Writings And Other Manifestations of My Mind

And having come to terms
with your body's intelligence,
your heart waxed obedient
to the authority of its agency.
The law of supply provided confirmation,
that of forgiveness infused you 
with self-confidence,
and your soul got happy
one more time.
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When you sing soul anthems, pop songs, jazz standards
Dorsey and Puccini to an arethafied completion
Your presentation of each offering 
Rates among the best of the best sounds ever uttered 
By a journey agent of the vocalizing kind
What joyful noise touches me up
What sanctified sweetness of tonality 
Restores the imbalance between 
My ego and nonphysical true self 
I say "YES!" To the spiritual nurturance thereof
Knowing that each self-dividing 
Go up, go down, go here, go there, go yes, go no
Was an overture to the unfolding of my destiny
And having these two aspects in balance again
I acknowledge with everything I feel in me
That moving with the spirit
Is the surest way to navigate life's episodes
Of learning/unlearning/relearning/forgiving  
While the blood still runs warm in my veins    
I won't forget your sweeter than sweet notes, which are heard
With the heart, not the ears
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Ciao Lawrence!
You understood the meaning of Inter Alia.
Thanks for the feedback one more time, and
      thanks for the example of your courage:—
      still open to the sinister currents of these days,
      seeking a farther star, embracing the unknown,
      becoming more you as you approach
      the twilight passage back to from where we all came
      when we first got here.
Your Benin visage/presence, 
      like that of il padrone or a trickster,
      resides on the altar of my heart.
Someday we'll meet again and resume poetic exchanges
      in the key of brotherhood,
      offering cryptic attitude galore evermore.
Ciao fratellino!
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A review of Bob McNeil’s big little book

Bob, thank you for this collection of essays, illustrations, poems, and short stories. They are a timely antidote to the widespread lack of compassion, here, there, and everywhere, in these United States of America. I am afraid the nightmare to which Stevie Wonder alluded in his 1970 recording titled “Never Had a Dream Come True”, has become real life. Since the COVID-19 epidemic and the January 6, 2021 uprising in the District of Columbia, the American democratic promise has gone undeniably and indisputably belly-up.

Compassion is in need of compassion today. The exercise of laws in the Nation that once safeguarded our human rights—and protected us from the malfeasance of overzealous governmental officials—are routinely flouted in the twenty-fifth year of the Twenty-first Century. The calamities that every citizen faces here and now, threaten to turn the world upside down in a way that defies comprehension. The haves (rich, powerful individuals) are valorized, and their wealth is highly praised. The have nots (poor and less fortunate individuals) are criminalized. They are treated like alien undesirables, although their lot in this collapsing American Empire is not entirely their own fault. They are not fully responsible for their misfortune, and the rest of we the people are likewise not responsible for what is happening to us, as a result of the Nation’s decline. Today, wealth is a social and political requirement; might is right generally speaking; and that much sought after mean green still is God Almighty and the national religion. Love, brotherhood, sisterhood, and the fragility and preciousness of human life seemingly are irrelevant ideals in the New Millennium.

The beauty and power of your little big book inspires hope in me. It is good medicine; one that alleviates the particular spiritual darkness and psychological pain produced by these hardhearted and uncertain present times. Each essay, illustration, poem, and short story brings to mind the vision that defined the optimistic, breakaway years of our youth: those gone days when advocating for peace, love, and harmony across the Nation was the zeitgeist, during the 60s and 70s. Each skillfully written offering is a testament of love; a paean to the ideals of brotherhood, sisterhood, the emotionally responsive heart, and to breathing in and breathing out. Compositions On Compassion And Other Emotions is a welcomed verbal and graphic expression that indicates you are one of the diehard standard bearers of the love/compassion persuasion.

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His name is my name
a brown, yellow, green, white
symbol of luck
that grows everywhere
on Planet Mother Earth

While traveling
in places and spaces sign-posted by my father
his father and his father
before him
I walked receptively into each hereditary experience
with ears perked and eyes wide open

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Everything must change: 
the young become the old, mysteries do unfold
No system, no ideology
no nation
no human being, and nothing lasts forever 
Change and change and change is the essence of life
Without change there is no life.
How do I know?
 I look inside myself and see
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Il mio fratellino, dove stai?
Non ti posso vedere...eccoti!                                                   
Ti mi ha dato tanta gioia
Voglio gridare il tuo nome
Si tradire il mio segreto
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Yes, Trayvon Martin was convicted for his own murder
No, he did not have a jury of his peers
Yes, there is a pattern of murdering 
       African descendant males since the day before yesterday
No, racism in the United States is not a thing of the past
Yes, he was convicted by the criminal injustice system
Yes, the lives of all hyphenated folks, womenfolk, differently abled folks,
      differently sexualized folks, and the poor folks 
      of every ethnicity in the salad bowl don't matter  
Yes, Malcolm X and the other rainbow elders
      were right—
Thank goodness for Shahid King Bolsen!
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It happens again 
this feeling of hopefulness
that they will respond
in the key of partnership
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