I miss thedance studio at MBC.

 Here is a prayer that Robin Robert’s mother told her to say as she walked out the door each day,  “The light of Gods surrounds me, the love of God enfolds me, the power of God protects me. the presence of God protects me.  Wherever I am, God is.”

I Am You

It’s just someone who woke up for the first time in their lives.  It’s someone who needed a place in their world view to put the homeless. It’s a story of an “incident” that happened to a mother and daughter on their way to the next thing.  They experienced a bump in the road, but they will not go back and repave the road.

When I was 25, I was homeless.  I had not money, no income.  I went to many, many of my friends and asked them if I could stay with them temporarily.  They all said “no”.  Some went on to list all the times they had needed help from me, but I had been unavailable to them.  They listed other reasons.  It kind of brought me down.  Still brings me down. Like the blues song, “nobody knows you when you’re down and out.”

it’s not about being homeless.  it’s about conscious versus unconscious.  It’s simple, but not easy.  Without years and years of discipline, one can not empathize with people who are suffering.  One can understand them.  One can pity them.  But, one is missing that sudden, uninvited pang of sorrow at the state of Man.  We don’t cry enough for others.  It seems like we’re crying for no reason, because we are used to only crying for ourselves, or, for our internal turmoil as witnessing the injustice that our very existence implies.  It’s true of everyone, all of us.  This is no judgement on my part.  I am far from any such lofty state. But I thank God every day that at least I have seen the error of my ways, and have dedicated myself to walking the Straight Street..  And I cling to a belief that has both suffering and redemption at its core, because only this kind of faith makes sense to me.  Philosophies, theories, agnostics, atheists – all these ball up into a giant “brood ball” for me. But a daily devotion to witnessing the suffering, combined with the ability to forgive everyone, including myself, for just being human, fallible – that’s my faith.

Live long and prosper.

строго сердце
-kameron cole, для Джессика, Майами-Бич, 2102

строго сердце
слушаю
через душий стена
плотной ткани спины
послушю
послушю на такт

лицо мое я нажатия против это тугие, плоские, горячей поверхностьб
который бить через барабан кожей
барабан барабан барабан барабан
б-барабан б барабан барабан

иногда не регулярный
иногда оплошаеш
падаеш

Устойчивый
Я постоянный
Я на спине
с сердце постоянным
слушаю
послушю

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strong heart
-kameron cole, miami beach, 2012, to Jessica

Strong heart
I am listening
through the spirit wall
the tightly woven back
I follow
I follow the beat.

my face I press against that taut hot flat surface
that beats through drum skin
drum-drum, drum-drum
d-drum, d-d-drum

sometimes not regular
sometimes you misstep
sometimes you fall

steady.
I am steady.
I am at your back
with a steady heart
I am listening
I am following.

Black Friday. Love is for Strangers.

Here in South Beach, the day after the day we give thanks, we see the destitute out in droves. ok. not droves. who would the drover be? they trickle out.

but you see them, when you don’t, normally. on the days of normal commerce, the destitute are invisible, or, at least, covered up. with scents or lozenges.

I chose “the destitute” instead of “the poor”. the poor are all at Wal-Mart, shopping. many poor people will come home today with a plasma TV – for themselves – along with Christmas presents for pretty-much-everybody-on-the-list.

the homeless are in their homes – either the missions, if they can pass the drug test, or at their “homes” – their “spots”, under overpasses, or, in underpasses, they have likely set up grand banquets, assembled from Man’s edible debris.

“Man” is the term scientists use to refer to a race of Titans – former mythological gods, from self-fulfilling mythologies, who will be imprisoned someday, if the true Gods can win the battle. For now, Man rules the earth.

“the Man” the Man’s enforcer. also, an oligarchy, the Man represents and enforces rules – actually, not rules, per se – rather, “logic”, a system invented by Plato. only sheep respect the Man.

goats respect “Big Brother”. a big brother is cool enough to be you buddy, but, has this cool feature of money – being abel to pay for shit! the best of both worlds are contained in one imaginary being. imaginary because he is not your brother. he is the Man, in fleshly form, one that calms you and allows you to put your total trust in him. but, he is the Man. he is not a Buddhist – he “used to be”. he does not take copious LSD – “he did at one time”. these were small sacrifices to make, in Big Brother’s training, his grooming, for the position of the Son of Man.

And he can change color: Black, White (Black was added). he’s learning Spanish.

back to the streets. Black Friday sales include Fly Swatters at SoBe Mart on Washington.

the destitute. a 100-year-old woman, with skin that is almost completely wrinkled. 97%. leaving only millions tiny isosceles triangle skin surfaces, where subcutaneous fat remains stored. blackened skin and teeth. a beach-street monster of the rat family, Muridae Rattus Washingtonia, she lay since 4 a.m. prone on the warm red asphalt sidewalk, at the edge of the curb. her mouth next to a patch of vomit, and a Walgreens baggies filled with food remnants, for disposal. the sun was warm.

the destitute are these men. they are feral. turned out by all women, presumably first by their mothers, they wander in black tank-tops, camo shorts, and pretty amazing running shoes. they will never be with a woman. ever. they are destitute. they wander. searching for a woman to love them. but love. it has become so strange. for strangers only.

Hit squad of Navy Seals to take out Osama bin Laden. Now, a drone squadron to take out Alwaki, and American citizen. No trial. No pilot. Send a robot to murder an American citizen. Creepy. Weird.

In case you forgot, it doesn’t matter what you think of the guy. If you are born in America, you’re an American citizen, protected by the Constitution and guaranteed the right to a speedy trial by a jury of your peers. How would you like a new amendment to the Constitution to read “or be just killed outright by faceless robot planes”?