The Little Boy Heals

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The little boy sleeps with tubes leading to & from the 21 machines keeping him alive, tubes that flow all across his body.

The little boy sleeps…

Why a child?  Why a child?  Why a child?

Why is that children must suffer so?  This boy suffers because he got sick when others suffer because of so much more… The more that is ‘wrong’ with this world, born from our evil, driven by our lack, the need to be filled through consumption shall never lead to The Truth, that’s just not where It’s at…

The little boy sleeps…

He sleeps because he’s sedated.  Sedation eases the pain he would feel were he awake for every sensation.  I’d wish not this upon anyone for to see the little boy who heals, with tubes to & from the 21 machines helping him recover each day, tubes that flow with life across his body.

The little boy heals…

May he rest for now and heal so that upon awakening he shall feel the love and the incredible help that’s been surreal. Seven teams, from departments throughout the medical center, these miracle makers working all around the clock.

Work do they so that he can heal, so his heart capable of so much life and live, so heart may never stop.

The little boy heals…

Heals that he may grow.  Heals so he can run again, pick up a pen, get to drawing again, and so that all will be well, once again for him and his whole family.

The little boy heals…

Prayers to the strong little boy, Andrew, who is fighting for his life.  

You are loved my little friend and may Love help you in your healing journey.

Aloha. 

Remember, remember Baltimore…

Remember, remember Baltimore…

I live on an island, in a s0-called ‘Paradise,’ where you can work 2–3 jobs AND pay $1500 for a small studio & utilities for your family, just to make it right.

At least that’s the case with my little pseudo-family.

As for some, man, they gotta get that paper, make that money, for just the bare necessities alone, because you can live without a roof up top, especially in ‘Paradise’ here, where other cities ship their homeless because most times it’s nice AND increasingly warm…

But guess what, you’ll die, die, die without food AND water, so as for shelter, well, buy yourself a tent, and let’s just call this circumstance an adventure!

Two blocks from where I stay is a new neighborhood being populated. Where there are already many children AND their hard-working parents, already living there!

While it hasn’t been advertised like the new Villages of Ward, or the other developments that have been collecting all those cranes along its border, this project houses just as, if not too many, men, women, AND children, who bleed red just the same as you or me, just the same as any.

This is a bit more transient population AND though this ‘hood lives on that block for now, can anyone tell me how long will that last? A week? A month? who’s to say when really? Because sooner or later, someone’s going to come and knock…

Knock, knock Kaka’ako. Knock, knock, knock! Who’s there?

(Insert Mr. or Ms. X Police Officer, Health Inspector, any ‘official’ really, because it doesn’t matter, when who is just a messenger, with a message that doesn’t care):

“Time to clean up, yes, you, who live in Tent City. We’ve an exciting new development ready to break ground AND your time squatting is over. Why you ask? Well, because your residence here isn’t much of a necessity.”

Alas, Tent City will move like it always has before. At least that’s the age old assumption. But in this increasing state of lack, with a greater Culture of Fear governing growth in adverse poverty even further, who knows what else may lie in store?

Perhaps some might protest this circumstance. Or maybe it will be more?

Whatever the case may be, I’ll tell you what, one day, I hope not here, but I guarantee somewhere with a Tent City, Planet Earth, filled with displaced people just the same, “maybe it will be more” will happen for sure AND on that day, we’ll be forced to remember…

Remember, remember Baltimore.

Just as Now we’re forced to remember all other states of unrest before.

The Life of the Land is perpetuated in righteousness. Nah, that’s just a translation. We’ve a truly human crisis all across the globe on our hands, especially if what we keep perpetuating is inequity AND a lack of righteousness.