“JUNE 25, 2024”
“STILL THE SAME MOTTO AS 2015”
LOOKING THROUGH MY BACK PAGES IS THE THEME
NO SCHEME
JUST SEEMS THE THING TO DO.
Here it is 2015. Christmas eve. Happy Holidays to everyone and Merry Christmas and all that jazz. Have a prosperous New Year. May we be in the mood for peace and love instead of hate. May we learn to love each other as human beings. May we learn to not always be at war.
I wish you peace and love for 2016 or at least put a dent in the hate.
Vicki Trusselli
I was looking through my back pages today. This is a little ditty in December 2015. I was 65 living on the beach.
Within six months I stepped off the train to kiss the ground in LA.
Time is on my mind today
As I look out across the way
To this day June 2024
I hear there’s another door.
I no longer want to do everything at once.
I have slowed down,
As the years roll by as I count
The numbers, calculate around
The least age today
Then I would be almost 75.
Still alive,
So, a question for my brain
I was born on September 18, 1949.
That means that I am 75 because the calculations are the highest number.
Just being a clown
As I recover from my fall of a week ago.
So,
This is not AI
Cause it’s me
Contemplating
Around
The table
Of roses and baby's breath
And let us learn more
To know what we do for the next door.
It’s all in a days work
Pick up your pen
To write on the long yellow sheets of paper,
To fold the paper into a paper plane,
To blow into the wind across the oceans, the mountains, and skyscrapers
To fly the rainbow,
To yell equality,
As I yell democracy,
Women’s rights,
CIVIL RIGHTS,
LGBTQ RIGHTS,
THE VOTING RIGHTS
For all we must fight
Again.
This is the year
Of elections
I choose Democracy & freedom for all.
Just in my head,
Hear what I said.
I thought about my kitty, puppy and birdie.
Even they live for freedom
So here we all sit looking out at the sky
Asking why
How did we get here?
The far right has been working for decades since the 1970s.
No longer a rhyme,
But this is now reason in time,
To be free,
To laugh,
To cry,
To write,
To just be.
A little note
To share
My week of news
And to keep up to date.
Right now, my brain feels all creative and then my brain feels like I must take my head out of the sand to promote truth in Journalism.
PEACE OUT!
About the Creator
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
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I am a storyteller. This is where memory meets mysticism, music, multi-media, video, paranormal, rebellion, art, and life.
I nursing, business, & journalism in college. I worked in the film & music industry in LA, CA.
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Comments (4)
Truth in journalism. Its all truth, just through various distorting lenses. Some are WAAAAAY thicker than others.
This was both so profound and thought provoking!
Truth in journalism is so very much needed... But even more important we need truth in political campaigns. Sadly though our US Constitution gives people the right to lie. We have freedom of speech which not only includes truth but also lies. US politics is so messed up.
It's a fascinating journey of memories...