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This is a photo of a photo of a photo due to so much being stolen from me.
My father was in the Casa Del Sol Nursing Home in Las Cruces, NM
He was very abused there. His legs were filled with blood clots
Yet the CEO of this dump hotel was obsessed about making
my father get physical therapy and walk - to kill him!
And my brother offered to come down to help get him moved to
a reliable nursing home. Instead my brother conspired with the
pedophile priest from Albany, NY and killed my father!

My Note to Those who read this: My father died a very cruel death Jan 14, 2000. He was forced to die and it was planned by my own brother and a paedophile priest (Fr. David Bentley, who molested children for 19 years in Albany, NY and the Catholic Church transferred him WHEN about 26 of his victims filed class action lawsuit or separate lawsuits) My brother gave the priest precedence over me. He promised to keep the priest away from my father and that he would call me if Dad stopped talking or any other changes. My father was talking when my brother arrived at the hospital. My father was due to be discharged the next day by the doctor BECAUSE his lungs were clear. Yet my brother had my father transferred to a different floor without notifying me and had him drugged up and set him up for hospice - all behind my back when I went back to Dad's apartment just to rest and take care of my cat, which I brought with me and promised Dad I would move down there to take care of him for as long as he needed.

MMy cat Frosty was poisoned by an intruder at the apartment I was poisoned with lead, leaching from my water. I had a heart attack. The apartment building was owned by a group of attorneyes. The Secretary of State refused to tell me who they were even though I proved I lived there!

I had my Persian Tabby cat Frosty for ten years.

Update 11/9/2018 www.appleofmyeyes.org/2018/04/checks-and-balances.html

Blackstone Intelligence Network

Published on Nov 9, 2018

Israel
sees that China's economic power is on the ascent while that of the United
States is in decline. The parasitic philosophy of Zionism knows that its
current host is going to die and is seeing new blood.

I love Jake's reporting, he is so scholarly, but my having about 15 years on him, I tend to be much more tired of the corruption and violence coming out of Washington!

Look at all the mass shootings! They make money on mass shootings - snatching and grabbing and using it for nefarious purposes such as building more Transgender clinics! WAKE UP!

Sandy Hook FAKE shooting was Dec 12, 2012 (12/12/12) - Subscribe to GEMATRIA on YouTube! GEMATRIA SHOULD BE HIRED AS A CONSULTANT BY FBI! HE SUSPECTED THERE WOULD BE SOMETHING TERRIBLE THAT WOULD HAPPEN TODAY SINCE IT IS 11/9/2018 - A Satanic symbolic number.

In 2013 - MANY TRANSGENDER CLINICS WERE BUILT! And I mean MANY! See my blogpost on Tranny Watch, the notes about the Transgendering of children, a current video I watched.

www.appleofmyeyes.org/2018/07/tranny-watch.html

My comment: USA Foreign policy sucks right now. So if China and Russia and Iran and India want to pick up the slack to promote WORLD PEACE - I am all for it. US is known for being bullies and when our great honorable statesmen like Colin Powell, Rex Tillerson, Jeff Sessions - and others - promote DIPLOMACY - they are SQUISHED. Something to consider. If they posture themselves as stronger than USA - Trump will have no standing, the military would only want to get involved if they want to commit suicide, so Trump will hit a WALL that THEY built and I say GOOD!!!

We the GOOD people of United States want Peace and appose those leaders who incite war! <END OF INSERT>

She was poisoned and died from deliberate vet neglect -
because they "had" to make her die
They had to passify the scumbag politicians and dirty officials in this state and the country,

as well as scumbag relatives
Yet they gladly took my money right down to the $40 in saved quarters which had all been newly printed. She was poisoned by an illegal intruder who helped himself to my property as well. And I had a mild heart attack 2001 from lead in the apartment water, deliberatly caused by aggressive 'ph' value in the city water to make the lead soldering of the copper pipes to leach out - in a bulding owned by a group of scumbag attorneys from Fairfiled, CT - Yes, that is where Newtown is. Fairfield used to be a great place for children to be brought up. It has been ruined by the
Clinton Crime Syndicate
Which people follow by choice!

Two of the four ferrel cats I rescued and took care of for three years.
YinYang on the left and Stephanie on the right
Stephanie was blind from being born with conjunctivitis.
She also had a huge tapeworm, which the vet treated her for.

My father was a police chaplain after he sold his business to a brother who cheated him out of $10,000
That brother never made peace with my father, even though my father refused to sue his own son.
And my other brother conspired with the pedophile priest and killed my father.
"I came down to make Dad die"
"This is a religious experience"
That is what my brother said, even though he promised to help get Dad moved to a better nursing home and make sure that scumbag priest from Albany, David Bently, would not EVER be allowed to go near him. Instead, he conspired with the scumbag who is probably a serial killer - to steal from those he kills. Besides being a 19-year pedophile, which Bishop Accountability changed the reporting on. He had over 20 victims which brought lawsuits. 26, I think. Yet they changed the article. www.bishopaccountability.com or .org - look it up

Another picture of picture of picture....Frosty was sitting on my Tandy Computer. I covered it with a blanket
I mailed the computer to my father to use to write his book. The box was never opened. Rather than do the decent thing and ask UPS to return it to me, my mother helped herself and gave it to the paedophile priest! She also sent my father's monthly telephone bill to me for ME to pay!
Very likely my father was poisoned with arsenic! His brother who was obviously a CIA operative, could have cared less about him! .

11/2/2-21 (insert) the picture was obviously compromised
I boxed up that computer and had it shipped by UPS to my father in New Mexico so he would have it to write his book,
God's Cop
Dad could not open it because he began throwing up blood. Fr Bently made sure he wasn't going to the hospital to make sure he died. I called him that night and my father did not tell me he was spitting up blood but I knew he was very sick. I already knew this priest was trouble because he got my siblings to tell me I could not go down to New Mexico, especially my older sister, who obsessed I was demon possessed for many years. And the social engineers had a hayday with manipulating her. It was HER choice to be that way! And to run her own sick father out of town and tell me not to go down and fix what they broke, was pure evil!
Instead of returning the computer to me FOR NOTHING, since UPS said they would have allowed them to do that, they gave MY computer to the scumbag pedophile priest and I got nothing! I had to drive from rest stop to rest stop back home.
My scumbag brother never gave me any compensatory work for the solid pine kitchen set I let him have many years ago. I asked him about it and he just said, "YOU GAVE IT TO ME". He had also claimed that I owed him for visiting me in ICU when I was nearly murdered by a 20-ton town truck. Most likely if he had his way, I would have died, since nobody disputed the alcoholic neurologist for prematurely taking me out of ICU so they could tell the media I was no longer there. A blood clot moved to my head and I nearly died. Fortunately the doctor on call was not the alcoholic. They did not report in the paper that I was returned to ICU and my brother did not ask them to. Because whatever happened to me really didn't matter. If I died, THEY would get loads of money.

My father was forced to die on January 14, 2000

(insert 11/2/2021) This blogpost was compromised, part of what I wrote is gone here.

My brother resented it. My brother told me the next day that the pulmonary specialist ordered Dad to go to Hospice because his lungs were bleeding. HE LIED TO ME! I trusted what he said and when he was taken to hospice, he became even more evil, saying he wanted the nurse to hold him on his sides to collapse his lungs and kill him. I called police and they laughed. They would not come out to the hospice. I called the minister who my father worked with at the sheriff dept. He said he would pray for him and said he hoped things worked out. He may have suggested I call the sheriff dept. Though my father was known by certain officers there because he was on their chaplain call list for four years - they laughed at me also and said no one was coming out. I told the nurse to stop when he was collapsing my father's lungs and my mother did not even care. The last thing she said to my father was "I'm getting a boyfriend" - here my father was so sick and on the phone she said that evil thing to him. He began to cry. I helped him hang up the phone. My brother snuck her to New Mexico, so they could enjoy watching him die! When my father asked for water in Hospice, my brother was agitated and did not want me to give him water. He said, "He isn't supposed to talk!" After all, they were killing him and my father was fighting for his life and he did not like it! That brother was on three different psyche meds BY HIS OWN CHOICE. It made me sick to find out he became a nurse later when I searched online. His wife was already a nurse and told him how to make my father die when he flew down for 48 hours.

I got no justice even when I submitted a thorough complaint to the Chief Medical Examiner. There was overwhelming circumstantial evidence. Yet nobody cared. After all, my brother was successful in getting Dad cremated in 24 hours and they failed to save ANY samples as they are required to do when doing a routine autopsy. I discovered this after reading a book on Death and Dying by Dr. Siegal, which I purchased from the Jewish Communities. I recommend this book to anyone because it prepares you and you need to understand the process! My father was seriously ill and it may be he was even poisoned by that pedophile priest, who broke into his apartment when I was at the nursing home visiting him. The management told me they saw him in there and knocked on the door. He then turned the lights out. Maybe he was molesting a child in there! They did not call police because after all, he was a priest! I am sure he is a serial killer also!

My father wrote him a note and asked me to take it to him and not to read it. I should have photocopied it! The note was sealed in an envelope Dad sealed. No doubt that scumbag was the one who came into the hospital room when my father was being treated for ascites and pushed him over on the chest tube to stab his lungs. I went out to sleep in my car because the nurses would not give me a lounge to sleep in, yet they provided me one in the room the day before. My brother and the priest intercepted.

Insert 1/10/2018: ( this section was changed from my original statement, I just noticed a critical part was missing )

I had returned to my father's hospital room after taking a nap in my car, since they would not give me a lounger to rest in. (No doubt because my scumbag brother was telling them not to on the phone. Because I found out he was telling them my father had molested me. A complete LIE. And my father molested no one, most likely a victim of that when he was in an orphanage and/or at the abusive foster home owned by the Huck family, where he and his brothers were forced to sleep on straw under the porch and never allowed in the house.) It was then someone - I am sure the scumbag pedophile paedophile priest - pushed my father to the side to hopefully puncture his lungs with the chest tube. My father was in extreme pain. No one was checking on him, though I told the staff I was going to take a nap in my car. I ran to the nurse's station and said to hurry because my father was pushed over and more than one person was needed to stabilize him. She said, "They are all in a meeting. You have to wait." I said, "If you don't get nurses over there I will call 911!!!" So they went over and badmouthed my father about why did you do a thing like that - which he did not do. Someone else did. Yet at least my father was stabilized and the pulmonary doctor was notified. I also called the doctor. I also REGRETTABLY called my sibling, my brother, crying that someone was trying to kill my father. My brother said he would fly down and help get my father into a safer facility, since the chest tube was probably ready to be taken out and he could be discharged.

My statement keeps changing here, so keep that in mind when you read this (1/14/2018) - it is not me, it is a hacker - attempting to frame me as a nutjob. I am saving this and printing it for my records at this point.

My brother arrived the next day, demanding I pick him up at the airport over an hour's drive away. I said no. My father was not safe. I did not want that evil priest going there when I wasn't in his room. A nice and helpful nurse brought in a lounge chair for me. Other nurses told me to sleep in the other hospital bed which was empty. I refused. I said, "I am not a patient here - why would I do that?" The chest tube was ready to be taken out. Yet that night my brother had my father moved to a different floor after he had x-rays and my brother drugged him up so he could no longer speak.

The following morning I called very early, around 6 am, asking how my father was. I was transferred to my father's room and my brother answered and said everything was okay, and only said he had my father moved because my brother did not like the treatment on the other floor.

I believe my brother resented my staying in a lounger the prior night, that is why!

I decided to go to the hospital right away because I did not feel comfortable with the fact my father was moved and NOBODY TOLD ME, even though I asked my brother to call me if there were any changes. He told me that my father's lungs were bleeding and the doctor ordered him to go to hospice when I got to his room. I was shocked. Yet I believed my brother.

The doctor did not get me aside and speak to me because he thought my brother had told me the truth - and he thought I was in agreement. My brother had already arranged for my father to die and my mother was there ready to go along with everything - so this was obviously premeditated. This was beyond evil, because a staff member told me later when I left New Mexico that my brother was telling them all that my father molested me, as a means of control.

He got the scumbag priest to come to the hospital room that day and he actually shocked me by quickly walking up to me and kissing me on the mouth. I would have slapped him across the face if it wasn't for the fact my father needed to stay calm.

My father was rolling his eyes like he was trying to talk and I was confused. My brother turned out to be the Satanic enemy - someone who disgraced my father, deceived me, and turned my whole childhood into a nightmare that will not go away. My father was talking all the time before this, even when he pushed on his side. My brother was supposed to come down to help me find a better nursing facility because they were horribly abusing him and he had terrible marks - large bruises - from the abuse. Yet nobody cared. Nobody wanted to do anything but cover it all up! What better way to cover it up than to kill him!

I am not surprised when I hear of more murders of people who are willing to testify against the Clinton Crime Syndicate or the Americans who planned September 11 (besides Hillary Clinton and John McCain - Search Field McConnell AV 7 and watch that video) but when a brother even tells me later, "I came down to make Dad die" and that it was a spiritual experience, etc. - how can you even process that? the nurse did what my brother said he wanted him to do, to make sure my father would never be able to talk and die faster. He collapsed my father's lungs right in front of me and the staff as well as my own mother threatened that they would have security throw me out if I did not shut up. I kept telling the nurse he was harming my father and to stop. My father cried out in such pain! And nobody there cared. They were getting rid of an inconvenience. They already intercepted my unemployment to make me not able to stay there and help my father. The Chief Medical Examiner refused to investigate and refused to turn over my information to any other authority, like FBI. Local police laughed at me when I called them from the hospice as the nurse was crushing my father's lungs. I did call them from another area yet they would not get involved just because it was a murder. Because they said it was a hospice - and people die in hospices. Well, NOT ALWAYS because I know of circumstances when people are sent to a hospice to die and they are discharged!

My brother should be arrested and put in prison for life what he did and the priest should be sentenced to death for being a serial killer! Killing your own father who loved you your whole life is beyond comprehension!

I created a book as a project to heal - yet one never really heals from having their parent murdered - by a sibling and a priest, of all people!

My copies are all missing. I hope that my poetry was retained in electronic files I can retrieve.

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I have several poems and will add more as I am able.

3/30/2018

I have added more, but have more. Yet hundreds of poems have been stolen from me in this state.

The Strawberry

is the star of berries.

Giving delight to the eye

Relishing flavor to the tongue

Sending its scent into the sky

Feeling the wholeness of cluster

I hear the pangs of my stomach long

for these clusters.

This healing herbal delight

Fights ailments of the stomach,

menstrual cramps, mouth ulcers, soar throats,

and breaks fevers when one is sick.

Each strawberry

is made up

of several seeds -

Each important

as it feeds and grows

to one day let go

of each seed

Into Nature

which absorbs

Each feature

As a treasure

From God.

Its companion, The Borage,

Protects the berry

So it can thrive,

Forming a pact for life,

as the hidden strawberry

Grows its entourage.

They are sown so close, keeping

insects and disease from

its fruit, its roots, its leaves

And one can boast

of the reapings.

Staying close to the ground

they sprout out, trailing

from the main Crown of the plant.

The Nodes form new plants

As they have found

more room to produce.

“This produce is God's prize to us in life”,

as Dad would say,

being his favorite fruit.

Dad picked it with good cause

giving credit to its Root.

And we can be like strawberries

For they symbolize what

is True from Above -

Connecting with others' needs,

sharing our seeds of good deeds,

As we embrace life with Love.

FOLLOW YOUR BLISS

Following can mean being attentive
Happiness is your incentive
When you follow your Bliss
Not missing
the sun -
Not missing
the feel of the breeze
blissfully believing to exist is to Bliss.

Hearing one's heart as a drum beat repeating
reminding one that energy comes from Bliss
Resting - blissfully bridles -
Building the bridge we all need to balance
for Life is not chance; it is choice
Our voice is truly heard without sound
Which has the power to invade, detract,
cause one to act -
It is in action as we figure each day
Making our way,
Taking in ONLY what is blissful
Eliminating toxins - we win

What is - which is Freedom
Some absorb, some repel -
all to try to feel well
when their focus should be on Bliss.
Their focus should be on flowers - blending
Their focus should be on harmony - mending
Humanity - Every Tree
is comprised of many components, each
playing their own role as a sum of the whole
Yet at times as one wholly fixed
on connecting - correcting - communicating
cascading to all parts. The electricity
is an Electric Tree. To Be
is a present, an opportunity to express
What is best for us, what brings Yin and Yang
all hanging on us - choices - voices
Being true
When we keep our eyes
on the Blue
Sky.

Why imposters can be a blip -
or even worse, a blitz -
campaigning bombs of destruction
uprooting only shooting pain
with material-motives to gain
which never last. Their eyes dry up
when they absorb without processing
When they repel just because they can
We can't make when we take
Our egos balloon.
"Prioritree" - eventually
dies - and cries alone.

We turned our curiosity into atrocity WHEN
Like water - when we lost in a droubt:
Like air - that only breaths in doubt;
In a crowd - when we lose our about -

After breathing it right
When we are born
We should not be torn -
to tear down - if we've found
This blue, blissful ground to build
Our World - to believe in Hope and Happiness
Which is next to Bliss.

The Rise Of Fall

Breath in the cool, fresh air

As the wind sings through trees.

Look up at the blue sky

As your eye views Fall Blue.

For you are a part of Fall,

Partaking and making its rise

As you disguise yourself into it.

It changes you to a new person.

Days of sun express the best colors,

The blurs of yesterday’s time

Chime to announce change

-as your eyes meet Fall

-as you rise with Fall.

********

This Tribute

Goes to Whom The Bell Tolls and

To Whomever tolls Musical Bells

Which ring quietly – pleasing

And providing prevention

Monarchs

Willing to migrate

Anywhere – they care

To Flourish and Flower

For Nourishment

In exchange with flowers

Nectar

Needed and spread

Wings spread

Open-welcoming

Serenely serving

Curving their path

After having attached

To a simple twig

To shed and become

Chrysalis

Chrysanthemums

May bee the ones

Which perpetuate

The butterflies mate

And migrate

In life – giving life

Relying on offspring

To finish what was started

Even when broken-hearted

Continuing their paths

Paving new trails

Following where the female

The mum

Flew

Knowing their clusters

Could not bee

Could not enjoy the tree

Had it not been for the trail

Of mum

Protected when Viceroys

Governed and gave

Clearance from predators

So they can pollinate

And continue to migrate

Making the trail they travel

Flourish – blossom more

To become a Better World

Than before.

Today

Outside my window,

A new day I see

And only I can determine

What kind of day it will be.

It can be busy and sunny, laughing and gay,

Or boring and cold, unhappy and gray,

My own state of mind is the determining key,

For I am the only person I Let myself be.

I can be thoughtful and do all I can to help,

Or be selfish and think of just myself.

I can enjoy what I do and make it seem fun,

Or gripe and complaining and make it hard on someone.

I can be patient with those who may not understand,

Or belittle and hurt them as much as I can.

But I have faith in myself,

And believe what I say,

And personally intend to make

The best of each day.

Author unknown

The Explosion Creates

An explosion in Society

-in our hearts – souls – minds.

Better than a renaissance, I say

Erupting from the walls of souls

Crying, saying goodbye but not wanting

To go – so they stay

Creating miracle and magical

Days as they gaze on us and

Fill us with their thoughts and love

-all above-comforting, communicating

In our hearts who respond

To despair – their souls stay

And say all will be alright

For our fight will forever end

Only what deviates – who creates

Unreality – creatively, excitingly appeals

To what they feel – transforming

Wrong to right by showing might

Yet their Face of Terror falls and crawls

Into cracks, crevices, crisping as

Criminals – crumbling, cringing, crossing

Everything that colors – that shines

And I hope they end

As they find an end

To Their Evil – at THEIR OWN HANDS

Through the hearts of their people

Who eliminate – execute – realize

Their lives into true beauty

Taking their plane cremations –

Making creations

Of Duty.

----anne marie bradley----written in 2000

His Little daughter was hurt.

And he wanted to protect her.

Holding her in his arms

Thinking it is too late to heal

Feeling her pain and sorrow

Knowing her tomorrow

Will not be as he wanted

With Joy, Peace, Contentment.

His resentment

Towards the one

Who hurt her so

Goes deep

And disturbing

For he was also

One of his own.

His own?

“Why?”

he says

for as

a father

he wants

to fix

her pain -

his pain

that is,

if he

had any.

So many

Blamed Dad

And gradually

Dad believed.

Yes,

Believed he truly

Caused this.

Yet, I say “NO!”

How could Dad go

Caress his little girl

And cry deeply

From his soul –

Feeling his whole

Life was destroyed –

His sense of worth –

Was diminished;

“It is finished”,

so he thought,

for all this time

he fought

for right

yet right

under his finger

he finds his baby,

our baby, for she

was the baby

of the family—

Fallen

As a fawn

Shot down

When no one else

Was around –

When Dad,

Rest assured

All his children

Were secured

Like he never

Was when

He was a child.

He, being he who hurt,

Was more than wild

For he didn’t

Listen to him

Naturally,

For naturally

We are good-

Unnaturally

We can be evil

Learning how

Like school –

He fooled

Himself most

With his lies;

And he’ll

Never

Look in

Dad’s Eyes.

Annie

5-4-00

Who’d Know, Dad?

I shivered at the rest stops –

Thinking of you

Wishing you

Hadn’t been forced to die.

I cried and cried

In my car

With my cat

Not caring where we were at.

Just far from home,

I thought:

Then thought again

For I wanted to stay

With you

For, I needed you

So much more

Than you needed me,

Really.

You’d give me

The home I didn’t have,

Dad.

And I froze,

Turning my heat on

Now and then

Sleeping and waking

Again and again

With no friend

To be my friend.

Life stopped for me,

Dad.

I was numb inside

Anyway,

So it was okay

I froze – for

It spoke Truth.

Tough as it may seem

I know my screams

In my sleep

Were heard by you

Were felt by you

For I screamed for you,

Who

Was taken from me.

Will meet again, Dad,

You holding my hand,

And

Reassuring me

You never left.

Annie

Look Into My Father’s Eyes

By: Eric Clapman

Late at night

Behind the sun

Waiting for the

Prince to come

Praying for

The healing rain

To restore my

Soul again.

Just a boat ride

Off Double Run

How did I get here?

What have I done?

When will all my

Hopes arise

How will I know when-

When I look in my Father’s Eyes.

Dim Light –

The kids to shine

I hear those ancient

Lullabies.

In his eyes watch

The seedlings grow

Feel my heart

Start to overflow.

Where do I find

The words to say

How do I teach him?

What do we pray?

Bit by bit

I realize

That’s when I need

When I need

My father’s eyes.

In the jagged

Edge of this

Through the distance -

House of kids

Sounds like a bridge

That was washed

Away –

My foundation

Was made to pray.

As my soul

Cries down to die

How could I lose him?

What did I try?

Bit by bit

I realize

He would be with me

When I look into my Father’s Eyes.

[ [

On Deception

We live

in a very

deceptive world

and we always have

to be aware of it.

Otherwise, we

Are fools.

You have to read between the lines

You have to look behind

The Truth.

Your eyes deceive you –

You can’t really see through

Anything – for all things

Deceive.

You can’t believe

Anything.

I found this out last night

When the driver’s tail light

Broke – nope, it was the cover

For under the cover was white –

A white light, not red,

As I always said it was –

It wasn’t – It was fake.

Yes, fake, for God’s sake!

Not real.

I feel

Freedom is frivolous

Unless you can see

The White Light

Behind the red plastic lining.

Annie

3/21/00

We live

in a very

deceptive world

and we always have

to be aware of it.

Otherwise, we

Are fools.

You have to read between the lines

You have to look behind

The Truth.

Your eyes deceive you –

You can’t really see through

Anything – for all things

Deceive.

You can’t believe

Anything.

I found this out last night

When the driver’s tail light

Broke – nope, it was the cover

For under the cover was white –

A white light, not red,

As I always said it was –

It wasn’t – It was fake.

Yes, fake, for God’s sake!

Not real.

I feel

Freedom is frivolous

Unless you can see

The White Light

Behind the red plastic lining.

Annie

3/21/00

Loving Like A Rock

Oh what a love –

To love like a rock

For rocks are products of who we are.

And so

Should love be,

Really.

Breaking down –

Separating – metamorphosing

Limestone or dolostone into marble,

Sandstone into slate, schist or gneiss,

Basalt into amphibolite.

The process is everchanging.

Weathering, rearranging

Over time

They form

Holding onto

Their history

Carrying a beauty

As structures shape

Among their surroundings

Finding, collecting

What is near

To make them

Stronger

For the longer

They are around

They continue

To collect

And forget

What they had been

Forging ahead

To become better

Blending and

Sometimes fragmenting

These fragments

Find places of their own

As they

Combine

Theirs with others

And define

Their freedom

To express –

To illuminate –

To color

Yet always

Telling a story

As they change.

Combine

Theirs with others

And define

Their freedom

To express –

To illuminate –

To color

Yet always

Telling a story

As they change.

We see

Rocks

Yet love

We cannot.

God gave

These rocks

To us

To teach

About love –

About Life,

Really.

And

As our hands

Hold a rock

Observing its

Features

Which tell all

Openly

These teachers,

God’s teachers,

Are not just Rock;

For they Root

The love

Which has come

From Above.

Annie

2-20-00

FOLLOW YOUR BLISS

Following can mean being attentive
Happiness is your incentive
When you follow your Bliss
Not missing
the sun -
Not missing
the feel of the breeze
blissfully believing to exist is to Bliss.

We turned our curiosity into atrocity WHEN
Like water - when we lost in a droubt:
Like air - that only breaths in doubt;
In a crowd - when we lose our about -

On Restoration

Things aren’t always better as they were before

Our Past lights our way, so we must restore.

I see things so differently as I get older.

I want to take the colder memories

And make clear sense of what seems senseless

And, unless those like I can go on

We cannot continue to run

Our Race

Or Face

Life as more than reality

Seeing sensiblility

To our tries, our dreams,

Our cries – even screams

For we will see our roots through restoration.

-Our hearts in our imagination

-Our knowledge from our contemplation

-Our passions in our fascination.

Little Grasshopper

I say, you little Grasshopper,

Don’t you worry.

Every day we hustle and worry

not appreciating each other,

trying each other by jury,

deciding which faults are a bother.

But you, little Grasshopper,

You spring into the day

as if everything could be okay

As long as I do, too,

for you enjoy

working in numbers.

No one slumbers.

Every one works –

for we enjoy

working.

The Library

The library will always be

Our home to insight

Which shines who we are

Supporting freedom and

The right to learn.

It is a comfort to go here

For one is accepted immediately

And guided by the librarian

With their grace in intelligence.

Exploring in tbe library is

Matrimonious with absorbing

The mastery of those there

And maneuvers us to the right path.

Their patronage encourages –

Their perception discourages

One from giving up.

Their resources seem endless

Every visit brings novel –

Not just in the novel read,

But in one’s intellect.

The library supports all

And brings diversity

Which fuels our prosperity.

My gratitude is ceaseless

Knowing I’ll never be amiss

If I depend

On the library’s existence.

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Coat of Arms

The coat of Arms

- adorns those passed

- answers questions asked

about who they are.

This design is unique

to families of said

Though that person’s dead

They live on in life

For their great thoughts

were implanted -

All in this unique art

of their arms

Which were what

made them succeed,

survive, sustain,

over and over again.

And I suggest

You make your own Coat

if one doesn’t already exist.

Add everything that just

represents your family

as a present to your family.

Make your Coat

And take your

Coat with you

as a patch

of peace

in remembrance of

your loved one.

Your loved one

Will remain with you

And sustain who

You are

Knowing your love lives on

And life lives on

And so does theirs

As a star.

Poem by Anne Bradley

They Didn’t Win

Those who tread on us will most likely do it again

But they didn’t win

This world is on loan from God – that’s why

and when we see our brother cry

from pain or sorrow – we should help their Tomorrow

be brighter and better – we should Love

Love can be good or evil, depending on the Wolf.

Feed the Good Wolf always and all ways

the jealousy which abounds is found

to help – not harm – to set a seal on your arm

You will feel the calm; not storm

You will feel the warm comfort

Not the hurt by lovers

who feed the Bad Wolf – they will never Win

Love is what fills the cracks; love attacks

what is wrong like controlled fire, its flame

takes claim to deceit, its Kindle

will dwindle problems with solutions

Love is not the pollution – nor will it tolerate

Pollution – love omits confusion

through checks and balances and obligation

Our mythical facinations omitted by real Love.

They didn’t win – when our lives battle the

Trickery – like a hickory tree ignited with lava

Controlled love gently helps in moulding

Love empowers us to Stop The Wicked from holding the Bad Wolf.

Satanic Cults, Deceitful Cultures,

Secret Societies, and lies love Lucifer

Because they are not controlled – they

Fission, they fester, they shake and make a Maze

Love is simple, not a maze, it is fueled

by God’s Word, which we have heard

growing up and living up to morals

which society constructed as Standards.

Yes, we Stand. We Stand for each other

When we see their need and feed it

as a Good Wolf, and starve the bad one.

It’s no fun to hate, to deceive. It’s not genuine!

It’s not a diamond but a Fake

And will keep taking if the Bad Wolf is fed

Love builds when it’s controlled

with God’s help. Yet the World is in ruins if the Bad Wolf is fed

Our Federation was founded by fathers who

Loved morals – not tricks

Yet the bad wolves have been growing

by deceiving and showing a fake allegiance!

These Bad Wolves didn’t win!

If we can determine and call for God's Wrath,

We then can take a new Course, have a new Course.

Justice is what elects the right path –

It’s pathetic when we close our eyes to this

and allow the lovers of Corruption to grow!

and we wonder what caused the Volcano

to erupt, the microwaves to obstruct, the earth to be disturbed.

They didn’t win because “We See” inspite of Deceit.

We complete the earthquake Equasion of Ruination

by solutions – expose confusion – and

Real Eyes – realize we can’t engulf (or wolf-down) - sumination

Our emancipation needs moral love from above

For the Luciferians destroy people like toys

They didn’t win, because we are standing

and taking Command of our ships!

The evil storms shipped by evil geo-engineers

Have not used their eyes to see or ears to hear

Justice detaches from this evil and is applied like a Blanket

of fairness, impartiality, detachment, fair-mindedness

And once this mess faces Justice

The Controlled lava of Love which erupts

will feed not the Wolf that corrupts

but the one which gives heed, loves what is Good.

They didn’t win and never can!

Their love for studying war

Will collapse on their laps!

Time may lapse and they will keep trying

To terrorize, yet our eyes are on the prize!

As we take the Stand and let them implode on themselves!

As our heels take the Bold Stand

And our hands reach out as God’s Hands

Are our moral commands – our fire

Which makes us tirelessly tarry

For that which helps Mankind,

Rather than destroys minds and lives.

Love controlled this way calms

The Evil Wind that tries to attain

By taking instead of making

The sun comes out again – because they didn’t Win!

He who is transplanted, sustains

He who is transplanted

Sustains freedom

Which comes from

His enduring,

His ensuring,

His encouraging

To confirm his

Homeland.

His hand tells

Us his heart

Which is a part

Of who he is

For he is doing.

Contributing to

Our homeland

With his skills

And he wills

For himself –

For ourselves

Prosperity, unity,

Generosity

As we, too

Extend and brace

That which is ours

By the grace

Of God.

Leaving and coming,

He brings with him

Experiences as

Bearer of fruit

From trial and error

He comes

With hope

To cope

And give;

To live

In his new home

With an ocean

White with foam.

And he lifts

His head to forge

And surge for

Sustanence

To survive

And support

Each life’s worth

As gold –

As any

Precious

Metal

As he settles

What is now

And to be

Home of the free.

Industry fills the hives

And enjoys the honey

Industry filled the hives

And our lives are

Graced with honey.

We now take this money

To make today

What it is

And will be.

Our city

Used to be

Hardware Capital

Of the world

But fate hurled change.

No place is this now

As rearranging business

Had stressed how

Our world’s economics

Advanced beyond

Yet the bee goes on

And imitates

Our many ways

Mixing, molding

Folding our lives

Into eachother

As neighbors

Caring for each to bee

Creating one honey

Unique to our society.

We work toward goals

And share our souls

To bring solutions-

Creating fruitions

For us all.

It is what we are called

To do as beings.

New Britain

Became

Because

Of those

Who came

And gave

Of themselves.

Today we savor

Our past as

We move to

Our present

Enjoying

Accomplishments

In history,

A true mystery

Of omniscience

Since

Those who paved

Permanent change

Paved so with

Courage – facing fear

In war – defense

Keeping freedom

Our permanent allegiance –

New Britain extends

Its existence today

Reaching out for

Development –

Improvement –

A locomotion

Of motion moving

Toward goals

That work today.

Our city radiates

From past fulfillments

Knowing we are meant

To go on shining

With our history lining

Our values, our ambitions,

Our illuminating dictions,

Unifying our crowd

To make one city proud.

The Jewish People

Carry faith in their hearts

With great wisdom

From their great past

They bring and reach

Embracing what is now.

Just how they do it,

I don’t know.

Their growth shows

A deep love for the world

As all belonging to God.

They began with 12 tribes

Of Abraham

Imparting their heritage

As heroes forging in time

Sustaining who they are

Every time they are attacked.

They seek to give back

To God, even heartbroken

From turmoil, civil turbulence

Every chance they get.

For the Jews are

A people of peace

Striving for prosperity

To all underprivileged

As a privilege to God.

Steadfast they are

Immanent their domain.

Immersed in life.

Immaculate in birth.

Surely we see

Our fellow Jews

As a special people

Implementing answers

To questions

To improve our

World’s view.

Known for their prudence

In every sense

They cherish each wish,

Aspiration, longing,

Perspicacity

Using every capacity

They have

To generate

Goodness

Through their

Industrious

Spirits.

The Postal Clerk

My eyes half-closed, I get closer

to the door of the Post Office.

It is such a routine, like

I know I can expect perfection –

I want this-this way and that-that

And I’ll say this and they do just that.

It’s a ballet of work –

They perk, aware of all

taking small requests to heart.

Each part of their day includes

checking – over and over – making

their service surpass – fly

as the eagle who soars for

freedom – they come to us

to support ours – in communication.

My contemplation of this only covers

whatever I know, not much, but a touch

Of what they do – and they do

their job following rules, processes –

taking messes of mail making

it deliverable efficiently – safely;

yes, safely for us – as we know

it can be dangerous – as we know

it is for them as well as us

for all mail is not safe

-bombs, chemicals can be enclosed

and they have to know what to do.

We think, maybe, their job is easy

even when they ballet their work.

We’d be wrong in that case

for they face the troubles and trials

of all facets of the right way

in processing, preparing, sharing and safety

and we are lucky to have this system

that works in unity – as one entity;

which includes our dedicated workers

who give of themselves to make things sail;

who give of themselves to move the mail.

They walked through a storm

One never fought before.

More people died, crying,

Trying to stay alive –

Trying to just survive.

This storm happened

Which must accept

And embrace those who wept

And swept up the remains

And seek to find reason.

Yet we must see it as a season

for it just happened

And it is now a part

of our hearts, our souls,

And out of this will blossom

our strength for justice – for peace

as we see every single piece

of what was – is no more.

For all of us we trust

in unity, in dignity, and deny

all evil, all lies, all takes.

We indeed can make

our lives sustaining

no matter how transplanted we feel.

Each real piece of ourselves

is still out there and can be seen

and can be felt, and can be heard.

Our words reach

As we teach

As we learn

As we discern

wrong from right.

We must fight this war

And let us go on

depending on

what is right and just.

Slipping into despair,

you may lose your care

you may not share

what has been taken –

what has shaken

you.

You

must see that we

belong together as a community

and know your hurt as reality.

So – go – don’t stop.

Or stay –

Whatever makes you okay.

But keep doing

Using what God gave you;

for if you stay true

to who you are

you are and always

will be on top.

Dr. Mel

Dr. Mel Goldstein, RIP

How To Weather The Storm

He’s a weatherman –

Treasured

First by Arlene

And then by Brenda

And relatives also show –

And then by friends;

And then by friends

He doesn’t know.

He keeps going

And showing us storms

When they come through.

I never knew his

Own storm continues.

He’s a man who only

Knows how to reach

Not keeping but giving

Gracefully focusing on living –

His spirit so strong

And steadfast – he’ll outlast

Us all if God measures our lives

Us by present and past.

I called the State Police

One day, worried about

The weather and how

The roads would turn out.

He immediately said

So enthusiastically,

Don’t you listen to

Dr. Mel – he

Tells you what you need to see.

So, what do I know;

I know, not much.

I promised myself

I’d stay in touch.

But most of all,

I’m truly grateful

For what you teach

About life – for life

Can be so hard to reach.

I thank you, Dr. Mel,

My weatherfriend.

And I pray

Future fractures will

Instead be just bends.

And I pray your heart

Keeps it rhythm

And I see the crew

Will carry their torch for you,

always, with them.

As Ann Nyberg said,

She loves you and your smiling,

And I’m glad your mail

Keeps on piling.

The sunflower gives hope

For it picks up rays first

and then reports to the crop

after it quenches its thirst.

Yes, you are our sunflower, no doubt.

You know everything, just about.

And I thank you for your reports

I know your wisdom comes from the right force.

I know your heart always carries a song:

“It’s better to live life as an optimist and be wrong

than as a pessimist and be right.”

May we help you stay strong in your graceful fight.

Firefighters in Action

Together is the only way,

Weathering each fire.

They take away

The unknown – knowing

Through strength, each length

They conquer is one less

Going on for more.

War, it is,

Yet this is

Simply wrong.

Being strong and

Carrying on their business

Is what carries them through.

Each hand holds

In a congruency,

Fluently they put it out.

Each foot is placed,

Covering each trace

Of their tracks.

No one looks back,

Only forward, toward the blaze

-to fight this unknown craze.

They use best guesses,

Yet these messes have a mind

Of their own and they have shown

Their control of destruction,

Which sometimes includes loss of health,

Even loss of life – loss of wealth.

Such anguish, lamentation

Yet their meditations make

Their investigations take turns

Toward better tomorrows.

We may have lost,

But we’ve gained more

For each fire battle

Is truly fought for

Peach and Prevention.

Their immovable intention

Is to break down

Barriers they tread

Instead of acceleration.

Their fascination

is in solutions.

We salute all of you

Who died for this cause,

Braving each call,

Your bravery lives on in those

Who are still here, facing fear

With your spirit in it.

In each ember

We remember

You.

Dale Chihuli

He’s brought art out

in his glass-sculpting,

catapulting our imaginations,

filling our sensations

with color known by no other

but Nature herself.

His art is personal,

Portraying his excitement for life,

Almost losing his once.

His pondering brought on a ponderous,

Illustrious work with his team.

It seems he makes color dance,

Dazzling your eye, you can’t

Forget how you fealt

In its presence, so profound.

I found his glasswork describing

and reflecting and even saying

what it is in the heart of the artist.

The light kisses his work

each time, looking distinct.

The memory sinks in your soul,

and you carry this feeling of wholeness.

It is peace – beauty – a call to duty,

allegiance, obligation, province. It is Providence

since the colors combine with luster.

Each glass cluster

Was sculpted as one.

And they combine; they bring on

Performance – an orchestration,

an illustration of comprehension

which words cannot express

(what you are sensing)

as capricious as it is,

It is radiance – dancing.

Linda McCartney

“Behind The Lense”

Some of Linda’s works: Janis Joplin, Rolling Stones, The Doors, BB King, The Beatles (she met them at a Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s Club Band concert; married Paul in 1969); “Waiting Hungry”(1993), “Uplift” (1993), “Hell’s Kitchen” (New York City, 1990), “Put It There”(1975), “Glance, Protugal”(1967), “Mourning, Portugal”(1969), “Wide UB”(1991). They had been on display at the New Britain Museum of Art in New Britain, CT.

Behind the lense

were two eyes who

saw the world as One.

She visioned all as same.

Fame only meant more work

to her; though work was her signature.

Linda McCartney – who blossomed with Paul;

All she was – was shared with those familiar

with her heart. She lived as a part

of the world, majestically photographing

the complex – extracting the simple

showing us when all’s said and done;

When the bare-nakedness is shown;

We are each other’s own – part of One.

She uplifted our spirits, uplifting with Hope

She tied the knot and held onto her rope.

I sorely miss her now that I’ve seen

Her works, her life, and what she’s been.

I can only grasp her outstretching, forgetting

About fear – feeling her mystery of photography.

The Hero

A hero is measured by

Facing fear for right.

Those who might feel

They did not win

for again and again

No one saw results.

Their works were

Were not in vain,

For there were results!

For you were there!

You stood by actively using

Your talents that went noticed.

You focused on right with support.

Every effort was a shear display

Of loyalty, disregarding your self’s

Outward needs for those beliefs within.

And you do win by not giving in!

Yes, a hero is one who dares to dispense

Which breaks down the fence of evil

Reducing the distance between right and wrong.

It’s not how strong or long your ammo lasts,

Or how many blasts you created –

A hero is simply one who is there,

Facing fear with whatever they can do.

Thinking not of themselves, but simply of

“You”.

Don’t feel like you have to please everyone to keep your ill loved one comfortable. It may backfire, for people can try to control you – even lie to you. Focus on the one suffering and what they want.

Sick people lose their emotional defenses and must be all the more protected being with those who will support, not destroy.

If you haven’t already done so, begin a book to the loved one you lost – write to them in it. What you share is between you and them. Tell them of your sorrows, your aspirations, your sweet memories. If you can’t write, talk in a tape and save the recorded messages.

Get help with this – from a social worker, friend, or other resource, if need be. Knowledge is power. Use that power. Don’t let anyone take that from you. I say this from experience and understanding that, particularly if you are alone with this, it is easy to emotionally give in to others who you even know are wrong. It is easy to trust them despite your concerns, for you may want their support. But you must be strong. Follow your concerns. Speak to others who will give you advice – even off the record before acting. Even your sharing helps you think things through. If you belong to a church you feel safe and secure in, connect with your church.

The Agent Who’s Special

Poem by my friend Debbie on Facebook

_6Apr2013I love how your fingers dance across your piano

Kim
Kim, Kim, wonderful Kim
Yahweh's mighty mouth piece
A mighty man of God I love how your fingers dance across your piano

I love how your fingers dance across your piano

Like the rain falling from the sky

The power of God flows through you

Like a lion’s roar

Your eyes shine like sun

With joy as you play and sing to God

And utter words straight from the Lord’s mouth

Hannah, Miranda, Charlie, Sunil and the rest of your team are in totalHanna, Miranda, Charlie, Sunil, and the rest of your team in total

Unity

Hanna is an angel and her voice is as sweet as pure honey

Sunil sounds the alarm call with his drum playing

Kim to me you are hunky

Your piano playing is so funky

You bring me laughter and joy

Written in honor of prophet Kim Clement and team

The Agent Who’s Special

In The Middle Of The Night

I go walking in my sleep

From the mountains of faith
To a river so deep

I must be looking for something
Something sacred I lost
But the river is wide
And it's too hard to cross

And even though I know the river is wide

I know I'm searching for something
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind

In the middle of the night

I'm not sure about a life after this
God knows I've never been a spiritual man
Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river
That runs to the promised land

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of truth
To the river so deep

We all end in the ocean

We all start in the streams

We're all carried along
By the river of dreams

In the middle of the night

Writer/s: JOEL, BILLY
Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics Licensed and Provided By LyricFind

Thunder Flower

Anne Bradley

Thunder from the sun

Comes rain

As Carl Jung depicts

Archetypes chrysanthemums

Longevity and Joy

Solar emblem – Emperial emblem

Blooming in autumn

Then winter – even winter

Thundering their way through

Kiku, a crest for Japan

Unshaken by Wind

Water falls like drops

Dripping – tearing into Joy

Colors so rich

Variety vanquishes

Solitudinal silence

Progressing strength

Promising substance

Thunder-like globular blooms

Boom into medicinal blossoms

Composing ray petals

Disposing life – longevity

And the pursuit to be Free.

I see

The seat

is empty

Facing water,

earth, sun

Seeing

Reflection

I hear

For

I want

Solitude

To Sound

I found

I lost

My loved one.

Why aren't

The elements

Meant

To defend?

My defenses

were

Repression,

Sublimation,

Projection -

Reaction Formation

evolves as

I attempt to

Make New

Turning the pain

into positive gain

Losing impulse

As my heart

pulses

Pushing

For what's right -

The sunlight,

The cleansing water,

The ground

I've found

have rooted me

To Reality.

Can beauty

arise?

I disguise

my pain

in crowds

Yet in solitude

The clouds leave.

I believe again.

When

I see

The Seat

Isn't empty.

*anne bradley

Ice II

This ice from history

Brings mystery and fear

For everywhere you look

You look for it – the ice,

Which could make your ship

Stop, and even die.

It’s so beautiful, glimmering

In the sunlight, almost speaking

With what it’s made of

For it hides nothing.

This thing of ice owns.

To each one who looks on

They must know this as they move on

Into the vast water.

Whatever you do, you see

Before – for you have to –

To partake of the ocean.

This great ice

Invites yet warns

By Being

For it stays

With such great strength.

It’s length, what you see –

Height is twice what.

You thought simply,

“how do I get around?”

When you’ve found

a way, you achieved –

not retreated.

For no one can

Defeat everything.

One can only

View the thing

And decide

To detour.

So when they tour

That place again

They blend better

By enduring and

Admiring this Piece

From our Past.

At last we

Can see

Beauty in

Becoming –

In Being;

Strength in

Longevity

Existing,

Resisting

Wisdom in

Collecting,

Depositing the

Past into Now.

How else could

We co-exist –

And we do

Need to – for what

You’ve found

Is Being.

-ab

…..We wanted something for ourselves and for our children, so we took a chance with our lives.” Unita Blackwell, 1940

Thunder Flower

Anne Bradley

Thunder from the sun

Comes rain

As Carl Jung depicts

Archetypes chrysanthemums

Longevity and Joy

Solar emblem – Emperial emblem

Blooming in autumn

Then winter – even winter

Thundering their way through

Kiku, a crest for Japan

Unshaken by Wind

Water falls like drops

Dripping – tearing into Joy

Colors so rich

Variety vanquishes

Solitudinal silence

Progressing strength

Promising substance

Thunder-like globular blooms

Boom into medicinal blossoms

Composing ray petals

Disposing life – longevity

And the pursuit to be Free.

FRIENDSHIP

Friendship is nothing

If its worth isn’t known

Render it rightly

truly and sound

Inspect it with caution

and give it the same

Everlasting friendship

is something of fame

Never falsify it

always be true

Do justily by others

and they will by you

So stable your friendship

and soon you will see

Harbor no grudges

and your mind will be free

Instigate friendship

with a smile on your lips

Put hate in the fire

and warm up your friendships.

----Myrle Bradley, 1973

(my grandfather, shortly before he passed)

A GRANDFATHER’S SPECIAL LOVE

What could be more wonderful

Than a grandfather’s special love—

He always seems to know the things

That we are fondest of,

He’s always ready with a smile

Or a loving word of praise.

His laughter always brightens up

The cloudiest of days.

He has an understanding heart

That encourages and cheers.

The love he gives so freely

Grows deeper with the years.

His wisdom and devotion

Are blessings from above –

Nothing could be more wonderful

Than a grandfather’s special love.

*Mary Dawson Hughes

Hallmark edition: Grandfathers Are Special

Take Courage

Sometimes you don’t know what’s gonna hit you,

It’s true.

And you can’t prepare

Because it’s there

And you have to deal with it.

So Commit.

Commit yourself to the problem

To create a solution

And to destroy the Pollution

It may have caused already.

When you think you can’t,

You can, really

Maybe this can grant

You the new lease you need

To grow,

I don’t know.

All I know is

You can’t

Stop trying

Or you start dying inside.

The place you cried

Can bring about

Roots,

For our own Roots Come from many tears

Which were shed before us.

Those who tried—

Those who cried before us

With love.

So—

As you go on

(Which is what we were meant to do)

Bring with you that love

That will be with you

Even to the very Edge

And as you look over that edge,

Your eyes will go on

With Hope

As you Take Courage.

Annie, 6-20-98

Home Of The Brave – Land Of The Free

Those Who are Brave make this their Home

Those Who are free live on – and are gone

For each One’s spirit enjoys The Sound

Of Triumph – of Victory – of being on Solid Ground

We’ve found what pleasure is

We’ve found what happiness is

For it is living for the sake of Truth

Living for the sake of making things Right

The Brave fight for those things

The Brave work for the Truth

The Brave face the sky-face the water-face You and I

The Brave’s Time Clock ticks on its own

And when all is said – when all is done

The Brave enjoy making the Land Of The Free – One

One country that nourishes – One that flourishes

One country that makes Freedom Ring

Which is The Sound to be enjoyed

Which is the Ground that makes us Solid

-----annie-----------

I am wearing Black today for Travon

For a young man who was only One

Of many, victimized by injustice

Even losing his life at the hands

Of a man who knew – whoever

Is informed will be in the form

Of lies.

This guy has no worth

Black is worn in history

To bring memory of one lost

To remind us of dark places

In life – as Johnny Cash’s

Cause Was

For where there is no Light

Life is destitute

Bringing disrepute

To our roots

I Wear Black

Today to tell Trayvon

He was okay

He did nothing wrong

And wrong should be

Gone from the courts

Which only feed lies

Which only disguise

Freedom

It is time

It is time to Come

To the Frontline

It is time to find

Solutions

So MLK’s life

Was not halucinations

But facinations

For freedom.

We come

United to fight back

We come today

In Black.

And the Russo was promoted to a judge by Gov Malloy - took part in the Sandy Hook Report of Danbury Court - claiming 26 people died, etc = big fat lies! Yet no one holds them accountable. The FBI special agent in charge reported nobody died - Obama and Comey suppressed it! Search Sophia Smallstorm Unraveling Sandy Hook. The School was not even an open school.

“I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down, Livin’ in the hopeless, hungry side of town, I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime, But still is there because he’s a victim of the times.”

I am wearing Black today for Travon

For a young man who was only One

Of many, victimized by injustice

Even losing his life at the hands

Of a man who knew – whoever

Is informed will be in the form

Of lies.

This guy has no worth

Black is worn in history

To bring memory of one lost

To remind us of dark places

In life – as Johnny Cash’s

Cause Was

For where there is no Light

Life is destitute

Bringing disrepute

To our roots

I Wear Black

Today to tell Trayvon

He was okay

He did nothing wrong

And wrong should be

Gone from the courts

Which only feed lies

Which only disguise

Freedom

It is time

It is time to Come

To the Frontline

It is time to find

Solutions

So MLK’s life

Was not halucinations

But facinations

For freedom.

We come

United to fight back

We come today

In Black.

This Tribute

Goes to Whom The Bell Tolls and

To Whomever tolls Musical Bells

Which ring quietly – pleasing

And providing prevention

Monarchs

Willing to migrate

Anywhere – they care

To Flourish and Flower

For Nourishment

In exchange with flowers

Nectar

Needed and spread

Wings spread

Open-welcoming

Serenely serving

Curving their path

After having attached

To a simple twig

To shed and become

Chrysalis

Chrysanthemums

May bee the ones

Which perpetuate

The butterflies mate

And migrate

In life – giving life

Relying on offspring

To finish what was started

Even when broken-hearted

Continuing their paths

Paving new trails

Following where the female

The mum

Flew

Knowing their clusters

Could not bee

Could not enjoy the tree

Had it not been for the trail

Of mum

Protected when Viceroys

Governed and gave

Clearance from predators

So they can pollinate

And continue to migrate

Making the trail they travel

Flourish – blossom more

To become a Better World

Than before. Annie 7/29/2013

Jewelry Angel

Every angle I look at my gift
I know its meaning also shifts
to the maker
to the creator

The colors, the shapes, the parts
They bring heart to this piece I wear
They remind me of life - real life
...

And I care to wear this gift of the heart

History and mystery are why
I want my unique meaning to bring
tradition. I want my consciousness to confess
I want my hope to be expressed

The Heishi Amulet Necklace
is one example of what my interests
are. We are by far most precious
We are what life breaths in us

We are what we exhale
We Can
We don't need to fail
We Let
We don't need to forget
We'll be
We are part of the Big Tree.

****anne bradley

For my Pueblo friends on Robert Mirabal's Website

Shaping The American Dream

A dream

can be

Reality

Through changing

and viewing -

reviewing what

is taught;

Understanding

your hands

create what

you see

as your heart

creates what

you feel.

And it's a good

feeling

to feel

what you create

Shaping,

Defining,

Deciding

what is right

for You.

For you

are the most

important

creation.

The sensation

of earth -

clay in

your hands

actively

Symbolizes

the symbiotic

relationship

we have with

the Earth.

We form

Art – Beauty

As we feel

the Sensation

of our World

in our Hands.

Ad Your

heart speaks

as you

Listen to

What you

Are doing

Yes, doing

Brings growth -

For when he

inspires

facing

liars

with Truth

and Strength

Showing

Building

Brings Length,

Prosperity

and Charity

brings

Love -

Love,

which will

always

Beyond

anything.

Yet, to

help understand

You can work

With the Earth

With your hands

And

Listen.

---annie

There is no remedy

But do we

want one?

JUST is a must

We live, we love

We live more

Because of love

Let us always be sick

With Love

For it Makes Us

Feel Just that good.

💖

Who’ll Stop The Rain?

There’t the train

Tracks

Telling you where it had been

Living through wind, snow, and rain.

It still goes

And shows up

Even up to the very last moment,

This train.

Just look

Beyond

You’ll find

Yours—

Through tours

In life

Staying on

Your Path

Your Tracks

Your Train

And when

It rains

It will be

From disparity—

Some your fault,

Some your fate.

Either way

It will tell

Ypu—do

Something

To stay on track

Go back in time

Only enough

To view—to learn

Then turn—

Your tracks HAVE to turn.

And you’ll keep going

Which is what tracks

Are showing you.

It’s okay to

Wear the blue

Rain—for however long

It will make you strong.

Yes, the blue

Tells you

Simply, that’s Life

And life can be hard—

Hard as a train—

Hard as tracks—

Keep your eyes on

The blue—

Beyond the rain

And do what

Will make it stop

While you’re on your track

And don’t worry

Other trains help you gain

Back what the rain

May have taken.

Remember—

Rain brings on

The Sun.

Rain brings

Growth.

Rain brings

Being.

Seeing who you are

--and why….

You may cry

For being can be hard.

Keep your eyes on

The blue—

The true—

The few who

Can help you

Stop the rain.

----annie 1/13/2001

This isn't a poem but an essay...ironically, the crooked administration approached me and kicked me out of school...there was not incident. I was on my way to have dinner in the cafeteria before I took my 3-hr class. I never got my rights. They refused to let me be on campus. They denied my right for a hearing. The Student Gov had a copy of my request and said they couldn't help me because it was school break and "don't communicate to us anymore."

What A Wonderful World

A long time ago I wrote a personal essay on this song which was sung by Louis Armstrong. I don’t have it handy right now, but I just heard Garrison Keillor and his guest sing this song and it brought tears to my eyes. My father always reacted to this song when he saw it on TV. For a while it was on commercials on littering and poverty. Devestating pictures of littered landscapes, slums, children with barely a stitch on them, and more were shown. I counted my blessings when I saw those commercials.

Today I hear this song sung by a greatly-admired artist as well as another artist who is well accomplished. My reaction to it is different. I feel shame. Though our land is not the Promised Land (Isreal), it is a land of promise. The Chinese named our country “Beautiful Country”. (pinyin is “Meigoren”, for American; I think I spelled that right) When I think about all the trickery and dishonesty I have personally experienced, along with being subjected to assaults, I sit almost frozen in time.

I am taking the Chinese language as my choice of an international language to speak at the university I am attending. The Chinese have been well-known for their industrialism, their hard-work, their focus. President George H. W. Bush (the father) implemented programs to encourage the Chinese to come to the United States and also encourage doing business with China. Since that time, we have enjoyed more of a recognition and appreciation for their contributions, to include working together.

As we as individuals do what we can to be productive contributions to our world, can we see how much materialism exists? This does not mean everyone should be poor. I am only saying material value is a precedent over the value of a person. This has lead to corruption and the chipping away of the very essence of what the United States is obligated to be. We have existed NOT because of one certain race (though I must say, if any race should be the primary race, the American Indian should be since they were here first and enjoyed Squatter’s Rights).

Choice is what named this country as beautiful. Choice is what has driven this country in its successes as well as failures. Choice is what can turn it around. Holding those accountable for wrongdoing, rather than serving beaurocracy, is one particular way of turning it around. When someone is harmed, they should be able to get their rights, not be continuously knocked down by beaurocracy , to be more harmed, to feed into their corruption. Corruption is NOT beauty. Corruption is not WONDER.

I believe our world has hope – just because of a song like this, which still has value to most of us. I believe that the wonder in our world includes the strength to stand up for peace, stand up for prosperity, stand up for accountability. It is one thing to make a mistake, yet even mistakes need to be recognized and corrected. It is another to be so integrated in corruption that one stopped exercising their sense of right and wrong, for it is all about trickery, greed, and power. They suffocate our land, they pollute our land even more than the trash – the littering. Let’s move away from those who choose this way of life. These life choices will indeed help us live our lives in the peace and prosperity which this country was intended for – which this world was intended for.

Peace.

I don't think I failed-up like Tavis Smiley describes in his book, but I sure failed on this one. Little did I know that GHW Bush was a CIA man and managed the 8 snipers who were only there for distraction so tranny Jackie Kennedy could blow off JFK's head and get away with it. That is just a small example. I am sure he was a key planner of September 11. It is estimated that 125 people were the key planners. The 9/11 Commission was just as dishonest as the Warren Commission - and voila, Elizabeth Warren took after her father. I think that judge was her father.

Dear President Bush,

Wishing you much rest and recovery, Sir.

I’m no Billy Collins, but this poem is for you.

ALL THE BEST

He’s our President who gave all his Best

Despite the poor imagery of the Press

Believing in Transformation

Dedicated for the Duration

He’s our President who loved letters

Believing that America can be better

He Never Gives Up – Never Gives In

He looks to our future – not where we’ve been

If ever there was one who could turn the table

President Bush would when we thought he wasn’t able

All his heart – he gives

Just because he lives

For we are all meant To Be

We are all meant to Live Free

For that purpose We Stand

For that purpose we must Understand

We must not undermine

We must always be kind

Dear Gracious President Bush,

I do appreciate your Presidential Push

I do appreciate your Belief in our Nation

Under God, Under Good, with endless creation

I believe you got sick from a premonition

I believe God told you – you have a new mission

I believe your sorrow is so great for Sandy Hook

I believe now more than ever you want to eradicate every crook

Sir, let go of this load, please, so you can feel better

We understand – from reading your letters

We understand you want common good to win

We understand you expect we can

Take good care, Mr. President, for I care too

Get rid of that bronchitis – get rid of that flu

Picture flying with family to your favorite place

May God fill you with Serenity; fill you with Grace

Sir, I really get it – you want us to be Kind

- To rid ourselves of negativity which clogs the mind

I wish you get continued good rest

And I wish you, Sir all MY best.

Sincerely,

Annie

ewww.

My Favorite Crochet Project

My answer to Crochet Club’s Question, June 10, 2013

· Q: Crocheting Club

What was your biggest crocheting success?

crocheting a rick-rack pattern while recovering from severe head injury in the hospital. Was in isolation for a month after I got out of ICU. It turned out very crooked on the sides - color was gold and black and white. I saved that afghan because it meant so much to me - I shall overcome - MLK's words resonate in my heart still today....I saved it in my storage unit which I rented since 1999. Though I paid my rent every month, the management stole my possessions and auctioned them off November 2012. Police said "It's a civil matter" despite the obvious theft! I had a $500 antique sewing machine and more! My pictures of that unit were all destroyed by Sprint - so they could help the corrupted. I was given no message or provided any status warning, despite the many times I had to call them due to poor service when I needed it most. That afghan was definitely my biggest success - even over the first oversized slipper I made when I was ten years old. I was hit head-on by a state sander truck full of sand, 20 tons. Despite being in the hospital for 3 1/2 months and crutches for another three - I recovered. I overcame. I did not need more surgery. Yet a woman who was only in the hospital 10 days with 1/10th of the injury I had, went back to the doctors for years and had phys therapy apparatus in her father's house - her lawsuite was enormous. I settled out of court, finding the whole system corrupted and UNUSEFUL. I wanted my life back. I felt like that politician may have even got that sander truck to hit me, since he found his daughter to be a gold mine....My father brought me up right! Independence is what this country is founded on. I had to do my own phys therapy - riding bike, especially. And I recovered better than that woman did, unless her whining was all a fake mask to build more of a case. No doubt, I was an embarrassment for that politician. Too bad. I am glad he was not my father.

One more thing. When I consider the fact that soldiers and sailors who defend our country's freedom, and they cannot sue when they lose limbs, get permanently disabled, even die - I am at peace. I feel blessed. I think, therefore I crochet.

Just something to break up the monotany

Many notes were deleted on my computer, right in front of my eyes, so my computer is being viewed by someone – if it is my favorite person, that is fine. I don’t understand, but that is fine. I better go to sleep because if this is my favorite person, I want my favorite person to sleep.

the author seems to persuade the reader of Andrea Yates' character as being stand-offish, yet did she even know?...Andrea Yates didn’t socialize much outside of work. She was a registered nurse at the University of Texas M. D. Anderson Cancer Center of Houston. That night she’d decided to get dressed up and take herself to a nice restaurant. Watching the other couples there, she was inspired to knock on Rusty Yates’s door on her way back to her apartment. She was shy, and the ding on her car was as good a reason as she was ever going to find to say hi. O'Malley, Suzanne (2004-02-02). Are You There Alone? (p. 27). Simon & Schuster, Inc.. Kindle Edition.

The author earlier said that the psychiatrist claimed the husband “was gravely concerned”…..when she filled the tub the first time – and then said that she did that.....more was deleted....

Oprah contracted Susan O'Mally - obviously the job was THE END JUSTIFIES THE MEANS.

It was obvious to me Susan O'Mally was a serious victim of Mind Control. And her dirtbag husband was involved. Was the book planned before she was a victim? IDK - NBD, I guess - not to the law enforcement there.

I will be back and share more poetry.

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