“Man In The Mirror!”

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I would like to recognize and honor Michael Jackson with this post. That man could move me to tears every single time I heard him sing and every single time I saw him move. He cared so much about this planet and about the children and for that he was targeted. I don’t care how much he settled those erroneous lawsuits for and I don’t care what any media hounds printed about him. He was a victim of an abusive father and yet despite that and in defiance of that, he still went on to become the greatest living legend to have ever graced this planet.
That mess that we are forced to listen to on radios and IPods and other listening devices is not worth a farthing. What I wouldn’t give to be able to turn back the hands of time and change the circumstances under which Michael Jackson died. If only I could replay that day over, he would still be with us today, if I had anything to say about it.

I find myself going to YouTube and just watching and listening to the magic that IS Michael. I sit and shed tears whenever I hear “Man In The Mirror.” That song right there speaks volumes. What this world could look like if only each and every one of us looked in the mirror and if we did not like what we see, and most of us do not, confront the evilness in our hearts and fight against it, if we would confront the hatred and ugliness that consumes us and turn that into something positive, what a wonderful world this could be.

Can you just imagine what this world is going to look like in a mere five years from now if we continue down the road we are headed? There will be no bright future for our children and our grandchildren. That is a fact. What we lack is even the basics in humanity 101. We don’t even have the basics down pat to what it means to be ‘human’. How can we even look our children in the eye and say, “This world will be a better place for you when I am gone because I am going to see to it,” when we see to it that it gets more and more fucked up as each day passes. We are not only failing our children, we are failing ourselves. We moan and whine about some unseen forces that are in control of our lives and yet what do we do about things that are within our control? We do nothing but bellyache and complain and hope that some savior will come from who the hell knows where and do the hard part; carve a better future for us all. We are supposed to be doing that.

When was the last time you helped someone? Or saw someone in a store with not enough money to pay for their food and you stepped up and paid the difference? When was the last time you went to a shelter and handed out socks or personal hygiene items to those in need? When was the last time you passed by a homeless person and looked the other way? Consoled your conscience with the thought that, “Well, he probably is just scamming us?” It is so easy to tell ourselves that there is nothing that we can do about anything. For starters, you could visit a nursing home and brighten some sick and elderly person’s day. It does not have to always cost you money to do some good instead of just posting about how bad shit is. We all know this. Yeah, it’s bad, but what are we doing about it? How about we leave our keyboards, let them collect dust and help someone instead of bringing the stories of the downtrodden for us to scroll and peruse, and instead, blog about the fact that you got off your ass and took canned goods to a food shelf and said, “Pass it on! Play it forward!” Blogged about the fact that you ladled soup out at a homeless shelter, and said, “Pass it on! Play it forward!” Blogged about the fact that you cleaned out your closet, found winter coats that you couldn’t wear and donated them, “Now pass it on! Play it forward!” Blogged about the fact that you brightened a child’s day by tutoring him/her and again said, “Pass it on! Play it forward!” There are programs in every city in every state that need volunteers. If we really want to provide a better future for our children and grandchildren, then don’t bother looking to Bernie Sanders to get it done. Don’t bother looking to Hillary Clinton to get it done or Donald Trump. You be the change that makes a difference. No politician is going to ever get it done. We, the people have it within our power to help one person at a time. When will you write about what you have done to help someone as opposed to writing about what you hope some politician will do?

Stand and look in your mirror. You be the ‘man’ in the mirror. Not Bernie Sanders. Not Hillary Clinton. Not Donald Trump. Not Jeb Bush, but YOU! Change can start with YOU and ME! “Pass it on! Play it forward!” Make that change!

The NAACP Ain’t About Shit!

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Talk about egg in the face, the NAACP is plastered with egg. So, those sell-outs were about to give Donald Sterling a Lifetime Achievement Award for racism. The NAACP now embraces racism and slavery, bowing and scraping to “Massa, yes sir.” Yes, Massa, we at the NAACP love you no matter how racist you are. We appreciate the bone that you toss to us and to show our appreciation for that bone, here’s a Lifetime Achievement Award for being a bone-tossing stomp down racist piece of shit that we just love so much because you feed our coffers since our membership drives just don’t pad the pockets of our executives like we want and need them to.

The NAACP is located on Mt. Hope Drive in Baltimore, MD and the city of Baltimore is experiencing, well…read it for yourself.

One in four people in Baltimore, MD live below the poverty line.

Since the NAACP is headquartered in Baltimore, MD, this doesn’t make any sense. Surely the NAACP could have done something about abject poverty in distressed neighborhoods all across Baltimore. Surely?

The U.S. census bureau estimates that 20 percent of Baltimore’s children are impoverished.

So, what has the NAACP been doing to alleviate this? I’ll tell you! Not a goddamn thing because the NAACP has been busy hosting Black Image Awards for the Black whores and slaves in Hollywood, holding them up as a shining example for what those poverty stricken Black folks in Baltimore should strive for.

One in four households in Baltimore, MD receive food stamps.

What has the NAACP done about that? Proceeded to put on another performance for Massa and invite him to receive a Lifetime Achievement Award for racism because that’s how you advance colored people up out of needing food stamps.

83 percent of Baltimore’s children are so poor that they qualify for free or reduced school lunch.

EIGHTY-THREE percent! Where is the NAACP? Is the NAACP really headquartered in Baltimore? Because with these statistics, I wouldn’t want to acknowledge that as fact because that would mean that this agency is not advancing ‘colored people’. Oh, that’s right! It doesn’t have to because people ain’t called ‘colored’ anymore. So, my bad! I guess that absolves the NAACP from doing what it was originally founded to do.

Baltimore, MD is the U.S. heroin capital.

Government agencies estimate that as many as one in 10 of the city’s residents are addicted to the drug.

The U.S. Drug Enforcement Agency says the city has the highest per capita heroin addiction rate in the country. Estimates of the total number of addicts in the city vary, but experts agree it’s staggering.
In a city of 645,000, the Baltimore Department of Health estimates there are 60,000 drug addicts, with as many as 48,000 of them hooked on heroin. A federal report released last month puts the number of heroin addicts alone at 60,000.
The problem in the city is so acute that the federal government has designated Baltimore part of what it calls a High Intensity Drug Trafficking Area.

Huh? For real? But, but, but, the NAACP is there to advance the ‘colored people’. Oh NAACP, Baltimore’s drug addicted could use some advancement all up out of drug addiction. Are you still in business NAACP? Or are you just in the business of handing out Lifetime Achievement Awards to racist slave owners of the NBA? Yep, that would be the NAACP’s agenda.

Lack of bathrooms poses problems for homeless in Baltimore, MD.

Baltimore City officials are looking into whether the city gets its money’s worth in the effort to end homelessness as evidenced by conditions outside City Hall.
The problem is hard to miss at City Hall, where on a bench out front, a man lay sleeping Wednesday morning and the stench coming from the plaza was unmistakable. Human feces lay in plain view.

Here’s an idea. So, why hasn’t the NAACP stepped in and at least provided port-a-pots for the homeless people because everyone needs to use the restroom, homeless or not? With all the corporate money flowing into the coffers of the NAACP to advance ‘colored people’, surely they could come up off some money to help the city with the human feces problem resulting from over 4,000 homeless people in Baltimore on any given night?

In 2009, there were 20,085 occasions on which people were refused shelter in Baltimore City due to lack of space or funds.


Did the NAACP step in with its vast resources and take up the slack? That would be a resounding, “NO!”

Of the sheltered population, 34% were women and almost a third of them had children in the shelters.

Now, this is just absolutely disgraceful! Women with children in shelters and the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People is headquartered on Mt. HOPE Drive doing not a goddamn thing to help! Unfortunately, with what the NAACP stands for these days, it ain’t much HOPE for the people who are fucked up and who are so desperately in need of help while the NAACP is focused on handing out Lifetime Achievement Awards to racist slave owners.

Uh…Cliven Bundy! You’re up next to receive a Lifetime Achievement Award awarded to you for your outstanding record on racist comments that were just taken out of context because what you really meant to say was that you would give these poverty stricken, drug addicted, free lunch eating, food stamp needing, homeless Black folks in Baltimore, MD, a job where they could get back into family oriented way of slave life because THAT’S the life! Here he is, NAACP, National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, Cliven Bundy, awaiting his invitation to come and get his Lifetime Achievement Award from you on a job well done in promoting the ‘advancement’ of colored people who should still be slaves and who quite actually, are!

I lived in Baltimore City for quite a few years and the horrors that I witnessed will never leave me. Baltimore has a majority Black population. The societal ills of that city was just outrageous. The drug epidemic was off the charts as was crime, gang activity, homicides, prostitution, drop-out rates, poverty and homelessness. I could not believe that the NAACP was actually headquartered in that city as there was no evidence that this organization was doing anything at all to attempt to alleviate any of the horrors that disenfranchised Baltimoreans were struggling with. The NAACP has in recent years, been all about status and not about relieving static conditions that are tearing entire communities apart. The organization has pulled away from its roots and is no longer even attempting to put the advancement of the Black person as its number one agenda. The NAACP now stands for The National Association for Corporate Coons. Its new mission statement is, “We bow to our corporate owners and look to pad our coffers from the corporate slave owners who will treat us well as long as we know our place and respectfully do their bidding. We will make it our business to reward slave holders or slave owners, racist as they may be because we need their money. We covet and we covet big time and mere membership dues don’t cut it. To all of our corporate sponsors, thank you Massa sir and let me lick your boots clean for you! It’s an honor and a privilege, bootlicking suck ass house slaves that we are!”

“We at the NAACP are doing our part to alleviate the issues of poverty, racism, disenfranchisement, drug addiction, gang violence, crime, prostitution, homelessness, the school-to-prison pipeline, high school drop-out rates, poverty and hopelessness in Black communities all across America by giving Lifetime Achievement Awards to racist filth! Black inner city youth, grow up so that you can play basketball for this racist filth that earned a Lifetime Achievement Award from the National Association for the Advancement of Corporate Coons. That’s your way out of the ‘hood’. Take Massa’s bone, that’s what we did!”

http://www.journeyhomebaltimore.com/problem/
http://www.wbaltv.com/news/maryland/baltimore-city/baltimore-redoubles-efforts-to-address-homelessness/22240288
http://abcnews.go.com/US/story?id=92699
http://www.businessinsider.com/poverty-in-baltimore-2013-4?op=1
https://www.baltimorebrew.com/2014/01/02/baltimores-jump-in-homicides-in-2013-defies-national-trends/

God Damned America To Hell!

Religion? In America? Hell nah! Because God damned America to hell!

Religion? In America? Hell nah! Because God damned America to hell!

Oh, so, you went to church today and got ‘religion’, did you? Fuck if you did! Ain’t no goddamn religion in these here Divided Snakes of Amurderer because God damned America to hell! You’re a lying piece of filth if you even think that you’ve got an inkling of what religion is all about. You’re fucking clueless because you think that if you bow your head and listen to some stupid ass prayer from some simple ass reverend that you’re good. You ain’t good! In fact, you so ain’t good! Your happy ass is hell bound, motherfucker! You see, you’re just another piece of worthless filth who is trying to pay their way through the pearly gates. Your reverend is a goddamn prostitute and you are the reverend’s John, ‘cause you’re paying him or her for services rendered; the service of assuring your worthless happy ass, a permanent spot in paradise once you blow your last breath out. Haven’t you heard? You can’t ‘buy’ your way into heaven motherfucker, oh no! You either get there on your own merits or you don’t get there at all. You go in the opposite direction. And I’ll save you some dough! You ain’t going to heaven, oh not at all. I don’t care what you do. The reason why you ain’t going to heaven motherfucker, and you know why, but you don’t want to admit to it, is because you’re a sorry, worthless, complacent, apathetic, useless piece of shit that ain’t even worth the dirt underneath your Louis Vuitton shoes and what’s more, you ain’t got a merit to stand on. That ant that you stepped on on your way into your ‘holy’ worshipping palace has a guaranteed spot in God’s holy place, but your ass won’t see it because you’ve already been rejected and don’t even act like you don’t know it.

Nothing can save your worthless ass from the hellfire that your prostitute, the reverend, is going on and on about. Oh that’s right, you’re listening so intently and hanging onto every word because you need that hope that once you’ve paid your tithes and bowed your head and repeated after the good reverend, that that is all you’ve got to do. Hell nah, motherfucker! You see, when was the last time that you gave a shit about anybody or anything other than your own worthless hide? I’ll tellya. On the twelfth of never! You more than likely drove by a homeless mother and child and spit and if you didn’t do that, then you looked the other way. When was the last time you actually gave a damn about the fact that children are hungry and are going to bed in warehouses? When was the last time you cared enough to call a prison warden and ask why are prisoners on hunger strikes? When was the last time you gave a thought to those who are without health insurance especially since you know what it feels like to be sick? When was the last time you told your representative that you were damn sick and tired of wars being started in your name over some bullshit? When have you ever realized that the reason why America is constantly minding some goddamn other country’s business is because you’re driving an SUV next door to the supermarket? Have you ever wondered why America’s military is stationed all around the world? Have you ever checked and found that the U.S. spends more on military useless shit than it does on anything else? Have you never wondered why drones are still raining down on the heads of people in foreign lands if Osama bin Laden is dead? Have you even thought to wonder why America does not want to get out of Afghanistan? Have you wondered why America is knee deep in starting shit in Venezuela? Hell no, you haven’t. You don’t fucking care because you’re just so goddamn religious, that shit just don’t concern you. You’ can’t be bothered because that would mean that you’d have to look up and see that it ain’t all mood lighting and sunbeams shining in your stupid, clueless face. You just might have to actually DO something about all the horrors that you see unfolding before your eyes that you just don’t want to see.

Church and religion is another escape route for you because then you think that by singing some hymns, that you can keep reality at bay. Sing a hymn and shit don’t look grim. Well, it’s grim, motherfucker, exceedingly grim. And what do you think you’re going to do when the bomb falls into your goddamn lap? You gonna sing a hymn? Is that going to stop your foolish ass from being vaporized? Are you gonna pretend that it’s a big ole smartphone and play with it? Probably, since Americans ain’t exactly displaying any God given sense these days. And you want to know why? Again, God damned these divided snakes of Amurderer. So, motherfucker, keep assuming that you even have a clue as to what ‘religion’ is all about when you don’t know a goddamn thing about religion. Keep telling yourself that religion is what’s keeping people from being homeless. If that were the case, then why are there over a million people walking around homeless in America on any given night? Keep telling yourself that religion is what’s keeping people fed. If that were the case, then why are so many children hungry when they get to school in the morning? Keep telling yourself that hospital emergency rooms are there to treat the uninsured sick. Of course you never heard about poor Anna Brown, a poor homeless woman, who died in police custody because she went to the hospital begging for help only to have the police called on her, taken to jail and died promptly on the jailhouse floor from blood clots in her leg. You didn’t hear about that because you were busy getting yourself prostituted into heaven by handing money to the reverend who will make sure that you pay dearly for your guaranteed spot.

You didn’t hear about the children in Iraq who are now orphans thanks to the good ole USofA. You didn’t hear about the civilians in Afghanistan who have been fucked up by the U.S. military, killed and had their body parts cut off and exhibited for trophies. You were busy getting prostituted into heaven. You didn’t hear about the drones that have been raining down on innocent heads in Pakistan, Yemen and Somalia because you’re just too religious to pay attention! You can’t be bothered by that piddling little shit. What’s that got to do with you? It’s got everything to do with you because it’s done in your goddamn name and what’s done in your name is going to register on YOU motherfucker on judgment day. So, if you think that you are religious, you’d better hop to waking the fuck up, opening your motherfucking eyes and saying, “woe motherfuckers, the shit stops now because I’m religious, SEE and I want my happy ass to get into paradise, I’ve paid enough for it!”

Yes indeed, God damned America and don’t even think that I am going to pretty any goddamn thing up anymore. The time for me to post poems about posies of pansies is long fucking gone, so if you think that you’re going to bring your happy ass in here and read some feel good shit, too fucking bad. It SO ain’t gonna happen. If you can’t handle fire, then stay the hell outta this goddamn kitchen, cause it’s smokin’ in here, SEE! You know about fucking religion, my ass!

Are You Ready?

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The ink in my pen is dammed for sure,
when inspiration no longer flows
and invading thoughts are not at all clear,
what light once beheld in darkness now folds.

Despair abounds amidst nightmares of pain.
The droughts of passions wreak only bitterness.
And the thoughts I had for a better world,
are never to be known in the face of such wickedness.

Fear what will come when the sun turns shy.
And the roses of the earth will blush no more.
Purity and faith have no place here,
as man never knew just what he killed for.

No help for a child who is born without chance
to survive in a world that’s been damned to hell.
The sins of man hath destroyed his home,
and the only sound is a tolling death knell.

Though we will regret what was torn asunder,
twill be too late to relieve our plight.
For the day of reckoning will soon be upon us,
and no path out of darkness will lead into light.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Are you ready for mass starvation? Are you ready for riots in the streets? Are you ready to join the homeless? Are you ready for what’s coming?

I have never been one to harbinger bad news on a global scale or pounce on any made-up omens of events yet to unfold, but I sense an approaching storm, an impending doom and although I was not one who went out and purchased duct tape when the Homeland Terrorize the U.S. Security Agency told us that those awful gummint sponsored terrorists were coming and to keep our battery operated portable radios on to receive the latest terror alert threat, that did not worry me. However, things just ain’t looking good, not at all. I have come to a point where I have just run clean out of hope and though I wrote on another post about the fact that my pen has run dry, it actually has. https://shelbycourtland.wordpress.com/2014/01/31/i-heave-a-sigh/

When a person who writes from the heart, feels a drying up of energy, there is something to that. I can honestly say that for the first time in my life, I feel that there is absolutely nothing more that I can say that I haven’t already said. I took a look back through my own archives and I’ve covered it all. I’ve written extensively on homelessness, on poverty, on injustice everywhere, on the plight of the indigenous peoples, on the plight of those who are locked-up in for profit prisons, I have penned poem after poem about the need for action as opposed to apathy and complacency. I have moaned and groaned and displayed anger and hopelessness and helplessness and frustration and I have come to the realization that I am drained and dust is thickly settling on my poet’s pen.

Another blogger who is a poet felt the same way and he pretty much let us know that he’s also drained. And I know exactly how he feels. He is another one who feels and feels deeply and he has put down, for the moment, his poet’s pen.

I take heed of this as there is not many who can feel and channel the energy or who can feel when that energy is gone; that which gives us hope and keeps us going. When it no longer flows like the river, we heave a sigh and we droop. I am drooping. I feel a drain, a tug downward, a diminishing of energy. Is it temporary, I don’t think so and I cannot force that which will not come. I don’t write just for the sake of writing. I write because I have something to say. If there is nothing coming from my center of energy, it is because something so profoundly depressing has taken root and has repressed the flow of positive energy and any need I had of holding on to hope and has therefore, drained my pen.

Call me a pessimist, but I call myself, a realist with eyes wide open!

A Planet Dies!

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Demonic possession
Phallic obsession
Occult inference
Dark deference
Masters over slaves
Crooks and knaves
Rituals of sacrifice
lust and avarice.

The powerful wield
Upon a fertile field
Swords and scythes
As freedom writhes
when humanity cries
A planet dies.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

This just came to me as I was discussing so-called ‘secret societies’ that are hell bent on using their massive wealth and power to destroy humanity as they crave more and more wealth and power. There has been talk of their Satanic rituals as apparently ‘Satan’ has been perceived as their ‘god’. Their ‘god’ is wealth/power.

One thing that they don’t have that many of us do is empathy. If we can but channel that empathetic nature that we share and spread it and continue to ignite it, we may stand a chance. But we are fast running out of time and there are those who cannot lift a weakened finger as they are far too weary. Call me a fool, but I believe that there are those of you out there who cannot stand what is going on. You give a damn that people are homeless and hungry and jobless and you know that the evil motherfuckers of this world will never give a goddamn about their plight.

I have written on this to the point where my fingers have actually developed a cramp and I have had to pry them apart, but I will NOT give up! There are emerging signs that people are getting fed up, everywhere! Let us hope that we ALL get fed up to the point where we form our own society and it will be no ‘secret’ that we are HUMAN and that our society is called ‘humanity’!

Calm These Troubled Waters!

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Where is Moses when we need him?
If he could but part the sea again
and calm these troubled waters,
thus freeing the tortured soul of man.

Oh, mine eyes have seen the pain
and felt the suffering of the poor.
No Promised Land for them,
just an endless, barren shore.

Oh Lord, look upon your servant
and give sustenance tonight.
Heal the sick and feed the hungry.
Set the many wrongs to right.

Throw the moneychangers out.
And give the widow back her mite.
Judge the wicked and the heathens,
may they never see your light.

Not a religious being am I,
And though I sin and come up short,
The devil owns the rich,
So let Hell be their resort.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

I don’t even want to hear it PEOPLE!! I have tried everything!

So, I call upon the Lord to hear my plea! Intervene and deliver us from the evils of capitalism, greed, vice, corruption, fracking, filthy water, Monsanto, politicians, disease and a world in chaos! Amen!

Oh Dear President Obama!

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Oh dear President Obama, I cannot thank you for that speech.
I’m hungry as can be and a home is out of reach.

Oh dear President Obama, that speech is getting old.
While you lie and make shit up, I’m out here in the cold.

Oh dear President Obama, didn’t you say we’d get a break.
Benefits are cut and the poor got no fair shake.

Oh dear President Obama, you said I need to work real hard.
But those who have no job, you and congress disregard.

Oh dear President Obama, my school was closed last year.
So flipping endless burgers will be my new career.

Oh dear President Obama, have you closed Guantanamo?
And how many foreign leaders do you plan to overthrow?

Oh dear President Obama, the military’s budget wasn’t cut.
The powers of the NSA, you didn’t really gut.

Oh dear President Obama, why did Wall Street get a pass?
You looked the other way when they fucked the underclass.

Oh dear President Obama, about that war on drugs?
Turkeys all get pardons while inmates just get shrugs.

Oh dear President Obama, you should think before you speak.
We see right through your lies, so go practice your technique.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

…and no, I did not look at the SOTU because I refuse to listen to more lies. I read the text of the speech and of course, business as usual. Blah, blah, blah, blah.
“Work hard Americans, get an education, congress cares about you TONIGHT since we’re all here. Let me be clear, I am here to help you through these good times that we are having. The jobless rate is the lowest it’s been in years, businesses are hiring, and I am foaming at the mouth from lying, so please excuse me a minute. Joe, get me a big handkerchief, a really, really BIG handkerchief. And let’s continue to fund our military might all around the world. We’re ‘peacekeepers’ ya know!”

Well, that’s MY take!

What Will It Take?

When times have gotten tough,
words just aren’t enough.

And when congress spits on you,
what if anything, will you do?

If you’re unemployed and old,
you are lazy, so you’re told.

If you’re hungry and you’re weak,
they say, you’re on a losing streak.

If the best that you can do, doesn’t land you on your feet,
the next step that you take will be out onto the street.

When the ones who represent you are well fed and doing fine,
they’re pissing on your children and you still won’t draw the line.

They always make it seem as though your plight is all your fault.
And you just close your ears and starve and keep taking their assault.

When will you learn that things won’t change if you just wish them all away?
Will you ever figure out that hard times are here to stay?

No, words are not enough and though you hold onto hope,
our future looks too bleak for most of us to cope.

What will it take to stir you up and get you all to see,
that those who make the rules will never care about you and me?

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

As I continue to ask the same questions relative to what is the American populace going to do about the fact that extreme poverty and hard times are the new norm thanks to their congressional ‘representatives’ pissing on them while insisting that it is merely raining, the American electorate is either in a catatonic state or in a comatose state. In the face of overwhelming poverty that is being inflicted upon millions of Americans, there is not a peep, not even a feeble cry from the afflicted, the affected and the impacted.

Yes, I know that America is the pill popping capitol of the world so that would account for the catatonic state of many and since the general consensus is that many are brain dead, then that would also, account for what’s left to be in a comatose state. So, never mind then, carry on!

Turned Back!

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I’d moved on to greener pastures and thought to leave my cares behind,

but the homeless and the sick, I cannot wipe them from my mind.

 

They moved in with me, stared me down and staked their claim.

I sought to turn my back on them. Oh God, to know such shame!

 

A royal flush, I did receive and with lady luck in tow,

how could there be no thought that what I reap so shall I sow.

 

Fortunes come and fortunes go and blessings in abundance,

and if I am not careful, I could soon get my comeuppance.

 

There are those who have no voice and would like for me to speak.

Am I then to turn my back and forget the poor and weak?

 

I so tried not to care; but I must find a way,

to get my act together and to not sit out this play.

 

I am but one and don’t I know that there is much to do.

I need my friends to help me. I need each one of you!

 

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

How many times I have tried to stop, to let it go, to try NOT to care, to be so busy that I have no time to concern myself and still I must continue, I must care! From time to time, I will still post that which will come, that which MUST come. The haunted that I have seen, they will NOT be denied! They cry out for a voice and so I must speak!

Frustrated!

Frustrated24Many times I have wanted to call it quits with regards to doing this ‘blogging’ thing and many times I have decided to forge ahead, to continue. Even though, like many, frustration kicks in because you put so much effort in before you click that ‘publish’ button. Some will get a few ‘likes’ and maybe even a comment or two and you think to yourself, “why did I go through all of the effort to research, to type and to find relevant images to display?” “Why has no one enjoyed the epiphany that I have experienced? Don’t they see what I see and if they do, then why have they not acted upon it? I’ve given them all the data they need in which to do what needs to be done.” Now, therein lies the problem. Do what? What can they do? What am I doing? I have been over this forwards, backwards, sideways, upside and down and there is just nothing that can be done to solve a multitude of the problems and issues that many face on a daily basis.

There will be no savior to sort this out for us. There will be no one person who will stand above the crowd and ‘fix it’. There will be no second coming of Christ, for those of you who believe in the first coming of Christ. We go on each day until there is no ‘next’ day. We open our eyes. We get out of bed and we do what we have to do to survive. This has been going on for centuries and it will continue until either we fuck this planet up to the point where it expels us all or we drop dead. GMO foods may kill us, a drone may kill us, or a vehicle accident may kill us, but either way, we will be just as dead. There is no way that we can fight every single battle there is. We are human and we are weak and fallible and the human body is going to seek sustenance over spirituality when push comes to shove. We can think that we have all the inherent goodness in the world, but if it came down to sacrificing ourselves in some way(I don’t know quite how) for the good of the many, what would you do? What sacrifice is worth it? What would be the point? What would change? History has shown us that even those who are held in high esteem, the ones who are in the history books for effecting change, what good did it do them? They sacrificed themselves to make people aware of the suffering and injustices perpetrated on others and look at where we are now? Not just here in America, but all over the world. What good did it do for the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., to step out of his comfort zone and get assassinated for his efforts when the Supreme Court just dealt a blow to all that he and others marched and protested, got arrested and brutalized for? What good does it do to quote Gandhi? What good does it do to quote Mother Teresa? What good does it do to quote Malcolm X? George Orwell? Or any other ‘visionaries’ who tried to warn us of where we were headed.

Yes, some people have awakened, took a look around and said, “we’re fucked!” But what else can they do? If they have not the money to build affordable homes for the poor, if they have not the money to purchase land to grow food for the hungry, if they have not the money to pay the medical bills of the uninsured or money to simply put to good use and help as opposed to aiding in destruction, then there is nothing that they can do except to try to not contribute to the problem. There are so many so-called faith based charities that are nothing more than tax exempt corporations who are not helping the poor, they are not mitigating the consequences resulting from a lack of housing, food and health care. They are in the business of lining their pockets with one hand and preaching bullshit on the other. It is hypocrisy. That is all I see when I look around, hypocrisy in the guise of charities and government officials who grandstand to win votes and then disregard their constituents needs and instead, sell themselves to the highest corporate bidder for their own selfish agenda. Self is another key word of today. Selfish, self-fulfillment, self-serving, self-centered, self indulgent, self-satisfying, self, self and self. It is all about ME, well isn’t it? If not, who is it about? Is it about YOU? What can I do for you? What can you do for me? You scratch my back and I will scratch yours. That is the mindset of today.

Why do you think that when the holidays approach, people will gladly line up and stand in freezing, below average temperatures and trample each other over what is considered to be an unbeatable bargain? Why are they like that? Why is it that they can somehow find the time to pitch a tent for a week or more in a store parking lot to grab that huge TV, but when it comes to lining up to protest against homelessness, hunger, lack of medical care, there are a few stragglers wandering around with signs while people pass by them in vehicles yelling at them to “get a job!?” No one yells at those who are lined up to buy the latest Apple product to, “get a job!” The emphasis is placed on materialism to the exclusion of all else. If you don’t have it, you’re a loser. There are going to be winners, but there are going to be so many more losers and the winners have the microphone. The winners own the papers, the media and they feed us Kim Kardashian and Justin Bieber and Rihanna and we eat it up. When Kate Middleton or Michele Obama struts an outfit, there is a stampede to purchase said outfit. That is what is important? No, but it is to those who have been programmed by the people who control the media and who shove down their throat what is important.

So, just because we have not joined forces and somehow stopped a world takeover does not mean that all of us are simply sitting around awaiting the latest chapter on Tim Tebow, it is just that we are all limited in what we can do. I can volunteer. I can advocate on behalf of those who are suffering. I can even sometimes help house a homeless person. I can continue to keep the issues in the forefront. It does not matter if I never get a ‘like’ or a following. If I am talking to myself, so be it. The fact that I am sharing my thoughts, sharing what is important to me, sharing my frustration at the status quo may be all that I can do because I see no other way to get my two cents in, but I will not point the finger at another and say, “you are not doing enough.” I know not what they are dealing with and so I will concentrate on what I am dealing with and hope that I can somehow find it in me to help someone else, even if it is only one person. I cannot change the world. I can only say to the world, “we’re fucked!”