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Poetry Written & Recorded by: Egypt English
Vocals & vocal production: Egypt English
Produced by: Uchawi Beatz
Mixed by: King Frank
Video shot & edited: Chop County Republic
Stay positive and happy. Work hard and don’t give up hope. Be open to criticism and keep learning. Surround yourself with happy, warm and genuine people.
Yeah, so I’m pretty sure we took the titles Lord and Lady of the Manor to a whole other level for our anniversary/my birthday getaway, but could there have been a greater display of wealth and splendor?¿—and no—I do not mean the opulent staircase, Grand Portico, or majestic grounds of the Historic Rosemont Manor. No, while all of the latter is surely breathtaking, I am speaking of the hearts that move about the manor, center stage and behind the scenes—those who host the elegant tea parties, tend to the stately grounds, prepare and serve the delectable breakfast dishes, maintain the cleanliness of such an immaculate estate—and even those with fur and glowing eyes that scare the heebie-jeebies out of you in the midnight hours as you travel through the gate after a charming dinner in Old Town Winchester. Yes, I am speaking of the hearts we embraced which beat like Sioux feet, and embraced us back with love and that “oh my goodness, Sister Sue is the plug” for homemade jam! Yes, my loves, four months and some change later Frank and I are in still in love with Rosemont. Continue reading “WE FOUND LOVE AT ROSEMONT”
“A third of deaths after September’s hurricane were due to interruptions in medical care caused by power cuts and broken road links, researchers say.” —BBC NEWS
Is this anger?
I want to say it was anger which seeped through my tear ducts upon seeing the breaking news article Frank shared with me, but it…it is somewhat raptured, caught between anguish, anger, anxiety and a whole host of other words that all mean I am utterly lost for words, and emotions feel really funny right now. How can we? This—all—my stream of consciousness. How can we sit back in our privileged luxuries, be they minimal or grand, and not at least try to make this world a more caring, more loving place? How can we sleep at night knowing so many living and breathing sisters and brothers, mothers, children, infants, and elders are no longer living and breathing, simply because we all as a unit have yet to care enough to ensure that our kin at least had a surviving, fighting, weeping chance? I know why these hurricanes touched land and why these floods rose so maliciously, and I rebuke the mampa isi, the unega—the evil spirits, the devils and all others who gave the okay and allowed such a tragedy to befall in such an ungodly manner a people, our people. I rebuke us all for being so selfish, so deaf, so dumb, so mute, so blind. We must do better—myself included. We must care for our siblings across this globe as we care for our own. We must care for our own enough and with such high regard that we can care for our sisters and brothers afar—so that we feel compelled to care for our sisters and brothers afar. We must remember each persono and persona near or far in our prayers, meditations, thoughts, deeds, and actions. We have been mad. Mad with the lack of tender love and care. We have been cold.
And we, here on American soil, allow Air Force One and all other “government” aircrafts to fly all about the United States Incorporated, from tea party to gala, business trip to pleasure trip, personal getaway to collusion getaway, but we do not stand with unity, dignity, and force to declare that all said crafts be grounded and stocked with supplies and/or rescue provisions to aid the United States Incorporated territory that is Puerto Rico in the wake and aftermath of such a storm to ensure the safety and livelihood of as many people as possible. I mean seriously, do you really need roads or power lines to land a helicopter? When will the streets of United States Incorporated be flooded with the living and breathing bodies of the United States Republic screaming death to the devils, life to love!¿
If my life is my message…what kind of message am I sending?
I do love myself—enough to fear nothing. I release all judgments of myself and all others. Thus, I will and I shall live, give, and I shall build. My practice is my adventure—my life, this journey, is my practice. And although I seek the bounty and the beauty that is the rose, I shall not fear its thorns. I will regard each prick as a lesson to be learned—each scar, a badge of honor earned.
With all of my love.