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She knew it all; she was brilliant. A genius.
I had never met her before, but she told me right away.
I watched my tablemate’s faces. They knew her. They were grinning.
I will do that! She said at every task we were given that day.
The others backed off right away; I was the only one who fought her.
But after a bit of time, I too, gave up.
It was not worth taking on her intense knowledge
That she was the only one who would do the task in a brilliant way.
She was a genius. She said. She was the best. She said.
A genius at alienating other people.
The best at being a selfish, know-it-all who did not know what a team was.
I, I, I, me, me, me, she sang as she did all of the tasks.
It was the last time I made the mistake
Of sitting at a table with her.
She had taught me that at least.
I have created the coldest place of despicable solitude,
keeping the joyful words locked in a mind of loneliness;
ah, they never were spoken to reach another altitude...
thoughts tossed to a storm unable to free themselves!
This beautiful friendship deserved much more,
I didn't lift it higher than the radiant sky above;
I terribly failed to honor it, what did it cost me?
How can I amend it, who's willing to help me?
To die alone is the most awful and cruel punishment,
no hand comforting mine, no teary eyes staring...
only God's presence to soothe my endless torment;
old friends, gather around me and feel my trembling.
This beautiful friendship lasted over countless years,
then quickly faded in the doubts of insincere deeds;
my resentment grew deeper alienating all trusted friends...
did the bond that existed shatter and ended in fragments?
How Would Jesus Vote?
By Mark Stucky
Would Jesus vote for striking others’ cheeks in tweets?
Would Jesus vote for grabbing others’ genitals?
Would Jesus vote for separating children from parents?
Would Jesus vote for ceaseless scandals and lies?
Would Jesus vote for prideful arrogance and bragging?
Would Jesus vote for juvenile insults and name-calling?
Would Jesus vote for tantrums and narcissism?
Would Jesus vote for alienating national allies…
while coddling dangerous demagogues?
Would Jesus vote for enabling the rich to get richer…
while the poor become ever more impoverished?
Would Jesus vote for following false profits and prophets?
Would Jesus vote for a president twice-impeached?
Would Jesus vote for a peer-convicted felon?
Would Jesus vote for immunity from justice?
Would Jesus vote for insolence and insurrection?
Would Jesus vote for revenge and retribution?
Would Jesus vote for ends justifying the means?
Would Jesus vote for devotion to deceptive idols?
Would Jesus vote for destroying our democracy?
Would Jesus vote to make America hate again?
On the ballot, what would Jesus do?
We should all surely vote that way too.
(See also my related poems “The Art of the Devilish Deal,” “The 2023rd Psalm,” and “Tweeting the Truth in Love.”)
(Image by Edmond Dantès on Pexels.com.)
Like a tree in spring
we start out as buds
yearning to become leaves.
In summer we flourish
soaking up the sunlight
with absorbing passion.
.
In fall we transform
alienating our brothers
by position, and color.
In winter we equalize
mounds withered, and brown
at the mercy of the wind.
I should have resisted that deceiving voice
that entrapped me and made me quickly fall...
when silence dominated to conceal noise;
and however sorry I am, I felt tall.
Devil, why did you choose someone so meak...
to do horrible deeds unthought by this mind?
Devil, you hide in dense shadows and peak,
hiding in caves more afraid than a child.
As beautiful things so charming and grand...
temptation led all to wrongdoing,
but without real compassion and feeling,
thoughts clustered together to offend.
That deceiving voice kept on coming back...
alienating friends who looked to me for help.
He's running out of Colour.
*eternity eternal mind over matter
*He forms combative images of daffodils and lilac hedges
The Grey Seeps From his Eyes.
* His heart holds abundance, life close, close as a shield
Nature is Turning Black.
* All of the mind intent melds a joyfull palette into an encompassing black
- Can't You Smell Their bitter Entrails?
* Retching he adds fodder to ripen the ground for rebirth.
He Could. He felt them weave
*Balance sought to assert dominance over discord with the Fathers hand.
In and out of His Senses,
*Mesmerizing optiforms presenting themselves
Alienating his Perceptions.
* He strains to hold human concepts dear.
- Count the Bodies, Count the Women
and The New-Borns if You Want?
* From Death, Life, from Life, Death
*the endless circle sustains his weakening heart.
It's Just Math. No longer
*The count down, or up? continues…….
Did Time Stress Relevance.
The Sky was Red: and Empty.
*Empty, yet, the promise of nature abhorrence of a vacuum ..screams.
- If You Wait, They'll Come Back for You
*And you, son of God, child of the Mother will deal……-
He Walked Through Various Flesh
*Seeing the shell for what it was …casing of soul…..
Obscenities, Traveling for Miles.
*Caricatures of Man, insults only to ego long gone.
But The Smell, The Smell Had Followed Him.
- Where's Your God Now?
*………………Now and forever, his soul answers, eternal in the heart of man
*……………………beating with the pulse of the Universe……..
*…………………………Ashes to ashes…..dust to God……….-
*I felt it necessary for my soul to reply, please forgive me Conor? A month of wicked was
too much without a reply.
The Puma
Dark energy, visible matter and dark matter.
S some refuses there existence, and question
the very logic of it's teachig.Napster] and Sureshimp
Pioneered study's into this field. (2197): The pioneer
Inspiration is a mental state of being stimulated to feel,
create, or act, often characterized by a sudden, creative
insight or a feeling of motivation. It acts as a spark that
helps visualize new possibilities or solves problems
, moving people beyond their ordinary routine.
Common sources include art, nature,
conversations, or overcoming challenges
Spock or kcops. Startrek or kertrats
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leveraging
strategic partnerships, and creating tailored, high-value content that solves
(Watch your back: he will include himself into your affairs to know the outcome, often to be in his -favor)cosmic expansion Attracting New Ones Without Alienating Your Old Ones.false to undermine its credibility ( allow his room enough to be detected might he began to undermine your affects) Leverage the playing feild, to produce an outcome favorible to your goals and objectives. The Dark Matter will solve it's self: or will we solve the matter of dark matter?
"Dead leaves lay still, even the last flower is withered: yet there is a beauty in decayed imperfection." Taken from a quote by _Constance La France
On an orbital rotation around our planet every day, nothing stays the same. We change our surroundings change, our thoughts change, constantly evolving into what we are and what we will be tomorrow.
Everything changes. Some things grow bigger or older, some are renewed, restored or replaced, some break or decay. Nothing stays exactly the same. Therefore we are never finished changing. As it was intended, or broken, still nothing is perfect forever. Regrettably Rolls Royce rust.
Aren’t you ashamed of me?”, said the pot with the crack.
“Every day you carry me, yet I only bring half the water back.”
The old woman replied. ”Didn’t you notice I carry you on the same side?
You do a great job and I always carry you with much pride.
You see every day, as I walk back you water each flower.
All these beautiful flowers are because of you."
Knowing a fault and making use of it, not alienating the item because of its fault but accentuating it, creates joy.
"When you were perfect, I loved you when you were not, I loved you more.”
The old woman kept the withered pressed bouquet, it’s in a box displayed on the shelf. From their wedding day, glorious red roses, now in decay. She smiles as she remembers its beauty and that of herself.
The flowers she kept, emphasizing their imperfections caused by age, give her joy.
She loved them when they were perfect, their beauty actually means more to her now that they are not perfect, as their remnants have lasted all these years.
All things must be looked upon as spiritually one and of use either aesthetically or practically, (or able to be recycled).
Seeing their hustle is dorsal and prismatic,
Smoking and drinking acclimated with optimistic,
Trading on drugs for survival...Baron my title,
Yield to my subjects,
Robbed billonaires of their earthly mantle,
High at sects,
Placing daily bread on candle,
Caring for windows,orphans and homeless,
Lives don't need to be in grant of being wretched and contrite,
Draw close to that fight,
Prospective responsibility to nurture and raise them from the scratch,
Satisfied with words alone not gonna render delight,
Sharing bread with the starving kalibres is our badge,
Rough and uncomfortable will their pillow be to the rich,
In their weep.....it's a deal,
In their shoes,....will see what is behind the snitch,
Seasons in the sun,...our time and their meal,
Suicide may be a remedy at the long run,
Answer you are buh don't know,
Alienating heroes and heroines of tomorrow's new world in ages,
Their future filmed in a burning snow,
Aristocrats to be!
Not watched clearly though,
Author their today as history and inspire we,
Not the end of their life,no matter how much they sow,
Appearance not accountable,wish to deprive win,
Hard work to even cover their dreams,....but will yours be uncovered?
Little is a saving substance,...why stay as dead,
Alive in them as Love,and in God with faith paired.
Many don't know this about me, but then again in all honesty
there may be some who suspect that I live this way.
"How sad," some must think as they witness me sink
into a deeper "depression" each day.
My word is sincerely true when I say to all of you,
"Don't pity me. This is my chosen life that I embark.
It's probably very difficult for you to relate but I'm at my most tranquil state
when I'm sitting at home alone in the dark."
"This isn't healthy. You're alienating yourself." God I hate that shrinky, therapeutic attitude.
It may be a very fine line but there's a major difference when you compare and define
Alienation with True Solitude.
"You're in denial," many say. "You're justifying yourself.
This isn't something you should be treating as some passing lark."
Be that as it may, answers and solutions always come my way
whenever I sit at home alone in the dark.