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Resolve For a Positive Option To Pass the Test of Time

There are people who express their frustrations in extreme and fatal ways which take them out of the equation of "The Test of Time". These "Tests" are given to every last one of us at birth. There are millions of versions of these "Tests" due to the variables in their environments which they were brought up in. There are some inevitable variables though that wind up fatal regardless. I feel in these fatal situations, these people would have a blessing from the creator due to these unstoppable events. no matter Rich, Stable, or Poor, these "Tests" are here for everyone to go through. Fact: The elders of this world have "Resolved" many "Tests" or their lives would have been shortened before they would've reached 60,70,80,90, or even a whole century of lifespan on this planet! Imagine the many "Resolutions" they have to share with us through their "Tests" they had to take. Some of their "Tests" are very similar to ours of these current times, even though the trends are very different. No matter what, everybody gets slapped from time to time by life, you must suggest to yourself a positive"Resolve" and push forward. I have went through many "Tests" in the 36 years of my life and had to examine my options for a positive "Resolve" in these "Tests" and I expect many more in the future. So if you meet someone who says they rarely are "Tested" by life or they "Resolve" their obstacles swiftly, they're lying, because like I said they happen to everybody, some are sudden and there are some "Tests" that your only "Resolve" is to walk away from in a since and let it take it's course!

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Roz Thought 1

No matter what atrocities the world may place before us, we remain beautiful as we continue to overcome.

-Roz-

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Lady of the Blue

Blue, the color of cool, the choice of my description of her aura.
She's of a smooth mannerism, eloquent conversation, you could easily be enveloped in her circumference. There's a mood change in the rooms she walks in, the attention earned amongst the crowds she walks in, never meant to be taken. Particular in what hues she selects to mingle with, not so easy to share her vibes with any individual, resilient to obvious approaches. Jazzy notes are the tones of her voice, like the harmonics of a saxophone, she's a queen of her throne, independent behavior, flavor lingers even after she's gone. You could be blown by the topics she selects, she reflects on retrospect, analyzing forward prospects, while she remains copestetic.
A tickle of the brain she prefers, a taste of likeness from another, a touch of harmony would do, the scent of masculinity could subdue, the sounds of her walk, you may be enthused. This walk or...... “catwalk” I should say, is mesmerizing to any set of eyes. The rhythm soothes with each step, click, clack, one step in front of the next. She's a rare feline of femininity, it would raise a curiosity of her whereabouts and origin, but you would be compelled to remain fixed on those eyes of the moment your caught in.
To feel submissive to such a color laid back, is mystical as the embodiment of life itself. It may even make you feel you're in over your head when engaged to such a mist. However, the inevitable remains, surrounding celestial bodies orbit her, observing her tint of such an insatiable hue, Blue is this fair-lady's effervescence. I must admit, I'm at a bit of a crossroad of what direction I should take. Now I'm an observer as well, I understand now, it's a contagion with no cure, but sheer with sedation, no regulation, I could possibly overdose, here goes, let's see what comes of this as I begin propose.

Scribed by,
Roz

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Control

Control

                 Let’s discuss this world, we have governments in control by people, that control people, we have currency that controls people, but was created by people, we have sins that control people, in which people have created from their decisions, we have choices of drugs to control thoughts and desires created by people, to control people, we use sexual incentives to attract, satisfy, and spite, that control people’s emotion and logic, we impose our ideas upon the land, controlling the ecosystems and climate, endangering animal species, we are our own worst enemy, endangering our own species., mankind, I think manslaughter, it’s not even a battle, it’s self-massacre, an epidemic of control, people conquering people, for what, when we’re all blessed with the same planet.

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                                                            Roz

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Tapestry

There are days and nights, you smell it in the air, it’s coming, droplets of harmony from the sky orchestrated by the clouds from up above.

When this grand symphony performs my mind and soul dances, rejoicing from the sounds that quilt my ears with shallow and deep pitches, high and low tempos .

This beautifully woven art is what I call, “Tapestry”. If you observe and listen to the rhythm of these showers, your being becomes soaked into a meditation, you’re displaced out of your physical.

Tapestry either slows down or stops your routine of daily activities and at times is sudden, but shouldn’t never be considered an interruption, but a divine intervention of moisturizing the dry monotony.

You can use these events to intertwine with your lover as your bodies are massaged by the fabrics of Tapestry, your souls can relax from the bathing experience.

When there’s conflict amongst family and friends, let the heavens assist in consoling your problems with a congregation of aquatic sounds, cool and soothing.

We also are nourished by this symmetrical design, as it hydrates the land, all living organisms succumb and would cease to exist without.

Tapestry as you see has various effects on the world, we are blanketed with it’s many purposes and it should be respected and not tainted with pollution of our own creations that alter and hinder this constructed artwork blessing the planet, in which we should look at as a gift and not a curse from the creator.

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Roz

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The Eyes

The Eyes
					
			Look into my eyes,
	I have many visions, vivid, passionate,
	I keep you driven.
	I’ve locked you’re attention to my eyes,
	caressing your contours with my eyes,
	should I stop or continue to ride?

	I’ve opened your windows as we continue to cruise,
	 visions of physical rhythms,
	lubricating gears of your body which have stiffened,
	due to minimal use,
	again I ask, should I halt or continue to cruise?

	I dare not halt, for I’m at the epicenter of your earthquake, of your sensual endeavors,
which haven’t been provoked, tapped,or taunted, in which may seem like forever.
	
	Your terrain becomes hostile with joy and redemption, your aura shines and glistens,
	bright as sun, everybody listens, your being is in harmony, like that of a grand symphony,
	you, your family and friends so surprised, because all you did was looked into my eyes.


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								Roz