We Are The State Of The Union__Gun Violence

There is a state of emergency. Look around this room at the many lives left in shambles. In DEATH we have formed a coalition. Our love ones state of mind will not bear the cross of shame nor sin but can rise in grace and Lift Every Voice and SING.
The purpose of our DEATH is not to DESPAIR but to plant the seed for the new grade A__ACCOUNTABILITY. Our bodies now lies in a permanent state of rest. Our souls and spirit have formed a more perfect union in order to establish justice, challenge and champion gun violence, an ensure peace and tranquility to WE THE PEOPLE and OUR NATION. We Are The State Of the Union.

Many tears have fallen to earth as our bodies were transformed and the mist of our last breath was taken. We have become your windshield wipers of VISIBILITY. In DEATH we have band together to become ONE. We are not gone, we will not be forgotten, we are strong, and our voices will be heard. We are not INVISIBLE. We Are The State Of The Union.

The state of our nation can use its pervasive powers to change gun violence. FAILURE and FEAR has been challenged by a new FACE. DEATH placed emphasis on the grade of F and now F is the FORCE to be reckoned with. The broken hearts of the lives who advocate for us has organized to diminish the gun violence to give an extension of life to our FUTURE generation. Our Carnage left many minds in a state of confusion and chaos. From state to state the emptiness of our massive loss has dealt a mighty blow to the ones we left behind. It will be forever etched in the minds and hearts of WE THE PEOPLE and OUR NATION. No actions were taken when the body count added up. It took the DEATH of small innocent children to ROCK THE CRADLE and leave an impression that guns were more important. It raised the question in many minds across the nation: Are the lives of the children and the teachers not the number one priority? In DEATH our spirits have MOVE FORWARD. We Are The State Of The Union.

Our voices will resonate a cry for CHANGE. The shriveled minds of NEGATIVITY shall follow the leaders of PROGRESSIVENESS and blossom. All in TIME the pollination of HOPE will endure the seeds of growth. We are the AMENDMENT to the PREAMBLE of a CONSTITUTION MOVING FORWARD FOR LIFE. Our souls have UNIONIZED IN DEATH. WE THE PEOPLE must UNIONIZE IN LIFE. We Are The State Of The Union.

Dedicated to the Victims of GUN VIOLENCE and any Violence which cost a HUMAN LIFE. Press On! To the Parents of Sandy Hook, Tuscon Arizona, Chicago, Sanford Florida, Kansas City, Newtown Connecticut, Littleton Colorado, Aurora, Atlanta, and every city and state which has been struck by gun violence.

Press On! President Obama, Vice President Joe Biden, and Mayor Bloomberg

From My Heart To Your Heart

A giant boulder has collided with my heart. I was unable to write the VALENTINE’S DAY STORY last year Three days shy of Cupid shooting his arrow. A special arrow fell to earth with an invitation attached for Whitney Houston. It was TIME for her to board her flagship and command her fleet. The USS-NIPPY now awaits an ICON who will make her permanent entrance as an ADMIRAl. ADMIRAL Whitney Houston realized the embracement of her invitation would pierce the hearts and devastate the lives of many. It is TIME for her to navigate uncharted waters and find her way home. It is hard to believe the GRAMMY’S have rolled around once again and WHITNEY will not be there to bellow out those tremendous notes. Her present will always remain and her soul is released and now unchained.

A high piercing note was struck and it went passed 11 seconds. It wasn’t Whitney Houston singing the Star Spangled Banner but the media televising her exit from this life a year ago. One year has gone by already and today Whitney is three days shy of breaking the hearts of many who loved and adored her. The high notes from her voice sent a rush of blood through my heart causing my heart to palpitate sending my ticktock into shock.

The day she sang the National Anthem her commanding performance took me back in TIME. She could resurrect a crowd with her voice which sent shock waves across the world. Whitney Houston touched off the deepest emotions locked away behind many viewers fortresses.

Her voice open a gateway to our suffering, sorrow, and pain. What about her sorrow, suffering, and pain? Whitney could bring the HUMAN FACTOR out and make you revisit avenues where you no longer wanted your mind to intersect with your heart.

“THE GREATEST LOVE OF ALL,” her daughter, BOBBI-KRISTINA BROWN, had to endure ISOLATION. Conditions are not favorable and the grief for Whitney Houston’s daughter and her family has push through 1 year. Although the tide of pain has probably felt like a LIFE TIME of suffering, with the help of GOD, many friends, and extended family they will make it through their darkest hours.

From My Heart To Your Heart it is TIME to deal with MONSTER BLAME. MONSTER BLAME creeps into our lives at the most inconvenient TIME. It is TIME for another Tour of Duty. OPRAH and TYLER PERRY has reached out to help your daughter and family deal with this horrible creature so their souls can be released and not be wrapped in the chains of pain that weights them like an ANCHOR. So many parents feel the weight of these chains and bare the pressure of the ANCHOR. To the parents of SANDY HOOK, HIDIYA PENDLETON, JORDON DAVIS, TREYVON MARTIN, and the many souls that has boarded your ship “I LOOK TO YOU.”

There are so many bleeding hearts that are totally broken. A new crew recently boarded your flagship to hear you give a stellar performance. Blanket their souls with the smoothness of your voice and steal their hearts with the warmness of your exquisite smile. FROM MY HEART TO YOUR HEART just as you would sing to BOBBI-CHRISTINA, “YOUR LOVE IS MY LOVE.”

Dedicated to the Family of WHITNEY HOUSTON and special prayers to her daughter, BOBBI-CHRISTINA. Revisit https://nldrecognition.wordpress.com and read The DASH BEFORE THE DISTANCE located in the February 2012 archives dedicated to Whitney Houston.

Brought To You By The Letter C

I don’t drink Coffee but I did bring my hot Chocolate. I forgot you are lactose intolerance. I’ll be right back. It will only take a minute to fix you a smoothie. I promise I will not add any yogurt. Fruit on the rocks with papaya mango juice and your favorite Cinnamon-raison bagel to boot. I haven’t forgotten your favorites. It is TIME for our Conversation and I know you have been very worried. My Cranial is protecting my brain from being bomb-rushed. My heart has been exposed to the intense pain of the Crime, the Count, the Coroner arriving at the scene of our Children’s deaths. The Candle wax is running down my hand. I am so numb from all of the Candlelight Visuals I have attended. To make sure there is nothing wrong with this hand I switched over to my left side. It didn’t matter what hand I used. I couldn’t feel the warmth or recognized whether or not the Candle had burned me.

What! Don’t let my sense of normal leak out. I am now digging into my inner heart in search of Compassion. Remember when my legs was hanging over the gurney and the doctor kept asking me could I feel any pain when he was jabbing my feet with his famous foot hammer. I was so glad to feel pain because if I didn’t there may have been a Chance that the next person or doctor I could be staring at was vascular. Something terrible happens when the veins Close down. No matter what image you try to Cast those doctors know if you are hiding something.
That blockage Causes Circulatory problems, major shutdowns, and then flatline. This mimics the behavior of our Constituents across the isles. It was absolutely horrible when the Constituents placed a war on women’s heads. It got even worse when Cantor single out a Community of women whom he didn’t feel worthy of protection.

Out of the womb of a mother a Child is born only to be placed on this earth for a very short period of TIME. Bull manure! As a mother I thought I would go before my Children. They would have their whole life ahead of them. The math was for me to live out their age and for them to reach my destination and go where no man has gone before. Our Children has paid the Consequences of the wars that Carl Rove thinks he can mend. It doesn’t matter what Class you attend the opportunity was given and they failed in the end. It will take many years for the Conservatives to ascend because of their lies and Cheating has Cost them their win. It will be hard as hell for the Changing demographics to recover from the intended sins of a Complacent Congress. This is the Conservative Comfort zone. They cannot move forward and this is where the Conservatives belong.

When we touched basis you were surprise I hadn’t written a Super Bowl story. The days were passing by and I had not written a story since the 21st of January. I’m Cool. I haven’t Tweeted lately but you know I will. There is no brain freeze here. I was Concentrating on the gun violence that has played a major role and has taken a dramatic toll on the lives of many young souls. The loss of so many young lives places a suit of armor around the heart of each parent. As TIME weighs in the healing process will begin. This is what I want parents to understand. Allow yourself to reach out for your Coat. Years will pass and the pain will diminish and you now can reach out for your jacket. More years will go by and you will reach for your windbreaker as you settle up with the pain. You will be able to laugh, smile, joke about the ones who have gone before you. One day you will have more control over the tears that will flow. It will not be today.

I thought it was hard raising Children. It has been more devastating watching parents burying their Children. You have been there for your brother and showed strength and Courage, Compassion, and the greatest Comprehension that a grand guardian could ever demonstrate. I remember once you told me that you didn’t want any Children because it was hard being responsible for yourself. It made me so proud to hear you take responsibility for your life and the life that you could not afford. Toure and MHP came forth and they each addressed a very personal part of their life. I was so proud as a mother and a granny to hear them take responsibility. Never let the moment go by to acknowledge people when they have set the tone be honored and place before the throne. Before I could put a period at the end of that sentence, Toure being Toure made me laugh and think about this. What! Somebody mother or granny place me on the toilet. No Toure! I heard you loud and clear. Smooth operator pressing the gray suit with style and grace.

Kynny, I was concern the battles you had fought over your brother whenever someone would try to tease him of his awkwardness would wear and tear on your spirit. I thought you would get tired but you never swayed once. You delivered a very powerful message. You turn to me that day and you said to me, “Mom let not your heart be troubled I got this”. Which would be harder? Is it watching your brother struggle from developing friends and relationship? Is it watching your brother not getting the opportunity to grow up? Is it the CHALLENGE of the COMMUNITY, where I have struggled and watched the CORONER, pick up the body of one of my friends. Days down the road our Community is holding a CANDLELIGHT VISUAL and a CROSS is placed where my friend took his last breath. The next day we are headed for the CHURCH to say our final CONDOLENCES, and from there to the CEMETERY to say goodbye to my COMRADE. We must CONTINUE TO COMMUNICATE and stay on top of the gun laws. Brought To You By The Letter C.

Dedicated to the family of HIDIYA PENDLETON.