America
Thoughts on America
Ms.
She's a Diva.
What's Liberty's last name?
It's Liberty;
She's a Diva.
The original Diva:
Capital D.
Ms. Liberty.
~ Wynn ~
The 51st State
Snowflakes and Skins have no twins.
We these people, gas-masked, can't breathe,
Faces to the curb, choked out by that other
Still on about that Mr. Monochrome Maniacal:
Other Brother.
This body. This skin, I'm in.
Heard the Science Man Say:
That's not the same one you wore just yesterday.
Snowflakes and Skins have no twins.
In so many years gone by,
So many tears gone by,
You're a whole new you.
Read it right that's true.
Which Yesterday's Particle are you?
What graft grafted your You?
What piece of You did America bring You?
Every atom of Walt's grass still belongs to Me-belongs to You.
Every shoot shot new from Gettysburg's field that's You,
That's Me, too.
The 51st State, Unstated:
The heart pumps the prism, pumps the shade.
The heart bleeds every color in America.
The grass at Gettysburg is stained with bloody rainbows.
The leaves are Black and White thirsty.
The brown earth runs raw the spectrum.
The blood battle bespangled.
The battle beats the Mississippi!
Run Blood, Corre! Colored Blood, Corre!
Run Rainbow Blood! Run American Blood!
Lap up yesterday's bleed. Take Account!
Lap up the bled bedecked Bunker -no- Breed's Hill.
Lap up the insincerity in the Courthouse in Appomattox.
Kiss your own Black ass, your own White shit.
Kiss the great every color bloodstained leaf of grass.
Kiss your bought and sold two shade-soul.
The 51st State, Poetically, Unstated:
Evil never loses but lurks.
A battle won is done undone
By silent convenience.
America still belongs to you, America.
But your way still marks in twain.
So single it out.
That:
The cause of every American Hell,
Is the cleft cut in Liberty's Bell.
The 51st State, Stated:
In America:
There is too much Black.
There is too much White.
And there is not enough Color.
~ Wynn ~
A Mother is a Mother the Whole World Over
2025.08.07
Thursday, August 07, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hi. O/
Rise and shine, Sunshine Valentine, this show must go on.
Hope all's well.
The Sun's aglow,
Time to go,
On with our show...
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What's new?
Certainly not The News, not yet.
It gets better, by the way.
The current news cycle, News as we know it, is not sustainable.
We simply cannot continue to feed ourselves with bad news and hope to continue as a species.
You are what you eat.
Keep eating bad news and your life becomes a safe haven for everything awful.
All the confusion, bitterness, manipulations, sleights of hands, placed in front of us everyday have to die or we will.
It's how the math adds up.
Not doomsday rhetoric, common sense.
If all you're eating are images and words of hate and Hell, you're either a decent person and exhausted having to retranslate them into something good, or you take what's fed you as real and become a monster yourself.
Life is still a good place.
There's still Beauty here, still Good.
Life is absolutely fair; people often aren't.
Because we're out of sync.
Because we try to get into sync, get to know each other, through doctored images and words of what's worst about us.
What we focus on we get more of.
What we value is where we spend our time and money.
Do we really value all this crime?
This Hate?
This 'rile up the masses and call it crowd control?'
We're so much better than we're showing ourselves.
The Internet is the cure and the bane.
Want to help heal the World?
Talk to each other.
A mother is a mother the whole world over.
A friend is a friend regardless their language or home address.
Friendship, love, and decency have no borders.
Governments and trade deals do.
Talk to each other.
Show each other how similar we are.
The food, the music, the customs are different; the people aren't.
In my Country right now, we're spending billions to round up people who value our way of life and throw them out of our house.
Seems it makes more humanitarian and economic sense to teach those 'aliens' what it means to live here, what the expectations are, and make citizens of them.
"But they'll take our jobs."
- Reader Misled by Well-paid Media
You're feasting on lies if you believe that.
There's plenty of work to go around.
If you can't 'find work,' make your own job, call it a small business, and live The American Dream.
Remember that?
If we don't start changing our focus The American Dream will soon become a nightmare.
We need to talk values America.
Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness if your HMO will keep you healthy enough to live it, is no Dream worth living for.
It's time for Good People to speak up.
A single post of Hope, of something good in your world everyday will bring the attitude adjustment we need...
Will keep this Dream from becoming a Nightmare.
Take care, share some good news, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
For a Better World
2025.08.03
Sunday, August 03, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Made it. O/
Tomorrow showed while you were sleeping, changed its name to Today, and let in the sunshine.
You snooze you lose Tomorrow, but gain Today.
¡Ole!
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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Something in the air today, some kind of feel... cool potential.
Did you know everything's okay?
It may not be exactly what you want, but everything is okay.
Okay enough for you to have space enough to recognize it could be better.
We like better.
Better is always a possibility.
Something to work for: "Let's make this better."
Something to recognize and enjoy: "See, now this is better!"
Want to learn about yourself?
Ask: "How can I make this better?"
The answer tells you what you value.
Better is a question of values.
See, you do have a moral code after all.
It's in your memory storage folder labeled: Better.
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How's the weather where you are?
A lot of entries lately regarding climate change.
AI can help with that.
We're standing at the threshold of An Age of Automation.
Machines will soon do our heavy-lifting better than we ever have.
Operating farm equipment will look more like playing a video game soon enough.
So many of our labor intensive jobs will.
This is a good thing.
We're not losing tons of jobs; we're recreating our economy.
We're freeing up our hands to work in other areas.
There is always a way to make every neighborhood, every relationship, better.
We'll simply refocus our priorities to grow our environments to raise our quality of life.
Nine to five living is dead.
Good.
We evolved.
Let's make sure we take care of each other to keep the transition to a new way of life enjoyable to all.
Younger generations work the job, not the clock.
Our new economy trends that way.
It's an evolved way of running a society.
Made possible by easy Internet access and communication.
It will take some time to institute, but nine to five living is dead.
There's always plenty we can do to serve life positively.
Always plenty of good work to be had.
It's an exciting time to be alive.
Technology advancements open doors to so many new opportunities for cultural growth.
For a Better World.
Take care, find better, do better, be better, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
A Beautiful Place, Still
2025.07.25
Friday, July 25, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
So much to say kind of day in the air.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Staying with the journal's theme, let's call today a Transition Day, underline it a hyperlink, and move on with the change.
Reading, writing, and arithmetic... The Three 'R's' that aren't, but are good for your education.
How's you education?
Self-taught smarty?
Ivy league nerd classy?
Community college get-it-doner?
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The whole Country seems to have lost its mind.
But it's the News.
And when the News ain't showing our day-to-day experience, it's showing something else...
And it ain't News.
I know you're a better person than the screens say you are.
I know that you know the world is a better place than we advertise.
I know you have friends and loved ones.
And I know the people on the screens, every screen!, have friends and loved ones, too.
I know you know to be a friend, and to be loved, requires a whole lot more than just bad News.
It's our storytellers... our artists.
It's on us now.
Politics thinks it's an argument, forgot its purpose: The People.
You see this Country of ours we're told is founded on a dream.
A beautiful one, at that.
It speaks on rights we're born with, the freedom to have a dream of what a good life is, and the space to build that good life.
Somewhere in all our arguing, in all our bad News selling, we lost sight of our purpose: The freedom to dream of a better life and the space to build it.
Truth, Justice, and the 'I can afford a better attorney than you' way, is not what our founders had in mind.
Yet here we are.
What's Life worth?
Artists, what is Life worth?
Show us.
Sing it, paint it, act it, write it.
Show us.
Remind U.S.
It's so easy to share these days.
Don't hold onto good News.
Shout it out.
When you're brave enough to see it the world is still a beautiful place built for dreamers.
Be brave enough.
Take care, shout out some good News, and make wonderful this still wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Good News Sells!
2025.07.21
Monday, July 21, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Yo. O/
Another sunrise with you.
Hope your dreams go well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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How's Life?
Your life, I mean.
Life's still pretty reliable.
Sun-up, Sun-down, Science says spins around...
Good old, the oldest of old, Life.
How's your piece of it?
Find peace with it?
Good.
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Welcome to another 'just what to say?' morning.
I put the words on the sky or Abe when the 'what next' question goes loud.
Abe's having an 'I'm sleeping in' morning.
The sky is soft content white going powder blue with golden topped evergreens for a horizon line.
The forecasts this Summer: Heatwave, Thunderstorm, Cool Day, Repeat....
We're at Cool Day.
Let's skip Repeat.
We're good with Cool.
Cool with Cool, too.
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A good day.
So much in the world is right, I wish we'd celebrate it.
Our media being antagonistic is a choice we feed it.
We speak on spectacles, talk of tragedies, live moment to moment in a state of okay.
Okay is okay to discuss, a spectacle can be sublime just as well as it can be profane.
A tragedy, for the living, should just be called unfinished business.
We think there's no market for good news.
We think no one would watch it.
And yet, I'd much rather watch a man rescue a cat than shoot one in the head.
An extreme example because it's of extreme importance we recognize this.
We keep flashing bad news in front of each other and neglect the good and wonder why we don't heal.
But we're not ill; we're in denial that we're well.
World, it is okay to be okay.
Good News Everyone!
Good News Sells!
It's an easy economic lesson that when people stop valuing a product it goes away.
The more a thing is valued the more we produce, and we keep producing bad news.
Want to save the world?
Change the damn channel.
Talk to each other.
Recognize something good that happened.
Share it.
Sensationally Share It!
Puff it up with AI enhancements if you like, but share it.
Sure there will be events that occur to label as tragic, but the more we profit from them financially the more we depend on their occurrence.
It's not an exercise in positive thinking.
It's not a call to ignore what's sickest about us.
No.
It's logic.
It's common sense.
What we focus on grows.
You starve your pets or plants and they die.
You starve good news and...?
Look where we are.
Take care, recognize something good in the world, share it, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Cooking
Words rule the world.
Sunday, June 29, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Bright and cheery skies so dreary?
Any which way, you got this.
Be your best you.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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We do the best we can with what we have to work with each day.
That's a good way to live.
Part of doing our best means caring for what helps us be our best, best.
In this way, the tools and people in our lives that help us the most grow the most each day.
So, in this way, our level of what's best, grows each day, too.
We take care of what takes care of us.
We lift up what lifts us up.
We rise together to rise together.
Do the best you can with what you've got to work with each day.
Thank and help the help and make a better best possible.
Do what you love.
Build your world around it.
Anything else is a misuse of your time.
Words of encouragement from your friendly Ghos+.
Taking care of you because you're taking care of me by reading me.
See, you are a good person after all.
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Who writes those things?
Who spends their lives in lines?
The Poet.
"Poetry... it's a cute hobby."
- Unenlightened Victim of Society
Words rule the world.
How we use words determines the quality of the possibilities in our lives.
Poets are the gardeners of language; we keep it growing.
So everyone can keep growing.
A thing of beauty only started being able to be a shareable joy forever after John pointed it out.
To be or not to be was never a question, until Shakespeare asked it.
The experience was there.
The ability to share it, and so to have it grow, was not.
If it's not on the dinner table you can't eat it.
Unless someone goes to the kitchen and cooks it up.
A poet cooks it up.
Those experiences, those feelings, we want to share but have no voice for.
I'm cooking a voice for them in the kitchen.
Too many cooks spoil too many broths; poets work best alone.
All the great ancient civilizations had two things in common.
One: They held their poets in high esteem and rose up.
Two: They neglected their poets when life got simple predictable and their civilizations crumbled.
Hey America, you got it pretty good. O/
Quit your bitchin'.
Hug your neighbor and shut off the damn News shows.
They're only poisoning you to pay their bills.
Starve them.
Hey America, you want to save our Country?
Boycott the News.
If the whole populace banned private media for a week, we could start calling ourselves a democracy and be telling ourselves the truth.
Talk to each other about your day, about your world, about life and what works and doesn't work in a day for you.
And call it News.
Shut off corporate media and share yourself.
Want to know what's up in Europe?
Have a friend send you a message of their day from there.
What's up in Asia? Or North or South America? Australia? Africa?
Send pics! Friends! Send! Pics!
Corporate media is someone else telling you what you should think is important so they can pay their bills from a lounge chair on their yacht.
Better to ask your friend overseas how our countries are getting along than the suit parades on the yachts.
Words! And where they're from matter!
You define your life with them and so, words define your life.
Take care, shut off the News, find out what's News from a friend and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Art Right Now
2025.06.25
Wednesday, June 25, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Yo, yo, yo.
How's your flow?
Good to be read by you again. O/
Here we go.
On with our show...
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A slight breeze!
Heatwave breaks today.
Abe's glad for it, too.
He's been extra selective regarding his choice of which bunny or squirrel to chase from the yard.
Returned to some older posts late last night.
Been about a year since I committed to this daily.
It's become more conversational.
Esoteric entries and dragons at the start.
Dragons?
Dragons are for other stories of mine.
They hold a large and very important place in my dreamscape.
There's Gnome, Faeries, and other things personified seen in the pictures there, a kind of Wonderland full of tales.
Guess you'd call this entry hype, so far.
Though there's always the right title somewhere in lines.
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I hope this journal brings you some peace, some reflection.
It's easy to forget there's more about you than the reaction to all the flash presented to you on screens.
I love this Internet AI age; the whole world now runs on the shared written word.
Even all the software necessary to run every picture and video and text you view is based on written programming language.
So for a poet, or writer of any kind, now is a great time to be alive.
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I saw recently defunding of Art groups and institutions in our Country is occurring.
This is a tragic economic mistake.
With the speed of growth in technology, with the advent of AI, what we now call work is soon not to exist.
If it's jobs we're concerned about, defunding The Arts is going to leave us with an untrained workforce.
If the idea is Greatness, we're being set up for a downfall.
There's no blame in this other than limited scope of POV.
I can see it from where I sit.
Someone entrenched in the 'Right Now of Things' would not.
Factories and farm equipment are soon to run by the push of buttons by a few.
Millions are to be out of work if we don't act now.
There's a short boom.
Building the machines that are to make what so many of us do now unnecessary provides a lot of great temporary growth.
But in the aftermath millions are replaced with the push of a few buttons.
If we don't act now that whole population is set to be untrained.
Once we have the robotic tech the question to further our greatness comes with the work of deciding, imagining, dreaming, what to do with it.
A Nation full of trained Artists and Artisans takes the lead in the place of what is called the most successful Nation.
Limiting access to The Arts not only diminishes cultural enrichment, it effects the fabric of the economic health of our Nation.
Seen through this lens the actions to bolster The Arts in education and accessibility is crucial to the long term survival of our Country.
Take care, teach your children to dream well to secure their future job security, and make wonderful this wonderful day.