Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Profile: A.C.T.O.P…is A Certain Type of Person!


What triggers, within an individual who wishes for the demise or dismissal of another?  Throughout the history of humankind, certain characteristics in the personality of ACTOP portend the likelihood that he or she will be of that ilk.  Who would want to watch, with glee, someone else, not succeed?  What lies in the heart of any of mankind, to wish a bad outcome? 
     Jealousy, envy, fear and the ever-present hypocrisy most often top the list of personality traits one can subscribe to ACTOP as he or she is likely to exhibit any or all of these traits at some point and time in the subtle divulgence of his or her disposition and development for desiring cursed outcome toward happenstance of another. 
     Jealousy; the cornerstone of the make-up of ACTOP who views the success of another through a fracturing emotional prism, is seeing the ‘Successful’s’ ill-perceived luck, advantage or heredity as the foundation of that success.  It often masks the reality of ACTOP’s sub-conscious awareness; a recognition on an intellectual level that unfavorably evaluates ACTOP’s preparation and effort! He or she didn’t capitalize on an opportunity to strike while the iron was hot and it is known.  The unspoken but internally acknowledged fact that the success of the person is simply that there is someone who is better-suited or more qualified than you.
     Envy, the emotion masked by the wry smile, manifesting itself only in the company of ACTOP who shares the emotion; all with the same deep-seated anxiety that festers just below the surface of that smile.  It says so much while uttering no sound! “I wish I could do that.  I wish I could do what he does, have what she has; be who they are!  Alas, I don’t have the skill, the know-how or the daring and I envy the possession of those skills.  How does one gain them?” 
     Fear, while often found to be the trait best hidden in ACTOP, eventually, will rear its ugly head once it becomes identified as the result of that sad failing; the principal factor to ACTOP’s inability to succeed and achieve to a higher capacity! 
     Then hypocrisy, finally; the finality of the mindset of ACTOP who says, out loud, to anyone who will listen, “I really don’t care!”
     A certain type of person fits the detailed profile, presented, and several of them are vying for political office on city, state and federal levels in the upcoming months and years.  There may not be a profile of the ideal candidate for any and all positions of power, forthcoming, nationwide but I know we have to, first, get gone with the individuals that fit this one…and there are a few!




Friday, May 6, 2011

When Words Cannot Express the Depths of My Appreciation…I Try!


Her hands!  The soothing, satisfying touch that made all things better; all hurts and pains recede.  To describe what it felt like to be touched by her hands.  Warm, soft, caresses that applied lotion, powder and Love!  She brushed my hair after adding a bit of hair ointment to soften the pull; it made me feel so good.  And she told me I was her handsome, wonderful son!  I will always love you, mom!
Her smile!  She lit up my world with it, accompanied by a quick wink; we shared a secret bond, our birthdays just a day apart.  I was her Virgo man and we understood each other with no words spoken.  I lived to see that smile; still do!  Smile again, mother!
Her voice spoke to me, at times, well above my years with a tone and timber, soft and modulated; sing-song and with truth.  I know of no lie ever uttered by that voice.  Her command of the language of a mother, filled with love, guidance and concern that I should hear and understand each syllable uttered; she had nothing but my best interests in her heart.  You are amazing, Ma!
Her body…my shield!  She stood in defense of me against any and all who, ill-advised, would think to do me harm.  Sometimes, even myself!  “You’ll have to go through me to do it!”  What courage on display with the intent, only to protect me.  What would I do without you, my warrior Queen!
Wisdom, worn quietly, of experiences I could only fathom.  A child of segregation and hatred remembered but not allowed to fester and ruin her greater belief that something, someone more powerful than any man, ruled and would have the final say!  I feel you, Lady!
What can I say of the heart of a being so touched with goodness that, even her anger was a caress?  She chastised me and all I could do was acquiesce; beg her forgiveness because the last thing I’d ever wanted to do was disappoint her!  Thank you so much, Momma! 

My life because of you, was, is and will always be triumphant!
Happy Mother’s Day from your son, Anthony Paul!




Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Is Anyone Listening...?

You tell me; I’ll tell you…

What is it like to compete
with advantages so complete
that you simply just have to show up
to be awarded the golden cup?

For me, you know what its like?
It’s like trying to ride a bike;
uphill on tires sans spokes
and a chain that’s rusted and broke!

What is it like to be blessed
an audience, the leader’s behest? 
Your presence, the primaries reason;
the party, the height of the season!

For me, likely, ne’er that scene!
More aptly, some foolish dream. 
Cold water usurping my slumber
and dark, the cloud I’d be under.

What feeling please tell ‘bout inclusion;
your smile is no mere illusion. 
For me, naught but a frown. 
My spirit’s not lifted, but down.

What is it, to really belong;
they regale you with loud sweet song? 
For me, all I hear; a groan
or bad news over the phone.

What is it like to be taught
the world is your oyster; wars fought?
And, in spite of our fathers who died
for me, never the winning side!

… The Poor, feeling in our America!