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At night the moon is glowing upon the landscapes and oceans..
Ocean shimmers in the dark..
Mysterious night shimmers..
Dance in the atmosphere..
Moon is full and tides are high..
Shimmering moonlight is a lovely sight.
We can feast our eyes..
Glancing upon the sky..
visions of glow in the dark..
Surrounded by darkness..
Whistling winds..
Sounds of the ocean..
High tides sings a tune of its own melody..
The stars in the sky are of abundance..
Stars dominate the night skies..
Each star has a life of its own..
A star is born..
There are only beginnings..
Endings are never..
Stars are infinite..
We are the stars..
We are infinite..
We sustain infinity..
We are eternal..
No boundaries..
No limitations exist..
Unlimited access to being infinite eternally....
the Bus – Travels Through America’s Underbelly
I am a bus rider
That makes me unusual
For a white male
From an upper middle class family
Our people are not bus riders
Though some are subway riders
Bus riders are other people
The poor, minorities, immigrants
People who don’t drive
Because they are blind
Or have a DUI
And in my case
I don’t drive
Because I have bad vision
And bad coordination
Just never got the hang
Of the whole driving thing
Fortunately for me
My wife does the driving
But I still take the bus
From time to time
I rode the AC buses in Berkeley
As a child
Line 67, line 51, line 43 F bus
Rode them long before BART came along
And afterwards as well
As an adult seldom rode the bus
But when I did so
I was always impressed
By the sheer diversity
Of the bus riding property
Hundreds of languages
All sorts of sexual orientation
Some were white
Most were not
Most of my fellow passengers
Were nice enough
Some were friendly
And some were lost
In their own thoughts
And a few
Were scary looking dudes
With the look
Of someone who had done time
And were capable of more violence
I also rode the bus
In Seattle as a graduate student
A lot of fellow UW students
And the usual immigrants
Minorities etc
And some white people
Commuting
And in DC
Over the years
I rode a lot of buses
Mostly to and from the metro
But I got to know
And love the DC buses as well
I also took the greyhound bus
Across the country
Several times over the years
All over the U.S.
From Bay Area to Stockton
From Bay Area to Clear Lake
From Bay area to NYC
NYC to DC
All over the USA
Taking the Greyhound
Was always an an adventure
Met a lot of interesting people
As people on long distant bus rides
Tend to open up and talk
To pass the time away
Overseas I took the bus
All over
In India, in Barbados
In Spain and in Korea
The Korean buses
For many years
Were difficult for foreign visitors
As the signs were all in Korean
Most have signs
Now in English, Chinese and Korean
And are much more foreigner friendly
Riding the bus
In America
Allows one access
To the underbelly of American society
The poor, the marginalized
The immigrant communities
That many middle-class white people
Just never see
And for that reason
I am glad
That I am a bus rider
Bursting with passion at the seam,
She entered and settled in the room.
Intent on telling them it is good to dream,
She showed them proof bound in the spines of books.
Taught them that centuries of change
Had granted free access to being visible.
Their eyes gleamed with purpose
To think their dreams were permissible.
Like prisoners who had fully served their time,
They strapped hope on their backs,
Promise throbbing in their hearts
When she told them the condition was benign.
And with tireless exhilaration
She invited them to stand.
She stitched their wings with her
Magic wand.
But just when
they were to take flight,
a shriek filled the air
It was an ominous sight
As the old hag
Swooped in
on her systematic broom.
Stole
their dreams.
Left them gagged.
"Affirmation without discipline is the beginning of delusion." Jim Rohn
The question: Am I open-minded, closed-minded, or delusional?
Sometimes, we mortals desire to believe in the unbelievable.
Therefore, we must choose our teachers and mentors wisely.
Wisdom says to wait and investigate before it is too late.
He who approves before 'taking one to school' is unwise.
To affirm without heavy questioning is foolishness.
Regardless of whether our field of endeavor is religion,
politics, or business, we must avoid dictators and deceivers.
A person or world in depression has little room for discretion.
If I am delusional, I have been deceived.
If deceived, I have accepted a false belief.
I have been overpowered or misled by persuasion.
I have trusted something or someone who's not trustworthy.
I am then ripe for the pickings by anyone desirous of my fruit.
For so during, I have become a victim like an ant in a spider's web.
I lack the necessary discipline to examine and scrutinize what has been
placed before me. The cleverness of the deceiver is such that I have
willingly legitimized and given accent and access to the forbidden.
Fundamentalist Christians row over piecemeal things,
Over whether baptism is required for heavenly sings,
Over whether baptism is needed for heaven’s welcome,
Over whether baptism is demanded by god to overcome.
I don’t know how many times I was asked about baptism,
Whether I wanted baptised, they didn’t accept my atheism,
I’d stated it to my parents but had a question in my mind,
About whether they’d told my so called friends who’d mind.
But I said no, and explained Christian atheism fair, square,
Didn’t mix my words nor hesitate to extrapolate with air,
But each one said to me I didn’t know my own mind simply,
Which left me very distressed, very much in a quandary.
They were playing the mentally ill card, when I was not,
They wanted to patronise me to chide and see what I’d got,
But I didn’t like it so withdrew from their sphere, company,
Which made me feel better, gave me dignity and harmony.
A stillness with life and a peace about my so uncertain future,
A habit of reading, even if I’d already read them in conjecture,
Since my parents restricted me to only five philosophy books,
In case for researchers and academics, thinkers, I had looks.
A fundamentalist household is not a peaceful one, stable,
But is distressed, fragmented and broken, that’s irrefutable,
You suffer displacement because your atheist leaves you,
To ruminate upon his interjection which is to see you through.
I think it’s better today, atheists in god families have voice,
They can be respected for devious acts of normality, choice,
They can refer to teachers for love, for secularist edification,
And have access to the medical profession for an adulation.
Of the many stars I have seen,
Justin, you are by far the most exquisite
I love how you just mold into my heart,
Sifting the words we share part by part,
Lighting the path to inspiration,
Attaining your lightning connotation
I love how you relate to my struggles,
Allowing my feet to rest on your gentle wings,
How your loving eyes look in-between the lines,
To see inside such poetry, the divine intertwine
You do not waste your time in the sky,
Rising every moment in your heightening knowledge
You burn brighter for what matters
You hold tighter to the light with gladness,
And you are not afraid in the prowling wilderness
You are never afraid to express your genius
Long ago, I had wandered in the haze of many a soul
Closed and withdrawn in the strolls of dark foes
In your luminous presence, you awakened this dreamer
My eyes widening in the unity of word-weavers
To access your bloom was to shatter all doom
And in awe, I aspired to be a part of you
I love that you care of my virtues,
How you give and give tremendously
How we understand each other in synchronizing energy out of this world
I love that you will feel my heart, as I do yours
I will love these truths forevermore
A tribute to this burning star is never enough
You have inspired me beyond what I can see
Beyond what dreams a dreamer be
And for that, I must thank you,
As you persevere in your incomparable brightness
To illuminate my path, and our paths,
Into the extraordinary, eternal unearthing of fate, fervor and fortune
For the “Tribute: Poetry Contest”
Sponsored by The Silent One
August 4th, 2015
I advocate for humanity, against the twisted blights..Hostile forces in society pharmica and any such-like' wars on
Economy.'s and others intrinsic rescource's'
Let it be hawks for hunting, and horses
For grass courses.' Let humanity thrive or demise
On its own.' With God to be our judge and Him alone.' So I open the gate to access the
Track, to run the race, no holding back, to
Battle the evil, i find in me, and in this world
That claims it is yet free.? I move we advance
to this option.' eschew any thought of
flight, yet battle for good values,
While claiming all ' of your ranters rights.'
This is the day
When we reach toward heaven
Whispering, praying
To the Creator of everything
The One who gave us
A second chance to say to Him
Thank you, God… for grace
Thank you for this chance
To reach out in faith
And take the hand that was nailed
To a cross just three days before this.
This is the day
When we yearn to lift our voices in praise
Of the One who made a way
For us to finally say
We can visit heaven someday
Even though we’ve sinned along the way
He didn’t leave us in our sin
But chose to save us from anguish
This is the day
When we whisper through our tears
Joy that is beyond words
Because we have access to the One
Who made a way for us to go home
A way for us to pray and praise
A way for us to know the meaning of grace
This is the day
When faith will find a way
To finally reach heaven and say
He is risen – He is alive!
He survives the tests of demise
He is the Savior – He is the life
He is ascended to heaven
Where He awaits His many disciples
Those of us who know Him
As Jesus Christ, the victor
The way to finally find true life
Hidden inside the soul
Where He left us the Holy Ghost
To remind us that He abides
There, inside, ALIVE…
Providing a light to shine
Brighter than moon and stars
Wiser than the lemon sun
Purer than the hope of a love
This beautiful, this kind
This full of everlasting life
This is the day
When I come to God to say
Thank you – I praise You
For this Easter, I remember
Your love, Your joy, Your grace
The home where you made a place
For me to come into your embrace
Hallelujah – Happy Easter Day!
How, could I compare this generation,
whom have been given access to reap,
what they have not sown for.
To think in church in this time ,
one could play audio Bible to learn,
from the Ones who died to give this to you.
But, how the division would be in the voice picked,
and a preacher running to stop it from revealing the truth,
to talk over what the Spirit of God has given.
Church world so eager to judge outwardly,
While, we should look inwardly to come in Unity.
Through, the promised inheritance of the Holy Spirit.
Then, those outwardly would seek this Living God,
That, is dwelling within each tablenacule,
A dwelling not made by human hands,
I sit here feeling so abandoned
Will I ever get there again
No hygiene care and the need to go
I haven’t been there since I don’t know when
Access blocked, I’m waiting it seems tears
Just one more time before I die
I’m growing older waiting my turn
Think I’ll stand here forever and cry
What’s taking so long
Is there something wrong
Pretty soon it will no longer matter
I’m beginning to feel weird
I think I’m growing a beard
Someone put a nuclear device in my bladder
My wife said stop your crying
It’s not like you’re dying
You’re cackling like an old hen
I can’t help it dear
But It seems like a year
Our daughter’s in the bathroom again.