Not all Roses are Red and not all Blooms are Blue...

A rose by any other name is still the same. In America it's spelled Rose and the French spell it Roz, in Africa it is  Gestyg and Great Britain left me wondering. 

I don't really have a favorite color or flower when it comes to blooms, I love them all. Blooms are colorful, cheerful and the different colors are never boring. And they help with pollination I think so or maybe it's pollination that helps the plants to grow and feed us all. And a dozen on my birthday will bring a smile to my face.

If only we would at least try and see the same beauty in people no matter the color of their skin, forget about the texture of hair or lack thereof and look beyond the cover and deep into the heart of another. If we could only learn to work together we may have flying cars that we can go under water in, to a certain depth. But because we dismiss each other so swiftly and kill so easily the world is suffering and people are still trying to get to the moon so they can try and say they own that to. I forgot the flag that was planted on the moon is supposed to guarantee ownership if it ever becomes habitable, I bought my share.

I am  trying so hard to grow up, but I'm afraid once I get grown the Earth may be desolate and dark and dreary and uninhabitable. But since it is my home and home to so many we will have no choice but to live here in rubbish and stones from all the wars that are going on and all the killing that we endure everyday. Who will be here to answer the phone when I get a problem with my internet. Who will be here to answer my nine one one call if I have a slip and fall, who will answer me when I need a refill for my medications or who will be here to manufacture those pills I need or the depends I need and who will fix my car or do my hair and nails and who will pack my food in cans and who will deliver it to the market, who I ask, who?  A Rose maybe, or a flower or will my grandchildren and all their peers and all those their age stand the test of time and make it in spite of the fact they are not on the most endangered species list.

It want be Travon Martin who was stalked and murdered while walking from a convenience story minding his own business, or Justine Ruszczyk aka Justine Diamond who called nine one one to report a possible sexual assault only to be gunned down by the police, or Mike Brown who was gunned down by the police while he held his hands above his head or Jeremy Miller who was found hanging in his front yard, nor will it be Ms. Katherine Johnson who was gunned down in her own home by the police. It want be that fetus that has no rights at all because it is not called a baby, that fetus may be the Rock Hudson of Science and Medicine. It want be Liberty German or Abigail Williams nor will it be Jon Bonnet Ramsey, murdered in her basement home, nor will it be Ms Bill Farrar, my next door neighbor who was gunned down on the forth of July on my grandparents front porch in front of all of us. Either one of these people could have been the next real solution to a shit load of small problems, even flying cars. As you can see I want my own flying car.

Please stop fishing for things that are not there, not all black people are evil thieves and not all white people are evil racist, not all Africans are Muslims and not all skies are blue, not all clouds are white and not all Roses are Red and not all Blooms are Blue.

I wonder how successful the underground railroad would have been if people from all walks of life had refused to work together? Most people are boring and have nothing interesting to say unless it is dragging someone else by the ankles hooked to a wagon and then it will be a he said she said or the TV said kind of shit, no one want to take responsibility. And all the rappers are rapping about how swollen they pockets are and will step on anyone's head just to get a little higher above the crowd. But it is called entertainment for a reason.

When I first started at this years ago I had noting much to say, pretty much the same way this year. I was lost in my feelings, still is. But I have a lot to say and don't know how to say it or where to begin and most days I don't really want to talk to anyone about my real feeling because they will change the subject because they are all bored with me and my craziness and so am I. When I get home I just want to sit here and be quiet and listen to music or look at TV. But my family want allow it, and that alone can be tiring and aggravating to the point where I get tired and ready for my own place, hopefully it want take to much longer to get my car and a place.

When I think about living alone, I think about all the things I want have to do anymore, but then I think those are the things I am used to and I may not like living alone as much as I think I will, I know I will be thrilled not to have to see blood from meat in my kitchen or dripping from a tray of meat in the fridge.

I can say I do like talking the backseat to my current situations, I don't have any bills in my name and I love it. I have taken the lead for so many years and now I don't have to and it feels kinda good not to have any bills in my name, but I still feel the nudge from being the sole bread winner for so many years. And there is that fear of the bills not being paid.

 Where were we, oh, we were talking about different colors, and shapes, and sizes in this body we all call a world or Mother Earth, but I think she is both male and female, being able to reproduce without a man, who needs a man, well I do and did and am thankful for men and the fact without men it would be a different kind of boring, but I do want that one I consider special so I can get rid of that boredom I suffer from called lack of dickophobia.

And how very dull the world would be and boring and so depressing to me if it was all gray and blah and no color nor any clarity just a dull gray with a mist in the air. I can only imaging what it would look like after a war but my mind yells gray all gray after all the dust and smoke settles once mankind have blown it up with nuclear weapons and weapons of mass destruction and bombs and bullets and evil deeds one towards others, talking about a purge, I'm talking about sending all the guards home from the prisons and opening the doors and declaring a get even purge. How many prisoners would be brave enough to leave the cell block. Oh and what a pickle we would be in if the Sun were to blow up, how long do you think we would survive. No need to kill off each other if we keep on living we gone die one day anyways so stop shortening the time of others.

But since I'm crazy I see things as black and white and fifty fifty anyways, go figure.

To see the same face everywhere I look would drive me crazy. Is true some people are more attractive than others, but I still love their uniqueness and the fact I can recognize then. How would I describe the bank robber from Joe Blow or Jack Rabbit if they all look the same.

Apples are red and roses are too, red, yellow and green but no blue. Some sweet as sugar while others are tart like a lemon ,crab apples, not sweet like a persimmons. They all different, but yet they all the same, apples, who knew, it's insane.

No matter where we go and how different people are, we know a human when we see one no matter the color the shape or the size, or how they cook, eat, or look, because not all Roses are Red and not all Blooms are Blue.

WE all eat watermelon, who knew...