
Monday, November 19, 2018
Strange times, celebrating hatred and it's evil messenger. Snakes coil around the tree stump, blocking all air, all blood from keeping life moving forward. Stampedes in the cities, in the suburbs where the children play, where the families pray. Avalanches of blood dripping across the rivers, the oceans - reservoirs of past lives stolen, are overflowing. Reject hatred and reject conformity. Embrace love and accept diversity… Sometimes wars need to be fought to eradicate the ones who live to kill. Peace is only true if fear is non-existent. Strange times, the world is upside down - definitions of the conduct of human beings are mistaken into the sub-human culture it has become. When will the light shine, once again? Once rockets were used for exploration and kites were used for fun - now they have turned them into destructive weapons. Children on the front with their mothers covered up. In places where it's a sin for a woman to expose her face but not to kill an innocent child. It's a long road to atonement when your words have caused others pain. No freeway to forgiveness and no one there to palm grease at the door. Strange times, celebrating haters; unifiers for exclusion. Snakes coiled around the tree making the apples fall all around… Reservoirs of blood and tears...too many people sipping from a wooden cup, red lips and teeth. Reject hatred and reject conformity. Embrace love and accept diversity… Sometimes wars need to be fought to eradicate the ones who live to kill. Peace is only true if fear is non-existent. #peace #love #acceptance #bloodInstagram
Saturday, November 17, 2018
Friday, November 16, 2018
Son of my Father
“The point is you have what you need to survive - hope will come and go - you may think that it's gone but there is always a dimly lit flame of hope inside of you as long as your heart is beating.”
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November 16
Tom, looking more like the young tommy kicked his left foot, looked to the ground, threw his fingers through his once pure dark hair and said, "is there a way we can go back and start again?" Amanda, with her deep black strapless party iii dress, heels in hand and a couple of tear drops causing her eyeliner to run in each of her grayblue eyes, simply said, "you cant go back, we broke the heart now its time to move on." "Why cant we just go back and start fresh? Pretend that none of this ever happened?" "Because when life happens there scars, footprints, some sort of proof that events occurred. Sort of like hammering a nail onto a wall, just because you pull it out doesnt mean the crack in the wall disappears." #tgif #instashort #love #lifeInstagram
Wednesday, November 14, 2018
Once again I will quote Golda Meir, When peace comes we will perhaps in time be able to forgive the Arabs for killing our sons, but it will be harder for us to forgive them for having forced us to kill their sons. And Peace will come when the Arabs will love their children more than they hate us. #istandwithisrael #goldameir #loveInstagram
Conformity is the the most powerful ingredient to racism, hatred and xenophobia. God created us all individually as unique as each snow flake and each blade of grass. We must always question everything and everyone, most of all, we just question our own behavior and motives. Why? How? Is that true? Are questions only we can respond to, but we must be true to those answers. Otherwise we are just another voice in a crowd drowned out and insignificant. Be significant! #selflove #truth #faith #neverconformInstagram
Sunday, November 11, 2018
May God protect all the living and somehow stop this devastation. Very scary but the fact that it happens year after year and somehow with all the technology in the world nothing has been created to find a way to extinguish or somehow prevent this from happening, is even more frightening. #santaana #pray #CaliforniaInstagram
Friday, November 09, 2018
Another shooting that steals from the world lives that should not have ended just yet. Innocent human beings shot by a man who was taught to kill and once his job was over was left on his own. #ptsd should be monitored and any soldier returning from a tour should be required to go through therapy. Any license to own any weapon should be revoked. Prayers and hashtagging does nothing to bring back the lives stolen from us. Action must be taken #thousandoaks #life #nomoreprayersInstagram
To everyone regardless of your belief system, gender or whatever...I wish each and everyone a peaceful Sabbath. True peace, rest and to recapture that for from your inner flame. Sometimes it's hard to see in the dark and you need guidance. If anyone needs a friend or an ear or two, reach out to me anytime. I am easily found. In a world filled with close to 9 billion people or so, no one should feel alone. Freddy fzalta@gmail.com #humanity #family #love #nevergiveupInstagram
Thursday, November 08, 2018
French President is paying tribute to a man who was responsible for the deportation of Jews from France, including the Vel’ d’Hiv raid. That raid in 1941, was when Vichy forces gathered over 13,000 Jews, including thousands of women and children, and sent them to the gas chambers at Auschwitz. #WTF (Source: TheJC.com) @let_my_people_know #france🇫🇷 how quickly they forgetInstagram
Wednesday, November 07, 2018
Ready
The temperature is cold and the sky is dark...the morning comes… Birds gossiping in the trees, squirrels mining their acorns and cats moaning in heat. Brooklyn brownstones, streets of cobblestones and the Manhattan Bridge…
When the volume is lowered and the music is barely audible… When the words we try to read look as if they are rained on and blurred out… When the sun shines sporadically and the night comes too early… The radio is blasting out static noises and the television is broadcasting white noisey images. The streets are silent save for the random car traffic. The temperature is cold and the sky is dark...the morning comes… Birds gossiping in the trees, squirrels mining their acorns and cats moaning in heat. Brooklyn brownstones, streets of cobblestones and the Manhattan Bridge… When will I win? When will I win? When… River is dark and rushing along; the bridges tower across it. Young man on a skateboard racing downhill never thinking about the way back up. Street vendors hawking their goods and tourists posing with Freedom behind them. New York City is in black and white today but tomorrow it's forecast to be blue and orange. Brooklyn brownstones, streets of cobblestones and the Brooklyn Bridge… I am ready to win. I am ready to win. I am ready... #punchintheface #freedomInstagram
Tuesday, November 06, 2018
If you love anything or anyone, jump up and down, dance and sing. Love is not something you are entitled to, love is a miraculous ongoing difficult adventure. Love is beautiful and offensive, strenuous and calming, frustrating and pleasurable, misunderstood and so on target. It's rare and it's an emotion we all possess. You just grasp it, you must feel it and you must laugh, cry, feel hurt and be healed. Love... Say it, scream it, write it and sing it. Feel it, believe in it's power to arrive any moment, because it will, just keep your heart open for it. Love, ha, it really can make one hurt so much... Separations, phone calls unanswered, letters returned and unrequited kisses and hugs. But if you have it inside of you, it can never leave you. If you love a walk in the park when it's raining and cold, then walk in the park when it's raining and cold. If you love to watch Seinfeld over and over because it still makes you laugh, then watch it over and over. If you love to look into her eyes and swim inside of her, then look into her eyes and never look away. Watch the children play, watch old loves walking hand in hand, hell, watch the Mets play. Love... There are no limits only the ones you place upon yourself. #love #changetheworldInstagram
Monday, November 05, 2018
Saturday, November 03, 2018
Thursday, November 01, 2018
Sensories in Life
roll up them shades and feel the breath of the sun upon your skin
Where is the warm breeze, where is the sun? Song in your head, keeps repeating itself. There is a leaf, blown in while the door was open, it's yellow with brown edges. Her image in your head, it just keeps popping up. There is a scar upon my chest it must have happened when I was asleep. 50 years and it went so fast. Too many people come and gone, vacancies which can never be filled. Empty rooms with rolled down shades, cold breezes and ice on the windows. Song in my head now, can you see her smile, now? I can hear her laughter in my head, I can see her running to the falls, clothes falling to the passing ground, I can see her disappearing and me standing there lost for words. Morning comes, she wakes me with her kiss… Say goodbye to the night, say goodbye to the dark, roll up them shades and let the sun shine in. Let, the sun shine in. Like a song, that won't leave your head, like her smile and the dreams of her living in the real world, like the clouds blowing away, time flying, sun is shining… Feel the sun. Feel the sun. Let the sun shine in. #alive #love #warmth #sunInstagram
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