By another name…
Maria, by another name
Reveal your heart,
and share your pain.
With friendship’s start,
joy, do we all gain.
Within your soul,
should be no shame.
To us you show,
your heart so true,
so let our love flow,
from we… to you.
A healed heart,
a tender kiss,
such pure love,
is not remiss.
~
I logged into Twitter this morning, full of good cheer – only to discover my account had been suspended for “Sending multiple unsolicited @messages”.
Yesterday, I participated in what I believe to be a worthy tradition. The #FF, which I understand to mean Follow Friday. I considered #FF a valuable tool, as I’ve personally used it to find new people worth following. I mentioned some of the people who have interacted with me, most of them multiple times, during the course of last week.
Apparently the Twitter powers that would be don’t like this behavior, because some time after I logged out for the night, {probably seven or eight hours after I sent my #FF’s} they decided to suspend my account. I guess Twitter consider themselves exempt from Karma’s rules, one of which I detailed as:-
Karma: a force you initiate, yet cannot control or invoke on another. #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) January 23, 2013
It seems very much like Twitter invoked Karma on me, doesn’t it?
Only, on the surface… {Yes, I know Twitter is an organization, and Karma really doesn’t apply, but bear with me.} Punishing me, for attempting to repay the accumulated goodwill of people kind enough to interact with me, has damaged them in my eyes. They’re a big organization, however enough little bursts of damage to their goodwill, will eventually cost them.
I understand Twitter’s decision was probably the result of a program looking for malicious behavior – however, that program needs to act a little more intelligently, or people are going to take offense, just as I have.
Twitter’s action toward me is like having the host of a party slap me in the face for introducing a few of my friends to each other. It is not pleasant. Frankly, it makes me want to leave this particular party – of course I’m not going to do anything hasty, but the desire is there, thanks to a single act on Twitter’s part. Which reminds me of another tweet:-
Speak with care, for people remember a kind word for but a day, a cruel one forever.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) November 11, 2012
Acts, might be worse than words.
Does anyone remember the crucifixion of Michael Jackson in the court of public opinion, as hosted by the mass-media? I certainly do. The treatment of Lance Armstrong strikes me the same way, I see hidden agendas in many elements of this matter, and feel sorely troubled. These troubling thoughts prompted this free-form verse – however, many elements are applicable to anyone who realizes we’re manipulated daily by masters in deception’s art – the mass-media.
Pardon it’s raw nature, or not – I don’t care. {Yes, I do – or I wouldn’t hurt myself, and trouble you.}
Without further ado, here is another strange, rambling poem / song. Composed to the silent sounds of Pink Floyd in my memory.
Why strip the wings
From those who cannot fly
Show us something more
Than this unreal dream
Not true reality
Not the place I want to be
This false reality.
~
Snap a picture of a scowling face
And splash it all over the place
That man’s clearly insane
He’ll do anything for gain
Least, that’s what the mass-media
Tells us, and tells us,
and tells us, again
no care they show,
for another’s pain
in current reality
~
We wonder if it’s fair
Does the world not care.
The world we live
Is not a dream
But it’s not real
Everyday
someone tears our dreams away
rips and shreds
Our fragile reality
~
The mass-media lies
The truth they easily hide
With deception far and wide
Scowling pictures make the man
Into a monster true
Sending texts to me and you
Their lies never cost our trust
In their old reality
~
Social media might be the way
uncover all the old way’s lies,
there is no agenda here
one day the truth might be
Everyone’s reality
~
Social media lights the way
Throw the newspaper away
It has no place with me,
In my new reality
~
Rip off my crown
Tear me down
Throw me to the ground
It’s where I want to be
Thrown from your reality
~
Come take me by the hand
Lead me to a better land
A place where people care
Where no one stares
Where they see me
as who I strive to be
Not what the mass-media makes of me
In their old reality
~
Discredit me
When I don’t do what you
Want me to
Look in the mirror
Before you cast that stone
For it, you will atone
In the new reality
~
We can’t let him win
No no, not again
Someone stole my life away
I woke up one day
To find it ripped away
But I don’t know why.
Or which reality
~
I woke up again today,
this nightmare, still in play
found my titles stripped away,
I never rode those rides
It was the drugs that did,
Least that’s what they said
Does that make those years
disappear…
vanish into smoke,
in a haze of dope.
Is what they say the truth,
No, not to me
Their undone tests and proofs
Don’t show the real truth,
least not in my heart.
Not, in a fair reality
~
Rehashed tests and
Contrived lies that seem true
Don’t that make my climb
into the saddle
A lie…
Not in my eye.
Not, in my reality
~
I never rode those hills,
There were no ups and downs,
All I did was lie, and steal
Least that is the way,
They’d have you think of me.
So believe them or me,
That choice is up to you,
This is your reality
~
Ends come, and I go
my life, is finally my own
Cause I’m a self-made man
at the race’s end,
My conscience, is clean.
I’m who and… as I am.
In all realities.
~
A {JuliaGem}.
My wife knows almost everyone in our neighborhood. While driving, Julia often tests her amazing memory.
Usually my wife names everyone, till one morning we saw a heavily set woman wearing a red overcoat.
Julia asked, “Who is that?”
Without hesitation, my wife answered, “Little Red Riding Hood, without the hood.”
Julia immediately quipped back, “And without the little…”