Morning chapel
padre preaching
all new to me
came here for a natter
see what’s there to see
every hell has its angels
he don’t know ‘bout angels
how they fight
thrills of a motor bike
chariots o’fire
if he say he do, s’not true,
he aint read the manual
don’t know what a spanner’s for
he just know we threw it in
an’ it don’t work
I’d run out o’ booze
drunk as a lord
awake till morn
got no comfort
I ain’t weak
disinherited me
had nothin’ to give
always empty
it ain’t right
raised hungry an’ thirsty
plenty o’ scrapes
showed no mercy
weak for a tart
love n’ leave
that ain’t odd
yeah, was picked on
fight for me rights
they be-me-attitudes
an’ I’ll not change
bless ‘em they try
‘n they try
I’ll never change
if heaven is gained
through suffrin’
I’m in
man-ah never found
streets paved with bread
much less with gold
I looked for trouble
‘n found it
there ain’t no justice
tain’t no miracle
that’s why I’m here
tain’t no miracle
QUESTIONING ATTITUDES-:-
conceiving
anticipated
obduracy
typically
perceived
with AFFECTIONATE EMPATHY
harmonised
endlessly
gestures
effectively
stated
in IMPARTIAL ANECDOTALS
fascinatingly
extolled
commonplace
everyday
verbiage
Paris is about attitude and the art of slow living, where nothing’s urgent and everything’s fine.
But if you’re in school, that’s not true. I just began a group project (gp), and to paraphrase William Shakespeare, the storm has come again! GPs are big affairs with slow moving parts, like conceptualization and collaboration - and all that happens before any actual work is done.
Some cultures treat deadlines like casual suggestions but I get absolutely hinky in the loom of deadlines - I pace, chew fingernails and fret.
The other day, a TA (teaching assistant) asked me if I was trying to “prove something.”
The French invented ‘laze faire.’ after all, but I’m American enough to have dismissively said,
“I’d like to prove I can complete the assignment on time.”
Let’s get poet-y..
A trial comes, like a cloud, so dark it should thunder
but there’s no bromide, offer of shelter or tent to mock the storm,
it’s for us - as strangers - to return results which opinion crowns fair.
.
.
Let’s sing the blues:
O.K. I'll Play the Blues - Deanna Bogart
Emotions and Math - Margaret Glaspy
Preachin' Blues by Larkin Poe
Can do
Attitudes,
You too.
Kind gestures often generate jewelry
kindness generates kindness
attention generates attention
care generates love
Attitudes
Miracle Man
11/2/2024
Some people think “that its all about me,”
but they don’t see what others always see.
It’s I should come first in both thought and deed,
and getting the attention that I need..
Conversations are filled with platitudes,
this always exposes vile attitudes.
But often in life we will meet this kind,
bad attitudes I always leave behind.
Positive Attitudes
Miracle Man
3-13-2024
Now, I will make no claim of ever being a saint,
but I’ve always felt at peace after giving my best.
Often in life, thoughts have whispered “I can’t”,
But I’ve viewed those times as another faith test.
“Whether you believe you can do a thing, or not,
you are probably right.”
Henry Ford ?
when speaking the truths
is called " bad attitudes , "
arrogances
or egotisms,
remember that some victim players
are on different stages.
ATTITUDES
ever rising
in
temporary
affirmatives
&
hidden
uncertainties
in
conditioned
optimism
a
radical change
envisaged
of
time unlearnt
with
reciprocating
gestures
of
mutual respect
ever lasting
It was a minor car crash,
But they needed assistance.
The woman refused to help.
“Sheer lunacy,” she alleged,
to trust other people.
“Twill be the court for me,”
she moaned as she viewed
the wrecked ruined cars.
She refused to help.
He smiled, accepted the job
and said a fond goodbye to her,
never failing to see her face
wrinkled in a thousand frowns.
“How can you be cheerful and happy,”
she muttered. “Or did I not care for him?”
Oh he cared very much, but
He learned from experience
that he can only fashion his happiness,
even if it meant parting from her.
And frankly, he soon found out,
that leaving her worked better
than a wonder drug.
While bees produce honey that
sweetens life...
Men what do they do..?
salt to salt the world
and gall that bitterness
the existence ...!
During our recent, year-long pandemic imprisonment, my room - which, objectively, is a very nice room - seemed to transform, late-nights, into a tomb. I had to open all the windows just to feel like I could breathe.
Night after night, when the lights were out, I’d lay perfectly still, perfectly awake until all-hours, listening to crickets. There must be a billion of them in Georgia.
Persistent consciousness can drive you mad.
“Why are your windows open?”, my mom would say, hurrying to close them in winter (to save heat) and summer (to save cool).
I wouldn’t argue - I’d just shrug, wordlessly and reopen them once she left. I seldom argue anymore - I surreptitiously do whatever I want to.
Rules help us live together in peace
Rules give the hawk control of the geese
Rules are for fools
Who lack the tools
Rules light the way the whole world to fleece!
Combative Attitudes
Morning Thoughts
By Miracle Man
12-23-2019
The world today is filled with bias and hate,
and a sinful nature drives us to discriminate.
We speak the wrong language, to heavy, too thin,
and too many don’t like the color of our skin.
Shootings and other violence dominate the news,
and many professing Christians never fill the pews.
Too many today possess a combative attitude,
when toward each other we should show gratitude.
God didn’t destine us to experience life this way,
and our freedom of choice must bring HIM dismay.
We cry peace, peace, as peaceful things we spurn,*
True peace will never come until HIS return.
*(Hebrews 12:14 (KJV)
Follow peace with all men, and holiness, without which no man shall see the Lord:
*(Jeremiah 6:14)
“They have healed also the hurt of the daughter of my people slightly, saying, Peace, peace; when there is no peace.”
What should we be grateful for today?
Well, we woke up on Earth, hooray!
We woke up in a comfy bed,
We ate breakfast, enough said,
We turned on heating in this grey,
We can afford the bills, yet more yah!
I can write, teach, read and craft,
Floating on Planet Earth, our raft,
Be grateful, let our glad hearts sing,
What can we say about such things?
"The assassins have failed again."
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