
And the clock struck midnight, I knew what I had to do I just didn’t know if I had the guts to go through with it.
I stood there in the shadows contemplating my next move.

And the clock struck midnight, I knew what I had to do I just didn’t know if I had the guts to go through with it.
I stood there in the shadows contemplating my next move.

Songs that mention time.
In this case Christmas time. Shake up Christmas by Train is just one of those songs that I can listen to at any time of the year. A message of hope for a better world is a good message to carry in your heart.
Notable Verses
[Verse 1]
There's a story that I was told
And I wanna tell the world before
I get too old
And don't remember it, so let's December it
And reassemble it, oh, yeah
Once upon a time, in a town like this
A little girl made a great big wish
To fill the world full of happiness
And be on Santa's magic list
And
[Verse 2]
At the same time, miles away
A little boy made a wish that day
That the world would be okay
And Santa Claus would hear him say:
“I got dreams and I got love
I got my feet on the ground and family above
Can you send some happiness with my best
To the rest of the people of the East and the West
And maybe every once in a while
You give my grandma a reason to smile
‘Tis the season to smile
It’s cold, but we’ll be freezing in style
And let me meet a girl one day
That wants to spread some love this way
We can let our souls run free
And she can open some happiness with me”
A basic one two
Slap beat
Hard
Step forward
Marching towards us
This is not my America
Armed warriors
Djembe, bongo, conga
Rolling beat bass
Da da boom Da da boom
Shakers
shake us
Cymbals
deafen us
Snare snare
Snatch and shuffle
Drum line
Sticks raised in unison
Pay attention
Pray for this Attrition

Music Composed with FL Mobile

Vinyl adhesive & Pen on 9×12 mixed media paper

She stands there every day. Dressed to the nines but wearing so much makeup she looks more like a deranged clown than a woman of the hoi polloi. She is clutching her black Versace knockoff purse close to her chest. She is mumbling to herself; the words are unintelligible. And then she appears frozen, like she’s stuck in a thought or a memory.
At first, I thought she might be a conceptual performance artist; after all, she was standing near the 81st Street & 5th Avenue entrance to The Met. Anything is possible here in NYC.
A group of young schoolgirls is leaving The Met in an orderly fashion, being led to their school bus by their teachers. The girls are full of smiles and giggles as they pass the older woman, who has her back to them. One of the girls’ shoelaces came undone, and she stopped to tie her shoe right near the old woman.
The woman begins to seethe with anger that this child has the audacity to kneel down beside her. Her head slowly turns, and her body follows towards the child.
The young girl is startled by the movement and hastily tries to catch up with her classmates.
This mad woman, this crazy lady, starts screaming at the top of her lungs.
“How dare you disrespect your elders ! You horrible miscreants ! If you continue to act like this, you will NEVER amount to ANYTHING!!!
I overhear the teachers telling their students to ignore her and board the bus. I think of my own daughter, who is a teacher, and how she may have handled this situation.
I’ve been waiting for a friend and thought entering the museum on this side would be the least busy; never could I have imagined that I would witness a fiasco of someone who either forgot to take their meds or quite possibly needs to start taking them as soon as possible.
My name is Lisa and I live in The Big Apple, aka NYC and this is the first of one of many experiences I hope to share with you.
A series of fictionalized stories based on the life of fellow blogger/friend LA over at Waking Up On The Wrong Side Of 50.
Written for Esther Chilton’s writing prompt for the word Red, set to the tune of Coldplay’s Yellow.
Look at the Wolves Look how they stand by you And everything you do Yeah, they were all blood red I came along I wrote a poem for you And all the the shit you do And it was called, "Red" So then we raised our fists in solidarity, And it was all fiery red Your skin, oh yeah, your skin, and bones Turn into something so nasty you hide behind layers of makeup And you know, you know We fucking hate you so You know you delusional heartless piece of shit We won't back down, just wait and see Oh, what a thing to do ? Cause you and your cronies are all yellow with fear ! We drew our guns We drew our guns at you Shouting the 2nd Amendment still rings true (THOSE OF US WHO BLINDLY FOLLOWED YOU) Oh, what a thing to do And it was all red ! And your skin, oh yeah, your skin, and bones Turn into something... And you know, for you, They'd (Corporate Democrats too) bleed For you, Sadly it's true Look how they follow you Look how they manipulate for you Look how they... Look how they... Look how they... Look at the Wolves Look how they fall with you Because of all the things that you do
The President is quoted as saying “The day of reckoning & retribution is coming to Minnesota.” What does that mean ? Does that mean that they are planning a mass shooting on protesters ?

Hanging out
down Maggies Farm
Poked a bees nest,
an angry swarm
I ran, I ran
I slammed the door
Told lil Charlie
to go out for chores
100 angry bees done
stung his arm
Ok an Unarmed lesbian Mother of three in an SUV is labeled a domestic terrorist BUT someone drives a U-haul at top speed through an Anti Iranian Regime protest in L.A. and there is no mention of THAT being an act of Domestic Terrorism ? 🙄😔🤯😤