Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Friday, September 11, 2015
Thursday, August 13, 2015
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Art of living well
I rebuilt houses in the Garden State after 9/11.
A kitchen wall fell by sledgehammer and trees were revealed
beyond the backyard.
House became stage with the invisible fourth wall gone.
The woods are lovely but I have miles to go before I sleep,
I whispered as if in a dream the words of Robert Frost. Will anyone hear the
sound of his poetry in the forest of words? Are We, The People all on the same
page?
I left the sledgehammer behind on a break and went deep into
the mystery of the woods. I climbed up the side of a steep hill to a rock
plateau. I stood up in the heights and saw an army of tall trees as the sun
fell to Earth in shades of autumn gold.
There was no sense of year, month and date of day. It was
any moment in any century. I traveled without movement as the boy I was had
done before by words in books.
Wish you were here.
Welcome to the stories of our lives.
Welcome The Public Library.
Copyrighted 2015 By Daniel Angel Aponte
Monday, May 18, 2015
Again
Paradise Management In The South Bronx Of America
Light falls in shades of autumn gold to be life support for
“the better angels of our nature,” I whispered words a US president wrote in
the 18th Century.
I sat on a bench with a view of the Bronx County Courthouse.
Down the hill used be Yankee Stadium until it was moved into a new ballpark. I
have to steal home base.
My expression was as blank as this Win98 document I’m worked
on to fill with legal footwork for whomever it may concern in the year 2015.
If you interfere with a city investigation you will be
arrested, a city inspector warned a building manager who tried to talk me out
of having my mother’s apartment examined for violations. He left with several
other employees of Paradise Management.
Two days later, my mother’s mailbox and others were
vandalized as if by explosives.
I used a friend’s cell phone to take pictures and filed
reports for criminal mischief and lost property at the Longwood Police Precinct
just four blocks away from home.
There’s something going on, I was told by our United States
Mail Carrier who told the superintendent to give my mother one of the mailboxes
that was functional.
The response from management was to have the superintendent
rip out the damaged row of mailboxes and plaster the hole while broken lobby
door went without repairs for days.
Our mail service was disrupted.
Expect delays or no delivery of Healthcare notifications
such as Medicare renewal forms, etc, etc and etc. These are the keys to the
mailbox and apartment on the other side of the building they want your mother
to move into, said the superintendent with a grin
They wanted us to move in without a lease that wasn’t ready
I was told. Don’t know what to do but
I’m doing it. Like a Rubik’s Cube, I have to try to establish a pattern of
harassment. I’m shaken up like the poor people evicted in Nepal.
I sighed, got up from the park bench and walked miles to
keep from homelessness in The South Bronx while my mother prays like a child
for help from God. I saw a sign.
I saw heavily armed police in the courtyard. They were
looking for a person of interest on the other of the building. He turned out to
be an employee of Paradise Management.
I suppose, like Jesus, we ought to give people a second lease
at life
Thursday, May 7, 2015
I'm Richie Rich with imagination and I died & went to Google Heaven
This is my homework on
creating a tour book to draw sightseers to The South Bronx of America. It is a
dream come true to fulfill a childhood wish to live life like a Great American
Novel, one that reads like science fiction.
http://thegreatamericantweet.blogspot.com
Friday, May 1, 2015
I have an idea....
This is my homework on
creating a tour book to draw sightseers to The South Bronx of America. It is a
dream come true to fulfill a childhood wish to live life like a Great American
Novel, one that reads like science fiction.
Chapter One: It was a dark and
stormy night.
Fury of bangs on the door was
followed by an order to leave my mother’s furniture behind. We were to get bunk
beds. People left their belongings behind to be thrown out of windows like a
scene from a movie by DreamWorks on The Holocaust.
Paradise Management took over
the building.
Paradise was Hell
The new landlords wanted
everyone out to raise the rent to nearly 3,000 dollars in the South Bronx of
lower income to no income. This poor town is a homeless shelter.
My mother was harassed to
move out by her mailbox being ripped from the walls. She has been a tenant
before Watergate brought shame to the country.
To prevent her homelessness,
I wandered for miles looking for help from the city in the silence of a heat
wave over the Bronx Zoo. Under cool shades of trees, I closed my eyes to dream
on how to help my disabled mother. I died and went to Google Heaven
What a dream imagination.
Justice. Pursue justice…
Rebel Without A Cyber Cause
Sees A Red Door And Wants To
Paint It Black
Pride & Joy & Dirty
Dreams Still Surviving In The Streets
My Lady Jane, Miss You, Must
Be My Imagination,
Under My Thumb The Girl Who
Pushed Me Around
She’s My Rock & Roll
Waiting For A Friend
Some Puerto Rican Girls Are Dying
To Meet You
Pleased To Meet You Start Me
Up
I’m Just Lying To Myself…
And No One Else…
Shattered
Think I’m Turning Japanese
Anime. I Really, Really, Really, Really, Think So!!!
Jane!!! Stop This Crazy Media Thing by Danny Aponte of
Public School 161
An essay on Freedom of Speech to sing songs like a canary in
a coalmine
Copyrighted in The South Bronx of Legal Graffiti from Here
To Eternity
LLAP
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Dream Reality
Jane!!! Stop This Crazy Media Thing by Danny Aponte of
Public School 161
An essay on Freedom of Speech to sing songs like a canary in
a coalmine
Copyrighted in The South Bronx of Legal Graffiti from Here
To Eternity
LLAP
Poetfolio Part 1:
Dream Murals & Other Planes Of Existence In Galaxy Of Inner Space
Fifty shades of gray prison bars of poverty can’t contain my
expanding imagination…
Can you help me with my homework? I have a dream for the
city that never sleeps.
I have to create a tour book to draw tourists to The South
Bronx of America.
I know its Mission: Impossible to put Americans on police
line-ups.
I know how to do it. We’ll start a revolution in social
evolution
Give me what I want and nobody gets hurt
Jane!!! Stop This Crazy Media Thing by Danny Aponte of
Public School 161
An essay on Freedom of Speech to sing songs like a canary in
a coalmine
Copyrighted in The South Bronx of Legal Graffiti from Here
To Eternity
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
You are under arrested development
Poetfolio Part 1:
Dream Murals & Other Planes Of Existence In Galaxy Of Inner Space
Fifty shades of gray prison bars of poverty can’t contain my
expanding imagination…
Can you help me with my homework? I have a dream for the
city that never sleeps.
I have to create a tour book to draw tourists to The South
Bronx of America.
I know its Mission: Impossible to put Americans on police
line-ups.
I know how to do it. We’ll start a revolution in social
evolution
Give me what I want and nobody gets hurt
Jane!!! Stop This Crazy Media Thing by Danny Aponte of
Public School 161
An essay on Freedom of Speech to sing songs like a canary in
a coalmine
Copyrighted in The South Bronx of Legal Graffiti from Here
To Eternity
LLAP
50 shades of prison gray can't contain the colors of imagination
Poetfolio Part 1:
Dream Murals & Other Planes Of Existence In Galaxy Of Inner Space
Fifty shades of gray prison bars of poverty can’t contain my
expanding imagination…
Can you help me with my homework? I have a dream for the
city that never sleeps.
I have to create a tour book to draw tourists to The South
Bronx of America.
I know its Mission: Impossible to put Americans on police
line-ups.
I know how to do it. We’ll start a revolution in social
evolution
Give me what I want and nobody gets hurt
Jane!!! Stop This Crazy Media Thing by Danny Aponte of
Public School 161
An essay on Freedom of Speech to sing songs like a canary in
a coalmine
Copyrighted in The South Bronx of Legal Graffiti from Here
To Eternity
LLAP
Monday, April 27, 2015
How To Put Americans On Police Line-ups Without Becoming Public Enemy # 1
I don’t need for you to feel sorry for me because I’m deaf.
You made me hear all the music in the world when we kissed
for a month after we met in Paris by The Hudson. I can only draw the sound of
the love I feel for you.
I love you enough to let you go to find happiness on Earth
made Heaven by you.
I know you will find the man of your dreams.
That is my dream for you.
Dolce notte, ballerina
Ciao
P.S: I’m on the next flight to Spain if you want to stop me.
Lol
Poetfolio Part 1
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