- Casa Columbo -
An Intro to Pinko Palino &
Ring Around the Rosie,
The Public Level Colloquium / Manual
They All Fall Down
: as narrated by Pinko Palino
Copyright ©1985 - circa - 2001 all rights reserved
Many thanks to The Blue Rose Gallery for the donated space, as currently
occupied by Pinko.
ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER
Chapter One VISION ON
Chapter Two EXOFFICIO
Chapter Three SOCIAL SERVICE
Chapter Four SAY UNCLE
Chapter Five VENDETTA
Chapter Six A SPECIAL KIND OF FRIEND
Chapter Seven BROTHER-HOOD
Chapter Eight INNOCENCE AND ILLNESS
Chapter Nine THAT GIRL
Chapter Ten TWISTER
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To the Family
Parents for the sacrifices imposed and met with surmountable pain and strength, surviving the onslaught of walking through hell together, their only allies being the love shared between them, catalyzing an unbreakable oneness against all the odds, with the only sanctuary being the Lord coupled with the welfare of the collective family.
Fallen peers for their ultimate sacrifice of life, victims supreme, though not in vein as these spirits disemboweled from life, continue as the impacting and inspiring force instilling a desire to champion truth, restoring honor where the blankets of slander lie, overcoming boundaries that they may never more be present, sparing if only one the agony inherent of ignorance and disillusioned souls.
Siblings that they may comprehend the invisible bond of blood, which
as it has been coined a phrase, is in fact thicker than water, and must
be treated with respect, for all have but one thing in common despite any
dissconfigurations inflicted by society, specifically being one another
regardless of occurring pretenses, fabricated from other than natures undeniable
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My Parents, Reverend Bill Dengor and Mr. Bog Callar Q.C.. for whom without their eminent dedicated roles, I would not have known even one true member of my family, and therefor would not have had this opportunity of realization for the expressing.
Jill for her compassionate support given freely from the heart to her friend, my brother Cory, as well subsequently befriending our Father through sharing her kinful joys denied himself in the absents of his own children, and in so also proving the man quite able around children, contrary social persecutions.
Jack, for the friendships present at times of need, his son as my school mate in our youthful days, whom formed an invisible conduit connected from myself to my father, unsuspecting to further social persecution.
All those that have lent an ear, understanding and/or guidance, whether
suspecting or derived from another level.
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The title appears oh so innocent, but what meanings can be found within. Typically for most people the simplest concept would prove the norm, in thus a pleasant children's nursery rhyme. With either the essence of this rhyme or of our story, the only admiralties of hidden realities are the wise, and the courageous innocent children harmonizing to the bitter sweetest of ends, unknowing of the extent of pandemonium and mayhem though yet remaining diligent until death.
In order that I might expound the magnitude of our scope, first I must share the history of the ditty. So how the tune goes, "Ring around the Rosy" may be considered the focal point of no return encompassing an ancient quarantined plague. In the center of the quarantine the children amuse themselves as their cheeks glow a "rosy" red as a result of the infinite toll of disease. These times were so primitive, from the "pocket" was administered snuff, wrapped in a hanky to be breathed through. "Posies" were the flowers required to relieve the labored way of breath. The society, few of wisdom and many in ignorance and fear, shun with their silence, "husha husha", warning the young of life's susceptibilities in seeing they the diseased, will surly "all fall down" and cease to exist in the awe and all seriousness of illness, whether mental, physical or spiritual. Ashes to Ashes.
The capacity of your own minds eye will determine the extent of your own ability to diagnose the appropriate context of disease, in order to follow the varying convictions to be deciphered from the entirety of these pages. It must be acknowledged that many ghosts will be revealed, their tales astounding and more perverse than any commonly known disease of the natural world. As outrageous as it may appear to the modern man, profane attitudes are instilled by man on himself in a larger and more profoundly appalling degree, in this our society today. The greater atrocity of our era is that, unlike the diseased people of the past whom did not consciously know any better, or hadn't any control of their circumstance, not only dose man now have such control but we have also distorted this power in literally creating the disease of all diseases, lost souls living out a subsistence in purgatory, surrounded by a Ring of demons pacified only by a different flower, specifically a rose remains the symbol of peace and love. Meek are the children, unprotected and abused in an absolute lack of moral protocol, inherent throughout the system and more eminently the world. Many of our young through no fault of their own are destined to becoming the derelict delinquents, adding fuel to the proverbial fire, their rose having been consumed by the devils hand.
One thing remains obscured through all and all... If the children should grow to become productive citizens successful of life and its challenges, remaining untainted while opposing incompetence of supreme reign... And too the devil continues unchecked and free, where from will come truth, honor, duty, courage, justice, respect, and righteousness? The mystery remains, the resolve is yours. Whom is it that will ultimately fall down? Every one of us has the devil inside, for as a two sided sword, without negative there is not an appreciation for positive.
I dare to share with the world, striving with a hope for humanities salvation through showing a trail of murder, rape, belligerence, stupidity, greed, vanity and incompetence, which we may sum up and call the modern day plague, that continually imposes a catalyst for ignorant segregation shown from all that humiliation which has been hushaed for countless years. Meticulously you will see how our fellow man allowed, nay, assisted two half brothers to reside in this country, the translations of their Christian names becoming as one identity. One was an evil bastard, and greedy impostor determined to reign through manipulative violence, and who was also accompliced by his equally illegitimate peasant type family. The other was my Father, a God fearing soul who was unwittingly duped into relinquishment of his being, only to later discover how his half brothers had raped his wife, banished his children and murdered kin for property. Ponderous riddles appear throughout, examples of how it can be that both a Father and his sons treasures can just vanish. Intriguing as well is how a fathers mother which died during W.W.II and was permanently put to rest in the home land at that given time, though yet this conflicts with evidence that states the same woman later immigrated, lived, died and thence was buried as one and the same mother, though be it under protest from the true mother's son, in that she the impostor was contaminating his new world family plot. Eminently all of this chicanery has been cohortly obscured by the powers liken to the George Orwell's fable, ultimately Big Brother from his entitled 1984. Scaaarey Spooooky. He really is watching! The one biggest flaw in this conspiracy however, is that this is a visible president setting case so sensitive as to have changed the laws, and is also responsible for the then revamped family rights structures and procedures. Surly one can not accepted the case today as being non existent or insignificant by whatever decree, and besides if the contents were either so irrelevant or so pointed, then why had it been sealed so very very tight without any regard for the greater personal interests of the persons to whom the case pertains?
Upon total comprehension you must ask yourself if the owning be of the
uncultured, or maybe the learned products of society? I'd rather suspect
the duty of an informed society lies with Governmental Social programs,
however this avenue's design lacks the peoples scrutiny, shamefully failing
that collectively it's foremost responsibility is our people's word. But
wait, this statement would ultimately expose many a hypocrite and will
not due in the perspective of government and man. Perhaps we should disguise
truth as the disease like it has been versed within these pages, chances
are this cop out looks blameless enough. So, now where lies the responsibility
to treat the illness. I guess that its back to productive society, you
and I. Perhaps a lost cause unless man is able to pull it together. Otherwise
history will repeat itself, and so as it goes we will "all fall down"!
Being so, the only consultation to this essay is... in showing all the
blatant extremes, it may well make visible the total disregard to an evident
point of pure obviousness, and therefor presents the clear need for addressing
all respects of derelict attributes throughout civilization, as it is consciously
deemed. God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things that should be changed, and the wisdom
to know the difference.
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ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER
"There must be some way out of here, said the Joker to the thief,
There's to much confusion, I can't get no relief."
Businessmen they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them among the line know what any of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited,? the thief, he kindly spoke.
There are those among us who feel this life is a joke,
But you and I we've been through all that, and this is not our fait,
So lets not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view,
while all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wild cat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
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click VISION ON click
Could it per chance possibly be, once or twice I did see?
That of which when it began, in years to early to understand.
Yes it's true I can recall, the pictures so vivid in their awe!
The ones I see behind the wall, the men resemble not in all.
The pieces together they fit, would this be the position you sit?
I'll say today that it is me, who proclaims all in my glee.
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click EXOFFICIO click
My Dad, he trusted you, a responsibility long over due.
The law, it kept us apart. Then he died, a broken heart.
It is known, he was ill in health. Is this a reason to pilfer the wealth.
Long time ago, its been said, Someone tried the same with lead.
Who left for you, one of four? Your not entitled any more!
As it seems you didn't care. So why else than kin's welfare?
I suspect that it was you, Whom interfered and made him blue.
I believe, its prejudice you hold Were Cory here, you'd feel the cold.
Time is short, for I have roared. You'll see vengeance is that
of the Lord.
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click SOCIAL SERVICE click
Take the title, what's it mean...
Seems to me living a dream.
Have a mention, that is yours...
Hey no way, they close the doors.
We the Country, do employ...
Members to status, oh so coy.
Present the issues, problems to fix...
They'll play with your head, the facts they mix.
Aren?t we lucky, aren't we smart...
Paying our people, to tear us apart.
Would we learn, its out of control...
How to put conscience, on patrol?
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Who are they, in this family...
I'd known but one as Miley.
Sister to Wolfie, hubby was Wren...
The only acquaintance, at age ten.
Mom she wished, to visit the dying...
Who said why-no-way, scamming and lying.
Concerns of wealth, and what was gained...
The beast of burden, taking pleasure returning pain.
Deranged by soul, spirit and mind...
Attributes the ways, shown our kind.
Is it so hard, accepting truth...
Realizing these patterns, so uncouth.
What can be seen, that no one can hide...
Deep dark secretes, from the pride.
Isn't it known, its nobody right...
Denying relations, to cause this plight.
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From a time, long gone by...
They told to all, terrible lies.
Gaining power, to manipulate...
In return, they all partake.
Changing personalities, once renown...
to a tune, poor in sound.
It is theirs not our mistake...
Living learning, whom is or isn't great.
Having knowledge, of this game.
Its not us but them, living in shame.
Now is the time, to fair the weather...
Realizing which families, to begin together.
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A SPECIAL KIND OF FRIEND
If there's someone you can talk to,
Someone no one can replace,
If there's someone you can laugh with,
till the tears run down your face,
if there's someone you can turn to,
when you need a helping hand,
If there's someone you can count on,
to advise and understand,
If there's someone you can sit with,
and need not say a word,
If there's someone you can trust,
to keep every confidence they've heard,
If there's someone you think more of,
as each year comes to end,
Your a lucky person,
For you've found a special kind of friend.
Do you know this poet?
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Far from me ye accursed, into the eternal fire that has been prepared
for you by the Devil and his ministers. You yourselves have earned it,
and now enjoy it. Go ye from me, descending into the eternal darkness
and into the unquenchable fire!
Who's words are these?
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INNOCENCE AND ILLNESS
There is someone I know, close to me...
I'd show if I could, my memories to be.
Our sister and brother, any blood were not...
Tampered with us, before own true thought.
Innocent as we, for they too were young...
Instilling thoughts, of those we'd like hung.
This to forgive, for me is done...
But realization I wish this someone.
Where is that girl I knew, so giving of herself,
When she was caring about, those she?s putting on a shelf.
Listen to the melody which comes from the heart,
Of those that could be close, weren?t you pulling apart.
Knock off the remarks, and be your own,
Your not impressing anyone, this you?ve been shown.
If you?d put forth the effort, to others that?s due,
You?d find all the happiness, returned to you.
When people help those, willing to help themself,
The return is far more, than just common wealth.
The ball it?s in your court,
I?d think twice before cutting myself short.
Could it be, that you?ve misjudged,
As it seems you hold a grudge.
I fear your plans, they do entail,
Attitudes suitable to those in Jail.
It now looks that you are grown,
Although it appears, you?ve yet been shown...
That your free to rise, to be immune,
In reflecting times of misfortune.
It won?t be handed you on a silver platter,
Especially should you think it doesn?t matter.
Believe it or not, these are the class?s,
Which makes one wiser, beyond the masses.
Now I hope for you, to see this gain,
To put a stop to needless pain.
Should you take these words in haste,
You?ll be alone, in all a waste.
Though it?s certain, you?ll do as you must,
Remember always, in love to trust.
These friends of yours, you have their ears,
But when it counts, will they be near?
The life you?ve lived, so full of trouble,
Will only be cleared if to break the bubble.
So take hold of all that?s worsened,
And apply it to realizing your a better person.
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