Lord Byron’s elegance pose and rhythm

Hello, follow writers, psalmist and crafters of rhythms.

Perfect order and delightful rhythm. These are the words I think of when I hear the Lord Bryan’s voice spoken though words pasted down from a time all but forgotten. The beauty however has not faded with the passage of time and the atrophy of morals and appreciation of true beauty in nature’s handed down gifts:

A child’s giggle.

A mother’s warm hug.

The birth of child.

The sun rise of the marriage between a husband and wife.

Life is not despair. Hope is not dead. Love and family are still worth fighting for.

L. M. Parker

P. S.

To my brethren in the Lord keep your spark of light alive and bring hope and gladness to every room and land your feet should step on.

Childish Gambino music is weird to me and I can’t stop listening to his songs.

Hello, writers, creators and artists in this post literary age. I greet you with high esteem and joy.

Have you ever been in a funk or angry at a love one that just wouldn’t stop talking. I’ve got a quick cure that will smooth out your rage with something weird. Listen to “This is America” by Childish Gambino. It’s like brain candy just trying to figure out the whole meanings and rhythm or reason to it all. Then, it comes down to being a pointless exercise that gets you nowhere. Listening to his song is like a wild crazy ride but here’s the kicker all his music is like this and I love it.

Why? The lyrics aside. The style of music reminds me of classic R&B, funk and experimental stuff. Again, I’m not your average music listener. I just play piano and I’m musically inclined to classic European classical but I like his music.

The music videos are crazy. But, so fitting to the music. So wild.

L. M. Parker

Epstein’s mystery. Living or dead he’s suffering in his own personal hell. All debts are paid baby.

I don’t believe them and neither should you.

The story goes that he was found in his cell un responsive and then later pronounced dead. The verdict suicide.

I wasn’t surprised to hear the news or that they have no evidence on camera that he killed himself. To many secrets.

The likelyhood of suicide is zero is the consistent view. The likelyhood he was killed is obvious.

So is that it? I don’t know. My questions. Where is the body? Can you be sure this man isn’t alive somewhere else? Why did they have to make so obvious? Do you believe anything anymore that we’re being told?

Someone conspired a plan to do this. To many theories consider. This the world we live in.

One I do know. Wicked man has been given is reward. All debts are paid.

L. M. Parker

News/journalism is a narrative game for control over people’s emotions to effect change.

I can remember watching a program on the history channel or PBS about a traditional news journalist on the last days in the newspaper business in the late 20th century.

He tells about how he got in the business and what stories his done that he remembers. I remember one bit of advice he learned in journalism.

If you have a news event you really want to capture people’s attention you can’t just give people stone cold facts. You have to work a narrative story element around the news otherwise people won’t care to pay notice of it because it doesn’t connect with them on a personal level. You have to capture the readers emotion.

It was shocking for the time I saw it in but not now. The last part of the documentary was crazy.

The journalist took a group of young students in to the Congo to do a report on a “general” and his young teenage army of child soldiers. The young boys have part of their stories about killing for the first and forcing women to have sex with them. The visit with the general comes to close with him forcing the journalist and his student journalist to have a nice stakes dinner with him under a tent.

The journalist commented on how good the stake was. It was crazy how they got out alive. But, then again the general did invite the journalist to his compound to interview them and write a story about him. I wonder why? Ego? Pride?

I honestly don’t know even after ten plus sense I watched the documentary.

If you have a story you want people to buy well then any seller will tell you that you have to get the sucker customer emotionally involved to the product so that they’ll buy the product. There is no such thing as a honest reporter without an motive behind why he writes or narratives a story on CNN or commentar on The View.

L. M. Parker

Moon embracing the Sun my all time favorite Korean drama

It was the early two thousands and the internet was young and I was obsessed or addicted to all things Japanese and Asian television shows uploaded from over seas. This was before you could Korean shows on Netflix.

Then, I found Moon Embracing the Sun. It was a single clip from mid season of the show. A political dueling conversation between a Korean king and his chief ministers. Keep in mind I no idea what they were saying but their acting and presence was awesome. Eventually I got the translation. I was disappointed.

I had to back track in the story to find out what was going on and the plot of the story. What I found was a treasure of moments and drama. The story about a young prince falling in love with a young lady and wishing to marry her and whole lot of metaphors for husband and wife archetypes of marriage and how unchecked desire can lead to great evil.

Give it a try. It’s a classic.

L. M. Parker

Politics is an arena of Rhetorical speech

I’ve heard it said many times in the past. Once, twice a hundred plus times in a year.

NPC: Why doesn’t Orange man stop his rhetorical speech and accept NPC narrative about him. He must accept he’s a racist. He is white. Therefore he is racist. Boom!

Orange man: Look at them talking about me again. Their so confused. Losers enchanted by their storytelling. Watch this. “I think if you don’t want to be here you should leave.”

NPC: We got you. Racist. White. Supremacist. White Supremacist racist. Boom! Violence. Impeach him. Violence impeach him.

Orange Man: Look at them. I wrote the book on this. Do you remember the chapter?

L. M. Parker: Chapter 2. Great book by the way. My mother got it for me before she thought you were insane.2020 Is going to be a circus show.

Orange Man: Just sit back and watch the show.

L. M. Parker

Hello, my name is L. M. Parker and I’m a millennial

There is it. I’m confessing to the truth. I’m a millennial. I fall into that line of being fed lies about men and women. The joy of video games and being girlfriendless for many years.

Okay. Now that that’s done. I’m done with fictional television dreams.

I want grown man’s dream. A home, kids and family of my own making and lastly…

I want a 1911 and a Merlin 336TDL for joy being a American.

L. M. Parker

Every new movie I watch I can’t see the story anymore all I can see now is man behind the red current…taking a dump on soul

I used to see just the story on the silver screen once long long time a go in my youthful days.

I can remember the last movie I went to see “The Black Panther” on film at theaters. I had already heard the rumblings. Still I wanted to give it chance because I liked the creator and I had read a few great stories.

So, I went in blind. Not knowing the story. The story wasn’t original and there were no surprises because I could see the political views laid out poorly and missteps everywhere where. I liked the movie but not for story or themes writers were trying to push.

I wasn’t lost in the story or let my mind taken by it. I couldn’t I was thinking about everything that was presented to me and analyzed everything like I was taking a test on film or the ABC’s of brain washing normal people.

It’s a interesting time that was boring for people that enjoy shutting their brains off. I wasn’t bored because it was a puzzle to figure how many messages were conveyed to me. It’s like that for me for these movies. I lost interest in seeing them because it’s to much of an exercise in figuring out Overlords scams to control my perception of reality.

A boxing match is much more fun.

L. M. Parker

Ownership 2.0 Intellectual property The gift that keeps on giving

Property of intellect

What’s the one form of property that you can own out right and you don’t have to pay a dime to get.

The answer: The property that can be made and credited to yourself because you made it or paid someone to make it for you.

I’m not a greedy person.

BUT!

Intellectual property is the best investment that keeps on giving. Imagine working months with no end on something to finish it and then to able to instantly create value. It’s amazing.

I’ve sold one item for $8.00 several times to different people for one bit of effort.

L. M. Parker

Hollywood Pretenders with no power pretty faces controlled by mice with big hats

I don’t want to be famous. Who would want to be a pretty face with no power.

Mario Lopez is a strange puzzle. A face saying a common statement of truth on a objective opinion and then not having the guts to own that opinion when the Overlords snap the whip in his direction. But, what is the bigger truth to consider?

ML is a rich, pretty face loser ruled by mice in pink suits and big hats. No.

Why did ML think he was free to speak? Did he forgot he had sold himself to the industry of vanity. No.

Why in God’s name does anyone remember this Pretender? ML has a profession of vapor. He’s an old dude still smiling like a fool ready to dance on big daddy Overlord’s lap for a dollar and some cheap dime store coke of fame. No.

Who was the Demon Overlord to greenlight Saved By The Bell the college years. Ugh! somebody get me a map to his cave and nightstick to use on his head.

L. M. Parker