Midnight Float – Chasing Moonlight

Apple Blossom Solo – Soergel Orchards – Wexford, PA

Enter twilight… Heavenly moon chasing daylight fleeting…
Stars fall and comets swoon… Streaks through skies repeating…
Early spring evening dreaming… Midnight lightning strikes are streaking…
Heavens skies in blue and orange… Color constantly competing…

Out for a midnight float… Replaying dreams now we’re stuck in the sky…
Moments unfolding slowly… Lucid memories fall through the lie…
Styles overlay in nature… Complimentary to chaos as we cry…
In the spring we awaken… In the winter we wither and die…

Summer sun chasing moonlight… Moonlight chasing the glowing sun…
In this moment surrendered… You and I will act as one…
Together at last… Together through till the year is done…
Through the waters we will sail… Through the meadows we run…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

Young Buck in Frick Park – Pittsburgh, PA

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Personal Beliefs and the Bullies Who Try to Change Them

“On the Winter Blue Forest” – Frick Park – Pittsburgh, PA – Spring 2013

In an attempt to not generalize anyone… I fear I have generalized everyone… Please continue knowing this was not my intention…

Beware of the eco-bully, and their terrorist regime…
Don’t hear what their saying, just wait and they’ll scream…
How do you find a bully, don’t worry they’ll find you…
I promise that they’ll mention, they are one of the few…

Not only will they tell you, about their lifestyle choices…
They’ll tell you why your wrong, using others voices…
Personal choice is just that, your own personal choice…
You talk shit on everyone, like you’re the only voice…

Studies of private interest, a source from the front line…
Than you reference a source, from the group trying to define…
A non-profit identity, corporations masked by charity…
The sad fact is corporate honesty, is something of a rarity…

Taking grants to get ahead, donated to your cause…
Taking gold and giving lead, the basis of your flaws…
Eventually the poor will rise, and this system will fail…
I want to build the coffin, and drive the final nail…

The path that were on, will soon lead to recourses…
The name of this game, is control all the resources…
Wars fought for oil, protecting the earth with a gun…
I would bet some day, we will fight for the sun…

We never have enough, we have voltage in our blood…
Our hydroelectric dam, is someone else’s flood…
The wind in our turbines, controlling electrical rates…
The monopoly of resources, will soon be our fate…

Generations build themselves, then bury all the rest…
Claiming gross entitlement, while we are second best…
Paying into programs, social securities pyramid scheme…
Bury programs for the poor, with political pension themes…

The only thing that seams real, the only thing that’s true…
The connections I have, through the garden and you…
Forget about the bullies, put your clenched fists away…
Put your hands in the earth, plant your seeds and play…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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Land of the Fee – Home of the Grave

“Next to Go” – Dumpster Joes house… Slated for demolition… A monument to blight…

Today’s news is shipped to our chairs…
Relevance based on Justin Bieber shares…
World wars based on the tone of a meme…
Bit coins used to fund a government regime…

Terrorists in a cave watching Miley Cyrus…
If not for the taxes our government would fire us…
The cops will always be just bully’s with guns…
Shooting at anyone that gets scared and runs…

Defend the law till the law comes looking for you…
Say the wrong words and charges stick like glue…
A fair and just trial is just what they’ll call it…
Innocence aside it’s the depth of your wallet…

Twitter and Facebook will be used like tools…
Military’s will use them to recruit the fools…
Cops will use them to eradicate crime…
The government will use them to reverse time…

About the only right I can really kinda see…
The right to claim that we are supposed to be free…
We claim the civilians could rise up and fight…
Yet they still suppress us with recessions and blight…

They cut human benefits and then take a raise…
Live in a mansion while the poor people praise…
Each and every one of us are just federal toys…
Our minds are washed while we are just girls and boys…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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There Is No Scale For Beauty

“Stuck in the Middle with Blue” – © chriscondello 2013 – Wilkinsburg, PA – There is no scale for beauty… If you took a Van Gogh painting and asked a group of school kids to recreate it using the exact same materials… Although you and I would recognize a difference… A scientist would say that they are exactly the same…

I once was in a meeting with 30 of my peers… Mostly good people with good intentions… They were openly picking my brain to see what makes me tick… Why I was a gardener?.. Why I live in Wilkinsburg?.. As far as I could tell… They just wanted to know why I was sitting at their table…

At some point in my introduction, my blog was brought up. I have to admit that I am not very confident in my writing, my hesitation to openly talk about it was immediately obvious to the other people at the table…

So once again I had to answer the question why… Why was I hesitant to divulge the web address to my blog. I can think of a million reasons, but the answer I gave was rather simple. I explained that I had only begun to write 2 years ago, and that I had only really started learning how to spell properly within the past year… Not to mention not having any knowledge of grammar… Or a relative grasp on the English language…

So… The room erupted in laughter… They almost couldn’t contain themselves… They had absolutely no clue that I was dead serious… I have to admit… This was a painful and embarrassing moment… I am often reminded how different I am… But laughter doesn’t typically accompany the reminder… I’m not sure how they would have reacted if they knew how I felt in that moment… It’s making my stomach hurt just thinking about it…

Now I obviously knew that only two or three people at the table had any clue about my past… And given the type of meeting it was… Well… I probably had no business sitting at that table anyways… I guess that’s what makes this journey fun for me… Yeah… They hurt my feelings… And their toilet paper probably costs more money than I will ever see in my entire life…  But we do have one thing in common… Something that I’m actually pretty good at too… Gardening… Gardening always ends up being my equalizer… On some level… Everyone is interested in gardening…

I spent a third of my life trying to kill myself by euphoria… I came close… But I was ultimately unsuccessful… I’m convinced it had to be for a reason… And for that reason alone… I garden…

Gardening brought beauty into my ugly life… I write about it to help you bring beauty into yours… It may just save your life someday…

The only garden yield that matters to me anymore is peace… Peace for the earth… Peace for the animals… Peace for you… And ultimately… Peace for me… That my friends… Is beauty…

peace – chriscondello

This was originally intended to be a Practical Permaculture article… That didn’t go so well… So you got this… I hope you enjoyed my little sidetrack…

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