I rarely eat my breakfast out
But, as a special treat,
We took our guests to Effy’s,*
Hoping that we’d get a seat.
It’s half a block from where we live
And breakfast gets a crowd.
We took a chance, though, and lucked out.
(Reserving’s not allowed.)
Surprisingly, the outdoor spots
Were filled, despite the heat,
But in the room inside, we found
A cool and calm retreat.
A varied menu let us choose
From middle eastern meals
To pancakes, wraps and sandwiches,
All with their own appeals.
We ate, we drank, we chatted
In a pleasant atmosphere,
The buzz of fellow diners
Adding to the Sunday cheer.
A break from a routine
Can often bring about a smile
And a state of satisfaction,
Even if once in a while.
*Effy’s Café on the upper east side of Manhattan
Back when we were small,
Everything felt true
Since at that time
We were experiencing something
Fresh and new.
We didn't pay attention to life's worries;
We didn't care,
For the real world was wide
And our happiness bare.
Our mentors seemed
To have had their lives figured out.
Yet, they were the ones that needed
Proper guidance and bring about.
Every fun, every trip,
Every single memory
Tug at a piece of us;
Something that takes a long time
For recovery.
The day arrived
When the light and hearty pride
That was rooted in our hearts
Disappeared.
For the clock began to sprint
And the easy seasons died
As we stood infront of the real world,
Our innocence denied.
So let us enjoy the moment
Instead of living at a different timeline
Because while we focus on one problem,
This period might also slip by.
An ambition to spread a message to exist in a self loving state
Manifesting joy let all anger abate
Bring about cohesion everyone's my best mate
Initiate much laughter each day i navigate
Take every opportunity to love a fellow man not castigate
Introduce a code of truth not one full of hate
Open the heart messages from God will satiate
Nourishment of the soul it's never too late
We war not, with flesh and blood you see,
The battle for our soul, is inside of you and me.
It’s the darkness, that the world slips in the heart,
all the hurt, anger and frustrations, it tears us all apart.
We all have our own battles, in this life you see,
warring against flesh and blood, only adds to our misery.
When all the hurt, anger and pain, is alive inside,
from these things, we have no place to hide.
We have to face them, head on in truth you see,
our one true battle, is inside of you and me.
To take those things, that destroys the heart,
thoughts, feelings and emotions, play there very part.
Putting them in, there true rightful place,
with forgiveness, understanding and grace.
To see, to know, and to understand,
the battle of the soul, isn’t fought by hand
There is a way, that seems right to us, you see,
yet they only bring about, more than misery.
“I think scars are like battle wounds-beautiful in a way. They show what you’ve been through and how strong you are for coming out of it.”
Demi Lovato
Love has a broad reach
It’s truly magical and deep
With power to bring about peace
It boldens the shy and meek
A broad reach it can create
With warm touch procreate
And continue in a face
Blended like a copy a babe
A broad reach it is divine
Love gives sight to blind
It’s not selfish and it’s kind
True love stands test of time
Love each other and self as well
Create heaven on earth avoid hell
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A faint light begins to appear on the horizon before the sun rises visibly. It is the chariot of sun arriving to herald dawn. A magical happening occurring every day that almost goes unnoticed. But look at the horses that pulled the chariot. They feel, credit goes to them to bring about demise of darkness and breaking forth of light of the day. (Horses symbolize sense organs and the mind minding them, a domain of ego claiming credit for all that happens). The truth is: it is the soul/atman that enables all of it. A voice within seems to say….
_________________________
Hold thy hyped horses
And feel not like a proud frog
Through diurnal courses,
Everything gets laid as logged,
Howl not, thou art but a cog.
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Musings | 23.05.2026 | day/dawn, darkness, horse, light, sun, Tanka
Jesus, Jesus, hear my plea,
may your Spirit, live in me;
Father, hold me, in your palm,
safe, secure, from all of harm.
Jesus, Jesus, I shall sing,
for my one Creator King;
who left his home up above,
to redeem us, by his love.
Jesus, Jesus, calm my soul,
in my struggles, help me so;
still the sea, around my feet,
make my life, in you, complete.
Jesus, Jesus, help me live,
all my soul, to you, I give;
keep my mind, from strife and doubt,
worldly humans bring about.
Jesus, Jesus, fix me please,
take away all my disease;
yet, your Will, not mine, I pray,
each and ev'ry single day.
Jesus, Jesus, I adore,
help me strive to know you more;
grant me, with a heart, so big -
naught on earth, I can't forgive.
Jesus, Jesus, guard my heart,
never leave me, nor depart;
through the highs and lows of life,
share my gladness, bear my strife.
Jesus, Jesus, I am free,
help me then, abide in thee;
grant me strength, to run the race,
full of mercy and of grace.
05/27/2026 (First penned)
Many used to tell me it's time to drop off
that's 'cause my initials say I am a DAG
This nickname occurred when these initials
were engraved on a gladstone bag
In days of yore
these comments made me glum
Because a dag is the poo that is found
sticking to the wool surrounding a sheep's bum
DAG can also mean a humorous man
can crack a joke to bring about a smile
That's me that's what I do now
I'm also modest. I do it all with style
If you are feeling rather blue
feeling rather sad feeling rather glum
Just be a happy Dag and not the one
that's sticking to a woolly bum
Misery loves company,
That's one thing for sure;
And counting curses as you moan,
Won't bring about a cure;
For thinking 'bout unhappiness,
And things that make you frown,
Aren't gonna help a single thing,
It only brings you down.
Don't sit and feed this sickness,
With worry and distress.
Don't sit and mull it over,
Thus causing self duress.
Your woes will seem so heavy,
That you can scarcely move,
And life won't seem worth living,
Your whole manner will exude,
A kind of awful bitterness,
That eats you up inside,
So count your blessings 'stead of curses,
Cultivate some pride,
In all that God has done for you,
And all the He will do,
And thank Him every day that dawns,
For all He's given you.
You'll find your heart feels lighter,
And you'll smile instead of frown,
If you'll turn your face toward The Son,
Stop staring at the ground.
Simple as a nap in my favorite blanket,
directly I’ll pass out on that old sofa.
Gentle as this cat covering weary feet,
now I’m free to let the outside world go.
Directly I’ll pass out on that old sofa,
every piece of decor makes it mine.
A home remedy to bring about serenity.
Gentle as the cat covering weary feet,
good lookin’ out as I float into dreams.
My muse mushrooms right into fireworks.
Now I’m free to let the outside world go,
safe in this wondrous place that I’ve built.
I worked hard to lay claim to this address.
(Remember that no one can assail, but Christ the Candlestand, can remove that candlestand, and can rip that veil, even as Hell will not prevail from His attack.) Matthew 16;18
(“For we can do nothing against the truth, but [only] for the truth.” 2 Corinthians 13:8)
Christ is referred to as both Lion and Lamb (Revelation 5:5-6). In Him is peace (Isaiah 11:6). He will bring about peace as we struggle (with Him at our side, as our Guide) being conformed from the “old man” to the “new man”. Romans Chapter 6
[1] Revelation 3:20
[2] John 8:58
[3] John 10:11; 1 Peter 2:25
[4] Malachi 3:2
[5] Haggai 2:8 Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition
[6] Galatians 6:2
[7] Psalm 119
[8] Psalm 23:4
[9] Ephesians 5:15
[10] Isaiah 11:10
[11] Colossians 3:1-11
[12] Matthew 16:17-19
My MLK was from my day
He made speeches like MLK
Today I looked up on my phone
And there it was, he was gone
It hasn't hit me like others did
Greif is there but under a lid
New Justice and Freedom
Was where we were lead
Him leading the Joshua way
With God in front from day to day
Few get the titles disciple and apostle
But they come earned and death affirms
He finally got the reward he earned
His death will bring about things sorely learned
Discrimination and prejudice were rarely heard
But God has a way of using many verbs
The speechless will now speak
Preachers will now preach
Mourners will now march
Judges have begun to judge
Politician will know what to say
Today is another MLK Day
Dedicated to Jessy Jackson
PONDERING THE NATURE OF TODAY’S SEASONING
After Autumn’s political Fall, Winter came like war;
Thus, the autocratic, Satanic political Winter we now have:-
Political Spring, awaiting to bring about resurrection:
Political Summer, preparing for nature’s transitions;
The Groundhog looked and saw its shadow;
Behind which, was seen, another weird red-shadow:-
Now, we must get to ensuring warming human nature,
In overcoming an extended oppressive cold political nature:-
Oh there’s nothing so grand as planned spontaneity
Even in the most dour it’ll bring about some gaiety
The preparation for an impulsive act
Is the thing what will attract
Yes there’s nothing so grand as planned spontaneity.
There’s even a government department you see
For planned spontaneity
They’ll work for months in advance
Preparing acts of chance
Yes there’s nothing so grand as planned spontaneity.
So you see it’s not Murphy’s Law
It’s been all worked out before
When things turn to sh**
The scenario was already well writ
Oh there’s nothing so grand as planned spontaneity.
Yes, there is perfection in imperfection, case in point, the Human Being. The perfect human carries too the mistakes of the past. Everything that challenges him, us, to stand in the storm of life, the good and the bad. Standing there, cold and bantered about, yet with a determined eye, continues on to complete his mission, and raise up the whole race! True here on earth we will lose our lives, yet we may find, that loss is of great value, and treat it with respect. For the storm of life, leading to our ultimate demise will bring about a peaceful resolution, known throughout time as...the Kingdom of Heaven!
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