I'm Basing This On
A Fortune Cookie:
'Finding Fault'
Has Little
Reward.
Is That A
Poem Yet?
Let It...
Go Three Ways...
1. Bait.
2. Now It Is.
3. Finding Something Beautiful
3b. In Everything Is
3c. Absolutely Insane.
It's Sure Hard Not To
Though, Sometimes...
I Mean: If You Have To
Explain It: It's Not Really
Magic?
-Gray Squirrel
12-07-2025
Not Happy
This morning on a site. we saw the hotel where
Hemingway stayed to write an important book
We wait to see which bed he slept in, also
it is an ad when a site feels the need to out-basing
such triviality
In the newspaper, that day was struck the sameness
how articles were written "We need to talk about"
and so on
We are told of a Ukraine war, not the reason only
that Russia wants the rest of Europe and other
blatant lies
Any critical observation about Israel is dismissed
out of hand as anti-Semitic, censoring our minds
when not asking the obvious questions
In Holland, farms are closed to give land to new
towns filled with people who hate the West and
wants to declare Shari law
A replacement of old stock, planned by George Soros
and other, ill-meaning people
In the meantime, the cold wind has ceased, and the flowers
on the balcony sing towards the sun, as we are told
we will have nothing and be happy about it
Believing is man's real problem
especially concerning God's word
for some reason, it's all denial
why oh why, unbelief is so absurd
God has made it so simple
Jesus died on the cross for you
He shed His blood to set you free
believe this for it's all true
The truth of God's word
encourages real faith seeing
so you also can believe
God's with you to believing
So from today till the glory
the Lord looks for your faith
show yourself as one approved
I will confess my Lord you saith
God is absolutely pleased
when He sees your faith in action
by believing in His dear son
Jesus your saviour be your reaction
(This is written basing my thoughts on the hymn " I do believe, I will believe")
I Do Believe, I Will Believe
1 I do believe, I will believe
That Jesus died for me,
That on the cross He shed His blood,
From sin to set me free.
2 I do believe, I now believe
The truth of God’s own Word;
And from today till glory bright,
I will confess my Lord.
(c) Bible Truth Publishers
For a complete chemical reaction
It needs some chemical elements, a catalyst
And a balanced chemical equation
Under a scientific theory , of course
But in this scientific and digital world
We use to forget to think scientifically or digitally
Instead of a scientific mind
We have cultivated a mind
Overwhelmed with selfishness , greediness and arbitrary
Ignoring the fact that
The world isn't bound to satisfy all our urges and yearns
But basing on the theory of Causes and effects
We get what we sow
Let's think scientifically or digitally as much as possible
And for the unknown let's leave it to our almighty god
I'm tired,but I still have to live
I'm tired,with so much to give
Never knowing when the world will end
So hard to raise kids in a world of sin
It depends on what you know!!
Thinking hard as I'm going to the top floor
Trying to hide,but they still watching
24 hrs later and the demons are still clocking
Thinking deep,as I release this frustration
I'm tired of not knowing what I'm facing
The thoughts of someone you can relate to
Basing kindness off what someone gave you
I'm tired,60 words with 60 seconds racing
Telling my fears that you made it
Azure hearts turn red when oxygen hits
Yellow mood today, submarine, Beatles, sunshine.
Gypsies, tramps and thieves.
Cher in my mind, song ends, rewinds, repeats.
Her Indian outfit by Bob Mackie, pure wow.
How you dressed Cher and Carol Bob. Pure Diva.
As if we could have loved either of them anymore.
And yet we did.
Thanks to your clothes.
Green eyes. Only seven percent of the world
Reportedly has them. Hazel? Maybe. Green? Unsure.
But mine have gold flecks. Multi-colored.
No one’s eyes are exactly the same.
Mine are fading a bit, not the same as yesterday
Or maybe even two hours ago.
Tula Rula Rula. Azure hearts turning red.
But blue under the skin.
You can see that when you look at your wrist vein, right?
Dendrites are on fire today,
Free-basing, not needing any input from me
As they do not have to deal with oxygen or
Reality or anything else.
Rapidly spinning into a red and blue mood.
Patriotic feeling, in spite of things.
You say that you are Catholic
What exactly does that mean
That you eat fish on Fridays
Instead of red meat
You say that you are Baptist
Never smoke, drink, cuss, nor dance
But what else do you try otherwise
Given half a chance
You say that you are Muslim
And pray 3 times a day
Does what you love outside the Mosque
Make it all okay
You say that you are Jewish
And only Kosher touches your lips
Is that as far as the thoughts of God
Rumble in your head
Please believe me sincerely
I'm not trying to put religion down
Just the thoughts and practices
That we have let slide too far South
It's when we say we are okay
Is when we ought to worry
As we try and find heavens lights
Always in a hurry
We take the path of least resistance
In our forever foggy minds
All along insisting
With God we're doing fine
Basing our salvation
On what it is we do
In our work relation
Instead of on the truth
So whether it is you eat fish
Or pray 3 times a day
Only let Kosher touch your lips
Don't dance the night away
Remember religion serves a purpose
In what at times we need to find
But God himself is what it's all about
And His great love divine
Relation Refined
In soul’s arcane altar my ego immolation
Flamboyant redesign of our bittersweet relation
Expressing sans intercessor , our quiescent emotion
Editing our ambivalent attitude clearing confusion
Basing trust as the quintessence our new solution
Spray of luscious true love beyond tactile horizon!
10th November 2016
For contest: Ten word challenge -2
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Birthing a bio-novel, Brenda
writes with a buoyant agenda -
basing her book on Bart Barbour,
the best boatman in Boston’s Harbor.
He’s big, brave and belligerent
and like her dad, an immigrant.
Her bridegroom's a pirate, she boasts,
born and bred on the Barbary Coasts.
Busted for slave trading, bright Bart
broke free and built a fine fish mart.
Brenda bares her heart for display
at his fishery on Boston Bay.
She brags on becoming his bride;
believable, but not bona fide.
Write on, Brenda, define your beau;
my bet - you’ll beguile a real hero.
written Sept. 28, 2016
My passion has changed
I remember basing my life solely off of
The so called Christ
Oh how I was hoodwinked into thinking
God was the one who sanctioned
my people's extinction
New to the conscious movement
My passion is to move my people
The way they are subconsciously moved
By the agenda of the elite, it's bittersweet
We have passion but we're about the wrong things
We have no idea that we can raise ourselves
Outta this war we're in
We're the lions in the den
We want it to end but the question
I asked myself is do we know Where to begin
We treat our friends like foes
While our foes are wolves in sheep's clothes
My passion lies in the unity of my people
But it seems so far away
like I'm looking outta peep hole
We realize how deadly the poison is
And some of us knowingly has
passed that on to our kids
We've got so use to dying daily
I wonder do we even care to live
In this old sensing bad world,
Old is good,
The old culture,
Listening to a song nature,
Music their literature,
A violin at every home,
Like one with Nero Rome,
Violin in feminine for the men then,
A fiddle in the middle of hands,
The four strings of violin like four nerves of women,
Carrying not blood but fear,incomprehension,shyness,
And loathing no men but own men,
The women were pure like music from violin,
The old not violent,
But a good violin,
Oh Girl! let the music play on from the old violin!
(Basing on the culture of our South Asian bounds)
TAGORE ON
I just happened reading Rabindranath Tagore’ s poem called “The Gardener.”
The Gardener XL: An Unbelieving Smile
“……the dark rim of your eyes.
Then smile as archly as you like
when I come again.”
I am a Wheel, my blood flows inward
Of its spokes.
I am a Star,
My blood dissolves
In its Middle.
The Middle is without Time.
Here is where I am born.
Here the Poet letting Go:
Pollen, Sac, Belly
To more giving
Yes—
The weeks go on
And I contemplate the Gardener
Basing on cumulative
Bending, drawing in
Giving Magnificence
Back to the Universe
Stranded between Reason and Awe.
Tagore brings the World
In as Word/song.
With Black and white
His work became tight
As the freest gift
In specially the Light.
-Daniel de Cullá
It is not a knowledge based judgement when stereotyping is your research.
It is a judgement off of broad and unclear definitions (labels) made up by "people in power" to oppress diversity.
So before you make judgments off of discriminatory facts, remember; I believe half the truth is equivalent to the whole lie.
Therefore, if your basing what you perceive you know of me by broad and unclear labels, it is a complete and utter lie to say you know my kind. (Shyne930)
Without anticipating my actions
I step enter the fray
Using ever ounce of my will to eradicate the violence
Basing my principals on justice and equality
This Ive regained my trust in the future
Keep calm and alert I remain
Standing and walking without creeping
But understanding the world I weep
The memories won’t let you forgive,
the crimes passion that I did.
Despite the brave face that you put on,
I know the trust within will never see a new dawn.
Laying next to me with a watchful eye,
you say ‘okay’ but know the moment will never die.
Holding on more so because of loneliness rather than belief.
the winding times force our oak tree to shed weeping leaves.
Your anxiety is ripe in conviction,
knowing the truth was born from intuition.
Basing your feelings on past emotion,
I try to fight the tide to avoid our relationship eroding.
Only time will tell whether we will survive this,
and open our hearts to once again embrace bliss.
Reminiscing upon the mistake as something fleeting,
so our love can reconnect from an act of cheating.
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