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It's not about doing over the living room of someone who has bad taste in color. This is about restoring historic buildings and instilling pride in a community, which can be done through designing new public spaces and social gathering spots.

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Stories Of Hope Series #10 Escaping The Ghetto

Living in the ghettos in the big city
Rats and roaches was his company
No one to turn to, nothing to see
Living in poverty and misery.

A wife and two teenage girls is what made his world.
When he had made his wedding vows
He did not expect a change from then to now.

People losing their jobs every day
Hours being cut, and drops in pay.
He thought he had the future in his hands
But with life it’s just a scam.

From the suburbs to the ghetto streets
But he landed on his feet.
He found out that anyone can get
To the low point in life.
Where it affects him, his children, his wife.

Everything had to be put in storage
And then finally sold.
His furniture, his personal possessions
And what ever gold.

Surrounded by so many people in the same boat
He had to find a way to stay afloat.
He found other people who felt the same as he
And was tired of living in this poverty.

They decided to pool their monies every week
A new way of living they would seek.
They decided that abandoned buildings
And homes was the way to go.
And recognition the banks would soon know.

Every house and building they redid
With pride and care, and with the community
Their work they’d share.
Soon the entire community started
To take pride, and real estate they
Started to buy.

Now this community is the best around
Better homes can not be found.
HOPE, LOVE, PRIDE, DETERMINATION
Made this fantastic creation.
If they can do it, so can you
You just have to follow through.

Not many people do get out.
But this is what HOPE,
and DETERMINATION is all about.

poem by Louis Rams
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Ouray, America

Ouray is a historic city in Colorado
It really takes you back a step
The buildings are very old and charming
For that is exactly the way it was kept

In 1975, the prospectors arrived
As they were looking for silver and gold
The history of Ouray, Colorado
Is the kind that history books have told

Way up in the rugged mountains
Is where this city is found
Can you imagine what it was like
To build a city on unstable ground?

It’s exciting, don’t you think?
To visit rugged historic spaces
Ouray, a city in America
Is one of those special places!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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A healthy social life is found only, when in the mirror of each soul the whole community finds its reflection, and when in the whole community the virtue of each one is living.

quote by Rudolf Steiner
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Typically, an historic site is considered by the National Park Service to contain a single historical feature, while generally a National Historic Park extends beyond single properties or buildings.

quote by Rick Renzi
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The Gathering

There was a gathering of time
in odd spaces.

There was a gathering of spaces
seeking my time, your time, our time.

There was a gathering of the Saving Graces
which bid us to lie down with peace
to bloom in time and space.

This was a gathering of hopes and dreams
in a space, in a time
with an individualized saving grace.

In gathering it seems-
if we come with only our individual sense
of time, space and grace-
we will have not gathered at all
and will have only succumbed to Sweet Ironic Irony.

'Place then' he said
'your eyes upon the Sun
and know that life is such that
sometimes you must be the moon.

'Place then' he said' your hand
knowing your space
sometimes
in life
must be our space or no space at all.'

'How' we all said
'is this trick to be done? '

He said 'no trick. It is the essence of all things
not only to change
but to be in essence
more than one thing;
even to be more than two
at the same time.'

'That is why' he said
uplifting his arm
'we can think two different,
even contradictory things
at the same time.
This is not artifact
but essence.
This is nature-
not mistake.

Who I am;
Who are we
is the same query
and the answer is for both:
both are we
and each is I
for all is multiples;
and Revelation;
there is no
Universal Rule
of Consistency;
we live in multiple multiplicities.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Designing Heaven

How demanding life can be
With a taste for luxury
Its such a modern way to live
A new hotel for the heartbroken
A bright new generation
Running out of time
Step up for the promised land
Pay today and pay tomorrow
Just like home from home
A timeshare in the stars
Were living in a divided world
Its our own creation
Its all too much
Were out of touch
In this united nation
Define the styles, wait for a while
Here comes a new sensation
Lets get it right before tonight
We are designing heaven
I think at last Ive found
A system for success
But the last thing on my mind
Is to arrest my own excess
The things that really count
Dont seem to have a price
Discover what youre missing
Now that its your turn you cant wait
I say its up to you
You say its up to me
Were living in a divided world
Its our own creation
Its all too much
Were out of touch
In this united nation
Define the styles, wait for a while
Here comes a new sensation
Lets get it right before tonight
We are designing heaven
Im high enough to see
Nothing to lose
I feel relief
And disbelief
Now I can see
Did you ever wonder
Just how easy it would be ?
To try to rearrange
Your state of mind
If nature had a choice
Think you know what it would be
Let us to a woman or a man
Try humanity
Were living in a divided world
Its our own creation
Its all too much
Were out of touch
In this united nation
Define the styles, wait for a while
Here comes a new sensation
Lets get it right before tonight
We are designing heaven

song performed by by Heaven 17
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Leopard

Leopards with their spots
Four legged polka dots
Jaguars too have spots
Leopard have densely spots
Jaguars have central spots
You and I call them spots
But Zoologist calls them
'Rosettes' which doesn't rhyme with spots.
Better to call them 'spots'
because it rhymes with 'dots.'

poem by Philo Yan
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The Room of Clocks

On the mantelpiece is placed a clock,
Forcing a smell too plain, with an aftershock.

The clock demands a light so bright,
Time flows designing a living of delight.

This room has ornaments too beautiful,
A clock grows largely from the Most Merciful.

The time of change has arrived from Him,
The death of a room is lingering, like a pseudonym.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Color Me

I wish that they would color me
The color of the rose
The color of the spring
Or the color of the snow.
If again they’d color me
The color that I would be
Would be the color I could see
As long as I am free.
As I wish that they would color me
The color of the trees
Or the color of the leaves
And then that color I would be.
I wish that I was a rainbow
With the many colors of the sky
Or the single color of a star
Shimmering in the night.
And if again they would color me
The color that I would be
Would be the color that is me
Is the color that I could see.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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In an online community, there's this kind of social economy between the community members. Some people have status because they make cool skins or that's a good website that's visited a lot, but there's no real gameplay there.

quote by Will Wright
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Caricatures

Bad mouthing others,
Seems to be always done by those...
Who believe they are on the rise,
Of some social circuit acceptance.

Until they realize,
They have become caricatures...
In an environment of people,
Seeking only to be entertained.

No interest is given,
To create or leave anything that sustains...
Or maintains an historic substance.
Unless what is being created,
'Is' historic and valued as having substance.

And that usually is not determined,
By those staring at entrances and exits...
To approve the arrival of who enters.
With a glance of a nearby clock to acknowledge,
The exact time someone who is talked about...
Leaves and with whom,
If not alone!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The police are the public and the public are the police; the police being only members of the public who are paid to give full time attention to duties which are incumbent on every citizen in the interests of community welfare and existence.

quote by Robert Peel
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The true color of life is the color of the body, the color of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest color of the unpublished blood.

quote by Alice Meynell
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It's also important for those who promote those issues within the white community - the somewhat privileged community - to talk about issues affecting people of color.

quote by Danny Glover
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I did not find Liverpool ugly. Her stately public buildings, broad streets, public squares, and noble statues redeem her from the charge.

quote by M.E.W. Sherwood
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Today I Shall Remember Grandmother

she knows what fine clothes are
and how jewelries are worn
and shown on special occasions
she knows what parties fit
for congressman as guest
or the mayor of the city with
their first ladies liking the
food and dances and socializing
in the big, old house

the symbol of her peak times
when her name rings
when her social graces
are accepted as rules

i guess she likes the shape
of my face, the color of my
skin, the way my hair curl
the bridge of my nose
the sharp blades of my shoulders

she handpicked me away
from mother, whom she despised
as a woman without culture
and taste, she brought me like
the son of a man with class
and gave me language and
pride and disgust for the
ordinary and the nonsensical

away from mother inside
my room of comfort and style
it was sad and tragic and something
that i cannot forget and which i

too despised, and from then on
i think i learned what hatred is

my first lesson of a family feud
the fight between mothers and
daughters-in-law and the grandson
caught in between wanting to breathe

run away and thinking things all over again

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Color? (Hope)

what color
was the dust
from which the stars

were made?
what color is the hunger
written on the child's face?

what color is justice,
forgiveness, desire, truth?
what color is the wind....

the rain, gravity,
and knowledge?
what color is equality?

what color is freedom?
what color is eternity?
what color is redemption?

what color is God?
what color were the nails
that hung Jesus on the cross?

what color was enlightenment
falling on the Buddha as he sat
'neath that tree?

what color is prejudice, hatred,
fear, greed, apathy.....
what color your skin?

nay, what color is your blood?
and what color are the eyes
of humanity staring through the darkness?

and what color is hope?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Anodyne

Unmasked inside,
we play the games of a torch
the living legend,
great beauty of dirty thoughts.
A twin drama unfolds.
the icon burns and a wealth
of praise drowns the priest.
Now death dance begins.
Neither immersion nor
the float ends the relationship.

The hunger leaps
to death from top floor.
Life is ripped apart.
The swarm of vultures descends,
mating of news begins.
The anodyne is spread on the wounds.
Room to room,
the liquidation begins; of faces, of spots.

A cruel joke is repeated
every day relentlessly,
I wait for the transformation of beginning,
of the ending.
The light to fade and
god to taste like a hot bun.
The dangling doors must close,
for a while to motivate the dreams.

poem by Satish Verma
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Stones from Heaven...

Joy died.

The Spinster sends the
text Message which the Flirt reads aloud
in the Gathering of the Living. It says:

Dear Flirt,
I cannot answer all of your messages.
I am grieving over the death of Joy.
I refrained using words. But this i must tell you
I am in grief, I cry all day,
and sometimes I think that when Joy died earlier
than expected, I think, she must be lucky,
as the Living Them brought the Niche,
decked with assorted flowers, and
garnished with evening prayers.
I wish I had the same death.

I heard this in the Gathering of The Living,
and I joked that I am praying for Spinster's early death
and I will be bringing flowers and some followers
to recite the Usual Prayers.

Flirt says, If the Spinster hears this
There will be another ten months of Non-Speaking Terms.

Well, I admit, there is more plasticity always going on
in the Gathering of the Living.
Meanwhile, to lighten the Moments of Grief
the Bad Guys are playing
Cards, drink their rum, smoke their cigars,
and you say it correctly

They always find Joy in polluting this
Innocent World
Deprive it with Fresh Air and claim that they are
are the proper residents of the
Gathering of the Living.