Category Archives: Writings

Kneeling Grace

 

On and on it goes. Words carry deeply with them emotions that bind us and commit us to action. There is action to enforce and sometimes action to defeat when words are said. It is an aged old story of bricks and stones can break the bones but words can never hurt. It is a lie that words do not hurt. Words and words alone can hurt as much if not more than physical harm.

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WiPW – NaNo Edition: Featuring Cynthia

Shaun allowed me a space to write a Guest Post for Clockwork Clouds. I’m grateful to him for the feature. Come by to say hello and be sure to follow Shaun. Thank you Shaun!

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Welcome to Clockwork Clouds first ever Guest Post!

As you’ll have read I’ve been banging on about people taking part in Work in Progress Wednesdays – I posted yesterday, I posted last week and I have a permanent contact form. Well, it turns out it actually works and if you’d like to see more of these, you know what to do! My aim was always to help people share their ideas; inspiration can be catching after all. So, sharing ideas with us today… Is Cynthia over at Willowbeithe! Take it away Cynthia!

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Why write with NaNoWriMo?

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What is happening right now? I am writing. It is the easiest thing in the world to be convinced that something else is more important than sitting down and writing. Because of participating with writing a novel in November, my goal is 1667 words a day. It is challenging…

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EXODUS

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Perhaps it is time to give lady liberty back?  

With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

When my ancestors made their way to America, they could have been turned away for a number of reasons. We have issues and we have things to work out but we should not cut off our noses to spite our faces. Re-posting The Tempest Tossed today was not to be lazy or to drive a thought into the ground but to remind us as we go vote, what is written at the base of our statue of liberty and what makes America great.

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The Tempest Tossed

This is a post written almost one year ago. Not a lot has changed. Today is the election and tomorrow we may be on a new path. That path is up to us, each of us, every day. Even when our votes have been cast and the count is complete, our choices as people toward other people will without doubt be the end result.

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file000320496324 The Statue of Liberty on Ellis Island, one of the world’s most recognizable landmarks. A gift from France to the USA to celebrate the bond between their two nations. The statue has welcomed immigrants arriving to America for over 100 years.

New Colossus by Emma Lazarus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden…

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America

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It is the eve of election day and tonight is intense going over the idea of how things might be after tomorrow. When this song came across my feed it really hit close to home for me. The words resonate to the highest with what I have been feeling lately. Maybe it will touch base with someone else. If you have been really frustrated with the current campaign, please do not lose hope and stay home. It is your right and your vote counts. Please vote! Take a listen to this new song ‘America’ by Airborne Toxic Event.

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Published on Oct 24, 2016
“America”

in America you’re born with a silver spoon or in the back of the bus by the light of the moon
and when you die they say “it’ll all be changing soon
and you’ll be free, you’ll be free, you’ll be free.”

it was 200 years of war that lit that freedom torch. went from southhampton fields up to the white house porch
and they’re still shooting all the kids for trying to break that yoke,
how can you breathe? how can you breathe? how can you breathe?

they gave a fortune away to some wall street bank like a treasure was sunk on a ship already sank
and they’re still standing on the deck trying to get us to walk the plank,
while they’re lost at sea, lost at sea, lost at sea.

but i never had more than ten dollars to my name and i’ve been told my whole life “boy you got to hide your shame”
for being born like a match set afire by the flame,
but i will burn free, i will burn free, I will burn free.

when i look all around, i wonder where they’ve gone. all the people that I loved reduced to memories in a song
i can hear them trying to remind me just remember right from wrong,
because we fought for thee, we fought for thee, we fought for thee.

but i see hatred in the eyes of all these people running scared, like the world’s been taken by someone who finally dared,
to just stand up and say we’re staying, we’re not going anywhere
and we will be free, we will be free, we will be free.

in America you’re born with a silver spoon or in the back of the bus by the light of the moon
and when you die they say, “it’ll all be changing soon
and you’ll be free, you’ll be free, you’ll be free.”

so i wonder which was the lie, the past in it’s glory or the promise of a future you and i may never see,
‘cause the reasons i been given sound like bullshit to me,
we’ll wait and see, wait and see, wait and see.

now America i know i’m not your favorite son but i did my time and i’m not hurting anyone
i’m just tired of living at the point of a gun,
when will you see, when will you see, when will you see?

when you say we’re “free”

you don’t mean me. you don’t mean me.

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