Sunday, October 30, 2016

The Truth Is to Late Night Snack with Henry 
A son shares a terrible secret with his mother 
A basketball team shares their secrets with a new reporter 


The Truth Is (poem) 

Come hold me again my sweet mother
The son you once knew long ago
What hand shaped this world we now live in
The truth is we don’t really know
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Remember the days I first met her
When nothing could pull us apart
Every street every corner would echo
A beauty had captured his heart
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Remember that last night together
When you heard her sad tale of woe
What took place much later that evening
The truth is we don’t really know
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The officials say that I killed her
My fingerprints were on the knife
But something else shrouded my vision
I could not take my lover’s life
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With handcuffs they came to arrest me
My madness and teardrops did flow
They say as I fled some were injured
The truth is we don’t really know
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My story all over the news now
Each headline much grander than next
The truth of a moment grows cloudy
As by needs of greedy I’m vexed
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Come muffle my screams my sweet mother
And tell me my world isn’t so
Is this dawn of evermore’s nightmare
The truth is we don’t really know


A mother's love for her son adds confusion to this poem. A son visits his mother. Something terrible has happened to his girlfriend and all evidence points to the him. When the police try apprehend him, he escaped and people got hurt. Imagine the mother. For better or worse, this was her son. 

I met Pat when I was in the 8th grade. He was an exceptional friend. Pat was always there if we needed him. If any of us felt doubt, Pat would fill us with confidence and a "can do" attitude. In his 20s, Pat bought his mother a house and took excellent care if his sister and her son. Where he got is money, no one cared. He was a major supporter and donor of a Mission district youth group as well as an organisation that fed the needy. Pat was very generous. Then the rumors started. Pat was making is money in drugs. Strange, as Pat stopped using drugs years ago. Those of us who were close to him just didn't care. To us, he was just Pat. Then came the news: Pat was shot and killed by the police. The story of Pat's death varied, depending on who one heard it from. His family said Pat was set up by the police, who wanted him dead. The news said, it was Pat who started the shot out, when the police came to arrest him as a murder suspect. 

There is him and there is him. If the world wasn't complicated enough, there is our perception of it. As great as we are, our senses are limited. In addition to our natural limits, there are other factors that cloud our perception: like illusions, memories, feelings and needs. Let's look at how a brain works. We meet a person and immediately the brain tries to classify them. Are they male or female? How are they dressed? How do they carry themselves? The brain does this to make communication effective. As the brain learns more, it replaces speculation with "facts". If the person reminds us of someone, the brain adds colors to "facts". Smell your favorite cologne? More colors. Hungry? More colors. It is different for different brains. So what can we do? Be aware. Rather than fighting, use the energy to focus awareness. I wish I could tell you that all this will make your brain better. Our brains are really quite impressive. The world we see is us, so Enjoy. 


Talk about memories: Artie Shaw & His Orchestra "Nightmare" 

We ever wanted a fresh look at our sports stars 


Two leagues called the National Basketball League (NBL) and the Basketball Association of America (BAA) merged after the 1948-49 season to become today's National Basketball Association (NBA). The Chicago Bulls want to make basketball even better. They believe,to do this it is important that their fans know the players better. To accomplish this the Bulls ave decided to bring in a fresh new view in sports reporters. 
So meet Henry. "Late Night Snack with Henry"



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The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom 
of which you will always find forgiveness. 
Honore de Balzac

24 comments:

  1. Hello, sometimes it is hard to believe someone we know so well and love could do anything bad. Since I am a mother and have a son, I especially feel for any mother who has deal with something so horrible. Awesome poem! Thanks for sharing. Happy Sunday, enjoy your new week ahead!

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    1. Thank you for this marvelous insight.
      You have a great week too

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  2. Yeah, sometimes the brain goes the wrong route for the right reasons and others time the right route for the wrong reasons, in the end we get there though, not always liking what we determine fact.

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    1. Thank you for supporting this editions thought and adding your own spark

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  3. A sad story and one going on all over the world. That would be terrible for the mother who, of course, loves her son, no matter what.

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    1. I can tell, from your words. you were really touched
      Take a deep breath and be thankful
      Thank you

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  4. The brain is a complex labyrinth. Navigation can be tricky at times.

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    1. Great way of putting it
      Thank you for your support

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  5. I have often wondered what it would be like to be a parent in this situation...

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    1. Let us be grateful this is left to the world of wonder
      Thank you for stopping by

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  6. Such a sad illustration that 'no man is an island' and of the many facetted nature of truth.

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    1. That it really happened at all...
      Thank you for your company

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    1. Thank you for stopping by
      Always a pleasure to hear from you

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  8. You conveyed the story so well. I totally understood before I read the explanation.

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    1. Mothers are so special
      Thank you for your compliment

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  9. sad story as well as sad poem.
    your story about that great guy Pat and particularly the way he was murdered by police in weird circumstances reminded me the almost everyday situation in my country where to hide actual criminals police murder the innocent youngsters to accomplish that they have succeeded to overcome the crimes in the city and every day so many heart get broken with unbearable pain of the families of the victims

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    1. Wow,quite a similarity. Makes one wonder.
      Thank you for this fabulous insight

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  10. How poignant and beautiful the poem is. Fascinating thoughts on fostering awareness as well...

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  11. It is sad that it should happen, more so for a mother to comprehend! Great lines Martin!

    Hank

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    1. I agree. Pat's mom was sweet to all of us
      Thank you

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  12. Heart rendering poem. Life is so short, only memories live, people die.

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    1. Thank you for this important reflection

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