If I could, I would tie your arms to a daydream and then auction you off to my fondest memories… shackled to the most important chapter of my life story…pressed into the basement of my eyelids like…like liquid salvation”
Yes! The November Freebie is officially announced! If you’ve read our “Contest” tab (yea, that cool tab right there at the top of the page between Contest & Meet the Cast), then you know that every now and again The PBS blog has a monthly drawing between it’s members, both those who are followers of our blog as well as those who Like our Facebook Page. Every so often, we randomly select two of our supporters for a chance to win a FREE gift! This Month, November, we are choosing ONE blogger and ONE Facebook Liker (since technically not all of our supporters are bloggers).
Each winner will receive a FREE $10 Barnes and Nobles Gift Card sent to their e-mail address. I know I know, not much huh? Wrong! If you know what you’re doing, you can buy tons of used books at very low prices if you know where to look. I once bought 5-6 books for less than $20 at B&N, you just gotta know how to bargain, know what I mean?
All you have to do is be a Supporter of PBS and you are automatically entered into our occasional monthly drawings.
We will be announcing this month’s winners real soon so watch your e-mails closely, you may just see your name!
Winners will be picked sometime before the end of this week. Will it be YOU?
Thought I saw her self-esteem in the carpet.
Her back bearing the burden of bare floors
forks that scraped the bottom of clay plates
Thought I saw pain on the side of her state
Thought I saw her spirit cut low like the grass.
Scattered pieces of forgetfulness floating fluently throughout her bones
clung its skin like melted wax welding its warring arms wildly in the sun
I asked her
Why she allowed herself to suffer she said, “I’m waiting for a change to come.”
I walked on…
I felt metallic liquid lick my cheeks, the blood of one who’s hung.
His body shriveled up in the bowels of his own sadness,
His face “a raisin in the sun”
I can see that his faith had fallen down to his knee caps.
But his eyes bulged boldly on and his life sped passed me in just a few years
Till my taste buds could create a meal from the salt I saw dancing in his tears
Telepathically he told me
that he didn’t die right here beneath this oak tree
But, “stepping foot inside this land is what killed me” He said
And like a mad woman I stared deep into a dead man’s eyes and said, “I see.”
“So why do you hang out here like one whose been hung?”
He told me, “Cuz I’m waiting for a change to come”
I walked on….
And this time crossed the Jordan
And I could hear nothing but the soft laughter of children in my ears
till I realized I had not entered the promised land,
but this was a street court filled with Jordan fans
hope bounced back and forth to the sound of merciless concrete
polished “Niks” was like knives reaching for revolution in the air
it was cold
but the men were hot
the American dream tied around the wings of the goddess of victory
these were project kids with $200 dollar Nikes
unknown vehicles hitting the streets
and then the seats
were suddenly empty
I realized then that I had been standing in the middle of a blank street
a court turned into a corpse
Low income homes now funeral homes, they trampled upon one another
fighting to “one up” one another
silently and still
I saw it
pieces of paper scraped up and scattered to the four corners
(Guess that’s why were still fighting one another for street corners)
basketball balled up and clumped like a clot of blood
carved into the cracks in the streets where crack addicts one day roamed the streets
this balled up clot of hopelessness “Where are you from??”
it told me,
“I wish to go back…but I am waiting for a change to come.”
For today’s recipe Sunday, we’re making Chicken Pot Pie! It’s one of my favorite dishes and so easy to make. You won’t get my exact recipe, but here’s the next best thing.
• Chicken (obviously right). Get the Chicken breast or boneless so it’s easier to cut into pieces.
• Bisquick Pancake Mix
• Frozen Vegetables (or raw vegetables for you fancy chefs out there)
• 1 Egg (more if you’re making a large portion)
Preheat oven to 400°F.
First, cook the chicken fully and slice it up into tiny chicken pieces.
Mix chicken pieces, veggies and cream of chicken soup together and spread into bottom of greased pie pan or pan of choice (it tastes better if you use melted butter as a lubricant instead of regular spray oil). Also, when I’m making a large portion, I like to use a roasting pan in replace of a pie pan.
Mix remaining ingredients (Bisquick, milk and egg) and pour on top of chicken mixture.
Bake in oven for 30 minutes or until top turns golden brown.
*Note: The pictures used in this post are not mine. I did not have time to take pictures of the one I made but these use the same ingredients and look just as good! 🙂
Have you ever sat still just to reflect, to meditate, or to put things into perspective? Do you remember how you felt after you did that? Did this bring you peace? Depression? How does reflection affect you?
It’s a good idea to seek to understand more about yourself sometimes. We live in a world that is so occupied with trying to figure out why others are doing what they’re doing and why we should care that we seldom have time for ourselves. I don’t mean time for ourselves in the selfish sense of the word because if you can’t figure how to help someone else, have you actually succeeded in life? Aside from money, family and friends have you helped someone today? So, not selfishly, but reflectively, how often do we preserve time for ourselves? What is it about you, that makes you, you? What is it that you would like to change about yourself? How can you as the individual use your gifts to help better the world? Do you even care about such things? And you can be honest; it’s just you and life right now. Being true to yourself and being able to recognize those things about you can give way to great peace. If a homeless man thought he was a rich man, he will never fully function until he realizes the truth. He will not be able to take his rightful place until he realizes he is out of his place. The foundation of truth is rooted primarily in a people’s ability to know who they are. It is an identity that gives way to the substance in our lives. It is what we live for and what we die for. It is the struggle to appreciate our part in the world and to appreciate others and how their contribution is interconnected with our own.
So today, do not worry about how others see you, how many mistakes you made, or even how great you are, just reflect. What is it in your life that you need to change for the betterment? What is it that you can improve on? Think about these things without adding anyone else into the equation. Like I said, this is just you and life right now. Nothing else in the world matters at this moment.