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So often sung in someone's song or even said off the cuff
Thinking how they are completely wrong saying that stuff
Do you think you're coming back as only Jesus has done
I'd say that you're a bit of a quack even if it is just in fun
I'd say it's not to joke about and have everyone minimize
For so many now have doubt but many will soon realize
Your every horror, pain and need forever now being filled
Even now as time does wane thinking it's what you willed
Oh sure to hell and back and you're just gonna walk out
Yes many are on track, but leaving, now's time for doubt
Yeah no one is just stopping by, one will be there to stay
And thus the reason as to why for them we now often pray
For they haven't a clue through their own personal desire
Rejecting what God said in turn for satan who is THE liar
So the next time you hear it maybe you will come to see
For hell's last benefit is you will never ever again be free
Psalms 86:13
For great is thy mercy toward me:
and thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest hell.
Out of patience and sick of waiting,
I just want to get out and socialize.
Despite what I want to go and do,
Need to be smart and safe when I do.
I’m not going out like the Florida fools,
Or chilling with friends by the pool.
I just want to get out of the freaking house,
I’ve never been good at lying around.
Some of us can remain sheltered full time,
Others are bored as hell in these times.
Some people are so driven by fear,
Won’t go anywhere no matter how near.
Can’t live life trapped in a bubble,
That doesn't mean go and form huddles.
Can’t close yourself off from society,
That’s like internalizing personal anxiety.
Troubled men chase illusive Peace
with sharpened knives and smoking guns.
They recklessly wield all manner of weapons
under the sinking, blood-red sun.
But Peace is an individual choice,
evoked through conscious decision
That arises from deliberate and heart-felt
aversion for the ultimate collision.
At the personal level, if you are not at Peace
it means you have chosen wrongly.
Your reality rests in an instant by instant
choosing for what you feel so strongly.
When you realize you have turned from Peace
a new decision can now rebuke the sin.
It opens up a brand-new path to embrace
joy and hope by choosing Peace again.
By realizing your decision for hate and war
was made in a frozen moment in time,
It can be reversed, released and forgiven
before the Doomsday Clock can chime.
Let “I can choose Peace instead of this.” *
be your newfound mantra for Peace.
Choose again and yet again, until the thrill
of killing and bloodshed is released.
Accept Peace as the greater choice so
young soldiers may continue to live.
Don’t sacrifice their future for the
one and only life they have to give.
Choose again for Peace, let the bells of
Liberty ring without the sacrifice of blood.
Your choice, when united with others,
is enough to transform war into Love.
*Jeshua ben Joseph, A Course in Miracles
Why did I still care about, some one who had passed away,
Or still alives but has already out of my life.
Let say there was always,
Two sides of each coin.
What everyone saw, might not be all.
To me, passed away or staying alived,
Was only a matter of what in my mind.
The physical appearance of a person could help,
But it was the meaningful memories,
That lived in my mind,
That helped keeping the friendship alived.
The relationships ended
But the true love and feelings,
Last as long as I nurtured them.
Of course, it was obviously,
A one way traffic only.
I respected A for what he did for me unconditionally.
A decade of friendship would last as long as l shall live.
I have had his loves and cares,
While still consumed by grieves,
Of my personal circumstances.
I loved B because he
Brought the best out of me.
He had indirectly helped me
Reliving my innocent and naive youth,
Which I did not have while strugglling:
To escape my home country;
To settle in Australia as a refugee;
To learn English to overcome the language barrier.
BB, you had enabled me,
To enjoy the simple fun loving relationship,
What a peaceful domestic life was liked,
How happy I could be in your company.
You also helped me realising something,
That many professionals could not explain.
Although your final decisions and actions,
Had hurt me a great deal,
But your good deeds out weighted your selfish acts.
I forgave you so I could forget you.
I believed in a saying
"One might not be able to
Remember someone forever,
But one will never forget someone,
Who caused all the pain and aches."
Again, there were another side of story.
Although I could not help missing BB terribly,
I do not want to remember him forever,
Therefore, I did not want to have
Any negative feelings toward him,
The lesser I upset about BB,
The sooner I could forget him.
Having said all that,
I still love him surely and stupidly.
Only God knows, why I loved him.
BB, do you know why and why?
Why did I love you and
Why did I want to forget you.
Only you know why.
She delights in blame.
Pointing fingers without shame.
But totally absent
Of any personal talent.
Her words are alike daggers.
Cutting deep into the heart.
She thinks she's clever.
But in reality, she's just playing a part.
The blame game is her favorite.
Always finding someone to accuse.
But when the spotlight savors it.
She quickly makes an excuse.
She never takes responsibility.
For her own actions and mistakes.
Instead, she shifts the susceptibility.
And creates the most drama and heartache.
But one day she'll realize:
That the blame game is a losing fight.
For true growth and evil lies
Start with accepting what's right.
So let's abandon the blame game.
And bestow ownership of our lives.
Only then can we act without defame
And truly thrive.
Sprinkled over time of passing he finds legacy’s fathomless treasures
Finally he comes across a few pages of his father’s diary from the War
Loss fear survival battles a bullet here and there and grinding demise
Longing for home land and loved ones scripted in Russia’s wide open planes
Glory Defeat Unspeakable Blood Who is to Judge
If One has not walked in those military boots
And yet this is history a personal narrative a segment of the son’s truth
Hard to forgive but not to forget in the quest for understanding and light
He has not fled himself from chains of tanks crushing not only miserable frost
But comrades in arms receiving recompense for invasion and perpetration
There were concentration camps in his way what Did
He do what Did he know and how and or what Did he fight
A belt buckle survived and the offspring wore it at Dad’s last journey
Had always believed it was the Army’s with Swastika and inscribed
With ‘Blood and Honour’ as a pledge to insanity and conquest’s decree
Tight around waist and courage for a cause thankfully fallen between cause
Research has found a new meaning and the prong for the
Strap had been the emblem of Hitler Youth’s torched madness
Why did his father hold that memory so dear was it pride recall un-reformed
Delusion and what other remembrance has beentaken to an uncomfortable grave
07th June 2018
Whenever I think of depression, I think of it as a cold deep bottomless black hole. I think of it as being surrounded by an endless night, without the break of day. The only solution dealing with depression is to pray. That God will have mercy and will turn your lights back on. "The light of the world is Jesus."
There are proper medication helping people to deal with depression. I really ought to know. From personal experience, because I take one psych medication for depression. There are side effects for most medications, Including some medication dealing with side effects. It is important for me or anyone else to take all of our physician prescribed medication as directed.
Whenever I think of depression, I think of the utmost empty feelings harboring deep within my heart, mind and soul. But I also believe, "God you are more valuable than diamonds. God you are more valuable than gold." God your faith can lift me high above the mountain tops of my life.
Whenever I think of depression, I feel lost and all alone. It is as if all my friends have deserted me. And i have been left far behind with no body to console me.
But than I think, "Oh how he loves you and me. Oh how he loves you and me. He gave his life what more could he give? Oh how he loves you. Oh how he loves me. Oh how he loves you and me."
Whenever I think about depression, I can think about the times. I wanted to blow my bright and shining candlestick completely out. And putting an abrupt ending to my comfortless and senseless life.
But than I think, "Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong. They are week but he is strong." "And it shall come to pass that in the last days, that all who call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea Dubarry
Roxy 1954/ October Country
August 18, 2020
Classic custom old school car clubs
Sixty-six Ford LTD was “Dave’s Dream”
Personal plaques flash firme
Bajito rolling ranfla street scene
Carnal cruises slow style
Hoppin hydraulics make bombs bounce
To timeless oldies music mesh
Savvied since nineteen fifty-five
Cars converted for their cruising comfort
It’s inches Lowrider’s lowered from the dirt
Pavements, personalized cultural classic rides
Masterpiece Mexican American automobile’s
Chevy’s chèvere and Malibu’s mint
Official older car creators
Alliterisen
Carnal—by blood
Firme—firm
Bajito—low
Ranfla—A lowrider (car)
There are triggers...
and then there are triggers.
When the stars above shine on me,
I am always aware that you trigger something within me.
What you trigger is loving.
You warm my heart
and sometimes chase me away in sadness.
But tonight you warm my heart.
Thank you. I have been wondering
many things.
The universe has no interest in what I know,
but occasionally peeks in to see how I've grown.
That eye...is not accompanied by ears.
Have you ever noticed that?
I don't want to be left behind...
and suddenly I'm that 16 year old girl
and like a box of discarded items
my parents moved several states away.
That is mine, my emotional problem. I own that.
So I send it back to it's source, return to sender,
and bless him on his path.
I am cleaning my field
in the autumn of my life.
working out shortcomings -
appropriateness...
buffing down and softening those hard spots,
that have been misperceived as strength.
Please don't misunderstand the love you trigger.
It is appropriate,
not the intimate kind,
although it is personal.
So I send you love.
Yes, there are triggers...
and then there are triggers.
I seek out inspiration.
when it states in the Bible that God helps those who help themselves
He's not talking about doing just anything to amass personal wealth
He's basically telling you to get up off your behind
and do something productive that's positive in mind
be it a job, starting a business or just collecting cans
it's about doing something commendable with one's own hands
for there is nothing better than doing something that's constructive
for it makes you feel good about yourself whenever you're being productive
so do something for yourself, for the planet and for your fellow man
for that is what God had in mind when He devised His master plan
so get up, go out and do something to earn a living but do it with joy
because if you're not working for the greater good you'll become the devil's toy