We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails," by Dolly Parton ,
Hot summer was over. A mighty wind roared
out of nowhere bringing back the nasty dark clouds.
Where did the wind come from? No one really knew.
I did not know nor did I care, so long it brought
no rain, for then the wind would wet me all over.
That's when I saw a woman huddled near a bar.
Raw wind whipped around, so detrimental for her.
I could see her trembling with cold; her clothes tattered.
She was quite near of getting hypothermia.
The wintry wind was of no actual help.
I got her in the bar where at least there was warmth.
Two women helped and I paid for a tot of scotch.
I left the bar, the wind was like a breeze now.
I wandered round the area, heart-broken,
the cold breeze wrapped itself around my heart.
Its gust echoed in my heart calling for Rose.
How could I find her in such a wind-swept city?
The swirling wind insisted on its forceful call.
Listen to the wind, it churns her name in my soul.
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There is an incandescent glow in the “not to know”,
Like sprinkler mist on my secret garden.
There is a horribly beauty in leaving it as is.
No knife to be turned in your back again,
just leave it and watch your body grow around …
To leave a tiny scar where an innocent pain once felt detrimental to your world, but it really meant nothing cause the wheel of time.
Hello to all soupers.. My best wishes to all.. I am trying to get to grips with a
Narrative account, of a meeting I had way back in 1994 which only popped back
In my mind January of 2023.' It is mentally difficult to recall the exact sequence
Of dialogue.. Not least because I know now this ( random meeting ) with what I
Now know was a 'w e 'f operative had me initially be- moaning human overpopulation
And its 'so called' detrimental effects on the planet.' It was me who started the talk
To the complete stranger who I have never seen since..I validated the event by checking
Lectures in the university he noted the was working..And some of what I considered
Unworkable ideas that I aired on the day I now see coming into existence in our world
I had obviously picked up ' some ideaology' also 15 years prior? So It seems from what
I see spoken at davos.. and catchphrases I have some part in our current predicament
Which I need to address, and it is a mental stress..I will finish now, I hope to get on I
Could finish this in a few hours now, but it's so depressing.'
I may get on to make the odd comment but please bear with
Me? All the best, all my love.'
My knees held tightly to my chest,
I thought the storm clouds were miles off in the distance,
Of someone else's distress.
But morning came, and the storm remained.
No water nor washing could wipe away the stains of sorrows
And restlessness from my covers-
My detrimental haven...
I could rot away here, the irony being I already do.
What treasures can shake me from my trance?
Little seems to speak to me anymore-
I have become stale.
First come, first served love
Is confusing and detrimental
Kind of relationship heart thing.
Never love if force is being made
Neither happiness with money based
A guarantee of secured relationships.
Give love not out of necessity
But love that is pure and natural
An attraction that is free flowing spirit.
October 19 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Mark 13-14
Key Verse – Mark 13:5 And Jesus answering them began to say, Take heed lest any man deceive you.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR WARNING US
AGAINST DECEIVERS
Praise be to God for warning us against deceivers with their:
Dishonest words
Disgraceful ways
Disrespectful witness
Detrimental worldliness
Dysfunctional waywardness
Mark 13:32-37 Praise be to the Lord for
commanding us to be watchful while:
Waiting actively for His arrival
Working abundantly by His affirmation
Wanting His approval along His assurance
Walking against arrogant and apathetic attitude
Withdrawing from abominations through His assistance
Mark 14:6 Praise be to the Saviour for
delighting in our good work wrought on Him:
Dearly with dedication by His divine design
Diligently with determination to His direction
Dutifully with dependence on His driving defense
Devotedly with decisiveness through His distinction
Determinedly with discipline and discretion from destruction. Amen!
October 19, 2024
The universal, eternal Atman, the endless soul
Resides in me as my breath, and makes me a single whole.
As the breath of the almighty, it is born without sin.
It drives, as a life changer, the physique it enters in.
When my physique is devoured by the detrimental death
My soul takes flight, and in a new life after, it takes birth.
With no color, form, shape, taste, or odor in its pure form
Its nature shifts to a flower, bird, or beast with its norm.
Commanding and demanding, approaching and reproaching
With peaceful, pleasant consciousness and conscience, heart-broaching
Within physical flesh, bones, and veins like blood, it would flow.
When and to which universe it would fly, I do not know.
Sometimes the dreams are better than being awake, yet even when im sleep, from you I never get a break.
At least in my dreams I could believe it's true knowing damn well this isn't you and whats before my eyes is fake.
yet every details precise as my mind our futures gliding through and when I wake its like someone hit the brakes...
She leaves not talking rake, just to realize I was only being teased and whats next is a sharp pain in my chest as if that of a stake.
She seems to know me best I profess but that parts the most detrimental mistake.
in turn I like every other woman less as my mind you caress, to you id hand it over but she left so now with her its my mind that she takes.
The only thing I cling to are treble clefs and probably will till my dying breathe, sometimes dreams are better than being awake...
Inside, I was compelled to decline
How could I be yours when I was mine?
Though now acknowledge true transcendence
Identifying independence.
Quenched quality of being free
Prime power of owning me,
Spiralled down to feeling blue
Detrimental déjà vu.
Though wishes made came with season
As does choice and fair reason.
SUFFERING PAIN GRIEFS HURT DEFINED I WAS-
Suffering pain griefs
Hurt I was defined
To inflict with mental pain: Wounded
Was seriously hurt within my physical self
You're hurting my arm!
To do substantial soul harm so: DAMAGED
Caused emotional pain or anguish to: OFFEND
Never meant to hurt, placed in remorse
Got feelings so I hurt
Detrimental to: HAMPERRED
Charges of graft soiled chances of being in pangs
Feelings rain
Suffering pain griefs
Mental host, hurting such
Freedom in me to be in need
To cause damage or distress
My source cause of injury or damage
Weathering clouds of doubts the hurts of so many of us
A bodily injury or wound mentally, physically, spiritually
Mental or emotional distress or anguish
: SUFFERING WRONG, HARM
to inflict with mental pain : Wounded
Hurt I was defined
1/19/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
fidelity
The soil in the field where the vines are planted is rusty red
the mould in my hand is moist, and I feel the living pulsing wow
that will never turn stale but keep producing pleasure and
to make happiness.
To be a part of nature, unlike the religious people who think
they are in charge of fauna and fauna, and nature should bend
to their demands, a detrimental to our goodness
There are times when in a dreamy mood and wish I could see.
A higher power deity to come down and sort the mess we are
today, we are fallible; God lost his heart in sorrow and became
a rain cloud that hovers around, ready to dampen a moment
of sunlight and contentment.
A spider carefully plans and schemes
the pattern for its life and quest.
It spends its hours weaving dreams
until it creates its sticky best.
Its web is tatted small and refined
or brocaded in heavy tapestry.
Soon prey finds itself entwined,
entombed within this basketry.
The spider calmly enswathes it,
a gesture quick yet fatal.
To paralyze this tasty tidbit,
its single bite is detrimental.
To live, to spin, to weave, to eat,
is spider’s deadly task’s cycle.
Web mastery, a cunning feat,
ensures the spider’s survival.
Blaming others for their behaviour is a very detrimental thing to do.
"Why does abhorrent behaviour occur?" is the question we all should pursue.
...anywhere and about, an apology alters an argument.
Before--bickering breaths boxed bigotry besides bettering bases.
Closure cutoffs, constants considerable circulation, contradicting confusing controversies.
Detrimental debates deliver disturbing discernment, distinguishing divisions' defense.
Every episode extracted evidence, excluding even elements.
Familiar facts fathomed fantastic fiction, fractured factions--following...
(the last line returns to the first line and ends)
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