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Month: May, 2015

Dept. of Unpopular Reality: ‘George W. Bush Didn’t Create ISIS; Islam Did’, by David French

America isn’t responsible for warmongering idiots. Not so sure about George W. Maybe America turned him into a warmongering idiot?

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No… I don’t wonder who wrote the book of love…

Who wrote that book is well known, those who read, and then follow it, are idiots!

Pouring My Art Out

I wonder about the people who read the book of hate.

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Because Kindness Matters

Because Michelle knows best, kindness matters

Tell Me About It


Because Kindness Matters

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I love this fairy skirt so much. I know fairy skirts look exactly like this…they have to…from Rodin’s Garden in Paris

Does anyone know what this flower is called?

Rethinking Life

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Barefoot In The Sacred

Beautiful words well written. Comments are disabled here to leave one visit the original.

Masked Native

in the sacred

Step outside the garden door,

with bare feet on cold concrete,

and after the realisation that it’s not so bad,
you can bear it,
move on to the dew wet morning grass,
to the uncut patch,
where the secret life within grounds you
to the heart of your heart,
to the world heart,
to the one sacred whole where you know yourself in everything,
where everything has it’s peace,
and even inanimate objects
find their rest in the sacred.

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Just Saying ~ May 18th

So true, visit the original blog for more thoughts and quotes like this one.

Blog of a Mad Black Woman

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Ode to Marcus

What beautiful sentiments, read the original blog for more like this.

Words across the Oceans



Time has come

And time has gone

But throughout moments in my days

You enter my mind…


I only got to know you briefly

Across the Oceans: Online

But in that time

You have touched me deeply…


 Your beautiful soul shone so brightly

Making us laugh out loud daily

Always there with your huge heart

Lifting and supporting without judgment…


I regret not coming to see you whilst away on my trip

My heart goes out to your Lady Wolf and I hope that she is doing ok

I miss your words terrible

But I found a message from you on Tumblr

Just the other day: which made me smile…


Wherever you are now

My dear friend: HATFM

Know that you will be forever loved

And held in our hearts forever

Until we connect again!


.  .  .

© DebraDML (2015)

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B.B. King & Eric Clapton: Riding with the King

RIP Blues Boy, you brought love with your music and knew not of the “fashion”. We still enjoy listening to you and Lucille love and peace from friends and fans.

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B.B. King & Eric Clapton

B.B. King & Eric Clapton – Riding with the King, 2000

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And Still I Rise

Lovely sentiments. All of us “white” folk have been guilty of putting others in chains. Time to wake up and know we were wrong in the past. Let’s build a new world where everyone of us is free, we are all equal under the sun so let’s all rise for a new planet.

Macjoyful's Minimal Musings

And Still I Rise
By Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,


You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?The
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.


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Private Dialogue

Beautiful poem and it fits in so well with the artwork.

Poesy plus Polemics

"Woman Looking in a Mirror" Painting by Richard Edward Miller From “Woman Looking in a Mirror”
Painting by Richard Edward Miller

burn the green wood
kill the young
nascent saplings
emergent from
rich loamy wombs
before time
(so you tell yourself)
ever feels pain
before trauma to
rootstock of memory
call it humane
this cold intervention
supposing that forests
when left to their
natural development
suffer from
certain privations
too many grown trees
who compete for
too little fresh air
in a landscape
too wanting of
less oppressed
access to sun
you have choice
(so you tell yourself)
free to decide
and what heart
would choose suffering
knowing the world
gets along
(so you tell yourself)
hardly diminished
and never to miss
a mere few
of trees

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