Wednesday, April 29, 2015

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The Temptress On You Tube Still A Work in Progress
Temptress (Thought About Using It In Film About Mary Magdalen)
Flowers for Mom
I'm A writer Not A Fighter
Street Angel
Strengths of Government Housing vs Pitfalls
Draft (Not printed yet)
Rebel Man
Baby I'll Be Your Beacon
Woven Dreams
Two Bullets And A Chair
A Slap In The Face
Great Movies
Draft (not printed)
Clayton Klein Passed Away On Sunday
Coincidence
Graphic Visual Video I Accidentally Viewed
Resume Gap and Finding A Job
Libraries Are The Refuge of the Homeless
Oh for the Young
www.facebook.com/Angelicguitars
Protecting Self: Do I Hold Back?
John Lennon's "Imagine"
Tags On My Clothes
**Believing In Yourself When The World Says...**  (I recommend reading)
The Veterans You Never See
Father David Survived A Bullet
I Closed My Father's Eyes
Suicide of a Friend
New Year's Eve 2014
Holocaust: Jewish Russian Eyes
Oliver Twist and I could have been Soul Mates
The Potential Within
Babushka
Homelessness comes to my door
Voice of the Troubadour
One of Many
Old Man
Cultural Crossings
Realities of War
Reflections On Growing Old
Heaven's Child
Muhammad Ali
Insurrection in China

Sunday, April 26, 2015

The Temptress On You Tube Still A Work in Progress

My daughter has collaborated with me to bring the song I envision in a movie about Mary Magdalen of the Bible in modern times.  My hope is to collaborate with others to produce a film about how women wind up in the streets and human trafficking.  The film will also address how those of different Faiths and different countries respond to such a situation. https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=the+temptress+michelle+graham

Monday, April 20, 2015

The Temptress (Song Needs Work: Thought About Using It In Film About Mary Magdalen)

The Temptress by Madeleine Graham
Em               G            D           Em    
I'll be your illusion if only for awhile

Em                 G                  D                      Em  
There will be no confusion in the morning light

Em                       G
Come and dance with me

D                    Em
I will set you free

Em                       G           D               Em
Come and dance with me no responsibilities


          C                                       Am
(R) This temptress will undress you

      Em                                        C   Cm                                    Em
      dream of the lover that you see while you have your way with me


Em             G            D                    Em

And in the daybreak you can walk away

Em   G      D                        Em

No words you will have to say

Em             G                 D                Em      
I will play the part and never break your heart.


(R)


Em        G   D              D
In my arms you can let go

Em        G   D          D
In my arms no will be told

Em                         G
You can rest your fears

D                        D
I'll be your love child


(R)

Em       G           D                        Em
No obligations, commitments or ties

Em                 G               D                          Em
Release your inhibitions let your mind run wild


(R)


Em                    G     D                Em
In the morning light simply slip away

Em                     G                       D                  Em
You'll have the memories of the love that we made


(R)


Em       G           D                        Em
No obligations, commitments or fears

Em           G     D                       Em
I'll be the love who simply disappeared

Em       G            D                       Em
No obligations, commitments or fears
The Temptress by Madeleine Graham
Em           G                               Em
I'll be the love who simply disappeared.



*Written for guitar, may be listened to on Myspace.com under "Temptress" Madeleine Graham  https://myspace.com/manage/music

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Flowers for Mom

A part of me always wanted to rescue Mom from the troubles that forced her into institutionalized living for the majority of her life.  It took me a long time to reconcile my emotions to the fact that sometimes it is not possible.

Though my father, too suffered from mental illness, he was, despite hospitalizations, able to retain a position in sales with J.L. Hudson's.  He wanted to advance his career to management, but was unable to do so because of the restraints in his life.  He also had thought about schooling, but his responsibilities were many.  He was a lifelong member of the Disabled American Veteran's (DAV), which provided the means for him to care for us as best he could.  There was disappointment in Dad's life, but his faith sustained him in the face of adversity.

As I indicated before, all of us, children, were placed in an orphanage until we matured enough to take care of ourselves.  I was twelve when I went home.  It was truly a traumatic experience.  I never shared with my folks how overwhelming it was.  On the last day at the orphanage, I was so stressed I punched a girl who was my friend.  I begged her not to tell and she didn't.  I was running to look out the window for my parents and quickly dashed back to the playroom, when I saw the car, to act like nothing was happening.  At seven, my parents were set to have me go home, and my mother had even taken me to see the school where I would attend.  On my birthday, she again became ill; however, so I could not go home.

There was a time that I was hospitalized at the very same institution as my mother though in different wards, but I would see her.  The sad thing was she really did not acknowledge me.  There was a lady my mother felt comfortable talking to and she essentially ignored me.  We actually had a class together where we took a test on medications and drugs.  I got them all right and Mother missed one. The one she missed was that smoking was actually a drug.

I came to realize I could not help Mom get out of the hospital by being in it with her, so I followed the steps and was released.  Imagine how messed up my thinking was on that one.  Mom had also been hospitalized at St. Lawrence, but not at the same time as myself.  When Mom passed away in August 2005, around the same time as my birthday, I went through the motions of going to the funeral and paused over her casket at the back of the Church before it was closed.  She looked beautiful, with a pink suit-coat and skirt.  Her hair and makeup were perfect.  I had not gone to the funeral home deliberately, because it would have been too much for me.  I didn't want to have to talk to anyone at the funeral home. For those of you who are not Catholic, a funeral is usually a three day event.  

I had been attacked by a rabid bat, and had forgotten to get the last shot, but I was only a day or two late when I remembered after Mom's funeral.  The story of bats will have to wait for another day.  At any rate, December rolled around in 2005, and yes, I spent Christmas hospitalized, but I was unable to express to the staff what was going on.  I had my meltdown from Mom's passing.  I was upset while at the hospital because the occupational therapist was not putting newspaper to cover the brand new white tables when projects were being done.  I was washing each table to try desperately to keep them clean.  I took styrofoam cups and made crepe paper flowers for Mom and placed them on each table.  I could not explain to the staff why I had done it.  The flowers stayed on the tables for a very long time.  Again I was released.

On another occasion, St. Lawrence Hospital did not monitor my response to medications close enough and I nearly died. The nurse called, Dr. Barberio, who actually did not support her, at the time, I know because she later told me.  I don't blame him, he's human.  Thankfully though, she had enough sense to call an ambulance and have me transferred to their medical facility.  My family was called, and they were informed to say goodbye at Sparrow Hospital, where I had been transferred. Well, God must have a purpose for me here because once again I survived.  I suffered neuroleptic malignant syndrome from Zyprexa. When I was transferred back to St. Lawrence, I was released with no medications after three days.

I am in a good place emotionally now and 1000 mg of Depakote sustains me.  I take 500 mg bid at night, and I am good to go.  I do drink coffee (2) cups and I am trying to break my addiction to diet soda where I drink (1) a day because I know my bones are rotting.  The soda is very difficult to break for some reason. 

My life seems to be coming full circle now.  I am divorced, but my children know that though my marriage was not what I desired for them or myself, I have emerged as a better person.  I am the skipping stone who will always be listening for their voices no matter where I am or where they are. When I am gone and a skipping stone is sent threw the water, I will be the ripples sending frequencies far and wide.  I believe we are our brother's keeper and my commitment now is to improve the lives of all by being an example of solemnity to my experience, while a champion for human dignity.





Monday, April 6, 2015

Street Angel

My Angel roams the streets tonight
And I do not know where she sleeps
She's not a woman of the streets
Come home to me woman child
My Angel child
Come home to me woman child

My Angel roams the streets tonight
And I do not know how I can help her
Where she sleeps or who she sleeps with
Who's she's with
Or if she is alive or dead

My Angel roams the streets tonight
And I cannot sleep
So I write this song
With the heartache in my soul
For the little girl
I raised and I know

Her mind confused so she does not know where to go
My little girl who has grown
The system let her down
And she does not know where to turn
So she wanders in the night
My Angel girl I do pray for  you to be alright
safe and warm tonight
I cannot protect you from what you'll see
My Angel girl I do pray
That you are alright safe and warm tonight

My little Angel girl
My little Angel girl
One day I hope you'll share your story
Let the world know what is wrong

But for now my little girl know that I am near
Praying for you little girl
At this hour I do not know
But I believe one day
You'll come back to me
But I believe one day
You'll come back to me

Oh, Oh
Minds in a world wind and I don't know how to help you
Minds in a world wind and I don't know what do to help you get through
My arms are open wide for the little girl I call my Angel

I believe you'll come back to me
My little Angel Girl
I believe you'll come back to me
My pretty blue eyed babe
My little Angel girl
I believe you'll come back to me



*This song was composed on actual events.  No parent, especially a mother, should have to be burdened with a missing child (adult or otherwise).  The mental health system is broken on so many levels that it is a travesty.  I am fortunate that My Angel found her way back to me through a series of difficult events.