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Beautiful, OGD. Thank you.

barefooted — Fri, 17 Feb 2017 18:52:15 +0000

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Beautiful, OGD. Thank you.

Barefooted....

oldenGoldenDecoy — Fri, 17 Feb 2017 08:44:15 +0000

In reply to OGD, thank you again for

Barefooted....

I'm sorry I missed this comment of yours.

I just noticed the highlight under it in the Creative Corner.

Thank you for YOUR kind words.

They mean a lot...

~OGD~

Oh and here... This is my dearly departed lifelong musical brother playing a tune we co-wrote years ago.

And when you're dealing with someone else's feelings,
Don't be cold as ice... Don't be cold as ice...

Tears...

OGD, thank you again for

barefooted — Sun, 05 Feb 2017 02:51:11 +0000

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OGD, thank you again for everything you wrote and expressed so eloquently above. You've posted some of your poetry before and I've been negligent by not telling you just how beautifully you write. Your words are so expressive, so heartfelt, that it's impossible to deny the passion and sincerity behind them. A life lived and shared through word and deed is precious - one unique piece at a time.

Thank you again for sharing one of those pieces with me here.

Barefooted... you are not

oldenGoldenDecoy — Sat, 04 Feb 2017 19:51:29 +0000

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Barefooted... you are not alone ...

Those "thoughts" that are "wandering around" in your mind? I've had many myself.

Your simple piece here immediately took me back 47 years come this May.

I'll never forget this young man that I wrote the following piece about back during the time it happened.

We were both 23 years old. I was living in San Diego at the time.

From: Silly as It Seems... They Were Minds

I also had the solemn experience of semi-closure to attend the unveiling of the Peace Memorial in 2014.

Please please please... take the time to read and view the photos in the following.

Niall Twohig | May 17, 2014 | San Diego Free Press Org

Memory Against Forgetting: The May 1970 Peace Memorial at UCSD

What would we do if we were transported across time to that moment in history?

Maybe we can’t answer that question, but we can think about what we might want given the situation that confronted all of us: Many of us would want the war to end. We’d want others, whose vision was hardened to warfare, to recognize the injustices that we saw. We’d want peace, not as a hollow sign, but as a concrete alternative to an order premised on militarism, racism, sexism, and class exploitation.

That’s what student activists wanted that May. They wanted a substantial peace built on brotherhood and sisterhood rather than on imperial hubris and violence. These students acted for that desire through individual and collective protests, each act a flashpoint in a larger constellation of struggle that grew into a nationwide strike that May.

--snip--

George Winne Jr. whose name is engraved alongside the student activists also acted upon this desire for peace. Forty-four years ago, on May 10, 1970, Winne lit himself on fire in this plaza as the ultimate sign of refusal to the war. He carried a sign that read, “In God’s Name, End the War”. Winne died the next day.

--snip--

Hearing the message that Winne and the student activists left us, we might take up the revolutionary task of remembering. As bearers of these memories, we can carry on the long march for peace, and when we reach our twilight years, we can pass the struggle on to those who would be the new bearers of the light.

This is the only photo I've ever been able to find of George.

As the author Neill wrote, I still continue to seek "...substantial peace built on brotherhood and sisterhood rather than on imperial hubris and violence." George is watching.

Barefoot... Remain strong in your convictions and maintain faith on your path...

~OGD~

Thank you, and ... Amen.

barefooted — Sat, 04 Feb 2017 15:42:47 +0000

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Thank you, and ... Amen.

I’m troubled tonight,

barefooted — Sat, 04 Feb 2017 04:05:54 +0000

In reply to Here's To Us!

I’m troubled tonight,

as I often am these days,

by what I’m seeing.

If I look inward,

I’m told I am better off,

but I don’t think so.

Because what’s inside,

what’s controlling my country,

is what frightens me.

Oh, don’t mind me. Every once in awhile I just feel the need to put thoughts that are wandering around into some sort of order.