Somewhere between earth and heaven
The C-17 flies,
Heading westward homeward
Through clean, clear, safe blue skies
At the back of the airplane
Draped in his country’s flag
They’re bringing Buddy home.
Somewhere between tears and…Continue
Added by Michael Johnson on March 25, 2017 at 1:30am — No Comments
I feel a growing sense that many things are not within my control. It makes me tense And my stomach knotted. This must be where my physical energy is.
Added by Jorgelito Hagens on March 20, 2017 at 12:53pm — No Comments
We are like a looking glass. The vibration of who we are changes how we see things. As we change so does the glass and so what we see.
Added by Jorgelito Hagens on March 19, 2017 at 9:30pm — No Comments
If anyone who happens to be in their sixties or over and believes they have led a dull life, think again: for you are a baby boomer! Being born between 1950 to 1955 means that your toys didn't need batteries because you were content with Tonka trucks, Play dough, Mr. Potato Head, Lincoln Logs and Tinker Toys.
We were also daredevils, we rode our bikes and roller skated down…Continue
Added by Sharon Johnson on March 17, 2017 at 1:58pm — No Comments
BALLAD OF SMITH AND GABRIEL JIMMYBOY, THE
From the film "Smith!" (1969)
There's an indian boy in trouble and he's runnin'
He clutches his protection like a toy
There's been a murder in town
And the blame went round and round
And they laid it all on Gabriel…
Added by Michael Johnson on March 17, 2017 at 1:30am — No Comments
Do you know what it's like to have your race belittled, and to come to learn that you are only a burden to the country? Maybe we did not have the skills to make a meaningful contribution, but nobody would wait for us. We were shoved aside, because we were dumb and could not learn.
Do you know what it is like to be without pride in your race, pride in your family, pride and confidence in yourself? What is it like? You do not know. You have never tasted its bitterness.
Added by Michael Johnson on March 16, 2017 at 10:02pm — No Comments
I know what you must be saying, "Tell us, what do you want?" Yes, what do we want? We want first of all to be respected and to feel that we are people of worth. We want equal job opportunities for our students. We want guidance and counseling. We want to feel that we are a people of worth.
Let no one forget this: we are a people with special rights guaranteed to us by promises and treaties. We do not beg for these rights, nor do we thank you. We do not thank you because we paid for…Continue
Added by Michael Johnson on March 16, 2017 at 10:00pm — No Comments
Can we talk of integration until there is social integration? Unless there is integration in hearts and minds, you only have a physical presence and the walls are as high as the mountain tops.
This piece was originally a presentation made at Western Washington…Continue
Added by Michael Johnson on March 16, 2017 at 9:30pm — No Comments
It might come as a shock to some that indigenous people, who were often called 'natives', 'savages', and 'heathens' by empire builders, know MORE about the afterlife, MORE about spirit contact, MORE about mediumship than orthodox religionists.
Many gifted mediums had native Americans…Continue
I haled me a woman from the street,
Shameless, but, oh, so fair!
I bade her sit in the model's seat,
And I painted her sitting there.
I hid all trace of her heart unclean;
I painted a babe at her breast;
I painted her as she might have been
If the Worst had been the Best.
She laughed at my picture, and went away.
Then came, with a knowing nod,
A connoisseur, and I heard him say:
"'Tis Mary, the Mother of God."
So I painted a halo…
Added by Michael Johnson on March 16, 2017 at 6:29am — No Comments
Does anyone know of a girl who might like
A tired old boy on a rusty old bike
Who just pulled in today from the Florida Glades
And just got to stop and rest awhile and rest awhile.
Does anyone know of someone who can use
A hard working fool who don't ever touch booze
Who's only vice is a roll of a dice
And he's just got to stop and rest awhile and rest awhile.
Easy there lady, I don't want no trouble
I'll pay for…
Added by Michael Johnson on March 15, 2017 at 2:40pm — No Comments
THE SHOOTING OF DAN McGREW
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty and loaded for bear.
He looked like…
To the Man of the High North
My rhymes are rough, and often in my rhyming
I've drifted, silver-sailed, on seas of dream,
Hearing afar the bells of Elfland chiming,
Seeing the groves of Arcadie agleam.
I was the thrall of Beauty that rejoices
From peak snow-diademed to regal star;
Yet to mine aerie ever pierced the voices,
The pregnant voices of the Things That Are.
The Here, the Now, the vast Forlorn around us;
The gold-delirium, the…
Added by Michael Johnson on March 15, 2017 at 4:18am — No Comments
Conjuring a vibration of happiness and love
This mantra doesn’t have any words. It consists of a repeatable feeling. Words and images can be forgotten. Feelings can stay with us maybe forever.
It feels like a sparkly fire that moves through us…Continue
Added by Jorgelito Hagens on March 14, 2017 at 3:00pm — No Comments
There is a pub inside a baobab tree in the Limpopo province. It has electricity, a dart board and even a phone. Another story about the origins of the baobab tree is that back in the beginning the baobab tree wanted flowers like the protea, and the protea agreed. However, the baobab was not satisfied and so the animals plucked it up and shoved it back in the ground upside down. One of the bush legends also says that if a baby drinks a mixture of the tree’s bark and water, the baby will grow…Continue
Added by Michael Johnson on March 13, 2017 at 1:30am — No Comments
If I could turn the clock back
I would return to the days when life was good
Survival was hard and required work
But life was Good..
We believed and trusted in God..
To show us the…
Happiness is loving everything. An adventure where the mist is still rising puts me there.…Continue
Added by Michael Johnson on March 10, 2017 at 12:10am — No Comments
To be read as a night time children's story Heh Heh Heh...
Written by me
and I really like kids..most of the time and quiet.
When you sleep tonight...in the dark..there's nothing there with you...is there ? the rain you hear at the window ...it's just rain...isn't it.... the eyes glowing in the hall are just your cat's eyes...aren't they?..The Black Widow your mom said she killed by your bed...she really did kill it ...didn't she..so there's nothing in the covers with you…Continue
Added by Michael Johnson on March 9, 2017 at 11:59pm — No Comments