

The Pilot’s Reagan Went Off in the Cockpit…

April 3, 2008

AM I BLLUUUEEEE!..and when the FAA asked him about the whys and wherefores he looked around, like Martin Moeller, and saw there was “nobody left”. When the President fired the air traffic controllers a partial gate to the air travelers current abyss opened for of all of us. There is ,always, another side of the things that have been enacted by those we’ve placed into positions of “authority”, via the media’s prolific polishings .

Ever since Matwan, people in nice suits with single knot nooses have enjoyed their Oedipal powers in the lives of the adept of the service industries. They instigate “proper” actions from the fear of the loss of control, they just don’t have enough. To let a person do the job/task that they’ve trained for, for some time, is not within their human resource manuals handed down to them. At least that’s how I see it. There is another side that these folks cannot conceive. That conception, the wiping the crusts from eyes that haven’t closed, in rest, for three weeks and more. Waiting for micro-slivers of any type of metal or wood, maybe some variation of a toxic polymer, to fester, all liquid rainbow under the Astro-dome of skin, to erupt and dismiss the offensive invader, in a Vesuvial manner, away in relief. Okay, enough graphics. It’s been said that the brilliance of the diamond is only derived from the many facets below. The middle-class ARE those facets! Differently cut, depending on the size of the stone, the clarity of its “cut”. I guess what I’m trying to say is that the 1% need a bit of faceting from the fundament up. Some of what I’m trying to say is this, if we on this globe just allow all of us to do our best most of the time, and encourage also, infantile treatment will cease soon. Here’s a little “prose” about my chosen income as example.

From the first road case down the truck’s ramp,

until that same case rolls back up it 17 hours later,

I AM a UNION of knowledge and co-operation.

By answering this call to SERVICE on a daily basis

I feed my children, as you and your children sing,

stare, laugh or cry,

I am a Union of Knowledge and CO-OPERATION.

A VERY OBSERVANT person said,

“When a society loses its ART it ceases to be a SOCIETY.”

I AM a UNION of that KNOWLEDGE AND CO-OPERATION!

( This was inspired by Ron Fisher, my first business agent/#363-Reno,NV and one Wm. Scott Bretzman: “Mountain”of National Lampoon’s ‘Animal House’. Cancer victim 2006)                                                             Thank you for taking the time read this bit of my brain.

(The Title for the graphic is: AM I BLLUUUEEEE!?!/found@www.188503.Spreadshirt.com/Shop 188503/ item#2744541-0).