NATIVE AMERICANS WILL BE VICTIMIZED BY NEW ARIZONA LAW

Yesterday, a friend of mine from Arizona told me of the following encounter:  two men and two women, who live on reservations  but work in Phoenix, were expressing outrage over the possibility of being hassled because they look Hispanic. There are twenty-one federally recognized tribes in Arizona. There are 250,000 Native Americans in Arizona.  Reservations and Tribal Communities comprise one fourth of Arizona lands.  This “stop & hassle” law will lead to problems with the original Natives of this country. This is but one aspect of the intrinsic savagery of this moribund legislation.

 Alice Parris

Alice Parris descendant of The Haliwa-Saponi Tribe, NC

Alice Parris descendant of The Haliwa-Saponi Tribe, NC

RUSH TO JUDGEMENT

It seems as if Rush Limbaugh is on the side of the Taliban and terrorist groups against our President’s international award.  He appeared unusually flustered as he tried to spin his way out of the corner that he has painted himself into. He is undoubtedly not as qualified to lead the masses as was once assumed. Michael Steele, also, was full of negativity for President Obama being awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. What a bunch of loons! Their entire delusional framework will collapse replete with nervous breakdowns if they are not able to spin gold from straw.

What I see is that every time President Barack Hussein Obama goes through a fiery trial of an immensely humiliating nature, God honors him so that his enemies need antacids. God gives him a “…a token for good, so that those who hate him will see that God has loved him…”  God  “prepares a table before him in the presence of his enemies…”  Now, let us see those who hate him continue to justify their vile hatred of him with their thin veneer of truth. Let us see how well they twist in the wind  in the days to yet to come.

Alice Parris

REALITY CHECKS FOR REALITY TELEVISION

After spending the past year with my twenty-seven year old daughter and her friends, I have been shown where to find the  most hilarious moments on cable. By far, Reality Television rates at the top of the dysfunction food-chain and is by definition a panacea for the chronically bored to death.  I have noticed a recurrent pattern with the numerous shows that I have watched. I can see what makes for “great” reality moments and what makes a show less than exciting.

It comes down to having a good mix of mental illnesses and personality disorders within the pool of contestants. This will always produce the unexpected at any time. Take two or three bipolars with various degrees of mood swings; not swinging at the same time. Add contestants with ADD, ADHD( poor impulse control), borderline personalities, narcissists, fragile personalities and strong antisocial personalities, then you are going to have fireworks! If you look at the dysfunction of one of the most highly watched shows, “I love New York,” you will find your dysfunction primarily in the personality of the  “prize.”  You add a controlling mother, who could possibly be any combination of the mental/personality disorders,  then, you won’t need as many competitors who randomly “act out” in order to have the consistant weekly level of drama required for addictive-watching by millions.

Have you noticed the many random melt-downs? Have you noticed the defined arch-enemies?  Have you noticed the chief manipulators and their crews? Have you noticed how many times “friends” have been “thrown under the bus” in the name of competition? If it were a psychiatric ward,  not a televised competition, then there would be consequences for not only acts of violence, but for a myriad of manipulations that are associated with these disorders. What the television industry has done is to successfully put “mental patients” together in a fishbowl (in the name of competition) and let them all “do their thing.” This is proving to be a very lucrative venture.

What you do not see are the consequences of rejection that create a “downward spiral” in the personalities that really do want love or the “prize”, once they are bounced from the program. There should be on-staff clinical psychologists to assess people who are painfully expelled at the notorious “expulsion ceremonies.”  Who follows these people to make sure that they don’t fall into a depression that could result in “suicidal ideation” being acted upon? Who is to keep the promiscuous bipolar, who has a history of early sexual abuse, from engaging in even more dangerous sexual behaviors once expelled? Who is going to follow-up on the young man who hates his mother and has been publically rejected,  perhaps ridiculed by a “female figure” from beginning a life of psychopathic violence towards women? Who will watch out for a fledgeling “black-widow” in the making?

One thing can be said. If the producers of these shows did some digging into the pasts of the contestants, there would be no shows at all. There would always be red flags. There would be liability as prevelant as the drama.  Most of the young people on the reality shows have not yet been diagnosed. They are self-medicated by booze while on set, and may be on drugs when living their regular lives.  Just think about the tragic outcome of,  “Megan Wants A Millionaire.” The young man to whom Megan was most physically attracted was the suspect of a “manhunt” for the alleged mutilation/murder of his wife. This story ended up in Canada, where the millionaire contestant committed suicide. If any of these contestants had been given a personality profile, there might  have been a red flag by the deceased contestant’s name. What would have happened if Megan fell in love with this man and they spent a great deal of time together after filming? What if she began to exhibit the same type of behaviors that could have driven him to  alleged heinous behavior? What would be the liability for the creators/producers of this reality show? It has been pulled from television, now, due to the high profile nature of this case. Only those who filmed the show (and their intimates) know who Megan chose to be “her millionaire.” A reunion show? Not a chance!

 It is not enough to ask someone in their twenties if they have ever had a felony. It is not enough to have a urine-test for substances. It is not enough to ask someone if they have ever had homocidal or suicidal thoughts. They will lie, take herb/cleaners for urine drug screens, and present well. What contestant who wants love or money is going to admit to hearing voices, or having homicidal/ suicidal thoughts? What will be the scrutiny from now on upon these reckless forays into the “crazy-making” fishbowls known as “Reality Television?”  Somewhere quality risk management needs to be implemented immediately; not to rob the show of its excitement but to protect the contestants from themselves and others during and after the tapings.

Alice Parris

LIMBAUGH EVISCERATION: POST PERFORATED BOWEL

With the best medical care that money can buy, Rush Limbaugh still suffered a bowel  perforation caused by purulent substances clinging to his viscera. These infected substances were named: Palin, Ingram, Coulter,  Bachmann, Hannity, Beck  &  O’Reilly. The medical problem became evident  after a series of tests were performed. It was determined that the aforementioned Puritan “cling-ons” were the actual causes of the ruptured abdomen. As far as Mr. Limbaugh knew, he only suffered from a “leaky-gut” syndrome.  This time, the “cling-ons ” had climbed so far up into his intestions( per rectum) that the only thing that could save his life was an emergency evisceration. The tangled, mottled mass is being examined in the hospital’s pathology lab.

Friends of Rush Limbaugh’s are asking for anyone to make a donation of more bowels. One of the problems with locating a donor seems to be that Mr. Limbaugh refuses to accept the bowels of minorities, liberals, and women. All followers of Rush Limbaugh: be on the look-out for privileged bowels with which to stuff him once again. He has been temporarily stuffed with taxidermal materials(donated by Sarah Palin) which will not last.  ” His prognosis is grave.” said the lead surgeon. “Once we find a suitable donor, we must still  monitor him for an increase  in toxic gases leaking from his buccal cavity; a certain indicator of systemic sepsis.”

 

Alice Parris

BLOODY RED MEAT

When given nuances, they cried
out for bloody red meat, “Give us
bowels, hearts, brains and bones.

Give us a fountain of blood wrapped
up in flesh. We want to butcher and
gorge upon bloody red meat.”

“We will not receive your subtle gifts.
We will dissect them and find them
bloodless. Give us bloody red meat!”

He said, “Alright! Sacred cows must be
sacrificed to get what you want.” They
said, “What? Our sacred cows? Never!”

He said, “If it is bloody red meat that
you want, understand that our land is
cracked and dry from a lack of blood upon
our own shores. Yet, I will still deliver.”

When the sacred cows were slaughtered,
the people screamed and howled for their
losses. They said to him, “Yes, we wanted
bloody red meat, but we wanted it to be

taken from your skinny bones. He said,
“I am afraid that this will not be possible,

for you see… change has truly come.”

 
 
Alice Parris

LOVE VERSES

 

CONSUMED

Imperial flame
Fire of Love,
Torch me
Till I am
Comsumed…

Urn-clad ashes
Memorial remain:
Love’s sacrifice
Immortal.

Alice Parris 

THE GATHERER

I gather
Your
Facial
Expressions
And
Gestures
As
Crumbs,
I
Myself
Becoming
An
Ant,
Pull apart
And
Drag
From
My
Memory
Every
Morsel.

I have
Stored
Them
For the
Time
Of
Famine
To
Come.

Then,
I
Will
Feast
Upon
The
Shape of
Your eyes
And become
Satisfied
With
The fullness
Of
Your lips.

Alice Parris 

RENDEZVOUS ETERNAL

There is
A sweet spot
Of melting,
Coming together.
No need
For words
We just
Enter in
You and me
Into the
Sweet spot
That is
Our love.
Unspoken
Arena
Where
Oneness
Reveals
Itself
As the
Soul’s
Master.

Let us
Therefore
Once again
Immerse
Ourselves
Into
The Mystery
Of oneness…
Let us go
Quickly
Then,
My beloved
That we may
Enter into
Our
Rendezvous
Eternal.

Alice Parris 

THROUGH TIME
AND SPACE

Through time
And space
I will
Come to you.
When you
Send for me,
I will come.
No evil
Spoken
Of you
Shall stick
To my heart,
For love you
I will
Always.

No heinous
Plot to
Separate us
Shall ever
Secure my
Consent.
To deny you
Is to deny
Myself.
If we fail,
It shall
Not be
Because
I would not
Love you.

Through time
And space
I will
Come
To you.
There are
No partitions
That can
Separate
Those with this
Kind of love.

Alice Parris 

FUTURE PERFECT

Somehow
My timing
Is off
By one
Or more
Degrees
To the
Left
Or to
The
Right.
I cannot
Tell
Which.
I know
You are an
Important
Person
In my life
In a
Future perfect.
But…
My time
Has not
Yet come.
I cannot
Reach you.

Alice Parris                                                               THE TWO SIDES OF YOUR LOVE

Your love
Is like
A
Creme
Brulee
Served
On
Silver
Tray
Carried
By
White-
Gloved
Hands
With
Red rose
Bud
In
Place
In a
Lalique
Vase.

Your love
Is like
A
Dark-
Chocolate
Truffle
Filled
With
Tears:
Bittersweet
And
Difficult
To eat. 

Alice Parris

YESTERDAY’S FEAST

It was
Night
When
I knew
You did not
Love me.
It was not
The harlot
Nor exotic
Creature
Who held
You…
Twined in
Her lush
Tresses.
It was
Memories
Too Painful
To bury,
Places
Too
Tender
To touch
I stood
Outside:
A beggar
Viewing
A feast
That had
Been eaten
By the
Ghost of
Yesterday
Past. 

Alice Parris

MY HEART

My mind,
My mind
Is a
Sampson
With
Waist-
Length
Hair.

My body,
My body
Is an
Aphrodite
With
Luscious
Snare.

My spirit,
My spirit
Is an
Eagle
Powerful
And
Rare.

My heart,
My heart
Is a
Little girl
With
No one
To care.

Alice Parris

CONTRITE COURTESAN

I cannot
Let you
Touch me;
Your power
Is mighty
As you
Wield it
Towards
My open
Heart.
I cannot
Let you
Touch me,
For I am
Mortal
And
I fear
Annihilation.
I cannot
Let you
Touch me
With your
Magic words
And your
Skillful hands.
I cannot
Let you
Touch me,
For my
Heart
Is a
Contrite
Courtesan,
A penitent
Mistress. 

Alice Parris

LOST ULYSSEUS

Too many
False gods
Have
Separated
Us…
Too
Many
Journeys
With
Shard-
Laden roads,
Too many
Days
Of
Waiting.

A Penelope
Hopeless
Has
Rendered
Love
A lost
Ulysses.
Alas,
My love,
My desired
Destiny,
The gods
Of love
Have
Separated
You
And 

Alice Parris

WHEN YOU LOVED ME

When you loved me
I was as a spirit
Set on high,
Soaring at will.
No currents
Could override
The strength
You gave these
Wings of mine
When you loved me.
I was light
And love;
I was music
And muse.
Life at its
Cruelest had
Become beauty
Itself…
When you loved me.

It was then
My eyes beheld
The ill-fated
Piece…
Unraveling the
Lower side of truth:
I understood that
The perfection of
An exquisitely
Adorned world
With all of its
Sumputousness
Was reality
Only when reflected
In your eyes…
When you loved me. 

Alice Parris

THE CITADEL

I have spent my years
A citadel, locked up,
Impenetrable…
Where only fools or
The stout of heart
Dare to gain access
To my inner recess:
A fortress fortified with
Wise walls of protection.
Total devastation
Was not possible.
Neither love nor hate
Could access the
Inner sanctum of
My sanctuary
Where all life
Began and resides…

You came offering
Me love so pure,
So splendid,
So
Noble in character,
That my citadel
Became a living
Breathing wall where
The exchange was made.
You touched me in my
Impenetrable place.
I wept at the way
You loved me.
I wept…
Relieved 

Alice Parris

LOOKING OUT FROM
COLD MOUNTAIN

Tourmaline-
Green silk damask
Curtains hang heavily
From the weight of dust mites,
Entrenched
Yet undetected.

Cobwebs in the corners;
Like lonely Ghosts.

Neatly mounted gold rings
Part the curtains into shoulders:
Golden braided epaulettes.

Diffused sunlight
Streams through dirt-caked windows.
She sits at her piano.

She has found true love,
Arriving at truth
By unenviable longing.

She wonders if she can will
Him to live, if her need
Will bring him back.

There is a fire
In the portals
Of her soul: a hot-blue flame.

The dark world of death,
Staved off by the notes of a
Life-song.

There is hope,
Looking out from Cold Mountain. 

Alice Parris


DARK VERSES

POCKETS OF EVIL

Sinister, snickering,

Spinning, plotting

Destruction.

Awaiting

the unsuspecting.

Venomous lusts

For wrongdoing

Fulminate.

Arising passions

Secrete hatred

And violence,

Unable to contain

This unbridled

Propensity

For evil,

Awaiting

Some passer-by

Traveling unaware

Through a

Pocket of evil:

Sojourners beware!

 

ECLIPSE OF THE SOUL

Each day

Passes

Disappointment;

Like pieces

Of lead

Chained

To a man

Fated

To drown

From the

Weight.

Every day

I die,

Not with

Nobility;

I die

Kicking,

Screaming,

Cursing.

Alongsisde

My dreams:

Fallen

Like

Dead flies.

WHAT SPELL?

What

Spell

Have you

cast

Upon me

Oh,

Mortal

Man?

What lies

In shreds

Is my

Heart:

My cup

Now bloody,

Empty

Of wine

To ease

The pain.

VISION AT THE TOMB

Gray figures

Move like

Zombies,

Lost souls

Shuffling

As though

On Thorozine.

There is

No need

For the

sound

Of chains

To know

That these

Are prisoners.

 

SOUNDS OF THE LOCUSTS

Mutant summer

By reason of

Divine decree;

World devourers

Loosed

For a season.

No blade

Of grass

Shall remain

Once we hear

the sounds of

The locusts.

 

CATACLYSM

Violent seizures

Convulse our universe,

Taking place

When our earth

Belches upheaval,

Violent change.

the world starts

Reeling out of control,

Staggering as a

Drunken man

Helpless

In the wake

Of some

Cataclysmic event.

 

GNARLED BRANCHES

Gnarled,

tortured

Branches,

Growing

Upwards,

Brushed

With gold.

Hiding

Earth’s

Drab

Olive dress:

Surrealistic

By contrast,

Futuristic

By design.

What place

Have the

Amongst

Orchid

Centerpieces?

 

Alice Parris

 

These poems were taken from my book,

Soulgasm: the journal of my life in cryptic verses

with its visions, dreams and fleeting revelations.

These prophetic poems were written in 1993.

Our world has now lived some of these verses.

SILENCED VOICES SPEAK

                                

 

 



THE MOTHER OF MANY NATIONS

She moved with the ease of a queen
Causing dis-ease among those who
Demanded that true queens wore crowns
Of encrusted jewels.  Her bracelets and anklets
Were of rusted iron, making clinking noises with
Each melodic step that she took. Her neck was
Long and graceful, having been lengthened by
Many a metal collar.

She walked with hips swiveling under crude sack
Cloth; as if she still balanced baskets upon
Her head and babies upon her back.
This sensual hip movement proved to be more than
Enticing as evidenced by the drunken nightly forays
Into the slave quarters which produced yellow babies,
Who carried their master's loads, if not their names.

She had a proud head wrapped with turbans made from
The nothingness of her life; a scrap of this and a scrap
Of that.  She walked proudly and if one could but listen,
They, too, could hear the tinkle of golden bells upon her
Ankles and see elaborate charm bracelets upon her wrists.

If they could but see, they would behold a bejeweled crown
Of pure gold and a treasury of flawless African diamonds.
If they could but see, her dusty calloused feet were shod
In the finest badger's skin, and her sack cloth garment
Transformed into the most magnificent purple and gold
Embroidered robe. She would finally be able to sit down on the
Throne prepared for her of leopard skin which merely covered
A foundation of solid gold.

If only they could see, they would have looked into her
Dark-brown, ageless eyes, seen centuries of silent suffering
Borne only by the great.  They would have understood that only
This queen could have possibly rocked the cradle of 
Civilization from which all nations are said to have emerged.
Alice Parris
Artwork By Artist Nancy Grace
Silenced Voices Speak published in India by cyberwit.net

SARAH PALIN’S VENOMOUS INVECTIVES

Where are the people talking about the mental illness factor that accompanies the whipping up of masses into a frenzied comtempt and hatred, repeatedly? Sarah Palin has incited her rallies to potential hate crimes in the future. To emotionally charge crowds with word-connection mind programming is to increase the potential for harm for Senator Obama. I have worked with forensic mentally-ill patients for over twenty years. What Palin is doing is telegraphing signals to possible psychotic entities. These will grow stronger and some will be unable to shake the “fixed delusions” that are being deposited within their minds during Sarah Palin’s stump speeches. What is wrong with Governor Sarah Palin? Why hasn’t she understood the concept that “inciting hate crimes” is a no-no? Is SHE that much of an outsider? These people lauding Sarah Palin are some of the very ones who might make up Palin’s post-election vigilante squad. Senator McCain has got to reel her in and set boundaries.  Is McCain’s honor worth so little to him, now? They are both going to be called to task for holding public rallies-for the highest positions in the land-which incite hate crimes. Point blank.

I suggest to you that the Secret Service’s job to Protect Obama will have been made exponentially harder because of McCain and Palin’s repetive litanies which many at their rallies believe. The adage, “people in glass houses should not throw stones” has no meaning here. The McCain-Palin campaign was looking for something, anything to explain why they are losing. They have called Senator Obama the antichrist. I suggest they read up on the disclosure of the antichrist in the King Jame’s Version. What does”he is not like one of us” or “that one” actually engender? It is code for he is not white, he has an African name, he did know Bill Ayers, and he COULD BE a one-man terrorist. This is the most desperate connect-a-dot-reasoning that I have ever heard from someone who might one day be a heart beat away from the Presidency.

If any evil should befall Senator Obama, I believe investigations should all lead back to the Governor Sarah Palin rallies, to the vigilante crowds, shouts of, “terrorist, kill him, treason, etc” These are statments made with flawed deductive reasonings-being addressed to who knows-what-mentally-unbalanced people  in the crowds. Sarah Palin does not understand civil rights. She does not understand what type of hate-filled speech has had a legal counterpart due to attacks on blacks, Jews and gays. The Anti Defamation League should be VERY concerned about Sarah Palin. Blacks now… Jews later. This should not be happening in 2008.  Senator McCain, she is taking you down and fast. Oh by the way, I see that both McCain and Sarah Palin got re-energized in Sedona, the New Age Capitol of the United States. Governor Palin, are you channeling Dorian Gray? Your appearance belies the ugliness of your utterly distorted version of truth.

Alice Parris

McCAIN: FLYING BY THE SEAT OF HIS PANTS

The entire world, with the exception of the Evangelical community, is scratching their heads at the McCain pick for VP. I thought that the number one objective in the selection of a Vice Presidential nominee, is that he or she is ready to lead; to Be Commander-In-Chief (in our world full of erupting wars and evil alliances.) I thought that another of the objectives was to balance out the ticket; not to select a “mini-me.” I understand that the President has to be comfortable with the “person down the hall.” Well, Senator McCain has a penchant for “beauty queens.” I suppose he feels that he will live forever with this youthful, blood transfusion, but the reality is this: melanoma can recur at anytime.

Cindy McCain should be shaking in her boots. She is getting older and although I am certain that Governor Sarah Palin is above such things, McCain may not be above an “affair of the heart.” How else can you explain meeting someone one time before asking them to step into the most powerful position in the world, should your aged-heart stop beating? His first wife was a beauty queen, until tragedy struck her, then, he replaced her (while still married) with the then, young, heiress Cincy McCain. There is never a public display of sincere affection between these two. You could not wipe the ebullient smile off of McCain’s face, as the pretty Governor Palin stood at his side. 

The world is as shocked as the Religious Right is elated. This appears to be an expediency move. However, I would suggest to you, that one of McCain’s true weaknesses appears to be envy. He tried to “throw off the scent” with the gracious congratulatory ad airing on Senator Obama’s “big day.” That’s one way to keep your face in the prime-time media; without seeming ungracious.  McCain knew that he could not match the press that Obama was getting.  Out of a desperation to galvanize the Religious Right and to scarf up the remains of disgruntled Hillary supporters, McCain picked someone who reminded him of himself.  I suggest to you that the old male and young female Mavericks will have a hard time selling this one, to anyone but the Evangelicals.

When you talk about judgement, McCain has conceded this point to Obama. When you talk about temperament, McCain has conceded this one to Obama, when you talk about who is ready to lead-should some ill befall the President- McCain has conceded this one to Obama. “Country First”-McCain has conceded this one to the Obama-Biden ticket. When you talk about sheer impulsiveness, McCain has taken the proverbial cake. Happy Birthday, Senator McCain!

Alice Parris