So much pressure
To fill an unknown mission
Too many ingredients
And cooks in my kitchen
There's no way out
Of this tangled mess
I need help
Not ashamed to confess
I perceive a light
I will follow, just to see
Maybe it knows the way
And it will be revealed to me
Barely getting out
Of tight binds of fear
In great sorrow and grief
I find the light draw near
Feeling loss of perfect plan
When others can't perceive
Heart close to hurt
Prevents the possibility to receive
I see now, in every failure
The capacity to deepen and grow
The mission is never lost
Because the nervous system can't hold
...His glory
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-30-2026
With limited capacity
I write to you.
Poems, letters and say
whatever feels true.
With limited capacity
I face the God like world,
raise my flag and with limited strength
I do go to war.
With limited capacity
I accept or deny.
With limited capacity
I had to come and I will bid goodbye.
Our stories,
they never becomes invaluable,
we just follow the other's
with our ignorable sadness and sighs.
With limited capacity
although it is cruel, it is a rule. Why ?
That we never get to know,
and the fact that will strike
eternally like an arrow,
you and I shall have nothing
to remember us by.
(07 December 2024)
Live every day to your fullest capacity
As if you might be gone tomorrow
For all of us could be gone in the next minute
We never know
Give yourself permission to play
Do what you want, when you want
Think of today as an opportunity to do the things
You ever wanted to do, and do them
Seize the day
Seize the moment
Seize the now
In the name of all of those who can no longer seize the day.
Is it a gift or an ability,
when I play with words
that exceeds the capacity?
Words that I use,
must be of what of quantity?
The courage that I lose,
it's like a force of gravity.
Why do I write when I only
have certain feeling?
The greater ideas in a memory
are always sinking.
I don't know whether to say to
say this is a blessing.
Are these events taking place in
the right setting?
/
It's out there somewhere,
that marginal place where the elastic nature
of truth, reality,
the measure and fit of coffins,
baby cribs,
the doable dimensions of a a plasma screen
according to its scope, sufficiency, and relationship
to a plausible accommodation of any available space.
It’s the weight of a cut glass bowl of wine
on a rolling rowboat; anything that exceeds
an imprecise self-limiting amplitude
yet also be full or nearly so
to a hard to determine fill-line
of an existential brim or limit.
it is that overly deceptive inch, tittle, or quota,
a displacement that's great enough
to create its own capacity of
less or more.
We will know it
when the shrimp cocktail spills over
onto our dress shirt,
or when the cat starts to turn over the non-clumping clay
and silicone particles of its particular litter box
looking for where the bottom
is deep enough to cover the top.
Freedom of Expression is Only Free to The Members of The Dominant Class, Race, Religion Or Segment Of Society.
For The Rest of US Payments May be made in Blood, Tears, Rights or Civil Liberties.
I am a Brother of a Different Race, Ethnicity, Color, Language and Creed, Though I Can Identify With Your Journey.
For My People Walk a Similar Road.
We have Known Slavery, Whips, Chains and the Continued Attempts to Silence Our Collective Voice(s).
This Road is Long, the Path is Steep, and the Friends willing to travel with you are Few, But I would say to be Encouraged.
You Will One Day Get There, If You Are Willing to Continue the Journey, Endure the Race, and Aim towards the Higher Calling.
Though Water, Time Zone(s), and Distance May Separate US, Know That If Your Pursuit is Positive, Intention(s) Are Honest Regarding the Freedom of All Citizens, and your Motives are Sincere and Pure, Then I Will Stand With You.
The World is Watching, Documenting and Praying For your Positive and Peaceful Resolution.
Best Regards
Paul Cumberbatch (Author, December 12, 2020)
Capacity For Audacity and Elasticity
We were trying to stretch the issue a bit
and must admit so it will fit.
Could be we came up with the capacity,
To be able to adulate all of the audacity;
When stretched,
Was Far fetched;
Evidently do encourage use of elasticity.
Jim Horn
2 cups of cream cheese
1 cup of a sharp (pungent) goats cheese
1 cup of toasted hazelnuts
1/4 cup of slithered almonds
1/2 cup of cocoa
4 tablespoons vanilla
1&1/2 cups of sugar
1/4 cup of chopped dried cherries
4 tablespoons of raspberry liqueur
a pound cake cooked in a ringed Bundt pan
3 cups of a frosting
mix ingredents together and mix until smooth and sugar is dissolved. cut bunt cake in half, and hollow parts, of it to create a space to put the cheese mixture,.
fill with chees mixture and place the top to the bottom.
frost the cake and allow the frosting to slightly harden.
The human being,
Of all God’s creatures;
Could make a utopia of Earth.
God placed the humans on Earth,
To care for it and other creatures;
But, many care only for their own well being.
While all creatures,
Suffer at the hands of human beings;
Sadly, so does Mother Earth.
Someday perhaps, the human being will come to care for all creatures and Earth; let’s hope it’s not too late.
Readiness of knowledge to let the whole world know.
dated26-12-2018
Could Be New Found Capacity
Is true stick with it using my tenacity;
Encourages and increases my capacity;
Stayed in shower,
Oven an hour;
That also did expand all of my elasticity.
Jim Horn
Got to clean up for St. James Episcopal
Church Service. Priest always starts off
with a Joke like Bush does to break the
ice. Suppose I took a sign with me that
had a bunch of ice cycles on it.
there is no ceiling
on compassionate feeling -
our hate is baseless
When were they going to tell us?
That they were thinking of contracting out our storage capacity,
With no longer need to store those unpleasant memories,
Or any awkward questions that we might still have floating around,
That might interfere with the progress of new technologies,
With fewer of our thoughts to interfere with the more sensitive equipment.
When were they going to tell us?
That research into this subject has been going on for years,
And the testing of suitable devices to move this plan forward,
Is well under way.
Why has nobody spilled the beans yet?
Maybe because it was always going to be a no brainer,
With every computer giving the same answer,
That no more money should be allocated to such a scheme,
And those who thought it up made redundant.
Did they not calculate,
The consequences of having so many brains in neutral at the same time,
Or were they just too busy calculating.
Either way I may have to rethink the value of computers
Until they too learn to be more calculating.
Trump and Mental Capacity
Then there is Trump and mental capacity;
He has been a voyeur with much veracity;
Definitely odd;
Opposed by God;
Thinks he is tough full of much tenacity.
Trump can be compulsive and obsessive;
Controlling things and being possessive;
Definitely weird,
We had feared;
Delves into stages of acting depressive.
Our analysis used was form of regressive,
Painting a picture that became expressive;
Clear and plain;
Stress and strain;
Disorder does cause desire to be impressive.
Jim Horn
After watching more TV and listening
to Corker and Tillerson comments.
Trump has tweets. I have my poems.
idealism floods the mind of
youth---
mixed with the naïve passions
of a life just beginning to
experience,
great actions can be spun out of
honesty put into
motion---
hearts soar in the bliss of youth,
often unappreciated,
often burnt away so quick,
but there is a point that
Mr. McCartney dabbled upon in
“Live and Let Die,”
when a life turns like spoiled milk,
when somewhere along the way
the issues of the world,
the world itself outside the small
bubble,
it no longer matters as it did once
before.
just when does the capacity to care
begin to wither?
is it the onslaught of pressures that come on
increasingly quick?
the job, the house, the significant others
coming & going,
the kids that come, the kids that go…
are these the things that make one
stop thinking about the world outside
their little bubble?
is this the world that makes one stop
caring?
are there any real reasons that make sense
when the capacity to care dies?
does the stress of one’s individual life
somehow make it alright
to be blind in the forest,
to see a blended, fading cloud of color
where there had once been
trees?
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