Fake men do what their ancestors did centuries ago ~
Lying and distorting some words of both the Old Testament,
And the New Testament - hiding the truth showing the fake
Claiming that ancient prophecies that occurred in the past
Are what is\are happening now, and will happen in the future
Fake men know all of that, yet they have done the fake in purpose
Today I discovered the sun
Not that the sun was ever invisible
Not that the sun was ever lost
Not that the sun was ever elusive
Not that the sun was ever obscured by an unattainable cost
Today I discovered the sun
When I removed the blinds from my windows
So that the sun could find me
“…. It’s a deep thing to find out that you belong somewhere.”
Roots
Dirt
Black
Time
Roots
Drums
Feted
Tribe
Roots
That you belong somewhere, is a deep thing to find out.
Bill Marable 12/15/24
12:20 pm
What if, one day, you discovered that you no longer need to explain yourself to anyone, for your soul has found peace, and words are just echoes of old insecurities, scattered in the wind like autumn leaves?
What if you could leave behind the burden of others' thoughts, ceasing to doubt yourself, knowing that you are already enough?
Imagine waking up and feeling freedom like a clear sky above your soul, without caring if others see in your life a vast universe or a barely visible star, without feeling the need to apologize for simply being who you are, a unique light.
But perhaps that day never fully arrives, perhaps you remain searching, carrying the burden like an old friend, waiting for that peace that always seems just a step away, like a horizon retreating before your steps, a dream of a day when you are completely yourself.
And yet, in this search, you find fragments of truth, each moment of doubt whispering that the journey is a part of you, that every step, whether light or heavy, brings you closer to that inner peace, where you are free to be, to feel, to dream.
From people you've been rather far,
Your Entrance Door scarcely ajar:
Guests appear and up dries your jar!
You don't wish to guess what these bar...
Your next caller could be a star:
I should have said A Super Star!
And roads you block against your car
While the journey has not gone far...
Also, you treat with odd delay
Things on which one's trust sometimes lay
I mean your workers you would pay,
When long gone their hopes with their ray,
Completely spent another day...
These are the things a good friend halts
His companion's discovered faults.
it's brilliant
i'm writing this in the living room
and i can use the car key
to unlock the car from 'ere
i tried in the kitchen
i tried it on the stairs
i can hear it unlock as it beeps
and when it happens
i can hear liturgical chorals
native drumming
a giant plume
of emotional perception
i tried it in the upstairs wardrobe
i heard the car faintly unlock
my wife came home and found me crouched in there
there's been no fourth base since
Treasure discovered,
lined with tempestuous leaves;
A new direction.
When the soul searches
And found nothing
Emptyness, pure emptyness
Rebounds!
In some such moments
I feel
I am dragged to a shell
I could have
Sure. I could have kept the entire universe
Inside the drawyer
No more I am just a repilica!
More within I am, least discovered!
A lane leading to somewhere
Grasses towering high
Hidden creatures, pebbles, mud and sand
To be discovered by those
Who want to explore
The countryside
The wilderness
A short-cut among bushes
The sense of nature
An abandoned part of the village
The sense of poverty
Or
The flow of youngters to the city
A materialistic world
Bla , Bla,
Red Star
Have you or have you not
discoverd any vaccine
Yes Vlad
Yes Putin
3 viles full
Of April Fool
Russian fake news
Or election rigging
While in my parent's attic, years ago
I found a dark brown, tattered, leather box
and wondered what strange gift it might bestow
therein, as I released the two brass locks.
Inside, were grandma's paperweights- two rocks,
a lantern-like desk lamp that lit her page
for stories she had crafted through old age,
and fountain pen, well used, to scribe her years-
her past and present- there for me, onstage-
through gifts of manuscripts- I held with tears.
June 21, 2020
"discovered mysteries"
admirers in every way passion stood time after time
with unexpected encounters we discovered mysteries
leaving us to want more have more love more
quietly softly secretly
always was affection from afar until that noticed flash
thankful for the slow pace taken on our journey as one
feelings of light radiating in and out grew stronger
expressively passionately openly
securing the meaning of one in a million to be true
the grace of love is what we have what we know
making all our discovered mysteries worth the wait
vividly blissfully endlessly
SkyWatcher
06-20-20
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Till I discovered me
I was a lab-rat in our home
Your surgical blade left prints
of your brutality on my fragile skin
My body like a dancehall knew different beats.
Beat of slaps that put out the
light in my eyes, of your ceremonial punches,
of your kicks, and the disco
to which your cane danced on my body accompanied with songs of shouts and insults
Till I discovered me
I was a bird in your cage
Fed from whatever you presented to me
My children didn’t know the beautiful me
and thought the blue-black spots,red eyes, and the melancholic face were part of what I was made of
But how could I tell them that you were the beast that ruined me of my beauty?
In silence I sat in our home as you bullied me with violence
My eyes became a fountain of unending tears
And my fears, my children ate for their bread
Discovering in their innocence that something was wrong
Then,
I discovered me and the choice to leave
To fly on happiness’ wings even if it meant being single
So,
I became me
Free from you and happy and alive again
#Against_Domestic_Violence
Discovered Dianne Feinstein
School children had crucial lead that is commanding;
We would discover them to be downright demanding,
Great job perform;
Way above norm;
It to your new response we must again be handing.
Jim Horn
The reality in the movie "Twister"
Of the frightening storms sound
Was the noise of a camels moan
That had been greatly slowed down
The idea of painting fingernails
We all have the Chinese to thank
Where the color of someones nails
Would indicate their social rank
James Madison the fourth president
For the U.S., was great all around
Although he Stood only five feet four
And weighed less than one hundred pounds
The canning process for herring
Developed by Sardinia teams
Might explain why canned herrings
are better known as Sardines
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