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Drowned, Busted, and Fallen
by Cal

I visited a place where I thought I would fit in.
I didn't.
I rolled with the flow and drowned.
I hobnobbed with the biggies and got busted.
I soared with the eagles and fell.
The doctor with the money maligned me.
The nurse with the power abused me.
The counselor with the education seduced me.
We are the caring, and often the wise and,
when guided gently, we glow, love, and share openly.
But watch out, the system's still in place!
The 'Hierarchy' still exists, and it's bloodthirsty.
One must learn the Doctor's ways and shift to his will.
One mustn't learn the Nurse's parentage or be ready for the kill.
One must learn the counselor's jealousy and have a hard hard heart.
I'm SMI and, with my peers, we cut, we shoot,
we pop, we drink....... and we die.
But I'd rather be in the presence of my peers....
for they hurt as much as I, while the others only profit from the lie.

Flag of the Children
by Cal

When I went to sleep last night
the flag was still on high,
But in the morn when the sun shined through,
the flag had ceased to fly.
The flag was blood stained on the
ground for all the world to see.
The joke, it seemed, had been
played out and finally we were free.
The People of the world
gathered round the flag to look;
It didn't have the same meaning
now as in the history book.
The children laughed and hugged and cried.....
the day was very bright.
The beasts were hidden in the shadows,
to try again at night.
But now the tune of love was there,
the beasts could rant and rave;
The flag they flew was on the ground,
being dragged into their cave.
They'll try again another day
to bring us to our knees,
But the children of the land
connect in ways that seem to please.
The flag that flies now shows
The Children all around......
It is a mixture of softer hues,
a flag of light .....
NEVER to touch the ground....
It will fly without the pole,
as it is the people's now you know.
The giver this time is from above
and he is in control.
It doesn't have lines nor stars on it,
nor a moon or sun to see,
But if it flies over a house,
or a school THOSE folks this time are free.
It flies all over the world today
in union with the people
It flies over Iraq, Brazil
and in Mexico on a steeple.
It's seen in Italy, Germany,
France, and also in Japan
It's a beautiful sight to see, in Palestine,
Afghanistan,
Syria and in Iran.....
We all got our wish today,
from the Children of the Land:
PEACE, Love, Hope,
LIVES in the hearts of the Children.


My Imaginary Love
by Cal

My imaginary love!
or are you truly real?
I reach for you and find
you are not there,
yet know you need the tender loving care
that only I can give…
This world runs on today,
and I know these sweet and bitter heartaches
are all that keep me going….
I reach out to help the others
when I cannot reach for you
and in helping them I find the painful
richness that rewards me…
Sometimes I miss you so,
but then I feel our spirits dancing in the glow,
the afterglow of us, united.

My Prayer for Today
by Cal

In all of our grieving processes and all of our pain, I am now going to suggest one of the biggest fears that we’ve all faced.
A while ago in my search for art and for information I came across a sweet calendar that in one phrase said it all.
“Blessed are they whose God is Lord.”
It stuck in my mind and still sticks there.
What if the God most worship today is Satan or an evil force? What if, it set itself up in the high places of Godly worship and remains entrenched there? (After all, isn't it written someplace that we will worship an antichrist?)
In the churches people have learned to ask for money and for whatever reason, it becomes the central theme of many churches. As I see today’s world, love of money is the Root of all evil and although many of the churches were built on the concept ‘God as Lord’, they don’t maintain long in that arena.
I have never been affiliated with an organized religion, from the outside looking in, people in their quest for the Lord have become involved in the most insidious lie ever told.

My Prayer for the Day
May 31, 2004
Thank you Lord for helping me to understand that I had to meet You in my own way on my own terms for You to be my true Saviour, and True Guiding Light.
Did I sin, You betcha, did I hurt others in my search, You betcha, do I live totally in Your light, I try but I falter often, but then again, I’m not perfect. I am good and I am willing to learn. If I show prejudice, it is because of my own ignorance, and not the other person’s identity. Am I perfect, NOT by a long shot but I cherish Your children and Love PEOPLE of all colors, creeds and nations.
I pledge to You my Lord that I will study, learn and continue to grow as I go forward in the true Battle of my life......... I will always try and do onto others as I would have them do onto me. And yes, I will do onto them first when I see that they need a helping hand. I will scream out to the Regime and I will still be human when I wanna kick some ass. My love of mankind and womankind will open doors for others when their minds accept that WE ARE of ONE LIGHT.
I will try and be stable and try and be patient when they aren't ready to accept what I have to say. Once again, I will be human and may walk away frustrated and beaten until once again You advise me of how to go forward.
“Blessed are they whose God is Lord.”
Amen!
Love and Peace
Cal

My Sweet Internet Love
by Cal, 11-23-2003

Sometimes, I realize that you and I can never be.
It's the other side of heaven was made for you and me.
Still I want you in my life, touching me physically
But I know if it happens it may not come easily.
I shall hasten to love you fully, as much as I can
If I lose you, I'll have my memories and I'll understand.
that I might lose you is something that makes me cry
Without your love, my spirit may wither and die.
You are there in my heart always touching my soul
But I know there'll come a timewhen you might have to go
It hasn't always been easy, this love we've had
There are days I feel deeply wounded and sad
It's never been something I've known well how to do.
But I've known from the start that it was pure and true.
You pop in on occasion, to check up on me
quite often you surprise me and fill me with glee.
Sometimes I see you and sometimes I see you not
But I know in your heart my best interest you've got.
You may think there are times that I'm all unaware
But here inside of my heart I know you are there.
You worry sometimes that I might know way too much
But you know it's right and it's more than a touch.
It's your spirit and mine encircling, my love
When we question our US, know it's sent from above.
I remember I told you that we're meant to be
You as an eagle, me a horse running free.
I know you can tell, dear, that it's a our special place
By the way we're together in this hurried race.
I feel you surround me and I know you are there
When I dream of our union, you're touching my hair.
You are always my guy even when you are not
You're my lover of PEACE and the center I've got.
If ever you doubt, love, look deep into my eyes.....
You'll see your image and you'll know it's not lies.
The union we have is such a sweet place to be
It has always been there and it's just you and me.
Together we've been up to the top of the hill
We've touched on a miracle and we feel it still.
You know there are times when I can't even touch base
You are the same and it's something both of us face.
You have your work, love, and all the things that you do
I do as well but it's better because of you.
You fill me up and I love it, I surely do
I hope it goes right back just the same to you.
When you are in doubt, I know you'll go for a while
But I hope you'll come back and share that special smile.
If it happens that you cannot come, love, to me
Then I'll let US go, dear, and I'll set you quite free.
For I know in my heart that your spirit is free
I feel that part often is reflected in me.
Follow your dreams, love, and let me watch as you grow
Sometimes I'll race with you and sometimes I'll go slow.
The best of it all is all the love that we share
The love of the PEOPLE and the way that we care.
You're the height of ecstacy,the depth of my feeling...
You are my floor sometimes, sometimes you're my ceiling........
We'll fly above the rest when the time is just right
Till then my sweet lover, you are my shining knight.

my sweet OnLine Friends....
by Cal

You are my Freshness when I feel stale
You are the Right when all seems wrong
Your are the Insight when I need it most
You are the Eye when mine needs to close
You are the Nest when my home isn't enough
You are the Dream when my nights are long......
You are FRIENDS
MY VISION
by Cal

You are the Place in my heart that holds humanity
You are the Earth in it's natural state
You are the Amen at the end of my prayer
You are the Center of my universe
You are the Eternity where I long to exist
YOU ARE PEACE
You are the peace I Long for
You are the Openess that I crave
You are the Vision that I cherish
You are Everything
YOU ARE LOVE
You are the Healing that I strive for
You are the Ocean full of beauty
You are the Purpose of my being
You are the Etchings and of my Creator
YOU ARE HOPE
On My Way to Die
by Cal

A funny thing happened on the way to my funeral;
I started to live.
I struggled and hurt and the pain ensued
But then I remembered.
I have not one, not two, but three
Wonderful loving creations that I brought into this world.
I thought to myself, it's their turn
And, being older and having fought the system all of my life
I guess I couldn't do to them what I'd had done to me.
I always believed that it was my parents idea for my existence....
NOW, I know better.
I am an example to my children
and I won't give up as my parents did.
I won't die from the fight.
It will invigorate me to go forward.
I won't hate
because that is what I had shown to me.
I won't lie
because that is what was told to me.
I won't quit
because that is what my parents did.
Oh no,
.... not me.
I have much more than my parents did and
although I have a lifetime of pain
from the "Bloody System,"
I never lost me.
I'm a fighter who endured the 1960s
and loved being a hippy....
true fighters you see can do the battle
with PEACE and nonviolence...
it's all in the WORDING.
I'm a woman who was tokenly
given a good job in the 1970s
I'm a 80's lady who endured
the Yuppies as they were my children's idols
I'm a 90's girl who recognized
the wisdom of my grandmother
I'm a millennium grammy who has the rights ....
the rights of passage as I've been there, done that ....
I'm a winner, I'm a fighter,
I'm a lover and most of all,
I'm a survivor.
I'm ready to fight for the VETS of Viet Nam........
they are my heroes as they endured the pain of Not winning a war.....
and coming home to an ugly country
which didn't celebrate them,
instead put them down
and stomped on them.
I'm the older generation now
but I have what past generations didn't.
I have the Internet and I have access to my own kind,
be they white, women, black, men,
yellow, youth, elderly, ageless and ageold.
I have my children, my friends, my confidants
and my heritage.
I have Germans, Italians, Phillipinos,
French, Africans, Japanese, Chinese,
Iranians, Palestinians, Israelis, Mexicans,
Canadians, Scottish, Irish, English..........
Martians........ hehe.........
and the list goes on and on.
I have love and peace
that have never been available
to me before because I have YOU.
Let us unite and let us
PEACE away the demons
that want to destroy US and control OUR world.....

Robbie Mi` Robot
by Cal

RobbieMi`Robot came to me one night
His beret was missing and he looked a fright.
I turned around to close the door
I heard the crash he had hit the floor.
I opened the section to check on his parts
To my amazement he had a human heart.
I tried to raise him, to no avail
How could I explain this incredible tale.
RobbieMi`Robot is human now
There's much to do but I don't know how.
I leaned down and whispered in his ear
He opened his eyes and I saw a tear.
I asked him what had taken place
He looked at me with a human face.
He shook his head and whispered my name
I could tell from his expression he wasn't the same.
I wanted to touch him and hold him near
I didn't want him to feel any fear.
He smiled at me with a lopsided grin
I could no longer write his life with my pen.
He touched my cheek and looked into my face
It was different now he had a heart in place.
No body else would believe me I'm sure
RobbieMi`Robot was sent for my cure.

Dedicated to all those folks that need hope, and dreams and childlike
imagination when all else seems dark.
Cal
Your RockinRobotReporter
Soaring
by Cal

I soared today with my male counterpart
to the universe outside our world.
We flew as connected spirits
and met with a loving entity
to explode into the never ending
journey of one.
We became a snowflake
that fell slowly back to the earth
and melted into the river as a droplet of water.......
we crashed into the rocks in a river
and then we journeyed on a log to the ocean.
We took up residence in the ocean........
waving and floating into the blue
and as the weather saw fit,
we became the mist that traveled back to the land
and there we became a dew drop on a tree.
We fell from the tree to the ground
and absorbed into the dirt to fertilize it with other likeminded souls.......
and we survive as one in our universe.
As our journey continues,
our connectivity along the way insures us
that we will continue and head out again
on our endless journey to completeness.
We reign as the world and as such, we survive.......

Spirit
If they made a movie about our love
by Cal
You are the eagle, ever present by my side, flying over hills and valleys, always free. I am the Mustang, running, jumping and wanting to fly with you. You are the yang to my yin, the green man to my goddess, my male counterpart through life.
You’ve maintained your goodness and I adore that in you. You’ve kept your promises to me, to us, and I love you deeply for that. Most of all, you’ve believed in me and stayed steady in our love.
It isn’t the love that others can understand nor could most mortals live with, but it is ‘us’ and it is true and it is abiding in our journey to PEACE and freedom.
It is a love that makes God’s creations precious. It is sound and solid and it carries me through when I need to feel the presence of wholeness. You make me want to live to see another day. You are my spirit, keeping pace with growth and with ever lasting love.
Be my lover in my dreams and be my total entity when we unite after the universe rises beyond this time.
Be my special friend when I am quiet and be my partner everlasting. Be the pupil in my eye when mine is tired and only sees confusion. Be my heartbeat when my blood runs cold from pain. Be my partner in your times of need and let me comfort you when you desire me to hold your soft gentle soul and kiss away the pain that it has gathered in the human world.
I hold you close in my thoughts, dreams and spirit as we encounter life’s continuing hostility. I pray with you in our common faith to a God that is all goodness. I wish sweet wonderful days of a future beside you as my friend and soul mate.
Know me for who I am and continue supporting our commonality in your own quest for a better world.
You, my sweet net partner are loved and cherished forever.

Cal to her RobbieMi`Robot co-creator and keeper of the faith.
The "Lady" in my LIfe
My Gramma
by Cal

I always enjoyed being around my grandmother. She was about 4'10" and probably weighed 230 pounds. She was the sexiest, most intelligent woman in the world to me. She had knowledge, grace, humor and class that only grew with her age and with each encounter we shared.
My grandparents lived in a shack after the big house burned. There were quilts over the windows and an outhouse. There was an old tree stump that they used for choping off the heads of chickens. (Now, that is quite a memory....... although a bit traumatizing, it left an image I will never forget.... HOW the hell did a chicken run around without a head...... one of those things similar to an airplane flying..... HOW HOW HOW???)
Out in the back yard were fig trees and fences and an underground fort that my uncles booby trapped. There were doors that would knock you on your ass if you happened to touch them just right. It did just that to my grouchy ol' grandpa! My uncle, although a mere 10 years old at the time, wasn't seen nor heard from for three days.
I cannot ever remember anything but fun times when I visited. There were chickens and cows and, once, there was even a horse that stayed for a bit. And way out in the back forty, there were a couple of donkeys.
My grandmother was the one that introduced me to art and coloring and making beautiful pictures...... even as the wind blew thru the cracks in the walls. The papers often blew everywhere. (We even laughed and chuckled at picking them up off of the floor..... or if there was a new mark on the sheet of paper, we incorporated it into the final end product.)
My grandmother's sisters and brother seemed to be from the other side of the tracks and had uptown houses and cars and it never seemed to bother my grandma. Matter of fact, her inner peace and joy seemed to aggravate many of the family. But, you can bet my dad and my uncles worshipped the ground she walked on.

The Song Only I Can Hear
The Box By The Door
Love Today
Yesterday's Pain
by Cal

He came to me in my hour of need. He accepted things that others couldn’t find. He loves those parts of me that I almost left behind.
Finally before walking out the door for my last good-by. I’ll leave the box by the door. Even the picture; me in a white dress, he in a tux. The one with a broken glass. (At least I’d had the restraint to put the others up before the rage.)
Others didn’t know how to find that place, but it was always there wrapped up in pretty lace.
She glanced one last time. She looked around the house they’d shared. The guitar was propped up by the box. (She remembers going in debt for it. It had to be a twelve string, it was four hundred dollars more than a six but he had to have it.)
He found it silently and he made it whole. He unwrapped it tenderly, he found my inner soul.
She looked in the mirror and put on her sun glasses. She glanced back. She had seen the black eyes. Was this really his last revenge? She thought he had done that at the hospital when he’d begged her for forgiveness. She, of course, forgave him, what else could she do? His girlfriend and his little boy waited in the car.
He plays a song for me
that only I can hear
(It was fun at first, he’d always dedicate his
songs to me.)
He touches me inside
he makes it very clear
(It was unnerving, he seemed to know what a woman
wanted. He said all the things that made me believe
again.)

He does those special things
that only he can know
(He brought me flowers every week and a watermelon
when I was pregnant in Feb.)
He makes my eyes light up,
the mirror to my soul.
(He was so good with the kids, it touched me deeply
after my first marriage.)
He’ll bring that special light
he makes me want to live
(i>(He gave me a baby and once again, all was good at home.)
It takes a special man
to touch that place for me
(I had become untrusting of any man BUT with his
songs and the kids, he removed it.)
He is that special man
that only he can be.
(He worked, he drove the kids to school,
he listened to me, he helped me and we created a home.)
He is my partner now
he helps me find my way
(Two words and we were one.)
(He hugged me when I raged and saw only the good,
till the fateful day in March, 1987.)
He sees that part of me
that makes me want to stay.
(He left me when his brother died. He physically
stayed but he was gone and I didn’t know.)
I want to let him know
the way he makes me feel
(He needed to get help. It turned to rage,
we fought, he watched violence on tv and
movies more and more as if a need had to be fulfilled.)
I want to tell him so
it is so very real.
(I wanted him to know how it hurt, I wanted
him to feel my pain.
I want to give to him
the things he gives to me
He took my son and went to Ca,
The special gift he gives
the light he sees in me.
how could he do it? Was he angry for my leaving???)
(He sees the light in our son that once he saw in me.)
The burning light
Kindles deeply in my soul.
The passion sparks so bright
It’s our Creator’s loving goal.
I’ll put the box in the car when I get back from the
service. I’ll take the pictures and the memories
and that damn guitar and I’ll leave it at Goodwill.
Finally, I don’t have to worry that he’ll miss those
things. After the pillow incident and involvement
of my son in the abuse, I can put it aside. (I’ll speak
with his girlfriend and she can deal with
the rest. I don’t want any part of it.)
Now all I have to do is forgive myself. When that
is done, I’ll go forward with my head held high.
First things first. Her little boy and my son,
we’ll walk in together, the four of us...... how
strange this world becomes as we live life and
journey to our next step.

The Child In Our Teacher
by Cal, 2003

Michael's body language exudes happiness when he takes center stage.
He invites his audience to join with him on a trip of teaching, of joy, and of learning.
His boyish good looks appear to be enhanced tremendously when he shares his openness and his childlike sense of adventure.
His sparkling wonderful blue eyes speak volumes as he presents his excitement to the class.
If I could write a scene to display Michael's presence in class, it would be of a little boy in a candy shop.
........
The little boy walks into the candy store having never tasted candy before.
He sees all of the bright vivid colors and all of the different shapes. He smiles openly, as if embarking on a trip of a life time.
He intuitively knows that every candy he will taste today will be exquisite.
The lemon, the cherry, the raspberry and the chocolate will be savored if only for one moment in eternity. (Not to worry, Michael knows that one instance often times is that treasured memory, later cherished. He seems to hesitate before indulging. He knows full well that he is going to taste a bit of heaven today.)
He glances around and even though the candy is already paid for, he sneaks a lick of the lemon drop. Ummmm, the lick is so simply lemon ....but delicious. He closes his eyes and licks it again. Yes, it is scrumptious.
He opens his empty plastic bag. He slowly peaks around and slips the licked lemon drop back into the bag.
Next, he decides on the cherry licorice. He looks at it and he squeezes it to see what the texture is like. He wants to remember this day forever. After all, there aren't many boys who have to wait till they are five to have a taste of CANDY.
Once again, Michael looks around as if it's forbidden to bite off a bit of the bright red cherry licorice. He bites down and closes his eyes as he chews. He then hurriedly munches the whole piece. His mood has changed from that first moment he tasted the lemon drop.
His fingers are sticky now but that doesn't stop him. He slowly opens the chocolate bar. The chocolate melts a bit on his hand as he pulls it completely out of the wrapper. He sneaks a peek around the store. Nobody is watching, he licks the dark spot on his finger. Ummmmmm, THAT is ummm, so good. He takes a bite of the bar and he is suddenly ecstatic and cannot wait to gobble down the rest of this new found taste. He will still have another chocolate bar after this one is eaten so, he bites off another tasty bite and then he closes his eyes and slowly and deliberately eats the remainder.
........
This is what Michael shares with his students. He shares a sense of adventure in his journey and he welcomes his students to join him in his quest for knowledge.
If you are lucky enough to be a participant in Michael's trip, you will receive acceptance, love, and a sense of safety. Even the smallest candy; the pop rock, is treasured for it's snappy uniqueness.
September 19, 2003
The Key is in Your Hand
by Dedra McCullough

My love said to me:
“Take these chains from my heart and set me free.”
My love, the key is in your hand as I turn to walk away.
You stare after me as if I should say something.
There is nothing I can say. There’s not a word I can utter.
We've been through many things you and I and through it all I've loved you unconditionally and now, if I must, I will let you go the same.
I won't ask you why and I won't let you see me cry.
The love we have was much more than I'd expected
so I cannot be unjust as I give you the way out.
You must decide and you must make it right for you.
You have your heart to protect and you have your life.
I will only tell you that you are one of a kind
and I will forever be grateful that I've had you in my life.
I will take my memories of us and
I will place them safely in a place to be treasured.
I will write of the times we've shared
until there comes a future that I can no longer remember them.
I will share them with my grandchildren
so they in turn will share them with theirs.
You are my sun and my moon and my heartstrings
and yes, I will miss all of those things.........
but if you must go, they no longer belong to me.
They are once again yours to reconnect with and move forward.
They are once again of your heart/soul/and spirit
and no longer a connection with my entity.
You take with you many memories of the times we've shared.
You take my giggles and my dreams.
You leave with me the fire and the lust
and most of all the love that will linger forever in my soul.
You, have been my rock and my pillow
and you have been my best friend.
With that, I can only rejoice at the time we've shared.
With that I can only know that My God was very generous
with me when he sent you to me to be my healer.
You my love are my special friend, confidant and angel...............
so off with you to the woods to find beauty in your future
as you've never experienced before
for you are the wind and the sand,
and the trees blowing softly through the night
only to come alight in the morrow with the dew and the rainbow
The Land of the Brave and the Free
by Cal

The Children of the World
watched closely as the story
began to unfold
In the land of the
Brave and the Free.
Who would have known
the hurt and the pain
as the people opened their eyes?
The illusion was shattered.
Round the bodies they gathered,
to pick up their next of kin.
The mothers were crying.
The Regime had been lying.
Now the burying had to begin.
The people were shocked
the box was unlocked.
Where was the end to be?
So dig as we must
through the dirt and the rust,
let's find out the truth as we go.
The earth was on fire
for the evil desire
of money, blood and oil.
Would the people yet see
in the Land of the free
America's not built on free soil?
The meds aren't working,
it's happened before
But this time it's different, I know much more.
A vacation from them is what I need
But will I get the chance, will I succeed?
The doctor I trusted is no longer around
Maybe the best thing to do is to stay home bound
To go through the motions out in the world
Makes me vulnerable to them (the system) and what they've been told.
I won't take the others (meds) cause they are a scam
To make big money and turn me into a lamb.
I've done it before and I'll succeed this time
This thing that they do is indeed a crime.
It isn't a big deal except that I'm scared
It seemed different before as the doctor cared.
I won't be a zombie, or an experimental rat
To fill the pockets of the big fat cats.
The Modern Day Holocaust
All in the name of a bloody "Red White and Blue."
by Cal

A child sobs in the rubble
a mother cries, as she sees the uniform
He's but a mere child himself
with a look of terror in his eye.
What did he see?
What made him shoot.
it's just another day in Afghanistan.
Another child lost
Two mothers' hearts broken
Another day in The Modern Day Holocaust.
Two uniforms at the door
A mother's heartwrenching moan
A gunshot wound to the head
He died at twenty by his own hand.
Another day of the The Modern Day Holocaust.
An orphan runs and rocks the Hummer
The driver swerves in Iraq.
An orphan no longer
He's crushed under a tire.
The driver leans down to see if he's breathing
He could have been his little brother.
He died at twenty-three, a gunshot wound to the head
Two uniforms at the door.
A mother's heart wrenching moan.
Another day of the Modern Day Holocaust.
Two Middle Eastern mothers ......
Cry for their children
Two young lives taken
Another day of the Modern Day Holocaust
Two American mothers
Cry for their children
Two young lives taken
Another day of the Modern Day Holocaust
All in the name of ..... "The Red White and Blue."


The Rise of the Villages
by Cal

Once the Federal Reserve and the shadow government had been abolished, there were many changes in the world.
When there was no monetary value everything became easier. That was a feat in and of itself as the world had never known a dollarless society. It had seemed chaotic at first.
Cal had been setting a precedent that day in court. She had adopted Michael and Terri. They were of age but still, it seemed the one thing Cal needed to do. She loved them as if they were hers and, from the beginning, they truly were.
The shadow government had controlled everything, including love. It wasn't as easy to have as one might imagine. It was always based on the theory that one must derive something from the relationship.
Indeed, Cal did derive something from the relationship with her adopted children. It made it easier to have a relationship 'OUTSIDE' the norm. It was based purely on unconditional love.
Cal and Cat had drawn up papers as had many of their friends. Cat was now officially Cal's sister. It just worked that way and details are unimportant now. We'll discuss it later if the editor gets involved........ as surely he will as he too is a brother and extended part of their adopted family. (HA, wait till he hears that one, as if he didn't bring MyTown to me ..... hahahaha!)
You see in the age of spiritual enlightening, it was found that whole villages could work together to become HOME for those in need. (You'd be surprised, after MyTown, villages began popping up worldwide with MyTown set as an example.)
Color, religion, culture, language were all put aside as the villages began to appear. It was nothing for a group of like minded individuals to become relatives.
Time after time, the habitants of the villages would surprise the world with the generosity they displayed to one another. It was indeed a sight to behold.
Folks became loving and gentle with one another's spirits........ as the basis for all of the villages was communication.
The ideas abounded on the net. There were connections that were indeed a bit 'different' but who's to say it wasn't politically correct? After all, politically correct became obsolete after the fall of the REGIME.
'Politically Correct' had always been an oxymoron, but in the brighter days, it was finally seen as one and put to rest. Education became a thing of the past except when taught gently, with loving care, as it should have been all along.
People that had indeed fallen to the REGIME's plot began to make an appearance in the villages, trying to break through the walls. Most wanted acceptance, but some still clung to old ways and wanted to stir up things.
Once in a while, the 'others' made it inside but were soon recognized and dealt with. The village people had been tolerant, and even giving, until it became apparent that the 'others' could not and would not come around. They still had THAT thing about instigating trouble and competition.
When it happened and the villagers recognized that all people were love worthy, they were sent to the village of the teachers and trainers to be deprogrammed.
Most often, the 'others' came around. That was truly a beautiful thing to behold. The percentages were never counted but more and more, they saw the light and they came back around.
They had been gently taught in a rebirth. No, they weren't thought to be born again. The principles had been truly of the flesh this time. It was a combination of theories based on physical, spiritual and emotional PEACE.
Theories that were from within the children of the world. Theories based on growth unknown in past history. (We still to this day, question the emergence of this growth. It seems to be deep seated in the elders and, once shared, it seems to flow generationally from mother to child.)
The villagers were adamant about PEACE and it has become the norm. It hadn't been easy and the resolve came from 'the few' in the beginning. ......... it grew as time passed and it grows on today as the world blossoms.

The Song Only I Can Hear
by Cal

He plays a song for me
that only I can hear
He touches me inside
and makes it very clear.
He does those special things
that only he can know
He makes my eyes light up,
the mirror to my soul.
He brings that special light
he makes me want to live.
It takes a special man
to touch that place for me
He is that special man
that only he can be.
He is my partner now
he helps me find my way
He sees that part of me
that makes me want to stay.
I want to let him know
the way he makes me feel
I want to tell him so
it is so very real.
I want to give to him
the things he gives to me
The special gift he gives;
the light he sees in me

Till I Met You
by Cal

There was a piece of my heart missing till I met you
Now that place has been filled.
It took position in that vacant space
and it makes me whole.
You were my missing heart piece
You were my happiness waiting.
You were my inner light
When darkness seemed endless.
There was only now till I met you
There is a tomorrow forever with you.
There is hope where only a glimmer lived before
It is a mountain growing bigger every day.
Love was only a word till you believed in me
It NOW is the center of my universe.
It's there for others because of you
It's there for you because of us.
We touched on something bigger than either of us
And when we became 'us' it grew bigger still.
It is growing love and commitment to the higher us
It is the light that makes for unity around the world.
It is caring in ways that others are learning too.
It is much more than I'd ever dreamed.
It is a willing heart and a united spirit that grows bigger
As the light becomes brighter.
You give me much when you give me you.
I give it back and it blossoms still more.
How can I speak of you and express the fullness of me?
It's intertwined in us and where I leave off you begin.
It is much more than I ever dreamed and there is still much more to come.
You are my voice in my humanity, you are my light in my soul.
You are me....... growing into MORE united we are light glowing brighter.
We are the Children of the Universe, We are the future, We Are the light..........
WE ARE PEACE.......

Together We Are As One Thru All Time
10/1/2003
by Cal

What did I know of love before you?
I knew of a child’s innocent love and the love of a few friends.
I only know that I loved you before I met you and I’ll love you till past this lifetime.
You and I may always have a love unconsummated but the depth of it is amazing.
It’s so much more than I ever dreamed.
I feel your presence and I know you’re there. I know one day it will be impossible to
Communicate here and there but it’s ok. I know your ideals, I know your sweet values and Your hard work. I know your charm and I know your heart.
I love you from the heavens of pre-destiny and after, for all of eternity and beyond.
You are my sweet wonderful conscience and soul and the connection only forever can know.
You bring me such sweet loving words in my dreams. You encourage me when I falter and you pick me up when I fall. You are my energy when I am tired and my sleep when my lids close.
You give me hope when I feel hopeless and you give me soft kisses in my dreams.
I give it back to you in the mirror of my heart. The heart is only human but it
contains my ache for you and my joy for us.
You will be my lover of PEACE and the joy reflected in my eyes when I
Meet you in that place after this.
Heaven is made for joint spirits and connected souls…that is where I will wait for you and that is where we will know the love that we were never quite allowed to pursue here.
Now, then, past and forever.
YOU My Love,are my song; my lyrics, my rhythm and my voice.

up, up and away
by Cal

They laid her to rest on a hot Arizona day.
The oldest of the children chuckled.
She could have sworn her mother had blinked.
She knew her mom well and this was not the end.
She had always promised this one (HER OLDEST) she would return
"Ahhhhhh, Ma, please be gentle when you come back, k?"
"No 'Boo' or anything to scare me to death, alright? You promise? "
She looked at her mother's clothes.
No black dress and high heels for her...
She'd gotten her way, her hair all astray and even at this age, only slightly gray
As if it were a right of passage, her mother's hair hung
long and stringy...... scary almost but free of spray, free of gel
FREE like her mom's personality.
Barefoot with toenail polish ...... (OK, so one little thing was establishment) but at her mom's request, she had bought the polish at a used clothes store and it was bright red.....
Her lips were shiny with a bit of gloss - no color. Why now when it never worked in life for her.
Her attire was hippie and she had wonderful flowers adorning her hair. Her face looked soft and even though a wrinkle or two could be seen, there was just a bare touch of make-up to add a little color to the whiteness of death.
She looked happy, her child noticed. She had known it was time and she had gone over without much of a hitch. The only thing she was adamant about was that her children let her go the same.
Yes, it seemed a time for sadness but her oldest wasn't sad. Funny, she was crying but it was for the PEACE her mother wanted and sought all of her life. She knew now it was hers and it made her weep.
She knew her mother had stuck around this long for her and her siblings. After all, ninety two was a ripe old age and at 72, her daughter knew how her Ma felt. She had a full life and NEVER a dull moment .......... but it had been time.
Her Ma always said the natural process was for parents to go first..... and out of respect for the kids she had abided by that rule.
There was no coffin....... unless the cardboard box could be called that. But...... her mother had decorated it herself, unbeknownst to her kids. They found it in storage wrapped in an old blanket she had made years ago.
She had painted daisies on the sides and inside was material bought at a yard sale. It was the most beautiful bed for the occasion one could imagine.
The one last request was that she not be buried. She wanted her ashes strewn across the Pacific Ocean as one could imagine a Pisces might want. (Ok already, so the ole lady had a thing or two going on......... Ha!!! She was, after all, human; or was she?)
Her eldest child looked at the hot air balloon and then her siblings, Oh My God! At our age, she wanted us up in a hot air balloon....... experiencing the freedom of flight one last time with her.
Ok, she brought us into this world, the least we can do is this one last request.
"You two ready?" she looked over at her two best friends and they nodded in unison and smiled.
Up up and away in my beautiful balloon........................
The end, or is it???
Walk Barefoot with Me
by Cal

"May I wear your shoes?" he asked me.
"But why", was my reply?
With a tear in his eye and a quiet sigh he asked me this.
"Do you wear your brother's boxers, the ones he found in your room?"
"Do you have your own, the ones with Batman that say boom?"
"Do you consider yourself weak or is it just a fad?"
"Please wear my shoes," I whispered to my friend.
* * *
Walk barefoot with me in my world, live calmly with me in my life..... seek
Peace as we inhale wonder and love openly till the end.
Hope is on the horizon
and if u hold me gently, we will prevail.
Love to you sweet friend!!!

We Shock and Awed Em!
by Cal

We walked to the crop duster
and he opened up the door.
I stacked the leaflets
High... and Neatly on the floor.
I saw the coppers coming
And I gently hit the ground.
The baby inside kicked me
The new hope we all had found
The coppers called the firemen
And the trucks arrived with sound
There see now a note is tacked
quite securely on the door
It says we shocked and awed em -
Love and Peace forever more.
The dusters all were flying
on the scheduled day at noon
And the people all rejoiced
as we sang a happy tune.

We are such a brilliant bunch
- that's a given - in this land
and if you see a duster
flying low and kickin' sand.
You'll know we're getting restless,
us, the Natives of this land
Let's hoist us up some leaflets
Now it's time for us again
Go stir you up some pilots
for Syria or IRAN.
So off to your place of fun
and talk to those boys that fly
You must have a friend or two
with some mischief in his eye.
Go before they rein us in
and have fun like little boys.

Take lots of papers filled with
info - clutter up that town
Go litter on the sidewalk
take the power from the crown.
That day we shocked and awed em,
the top masters were all mad
We were there to have our way
and WE weren't being bad.
The words said much about the geeks,
the unheard internet crowd
And when the papers hit the streets
then the others too were loud.
We worked, we marched, not seen at all
Til the pilots took that step
(and the bulls they took by the balls. )

Well, that was years ago and the leaflets did the trick
Now, the Bushes are in history like the one called Tricky Dick.


When Will They Awaken
by Cal, 2004

My cyberspace life has become so real
How did it happen and what is the deal?
People from the other place sit and say
You must be lonely, or it's a bad day.
You can't find the 'Real' or things that you need
Come back to this side and deal with REAL greed.
They do not know what we see in our world
There's not much hope, the greedy have a hold.
They murder and kill; we stand and we see
The truth in this form; we fight to be free.
One day when it's late and they finally awaken
Who'll be there to pick up the pieces a shakin'?
Will the ones that see evil and doom in the light
Be at their beck and call when THEY can't sleep at night?
We have chosen the path that only WE see for now
While they are still so shaken by SARs and Mad Cow.
How much will it take and what will they think
When they learn the truth, the writings in INK.
For they've chosen their course and they don't know the cost
For their ignorance ... will one day show what they've lost.
I'm tired now and I'm sure it does show....
My eyes are drooping and my thoughts are slow.
I know the ones that I trust have my back
And when I falter they pick up the slack.

Wishes for our love
by Cal

I want to wake to the sweetness of your presence and to the
Overwhelming desire to press into your being.
I want to love you in the morning when the dew is on the ground.
I long to whisper I love you while you sleep
and know that you hear me when you softly moan my name.
I love knowing you love me when I can’t touch you with my hand.
Only my heart knows because you’ve made me feel precious through
Sweet Expression over time.
I wish for you always my sweet delicious moments of love and longings
I will touch you often and share the gentleness of
Our spirits. I will Soar with you to heights as eagles do.
I will touch you tenderly and I will Hold you next to my heart
and feel yours beat.
Let us swing in our playground and walk to the hilltops. Let us
Share the beauty of nature and behold our union as if it is the
Brightness of a Star.
Gaze with me at the moon as if for the first time….. for it shall be
More luminous than when we viewed it alone
Come; inhale with me the very essence of us. Breathe deeply so as Not to lose the entirety of it for it is US as one.


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