Barry,
despite the recent past, we always loved you and cared for you.
When you were with us, you were always willing..........
I am sure you were the same in Mississippi...
as hurtful as things seem. things happen for a reason. You made a difference in every one's lives.
so......
you will live in those who loved you!
you had a wonderful voice!
remember the hood?
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
The Charge of the Light Brigade
THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE
by: Alfred Tennyson
I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
II
'Forward the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
III
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.
IV
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd.
Plunged into the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not,
Not the six hundred.
V
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
by: Alfred Tennyson
I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
II
'Forward the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
III
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.
IV
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd.
Plunged into the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not,
Not the six hundred.
V
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
Do you ever feel like...
the gum stuck to the bottom of the shoe...
the lint left in the jeans pocket...
the receipt washed and dried ...several times...
the gum stuck under the church pew since 1956...
the french fry left in the grease...
the wiener left over the fire too long...
the book with missing pages...
the airplane with a wing missing...
the stuffed animal with holes...therefore you don't have all of your stuffing...
We watched the Blind Side and It made me think of all those who are down and out and have no chance (so it seems). This isn't the first time I have had these thoughts, but, man that movie got to me.
It is really a 5 star movie. Must see...
So, what am I going to do about it?
?
the lint left in the jeans pocket...
the receipt washed and dried ...several times...
the gum stuck under the church pew since 1956...
the french fry left in the grease...
the wiener left over the fire too long...
the book with missing pages...
the airplane with a wing missing...
the stuffed animal with holes...therefore you don't have all of your stuffing...
We watched the Blind Side and It made me think of all those who are down and out and have no chance (so it seems). This isn't the first time I have had these thoughts, but, man that movie got to me.
It is really a 5 star movie. Must see...
So, what am I going to do about it?
?
Spice Drops
Spice Drops
I have not had these in so long. One of our IT guys from the corporate office came in with a bag. Since then I have eaten so many, I have heart burn. Oh but what a good burn it is.
I have not had these in so long. One of our IT guys from the corporate office came in with a bag. Since then I have eaten so many, I have heart burn. Oh but what a good burn it is.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
MLK - a one day late post
Yesterday I was going to do a "Music Monday" piece and talk about the group TRAIN. But, I was really too busy to even think about the World Wide Web. I will tell you though, Train is a pretty good group. I have been listening to their latest CD and as I listen to each song over and over again, the tunes get better.
So more on that later.
Martin Luther King Jr. was really an awesome individual. Regardless of your skin color or ethnic background, he has done so much for society, yet I have to believe that if he were alive today, Things would be even better for the racial harmony so many seek.
He may be ashamed of how black and white (and other races) still act toward each other, but if he would not have been killed, the message he spoke would - in my opinion - have helped (in a big way) how races feel about each other.
I also believe that racism exists and always will (to a degree) from all ethnic backgrounds.
It exists more than Black vs. Whites, or whites vs. blacks, or Americans vs. Arabs, man vs. woman, etc etc.
If we TRULY believe the values that many of us were taught, we can also be a apart of the healing of the world through race relations.
Nothing is impossible.
So in the spirit of what yesterday meant to so many.
Please read this excerpt from Jesus Mean and Wild by Mark Galli.
When Martin Luther King Jr. led marches and boycotts in Birmingham, Alabama, in 1963, the local white ministerial association chided him for his impatience with the judicial process. Wait, they said, and things will slowly get better. King would have none of it. He asked them how he and his friends could wait when they had seen vicious mobs lynch their mothers and fathers, and watched hate-filled policemen curse, lick, and kill their black brothers and sisters, had witnessed the vast majority of 20 million blacks "smothering in the airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society." He wondered why he should be patient when he found himself tongue-tied as he tried to explain to his daughter why she couldn’t go to the amusement park she’d seen advertised on TV, seeing tears well up in her eyes when he had to tell her Funtown is closed to black children, and the watching "ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people,"
Because Martin Luther King Jr. cared for his fellow blacks, because he was concerned about whites (knowing that their racism was destroying their souls), because he cherished America and its ideals of freedom, he could be patient no longer. He loved so much, he became impatient of racism and injustice.
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Justice is a joy to the godly, but it terrifies evildoers. Proverbs 21:15
"Faith is taking the first step, even when you don't see the whole staircase." Martin Luther King Jr.
So more on that later.
Martin Luther King Jr. was really an awesome individual. Regardless of your skin color or ethnic background, he has done so much for society, yet I have to believe that if he were alive today, Things would be even better for the racial harmony so many seek.
He may be ashamed of how black and white (and other races) still act toward each other, but if he would not have been killed, the message he spoke would - in my opinion - have helped (in a big way) how races feel about each other.
I also believe that racism exists and always will (to a degree) from all ethnic backgrounds.
It exists more than Black vs. Whites, or whites vs. blacks, or Americans vs. Arabs, man vs. woman, etc etc.
If we TRULY believe the values that many of us were taught, we can also be a apart of the healing of the world through race relations.
Nothing is impossible.
So in the spirit of what yesterday meant to so many.
Please read this excerpt from Jesus Mean and Wild by Mark Galli.
When Martin Luther King Jr. led marches and boycotts in Birmingham, Alabama, in 1963, the local white ministerial association chided him for his impatience with the judicial process. Wait, they said, and things will slowly get better. King would have none of it. He asked them how he and his friends could wait when they had seen vicious mobs lynch their mothers and fathers, and watched hate-filled policemen curse, lick, and kill their black brothers and sisters, had witnessed the vast majority of 20 million blacks "smothering in the airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society." He wondered why he should be patient when he found himself tongue-tied as he tried to explain to his daughter why she couldn’t go to the amusement park she’d seen advertised on TV, seeing tears well up in her eyes when he had to tell her Funtown is closed to black children, and the watching "ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people,"
Because Martin Luther King Jr. cared for his fellow blacks, because he was concerned about whites (knowing that their racism was destroying their souls), because he cherished America and its ideals of freedom, he could be patient no longer. He loved so much, he became impatient of racism and injustice.
-------------------------------------------------------------------
Justice is a joy to the godly, but it terrifies evildoers. Proverbs 21:15
"Faith is taking the first step, even when you don't see the whole staircase." Martin Luther King Jr.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Subtracting from the Noise
I had every intention that this Blog would be my last.
Hence the title.
I was going to tell you that Wade's Top 100 will just have to stay in the notebooks and die with me. The Wayne Miller and Allister Jones projects would have to turn yellow with the pages they are written on as time take its toll.
The countless unfinished poems - would only be memories.
Any future Sunday morning messages would never be penned.
My ravenous desire to share my jabber with you would just have to fall away.
The other ideas in my head would either just stay there or be forgotten.
Lying awake in the middle of the night waiting on call backs from broken down trucks and trying to get in touch with mechanics has a way of taxing the body and the mind.
It is no different from when one can not go back to sleep. o different except the unending stress from late deliveries and pissed off customers.
So lying on my sofa this morning I simply had enough. I had enough of all of the unfinished crap in my head and in my notebooks. Thinking if I didn't have to figure out the mess, I could concentrate and maybe, just maybe finish something.
It is easy to have self pity and borderline depression in the quiet dead of night.
It is easy to shed the tears nobody will ever see.
It easy to curse (not necessarily the "foul mouth" type - sometimes you have to read into it) and look up at the sky and shake the head.
Talk about an uninspiring moment.
So I am so busy at work, I hardly have time to go to the bathroom, much less doing what I am doing now (the blog), but I wanted to get on here and say Adios. See Ya!. Bye Bye.
But, something grabbed me as I typed the title. What the heck I say?
Is the it the God I all but ignored this morning?
Is it some more self pity thinking "Hey some people might actually read this junk."
Or is it some of the depression wearing down and wearing out and moving out of the way of the good feelings.
I saw two depression medication commercials last night. Those make you more depressed.
Is the prospect of going to a profession (not a job per say - a profession) that I truly despise hindering my attitude.
OR IS IT JUST ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
All I want to do right now is go sit on the levee and watch the boats on the river ans sing the Violent Femmes "Good Feelings won't you stay with me just a little longer."
I am feeling good right now because I am temporarily ignoring the chaos of the day.
But - ignore no more. I have to get back to it. The job.
So, hopefully the writing feelings stays and one day I actually finish something and write something decent on here.....or we might just go back to simple subtraction.
Hence the title.
I was going to tell you that Wade's Top 100 will just have to stay in the notebooks and die with me. The Wayne Miller and Allister Jones projects would have to turn yellow with the pages they are written on as time take its toll.
The countless unfinished poems - would only be memories.
Any future Sunday morning messages would never be penned.
My ravenous desire to share my jabber with you would just have to fall away.
The other ideas in my head would either just stay there or be forgotten.
Lying awake in the middle of the night waiting on call backs from broken down trucks and trying to get in touch with mechanics has a way of taxing the body and the mind.
It is no different from when one can not go back to sleep. o different except the unending stress from late deliveries and pissed off customers.
So lying on my sofa this morning I simply had enough. I had enough of all of the unfinished crap in my head and in my notebooks. Thinking if I didn't have to figure out the mess, I could concentrate and maybe, just maybe finish something.
It is easy to have self pity and borderline depression in the quiet dead of night.
It is easy to shed the tears nobody will ever see.
It easy to curse (not necessarily the "foul mouth" type - sometimes you have to read into it) and look up at the sky and shake the head.
Talk about an uninspiring moment.
So I am so busy at work, I hardly have time to go to the bathroom, much less doing what I am doing now (the blog), but I wanted to get on here and say Adios. See Ya!. Bye Bye.
But, something grabbed me as I typed the title. What the heck I say?
Is the it the God I all but ignored this morning?
Is it some more self pity thinking "Hey some people might actually read this junk."
Or is it some of the depression wearing down and wearing out and moving out of the way of the good feelings.
I saw two depression medication commercials last night. Those make you more depressed.
Is the prospect of going to a profession (not a job per say - a profession) that I truly despise hindering my attitude.
OR IS IT JUST ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
All I want to do right now is go sit on the levee and watch the boats on the river ans sing the Violent Femmes "Good Feelings won't you stay with me just a little longer."
I am feeling good right now because I am temporarily ignoring the chaos of the day.
But - ignore no more. I have to get back to it. The job.
So, hopefully the writing feelings stays and one day I actually finish something and write something decent on here.....or we might just go back to simple subtraction.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Adding to the Noise
Yesterday was Music Monday and I missed it. Really too busy to even think about getting on the web. Today is really the same but sometimes you have to make the break!
Adding to the Noise of the last post...Quick Hits and to go along with Music Monday.
I have been really getting into the band All Time Low lately. Really just a few of their tunes. But one Therapy is a good one.
The words are quite interesting.
also have been listening to Tenth Ave. North and Switchfoot.
There is too, a really good Christian group or singer - not sure (need to research) Addison Road.
(I will report on A.R. next week)
Today however is a Train day.
I will listen to Train's new CD Save Me, San Francisco.
Next Monday I will report on it.
The music research for Wade's Top 100 has taken a back seat to my busy work schedule.
But hopefully soon I can start on it again and finish it. I am close...but I can't yet smell the cigar.
If the aliens stop taking me up into space and Force me to watch hours and hours of YO! MTV RAPS...I may be able to get somewhere.
Also - I take each day at a time. Yesterday was SUPER BUSY, but it was my best day (work day) in a long while.
In the Spirit of My ancestor - 12 times removed - Hernando Julio Jorge Perez Cortez...........
Adios!
Adding to the Noise of the last post...Quick Hits and to go along with Music Monday.
I have been really getting into the band All Time Low lately. Really just a few of their tunes. But one Therapy is a good one.
The words are quite interesting.
also have been listening to Tenth Ave. North and Switchfoot.
There is too, a really good Christian group or singer - not sure (need to research) Addison Road.
(I will report on A.R. next week)
Today however is a Train day.
I will listen to Train's new CD Save Me, San Francisco.
Next Monday I will report on it.
The music research for Wade's Top 100 has taken a back seat to my busy work schedule.
But hopefully soon I can start on it again and finish it. I am close...but I can't yet smell the cigar.
If the aliens stop taking me up into space and Force me to watch hours and hours of YO! MTV RAPS...I may be able to get somewhere.
Also - I take each day at a time. Yesterday was SUPER BUSY, but it was my best day (work day) in a long while.
In the Spirit of My ancestor - 12 times removed - Hernando Julio Jorge Perez Cortez...........
Adios!
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