How could I forget my friend and fellow writer Betsy? Betsy Randolph is a State Trooper and Spokesperson for the Oklahoma Department of Public Safety. I send prayers for her as she and others work to assist the injured, rescue those trapped, and recover those missing.
Betsy was interviewed by CNN tonight. She said “people are trapped. You are going to see the devastation for days to come.” Other news outlets reported that Betsy said the tornado caused “absolute devastation” and the tragedy is “like nothing” she has “ever seen before.”
Tonight I send out my prayers to the people of Oklahoma. It is always so disheartening to learn about a tragedy like this. I pray for the little children who were taken before their time. May their parents somehow find peace.
I also send out my thoughts to my favorite virtual couple (R and M, better known as S and B). I believe you two actually live in Oklahoma? I hope you, your friends, and the members of your families are alright tonight.
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Overlord with sleek
smoothness of tropical
ghosts– constrict and
crush despite pleading
prey for mythical snakes
were created to devour
the hearts of tigers.
Today on a special featuring an interview with Ronda Rousey, someone said…
“No body becomes
a fighter because
they have an easy life.”
Ronda Rousey rocked it out yet again in the 1st round of UFC® 157. She made Liz Carmouche submit with her deadly arm bar. This has become her signature death move!
It was the 1st night for women in the UFC, it was Rousey’s 1st time defending her title, and it was over in the 1st round for the UFC Women’s Bantamweight Champion. Absolutely awesome!!
Ronda Rousey rockin’ it out~ UFC® 157
Ronda Rousey’s ground work~ UFC® 157
Ronda Rousey made Liz Carmouche submit with her deadly arm bar in the 1st round of UFC® 157.
Ronda Rousey takes it~ UFC® 157
Ronda Rousey accepts her win with Joe Rogan~ UFC® 157
~~~On the Mend~~ 2.14.2013 Digital composite by Felicia Lujan This digital piece is composed of four layers. The image includes: a photograph of my right hand; a photograph of my right eye; red paint; and a human heart which was rendered in the negative.
Thoughts, words, stories. Maybe they were destined to fade? And you so prepared to watch them disappear like eleven warm breaths on a frosty mirror. 2.13.2013
It is so cold tonight. It was a very cold day. I feel such deep sadness for the loss of 20 innocent children in Connecticut today. Their time here on Earth is forever lost~ their hopes and dreams now crushed and gone~ all selfishly ripped away by the worst kind of monster.
I know that a better woman than I would not believe in an eye for an eye, but I am not that better woman. I do hope that the coward who took his own hopeless life suffers for eternity in the most fiery depths of hell. May he hear the endless sweet whispers of the children he robbed of a future.
My soul aches for the parents left here to carry tiny coffins and pray the Rosary. I can’t even fathom the pain. My only son is 7 years old. I just can’t even imagine. Tonight I will hug him tighter than I ever have~ and pray that somehow we can all endure the cold.
9:30pm~
I am up in the air right now, and making the great descent into Albuquerque. Flying in the dark, fog, and rain was a little scary. The flight was delayed by an hour due to fog and problems with the weight of the plane. Almost home. I received several text messages from caring members of my family when I got into Fort Worth. Apparently Santa Fe received her first snow of the season today. Following is my “in flight” poem about descent.
11:57pm~
Arrived in Santa Fe at about 11:30pm. There was black ice and snow here. I have heard that there was a fatal accident. There was a detour and I ended up stuck in traffic.
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~••DARK DESCENT••~
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Once I soared above the
distant lonesome twinkle.
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I danced with moonlight
until my feet could sing.
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My wings were soft~ each
feather kissed by the sun.
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There was a time when I
could fly beyond the night.
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My wings were bright~
each feather colored by
a rainbow.
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Chopped air has crippled
my fall from stars and sky.
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Tangled in snow filled~
empty clouds~ I’m heavy.
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A dark decent~ a steady
fall toward the frost
bitten earth.
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by Felicia Lujan
December 9, 2012
~KILL SWITCH~ Original poem and digital composite by Felicia Lujan Composite features seven layers and six images including: labyrinthine circuit board lines; an Ethernet switch; a blue light; a sugar skull; a blue rose; and the number one doubled. “A kill switch, also known as an e-stop, is a security mechanism used to shut off a device in an emergency situation in which it cannot be shut down in the usual manner. Unlike a normal shut-down switch/procedure, which shuts down all systems in an orderly fashion and turns the machine off without damaging it, a kill switch is designed and configured to a) completely abort the operation at all costs and b) be operable in a manner that is quick, simple (so that even a panicking user with impaired executive function can operate it), and, usually, c) be obvious even to an untrained operator or a bystander. Many kill switches feature a removable barrier or other protection against accidental activation.”
~KILL SWITCH~
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“All systems failed,” molten overload~
smoke clouds my eyes so I can’t see.
Shatter my sky with electric sparks
until I writhe with needless agony.
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Technologist~delight supreme~ the
bits and bytes eat an ever shrouded heart.
Penchant one please hit the switch, flesh
on my knees gone from the start.
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Only heat can melt away frostbitten
dreams of eternal sleepy nights.
No earthly tribute would ever satiate
or bring my face into the light.
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This debility a poison true,
every wire flushed out with pain.
Intangible~ you should reach for it.
Hit the kill switch~ keep me sane.
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Silently, one by one, in
the infinite meadows of
the heaven, blossomed
the lovely stars, the
forget-me-nots of the
angels.
— Henry W. Longfellow
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Basically this blog will have whatever is on my mind more than often in the form of Poetry, but we will see what happens down the line. Sincerely, Taylor Menczynski
A way to put my thoughts into words... May be I am just talking to myself...may be aloud...These are my thoughts in a poetic form, which are very much a part of me and which makes me what I am...
Overcast day in Santa Fe~ 2.3.2013~
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