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The Lord God Almighty says "Believe On Me"! The small child "Complies",and says to him or herself: The Lord God Almighty "Created Me"! The small child finds a way to "Eternal,Everlasting,love and life with or without having a husband or wife by believing on "The Lord God Almighty who is "The Creator and giver of "All Life"!The "Lord God Almighty's name is simple and plain,and ther is no "GOD" beside "The Lord God Almighty":no matter what their name!The "Lord God Almighty's "Holy Name is in "The Holy Bible"!The child who complied to "The Lord God Almighty's "Holy Request" did it and obeyed his or her in born "Spirit of Desearnment" in an instant! The "Creator " who is "The Lord God Almighty created that "Spirit" of descernment in the child who came to "God"at his or her creator's request to pass the test as a "CHILD"!The word of God had already been written in their hearts,and their minds at the beginning of their time.....Body,Spirit,Heart,Soul and Mind at the beginning of their "TIME"!That is fine! God "Created Love". Some say "God Is Love",and that is "Not Right"because tha would make "The Lord god Almighty""Finite"!The Lord God Almighty is "THAT"which "Created"That which is "Finite and Infinite",Terrestrial,and Celestial! The Lord God Almighty is "ONE GOD"and The only soveriegn GOD!Comply and never die,and "The Lord God Almighty is the reason why!Why die for not showing the things that are of GOD? The things that are of "GOD" are and is empathy,compassion,kindness,concern,love,the spirit of desearnment,that can exist in the child,and adult who decided to comply,and let actions speak louder than any words that have ever been heard! The love that the mother and father gave me and you is the love that came out from "The Father God" who is sincere and true! The Lord God Almighty created that which is "Animate and Inanimate"too! There is a "Terrestrial and Celestial" in "Heaven and in Hell,and in the entire universe,and in the unknown,and known,in "The Black wholes of "Outter Space"as "The Lord God Almighty"look upon his infinite "Creations" to take and have control of any situation,and any nation!The Lord God Almighty is "The Creator"of "All Creation"!
The puffy, stomach-fattened mouse is closing in on the ballerina.
They do a pirouette around the stage, and the crowd goes wild,
But silently. This is an auditorium, and we are taught obedience
By the mere reverent attitude of Nutcrackers past.
But do the children go silently wild?
Or are they now ripe for a good nightmare?
Are they as enthralled as the adults?
It is a tradition to go wild, because our parents said
It is so, and so it is.
Does any adult ever slightly wonder
How we would feel, if we ever saw these skating
Mammals in the same room, and they were the
Same size? If you have ever observed the scary
Quickness of a mouse darting out of a kitchen floor crack,
You might realize that children, who are much smaller
Than this Christmas mouse, might feel intimidated
And fearful after such a show.
Any thinking adult would hope to not see the mouse
And the little girl the same size in real life also.
However, on stage, with the tin soldiers, and the Christmas tree,
We are okay with it
Some of us, not all.
A Christmas ballet, some of us
See yearly, without thinking of that.
When the children cannot explain their nightmares,
Do we figure out why?
Vanessa throws the shot put, track,
In the F34 classification, wheelchairs,
And is a wheelchair racing coach,
For English Athletics, also an activist.
Whilst doing the job she received a call,
From Alison O’Riordan a throwing coach,
Just after she’d survived a breakdown,
And having deteriorated considerably.
Vanessa suffers from the condition,
Described as Ehlers Danlos Syndrome,
And also abnormally postured Dystonia,
Such that she’s now in a wheelchair.
But Alison’s text was bold yet friendly,
“When are you coming out to have
a throw Nessa?” because Alison here,
Believed she could teach Vanessa all.
Vanessa had only joined the club,
Of Haringey Wheelers to get fitter,
And also so to improve her health,
But not to land feet down in Rio city!
Born on June 20th in the year 1977,
Vanessa now studies hard at university,
At the University of East London, UEL,
Examining sport and exercise science.
She hopes to follow on with a masters,
Or maybe even a longer PhD, loves talk,
Which she didn’t have the chance to do,
When she was younger, a young adult.
Nature so unsullied and pristine
in God’s own land so divine,
in a child born with psyche empty,
beautiful is the mindscape naughty,
encased in a frame of innocence,
of the real world it has no sense.
Flower blooms in a child’s smile,
reflected in flawless mirror so fragile,
can’t survive unbroken very long,
for it bears harsh time’s impact strong.
His gullible simplicity may last
while his world changes fast.
As the impish child becomes adult,
the loss of innocent mind may not result,
with his naivety he is happy, not upset,
for the child in him hasn’t grown up yet.
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March 2, 2022
Contest : Naughty Yet Innoscent
Sponsored by : Mohan Chutani
Who ARE You Contest
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Hmmmm...Who am I?
I have asked myself this question many times.
My strength from past incidents has depleted
my insecurity. Now, I am free to be me....
As a child I was seen as confused and insecure. I didn't see life the way my peers did. I felt different and deserving of loneliness. As a young adult I grew into the young lady I had dreamed of. It wasn't until my mid twenties I faced unfortunate circumstances of an addiction to chemical substances. It was seven years ago. I almost died too many times. I have said goodbye to those occurrences with a sparkle in my eye; so long to shame and regretful guilt. Now I bathe in the beauty of freedom. The storms controlled me, letting go saturated many years of the chains that smothered me. When the yesteryears approached I saw the glory of the illuminations I was worthy of. I have endured many losses I may never heal from, but they are carried in my heart. Now I am guilty of loving too much and carrying empathy like a beautiful weight hovering around my shoulders. I have confident faith in myself.
I do have a few silly things about myself. I am known for going to bed way too early,
yet waking up way too late. I love coffee and apple strudel. I enjoy supernatural shows and movies. Next to writing, eating chocolate is my favorite past time.
I share dreams with my daughter as she looks at me with her big brown doe eyes and a shimmer in her smile. I love with all the essence my heart has to offer. I'm needy. I need the warmth of my husband while he plays with my hair in bed. I need my family. I need my pets. I need anything compassionate this world has to offer. Finally, I need the Lord. He is my light, and I shall follow His ways until my last breath...
Hmmmm...Who am I?
I have asked myself this question many times.
~I am everything I could've hoped for and more~
blessings in lessons
my compassion runs deeply
this is who I am
~Date Written: April 3, 2016~
My hair ripping as her fingernails entwine
pulling my head back
She slaps me harder than she should
Her smile slightly offset
My cheek reddening from the welt of her hand
Shifting herself forcing me deeper within her
The pleasure of her warmth
subdued the pain
My throb in unison with her undulating frame
Cast myself down in reverence
Genuflect to her genitalia
Praising with my grunts and groans
Come she barks her orders
Her hips thrusting with disjointed pressure
Empty now in a guttural groan
but she is not complete
Her knees shifted
Now either side of my face
Choking, gurgling her essence
Her musk a must
Her wetness engulfing
No protection from her want
I'm living the wrong life.
A bad version or an unhealthy vers6
Of what a human should be
I stopped drinking
So every once in a while.
I stopped taking pills for Dep5.
And antisychotics, and diabetes
And wait.... ing cirrhosis.
And do drugs to stay awake
So you can write and feel like
A genius, you see in have to trick
Myself into feeling any ing emotions
I lose weight and don't bathe.
And write for hours and days
And when I read all of these
Later, they'll be , just ing
Nonsense words that make
Sense to only me and maybe
Others who have died inside
Where fear doesn't exist anymore
Just ing words
I used to care about things
I loved being around people
Enjoying things
That's the ing thing.
Things. I'm not sure if I'm sad or glad.
That I have nothing
After I left and my mother
Died. I made peace with death
And he still hangs
Around tormenting me
ed up thing,
I enjoy his company
Company annoys and bores
Me so much. They cared about me.
That's gone now
So I deal with mental illnesses.
Making me feel like
If I stop writing I'll die.
Six months then forgotten
I'm sure I'm only interested.
To myself and I'm getting tired
But I want to be alone.
I want to care about myself
I haven't bathed in two months.
I'm bleeding from 2 places.
But won't die
I'm decaying on purpose
My mind is so broken
I'm not sure if I understand
Love anymore
The sun enveloped the top corner of the first boarded up ward we passed on the campus of
a former state hospital, the denuding branches of Autumn's trees rooted deeply, old
on the campus of long ago mentally malaised lives, the trees reaching towards the sky...
A parking lot with weeds growing through its cracks lay before a locked door with angel
wings drawn on it--an adult angels's pair, and a child angel's--
the clinician, walking with this group, had taken a photo of the Angel wings drawn on
the door, and later as I observed a fat, well-shaped squirrel perched on its hunches at the
very bottom of a tree, eating a nut, the clinician notices the pink leaves of small,
slender trees intermixt in a straight line amongst the taller yellow and red and orange
leafed trees, within which the squirrel sat
having his dinner amongst the spirits of the
former patients.The vast, cloudy late afternoon sky hovered over the field at the
bottom of the hill upon which we and the trees and the boarded up buildings of this former
state hospital stood, the fading sunlight soon to turn the day into a cold, Autumn evening...
A photo tucked into the pocket of a door
with Angel wings, locked forever.
My beloved Drino,
Take me to the memory
a neverlasting dream
which lived in yester yesterday
long before destiny took its toll
and footprints marked separate paths
Take me back to that December night
where we ran holding hands
to the cottage down the hill
by fields of evergreen
I am there, You are too
Kissing snowflakes from my lips
as melting moistness falls
upon silk wisps of auburn hair
How can I not remember
your palms' gentle rub
brushing raindrops
which trickled ever so slow
across the inner of my thigh
Ahh !I can still smell the scent
of your warm breath upon my neck's nape
~Honey and lemon
I can still hear that hush hushed whisper
beneath the tender of my ear
Still live the feeling,of your fading kiss
upon each flutter of my lash
My beloved Drino
Carry me back to those sheets
which still know the voice
and the colour of your eyes
Let me travel to the cradle
of those arms and perfumed wine
Let me travel to that smile
within the blossom of your heart
Threaded petals on a cheek
where scarlet velvets never sleep
Let my slippery fingers slide
to the soft hairs of your back
as you unbutton my last piece of innocence
As the corners of your mouth fulfill with juices
from the ripeness of pink peaches
As i open up to fire and you enter in flames
My beloved Drino,
take me to that night
where i tickled your wilderness
where you sank in my deep
Take me to the moment
where our sins were so sacred
and lust carried no shame
Not for the
contest..
But tnks
Cyndi
Macmillan
for your
'Spice box'
adult content contest
had been an
inspiration.
Ps..I had to delete
some spices after
i posted it
Hope its still liked
: )
What is carnival without the music? What is carnival with the dance? What is carnival without the colors, what is carnival without a song? What is carnival without a date, what is carnival without the plate, you have got to get up and run, and get the colors into the sun.
Oh! Today is children’s day when you throw all the adult things away, and let the children be children again, you have children talk, and children walk, you have children heat and children seat to make the journey complete.
What happen to the children Art their music and their dance? Children love the colors as it drives away all their sorrows, children are fun so don’t dress them in dark colors it only brings on more sorrows. Children like the games and if they don’t play it will drive them insane, please lively up the children’s parade for this exotic carnival day.
It’s Notting Hill, how can you keep still, I see people lagging around and they are moving slowly around the town. There is something happy to think about, especially when you want to shout, turn up the heat, run up and down the street and wait for the drum beat.
You are on Notting Hill, you have to learn how to do the drill, there is plenty of food to eat so pick a dish and enjoy the fish, it’s all about the Caribbean and the Windrush generation; it is a family occasion on Notting Hill.
There is spicy food over here, curry, brown stew and barbecue, over there, Jerk chicken, jerk pork and American dish, but I prefer the savory dish. I like baked potato and butter, grill chicken and gravy for supper. I like to have it with a long French bread with ceaser salad to cover its head. Carnival is in the food and that’s good news. So get up and grab a cab and go to Notting hill.
Tomorrow is adult day so don’t waste your precious time away, get the color and the beat and wrap yourselves in colorful sheets, and turn up the heat. Cleopatra was a treat and she knows how to make the emperor's heart beat. Notting Hill will come alive when you start to smile. Tomorrow August 28, 2023 all roads lead to nothing hill England.