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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Apparently, According To Miz Write, I'ma "Beautiful Blogger"



Psssst... See that black and white emblem to the left? It's pretty fly, isn't it?

Miz Write, a most lovely Sista of The Pen who scribes a mean blog here, recently presented this page with the most prestigeous "Beautiful Blogger Award!"

(Applaud me! I'll wait. Applaud me, dammit!)

Seriously though, coming from a writer/blogger/spirit that I personally admire, this honor leaves me feeling both thrilled and humbled. Thank you so very much, my Sista-Friend.

In addition to the Award itself, each recipient was then asked to reveal why they write or blog, and basically what purpose it serves for us personally.

This, for me, is a heavy question with many multi-layered answers, but I'll spare you my elongated version for the sake of brevity and simply tell you this:

In an often intense and crazy world, I choose to write in an effort to remain sane. I write because my heart is a singer of many strange, beautiful, perverse, alarming and sensual tunes, thus, I sing out in the written form to clarify this rush, this cacophony of emotions. I write to process, to purge, and funnel out feelings. I write in an effort to solve the zen arguments being waged inside my head. I write, because it's better than being sent to prison for going off on someone, or several someones when I'm frustrated, pissed or angry. I write because my inner poet is much more expressive and far more civil than my all-too-human tongue. I write because it's the most socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.

Most of all, I write because I HAVE to... as it gives further proof of my earthly existence, and my beauteously flawed humanity. By doing so, in some way, I feel as if I've mattered.

That's it. And trust... that's not ALL... but that's certainly the gist of it.


Thanks again, Mz. Write!


One Love.


Lin

Friday, April 23, 2010

About Art, Artists And Integrity...



The following piece is an essay of sorts, created by this writer, with several quotes attributed to their original authors. It is not my intent to take, steal or profit from the hearts, intellects, and spirits of others.

I hope you will read it, especially if you are a starving, budding, or even a successful creative artist.~ L.M. Ross

"I am for integrity, if only because life is very short and truth is hard to come by." ~Kermit Eby

What is the purpose of Art and True Artists? Is it not to be a vessel, a conduit of the truth inherent in human nature... and to reveal its glorious beauty and the ugliness of its underbelly, too?

From a very early age (seven), the creative arts have been my rescue, my best friend, and my salvation. It began with turning observations and internal sensations into rhyme schemes penned well enough to be called a Poet... then this morphed into other forms of expression: a Portrait Artist, Photographer, Lyricist, Short Story Writer... and finally, Novelist.

The great poet Langston Hughes called people like myself: "Genuis Children."

Please, don't get it twisted! I wouldn't dare go so far as to claim I possess any stroke of genius. WE are all stars, and my star has existed without even a miniscule inkling of self-important brilliance.

I was, however, always that different kid... you know, the wierdo, a little too mature for cartoons and comic books, and a tad too cerebral for childhood games. Always happiest or at least more content to find other ways of expression, I sought to create a world all my own.

Truthfully, I'm not sure I was ever cut out to do or be anything else, other than to be creative.

As Creatives, I believe this becomes our calling. It is what keeps us alive and breathing air. And we breathe out loud... with either our esoteric voices, or our observant eyes, with our communicative bodies, or our brazen brushes, with our curious minds, or with our miraculous pens. We breathe and we lean into the winds of Truth. That truth is all the things we as human beings are. It is ineffably beautiful and radiantly mysterious. It is hauntingly hopeful and precariously pessimistic. It can be pleasingly sensual... or hideously ugly. What we do is primarily speak the truth, lead with truth, and we continue to push those staid white envelopes in order to convey a core message of some essential Truth. This is the essence of Real Artistry. This is the path, the promise, and the purpose of what true artists seek to convey.

I'd like to think that people who are artists are placed here by God to narrate human existence; and then to make some divine sense of it.

This is probably His way of channeling His Voice, His Vision, His Hope and His Dream for us as a society.

Or maybe it is His way of playing a very cruel joke on us.

In a more perfect world, I would like to believe, that as artists, we are men and women of honor. Of course, sadly, that is not always the case. Dishonor runs rampant in the world and in the arts.

This ramble is really about putting one's life, experience, mind, heart, soul, blood, sweat, tears, years, and faith into the oiginal creation of a thing, and then for its creator to be cheated, taken, stolen from... by who who poseeses great hubris. but who lacks a soul...

"Count no day lost in which you waited your turn, took only your share and sought advantage over no one." ~ Robert Brault


Still, we endeavor to stand strong, tall and fearless in the face of philostines and narrow-mindedness, haters and ignorance, and most of all those steely, unfeeling monsters of greed and avarice that seek to stand in our way.

"Integrity has no need of rules." ~Albert Camus


I have known my share of teachers and innovators, of masters and muses and demigods, too. Some of those wondrous teachers have held my hand, kissed my cheek with the brush of confidence and lifted my spirit by their sheer unfaltering belief in my talents. Thank You, God, for placing those beautiful people in my path!


"The voice within is what I'm married to. All marriage is a metaphor for that marriage. My lover is the place inside me where an honest yes and no come from. That's my true partner. It's always there. And to tell you yes when my integrity says no is to divorce that partner."~ Byron Katie



I have also witnessed the acts and the actors acting out in actions of artificiality. I have seen the rise and fall of true genuius... and heard that rusted crackle of jackals who SWOOPED down out of nowhere and schemed to engineer their fall.


"A life lived with integrity - even if it lacks the trappings of fame and fortune - is a shining star in whose light others may follow in the years to come. ~Denis Waitley



There are always monsters among us. Although they may take on human form, these are, in fact, the vilest serpents of pestilence. Their main objective is to put a plague upon the house of creativity. They may not show their slimy tails, their razor-like saber teeth, or openly display their blood-dripping claws, but they DO exist. They may look like people you know, and people you might even trust, but they are, in actuality, demons with an insatible lust to corrupt and destroy the rushing breath of a dream.


"There are many winds full of anger, and lust and greed. They move the rubbish around, but the solid mountain of our true nature stays where it's always been." ~ Rumi


I have tried, even in my weaker moments, to always stand tall in the face of demons; to not topple and fall from that perch I'd erected from the words and deeds of my life, or from the actions of my own dreams. Still, I am a human being, in some ways fragile, as a guilded bird, with one poetic beak of song.

I get lost in the utter wrongness of it all, caught up in the perpetual b.s... become frustrated and angry... and I falter sometimes. You see, I have been dishonored! I AM BEING dishonored! The monsters have torn into my flesh and sucked my blood with a ravenous greed.


"In art, the only one who really knows whether what you've done is honest is the artist." ~Bruce Nauman


Note to the struggling Artists who may some day read this:

As creatives, I, and you, and we all must continue and perservere, to fight and bleed, to rally and breathe through the attacks, through the assaults, through the attempts to break us in two, and yes, even through the failures. Through it all, we must remember that we are only spirits having these intensely (sub)human experiences, many of which, can rob our souls, IF we allow them! We must never be victims of man's avarice, but instead become keen students of it. We must never define ourselves by mishap or circumstance, but instead, be examples to the massess of how we rise!


"Be faithful to that which exists nowhere but in yourself – and thus make yourself indispensable." ~Andre Gide


Success, True Success is in The Rising from the fall. The deepest and most pure Truth of all lies in one's own personal integrity at any cost. And although we may not always know the rewards and glories from our accomplishments, and we may not be on receiving end of what we are truly owed, God Pays Attention!



"The elegance of honesty needs no adornment." ~ Merry Browne

And so, we MUST press on, with our spines erect, steadfast in our mission; even if we might never become those happy shiny people dancing in the fool's gold bling of some shallow and fraudulent man-made fame. Still we remain... Artists! Chosen people who innately possess the gift to express and exquisitely narrate, who sing and manifest all the songs within this wondrous thing called humanity.

For this I will always be happy and proud. For this, I do not whisper in shame, but instead, Shout Out Loud: I AM AN ARTIST!


And would like to thank the, perhaps, tens of thousands of people who'll I'll never meet, who have experienced my work, who were encouraged, touched or repulsed by it; who were alarmed or informed, who were either soothed or moved by it. I find my glory in those golden moments when I have channeled and connected, when I've sang and danced with those shimmering, beauteous, mercurical muses... and made them whisper YOUR naked name.

"Honor is self-esteem made visible in action." ~Ayn Rand


That's it. That's all.

Snatch JOY!



One.

L.M. Ross





copyright © 2010 by L.M. Ross

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Happy Natal Day, Billie



Miss Billie Holiday aka
Eleanora Fagan would be
95 years old today.

Wow! Billie, "Lady Day" who
Changed the tone and sway
Of Jazz and made it her
Own. Billie, who
Colored it Blue,
And sadder than the hang of
Strange Fruit as
She sang it soul-
Deep and authentic, too.

I wonder if she were still
Here, still breathing air, fresh
Gardenia in her hair...
Would she still be
Singing dem old
Weary blues?

Would she be lost
Somewhere between
Applause... and
Those small-minded cities,
A broken heart...
And the tears
Trapped in her
Wounded croon?

Would she still be
Changin the scope
And the mood
Of a slow and smoke-filled
Jazzing room?

Or would she be
This thrillingly new and
Smiling diva
Relinquished of
Her old demons, at last?

Would she
Had married her best friend,
Prez, settled into the burbs,
And raised a slew of
Black jazz babies?

Would she have said:
'Later for fame!' and
Grew truer to the game,
Became totally Her Self, and
Finally
Heroin-free?

Ahhhhh... Ms. Billie!
What a beautiful sight
And what a glorious sound
That Jazz song
Might
Be!



Happy Born-day to you,
Our Sweet
Lady Day!


One Love.


LMR


copyright © 2010 by L.M. Ross

Saturday, March 20, 2010

On The Day The Music Dies


Last weekend a wicked Nor'easter wrecked mad havoc in many parts of the north east, and my ville did not escape the madness. While there was severe flooding in some areas, and week-long power outages in others, I lost electricity for a while. The strange thing is that more than missing TV, or my computer; more than the loss of lights and use of the fridge, what I missed most was the inability to listen to my music! My i-Pod had died, and the stereo was a no-go. It made me very depressed to be unable to call upon those gods and goddesses of sound; those mood elevators, ambience shifters, and those spirit massagers who are as necessary to me as AIR!


It felt like the whole concept of music had DIED, leaving only echoes and shadows of voices in my head. That was my mental state. I wondered, what would this world be if we no longer had music. Many of us would experience a very lonely form of insanity, wouldn't we? Just meditating on this concept alone was deeply disturbing.

Anyway... that was when the birth this poem arrived.

I call it, "On The Day The Music Dies."



On the day the music dies
From the beak of Birds
Will come
A cry...

Clouds will rain salty tears.
Soprano winds will scat and blow
But no one left will
Hear.

On the day the music dies
The hands of genius will
Become paralyzed. Freedom
Will cease
To exist. Life, as we know it
Will no longer
Thrive.

The crash of oceans will be
Only noise, & Miles away
In some discordant pause,
You'll hear the sound,
The caw, the cry, the
Bleat, and the roar
Of my



SCREAM!





One Love.

copyright © 2010 by L.M. Ross

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

~Bluesicians In Winter~





winter is outside
my window again. it is
the broken spine of
a beggar trying
to walk
like
Duke Ellington.

it is that
Kinda Blue
frigid sista who
flooded by neon
solicits a man
who'll make her
SCREAM
like Miles Davis'
horn.

winter is outside
my window again. it is
the bag-Lady Day
carrying wind
in her veins and
Strange Fruit in her
shopping cart.

it is that soup line
be-bop
jazzed sorta
hop to keep the cold
from infiltrating
your posture.

winter is outside
my window again as
the profound sound of
bluesicians abound
in cold tears,
in chatter,
in homeless souls
trying hard
to matter
in this frigid
smoke-ringed city

of tin cans,
out-stretched hands
and a chorus of
indifference...
if you listen closely
and you'll hear
their hymn...
yet we coolly
divert our eyes
and close our ears to

them.

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One.

copyright © 2010 by L.M. Ross

Friday, February 12, 2010

~Love~

LOVE hearts Pictures, Images and Photos


I fall so humbled before you
I am your vessel, your angel, and your fool.
You've made me moan and beg, and plead...
Made me your slave, your trade, your king!

Whispered your lyrics, and
Made me your poet
You've made me stand tall,
And strong, and stoic.

You filled my lungs with new oxygen...
Infused new dances inside my limbs
And then...

You've left me.


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Took away your music
Rendered me, deficient
Pitiful, and useless.

You've made me lose my faith....
Lose sight of your bigger picture
Lose my way
And lose my swagger...

Yes, left me alone to cower,
To genuflect, to suffer
In shadows of your neglect...

You are fine as silk, and
Coarse as sandpaper
You are smoke and mirrors, and
Flesh turned to vapor...

You are spring and winter
Autumn and summer
And I revel and shimmer
In your utter incandescence.

You are the scar on my heart
And the balm of its healing...
The dark of starless nights...
And a brighter dawn revealing that...

You are always there...
You are always there...
Even as I lay
In bed, lonely and fetal
And sadly unaware...

You were always there,
Fair, and cruel
Relentless and uncool
And you throw your voice
Sometimes, like ventriloquists do.

You are the giver
And the taker, too
Thief and nurturer
Peaceful, then
The ultimate warmonger.
These are the many faces of you.

You are the seasons of the human heart.
A light, so radiant, on the flip side of dark
You are the cure for the lesions
In a tortured spirit...
Your dance is so beauteous
Yet so unpredictable
You cause some of us to fear it...

But me?
In the end, I revel!
Oh yes!
I revel
In your sheer and utter
Magnificence!

* * * * * * * * * *


Happy Valentine's Day!

LOVE hearts Pictures, Images and PhotosOne.


copyright © 2010 by L.M. Ross

Thursday, December 24, 2009

The Dogma of Decency

As I reflect upon this closing year, I can honestly say that, for me, it has been one of great personal loss, and profound disappointment; a year of struggle, and deep regret. If it were possible, I would like to forget the majority of the events that occurred in my life within the span of 2009. However, a closer, more internal look reveals that it has also been a year of an even deeper spiritual enlightenment. I've learned some very valuable lessons about the minutia inherent in some of mankind: I've witnessed the ways of commerce and cruelty... and people who profit from deceit. It has been a year of harsh observations about ignorance and inhumanity, about faith and the faithless, about courage and cowardice, and most of all about the concept of personal perseverance. It is my belief that having gleamed those painful lessons, I am all the richer, as they will guide me through smoother, less turbulent waters in the future.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

There are so a few things that any of us KNOW for sure. And yet there are some Essential Truths, that, no matter one’s faith (or belief system, religion, creed or personal dogma), they become footsteps to the path of true Enlightenment.

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During this Holiday Season, it is my sincere wish and hope that each of us, that all citizens of humankind will walk along that path of decency.


Brahmanism: This is the sum of duty: Do naught
unto others which would cause you pain if done to
you.: Mahabharata 5:1517


Christianity: All things whatsoever ye would
that men should do to you, do ye even so to them.:
Matthew 7:12


Islam: No one of you is a believer until he
desires for his brother what which he desires for
himself. Sunnah


Buddhism: Hurt not others in ways that you
yourself would find hurtful.: Udana Varga 5:18


Judaism: What is hateful to you, do not to your
fellowmen. That is the entire Law; all the rest is
commentary.: Talmud, Shabbat 31:a


Confucianism : Surely it is the maxim of
loving-kindness: Do not unto others that you would
not have them do unto you.: Analects 15:23


Taoism: Regard your neighbor's gain as your own
gain, and your neighbor's loss as your own loss.:
T'ai Shag Kan Ying P'ien


Zoroastrianism : That nature alone is good which
refrains from doing unto another whatsoever is not
good: for itself. : Dadistan-i-dinik 94:5


Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Happy Kwanzaa! Happy Eid to One & All!






One.


Lin

Friday, October 23, 2009

Gravity's Child/ My People... Hold On!


My People... Hold On!

These are indeed trying times for so many people, and I have become one of those Trying Times People. If there’s one thing I know, it’s that I’m not alone. Almost everyone I know has been going through something lately:

A very close friend of mine is fighting serious health issues and mounting medical bills. Please… pray for him.

Several friends have lost the security of having a job, a career, a steady income, and riding along piggyback with this American tragedy comes the loss of those much-needed benefits.

My People… Hold On!

A family member has become another victim of foreclosure, and now he and his wife and kids are facing eviction within the next few days.

My People... Hold On!

The current economy is kicking major ass, in a myriad of ways, and only the strongest of us are surviving with our heads above water and our Grace intact.

My People… Hold On!


Most everyone is crying those running outta money blues, and I too know the lyrics to that song, by heart.

Currently I am fighting for something that is legally and morally my own, and yet it is being kept from me. I recently joined a union. In my ongoing journey in lone-wolfdom, I’ve never been much of a union person, yet there are times and situations in our lives when there is far more power in numbers than there is in fighting that good fight all by one’s lonesome.

I’m told to ‘be patient’… and please believe that I’ve BEEN patient until I’m blue in the freakin face!


My People… Hold On!


For the life of us, and our utter survival, there are some things we can control, and other things, that no matter how hard we try… they are clearly out of our hands. Being a spiritual person, I pray, I fast, and I mediate, on the regular. I also think positive thoughts. I try to be a good person, a sharing person, a caring and giving person. I sincerely try to become an agent for good. This is no way means I’m a perfect person, nor do I strive to be. I just believe that, whether good or bad, the Karmic energy we put out into The Universe has a way of coming back to us.

I believe that snatching JOY is not only doable, but very necessary to survive mentally, emotionally and spiritually in this world. It’s far too easy to embrace the negative, to allow it to feed off us, and to become ugly within our souls. Every day and in every way I am desperately, so very desperately trying to beautify my soul.

And so, I wrote this lil poem to remind myself and others that the survivor has an upright spine, the phoenix can still lives inside of us.

My People… Hold On!




* * * *


Gravity’s Child

Please…pay no attention if
My spine declines.
It’s my core position
Just before I rise
Like a phoenix
Whose wings
You’ve burned
I’ll just glow even
Brighter from
The lessons I’ve learned.

And you can best believe
You’ll not see
Me go down
Down on my knees…


I’m not a beggar
For coins or
Spare change
And my emotions
Never caused me
To feel any
Shame.
A selfish lover’s
Never satisfied
Until they’ve made
Something inside you
Cry…

But you’ll not see
Me go down
Down on my knees…


Bet you thought
I would be down
For a while…
I thought you knew
By now that I am
Gravity’s child.



So, pay no attention if
My pockets are bare
My greatest blessing
Comes from what
I’ve shared...

So I’m much richer
Than you’ll ever be
No devil holds my soul
Or kidnaps my dignity

And you can best believe
You’ll not see
Me go down
Down on my
Knees.


Pay no attention if
My spine declines…
It’s core my position
Just before I rise
Like a phoenix
Whose wings
Have been burned…
And just watch me glow
Brighter from
The lessons I’ve learned…

You may see me
Stumble and struggle
With Mother Gravity…
But you will not see
Me go down…
Down on my knees!




One.

LMR

Friday, September 11, 2009

Freedom Isn't Free


On Septemeber 11, 2001, in the course of two short hours, the world would change forever.

The freedom, security, the simple peace of mind most of us took for granted ended on that day when four planes were apprehended by terrorists and set a course that would change history.


I knew three people who perished at the Twin Towers, and so the feeling of loss is beyond just personal. The sad reality is that at least 2,985 people died in the attacks, including:

19 terrorists
2,966 victims [2,998 as of Spring 2009]

All but 13 people died on that day. The remaining 13 later died of their wounds.



As of this day, in 2009, over 800 people who worked at Ground Zero have since died or become deathly ill from numerous cancers, lung and respiratory diseases. This is suspected to have been caused by all the debris from the Twin Towers.

Many of those brave and selfish people have no subtantial healthcare benefits today.


Have the terrorists won?


And so the death toll from that tragic day continues, even now.

Terrorism is a hideous disease that keeps on infecting.


There were 266 people on the four planes:


American Airlines Flight 11 (crashed into the WTC): 92 (including five terrorists)
United Airlines Flight 175 (crashed into the WTC): 65 (including five terrorists)
American Airlines Flight 77 (crashed into the Pentagon): 64 (including five terrorists)
United Flight 93 (downed in Shanksville, PA): 45 (including four terrorists)

There were 2,595 people in the World Trade Center and near it, including:


343 NYFD firefighters and paramedics
23 NYPD police officers
37 Port Authority police officers
1,402 people in Tower 1
614 people in Tower 2
658 people at one company, Cantor Fitzgerald
1,762 New York residents
674 New Jersey residents

1 NYFD firefighter killed by a man jumping off the top floors of the Twin Towers

There were 125 civilians and military personnel at the Pentagon.

1,609 people lost a spouse or partner on 9/11. More than 3,051 children lost parents.


While it was mostly Americans who were killed in this horrific attack, there were also 327 foreign nationals. Here is the breakdown, according to country:

Argentina: 4
Australia: 11
Bangladesh: 6
Belarus: 1
Belgium: 1
Bermuda: 1
Brazil: 3
Canada: 27
Chile: 2
China: 4
Cote d'Ivoire: 1
Colombia: 17
Democratic Republic of the Congo: 2
Dominican Republic: 1
El Salvador: 1
Ecuador: 3
France: 1
Germany: 11
Ghana: 2
Guyana: 3
Haiti: 2
Honduras: 1
India: 1
Indonesia: 1
Ireland: 6
Israel: 5
Italy: 4
Jamaica: 16
Japan: 26
Jordan: 2
Lebanon: 3
Lithuania: 1
Malaysia: 7
Mexico: 16
Moldova: 1
Netherlands: 1
New Zealand: 2
Nigeria: 1
Panama: 2
Peru: 5
Philippines: 16
Portugal: 3
Poland: 1
Russia: 1
South Africa: 2
South Korea: 28
Spain: 1
Sweden: 1
Taiwan: 1
Ukraine: 1
Uzbekistan: 1
United Kingdom: 67
Venezuela: 1




This does not include the brave soliders who have perished in the aftermath of 9/11.


And so, Let Us Never Forget...



Freedom ISN'T Free!

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May God Rest The Souls of Those Innocent Lives.


One Love.


Lin

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Because this day, the 29th of August, would have been his 51st Natal Day, I thought I'd share the following:

"We Had Him ... A Poem for Michael Jackson by Maya Angelou

Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon. In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tide with the abrupt absence of our treasure..Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone. Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him. He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance. Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that. He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his. We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes. His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us. And we laughed and stomped our feet for him. We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given. Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square. In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England...

We are missing Michael."

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Snatch JOY in Peace!


One.