I am posting on the run, I love this precious “Feel The Peace” video. I am feeling in and as a matter of fact, I am feeling it so much that I need to re-post what I posted on brodda Barn’s Blog.
“On this blessed day I am wishing everyone here: The HEARTS of family and friends. … I wish for more LOVE & JOY in those hearts and PEACE in dem souls during these blessed days to come. …. Thank you so much to ONE and ALL! Special wishes to the Anderson Family; Coppola family!!
I felt the peace looking at Dexter, he was very sleepy. It is healthy to slow down and just look around you. No place better to do that than California, the most beautiful state I’ve lived in so far.
Cant wait to come back and see you all. It’s funny, I am homesick for LA while I am “home” in NJ. I spoke with Kate about this briefly, she says LA is my home now. Am I an Angelino finally? Maybe.
Like Jim Morrison put it…”Livin in a Hollywood bungalo.” Yes Northrop. You are an Angelino now, but it comes with a perk. You get to keep your NJ citizenship. Kinda like how the Nation of Isreal works it. Now we have a situation though. Your on the “Everyone Boat”. So…Where is your home? EVERYWHERE!
Be well,
If I were capable of riding the (golden) rails; that’s what I’d do. Family and ALL! Call me, Citizen Hobo & his family. Why? There is beauty EVERYWHERE! Brodda, be so right! We’re in the ole’ man’s Everyone Boat, I state this with much pride.
Every place has its pros and cons – And so…with all that I wondered, the insightful comments that I have read, and thanks to my fellow New Jerseyan as well as my fellow Everyone Boaters, I need to thank you and share this poem entitled,
I Am Waiting
Primary source: Lawrence Ferlinghetti, “I Am Waiting,” poem, 1958.
Caption: One of the beat poets, Ferlinghetti captures an alternative perspective on life in postwar America in this poem.
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting
for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder. . .
and I am waiting
for them to prove
that God is really American
and I am seriously waiting
for Billy Graham and Elvis Presley
to exchange roles seriously
and I am waiting
to see God on television
piped onto church altars
if only they can find
the right channel
to tune in on. . .
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder. . .
and I am waiting
for the human crowd
to wander off a cliff somewhere
clutching its atomic umbrella. . .
and I am waiting
for a reconstructed Mayflower
to reach America
with its picture story and tv rights
sold in advance to the natives . . .
and I am waiting
for Ole Man River
to just stop rolling along
past the country club
and I am waiting
for the deepest South
to just stop Reconstructing itself
in its own image
and I am waiting
for a sweet desegregated chariot
to swing low. . .
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder. . .
December 25th, 2008 at 12:41 pm
I am posting on the run, I love this precious “Feel The Peace” video. I am feeling in and as a matter of fact, I am feeling it so much that I need to re-post what I posted on brodda Barn’s Blog.
“On this blessed day I am wishing everyone here: The HEARTS of family and friends. … I wish for more LOVE & JOY in those hearts and PEACE in dem souls during these blessed days to come. …. Thank you so much to ONE and ALL! Special wishes to the Anderson Family; Coppola family!!
December 25th, 2008 at 1:38 pm
All my best to all…
December 25th, 2008 at 4:32 pm
Peace and Joy is the greatest gift one can get.
J-Jesus O-Others & Y-You….
Joy to the World….and a Peaceful child…
December 29th, 2008 at 8:58 am
WOW! You have roses blooming outside at Christmas- No wonder Willy prefers to stay in LA. All the beautiful roses. Peace back at ya’ll.
December 29th, 2008 at 10:51 am
I felt the peace looking at Dexter, he was very sleepy. It is healthy to slow down and just look around you. No place better to do that than California, the most beautiful state I’ve lived in so far.
Cant wait to come back and see you all. It’s funny, I am homesick for LA while I am “home” in NJ. I spoke with Kate about this briefly, she says LA is my home now. Am I an Angelino finally? Maybe.
December 29th, 2008 at 12:15 pm
Like Jim Morrison put it…”Livin in a Hollywood bungalo.” Yes Northrop. You are an Angelino now, but it comes with a perk. You get to keep your NJ citizenship. Kinda like how the Nation of Isreal works it. Now we have a situation though. Your on the “Everyone Boat”. So…Where is your home? EVERYWHERE!
Be well,
December 30th, 2008 at 9:53 am
If I were capable of riding the (golden) rails; that’s what I’d do. Family and ALL! Call me, Citizen Hobo & his family. Why? There is beauty EVERYWHERE! Brodda, be so right! We’re in the ole’ man’s Everyone Boat, I state this with much pride.
Every place has its pros and cons – And so…with all that I wondered, the insightful comments that I have read, and thanks to my fellow New Jerseyan as well as my fellow Everyone Boaters, I need to thank you and share this poem entitled,
I Am Waiting
Primary source: Lawrence Ferlinghetti, “I Am Waiting,” poem, 1958.
Caption: One of the beat poets, Ferlinghetti captures an alternative perspective on life in postwar America in this poem.
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting
for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder. . .
and I am waiting
for them to prove
that God is really American
and I am seriously waiting
for Billy Graham and Elvis Presley
to exchange roles seriously
and I am waiting
to see God on television
piped onto church altars
if only they can find
the right channel
to tune in on. . .
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder. . .
and I am waiting
for the human crowd
to wander off a cliff somewhere
clutching its atomic umbrella. . .
and I am waiting
for a reconstructed Mayflower
to reach America
with its picture story and tv rights
sold in advance to the natives . . .
and I am waiting
for Ole Man River
to just stop rolling along
past the country club
and I am waiting
for the deepest South
to just stop Reconstructing itself
in its own image
and I am waiting
for a sweet desegregated chariot
to swing low. . .
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder. . .