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In regard to human's such abject abyss and absurdity, we can't help questioning: can human still be indulgent in the virulent vainglory having shaped their pretentious and dangerous preconception of a human-centered and human-dominated cosmos? can human waywardly go on with their ecologic vandalism having already triggered the macrocosmic nature's wrath and punishment? In fact, all their perverted precepts and practices have spoilt or to a large extent countervailed the hard-earned results of their positive efforts. ( e.g. vaccine development, treatment of the infected)
As can be seen more often than not: Overloaded hospital wards and overwrought medical workers are outflanked by waves of overwhelming epidemic peaks, and the process of vaccination popularization outpaced by the viruses' variation and proliferation. Indeed, human's arrogance, ignorance and particularly conscience absence have estranged them from one informative sense: The best remedy is the due respect for the macrocosmic nature that nurtures the entire universe and the due reverence for her sovereign system that really dominates every being and everything living or working inside her domain; The best vaccine is the virtue of taking all harmless lives kindly and taking kindly to the nature's heartfelt call for every bio-community member's benign ecofriendly behavior.
Having ironed out the aforesaid reasoning and arguments and having made clear our firm attitude and stance, we hereby urge Spanish, Dutch butchers and especially the Dane banes:
Stop your criminal and cruel cull without delay, do not engage any more in any activity that may bring us extinction, mass toll and physical or psychological harm, let us resume enjoying our old habitat safe and calm.
We also want to extend our exhortation to all of the human being: Make a thorough stock-taking of the circumstances of correlated infection-prone species and overall epidemic aspect before renouncing your previous evil ways and recommitting to building a livable eco-environment and lovable bio-community. Only after the strict imposition of precautionary disciplines upon your daily behavior, would there be a promising future of fine faith and fair fortune for every existent being under the sun, of course including yourselves; In the bargain, would come genuinely effective epidemic-controlling & prevention mechanisms for yourselves.
THE CONCERT
The members of the orchestra had each gone to his chair;
The audience was waiting now for the conductor there.
And when he stepped on to the stand, applause was heard, and then
He lifted up his white baton and music soon began.
It started out quite beautiful, each person played his part,
But soon some went on their own way; they thought they were
more smart.
Some put their music on the floor and stopped playing at all,
While others stared around the room at all the lights and walls.
Some started playing other tunes, some played too sharp or flat,
Some even talked among themselves, some even got in spats!
The leader was beside himself, not knowing what went wrong,
For he had planned this concert night for oh, so very long.
And now he was embarrassed by the actions of the band;
He tried to calm confusion there by raising up his hand.
The members of the orchestra just went their separate ways
Each thinking they were doing right with music they did play.
The audience was quite disturbed, for what they came to see
Was surely not a show like this confusing, sad melee!
This story is a parable of Christendom today:
We started out as one in Christ, but each went his own way.
Denominations, sects, and cults, all claiming to be right,
But all they do is disagree on everything and fight.
We can’t agree which Bible is God’s word for us today;
We can’t agree on how to sing and sometimes how to pray.
We can’t agree on baptism, security, or gifts;
It’s sad to see how very far from early truths we drift!
And some have even now denied the basic gospel truth
That many died for in those days of the church’s early youth.
They say that Jesus was not God, the blood was not required,
Or say that there are other books that God has now inspired.
They say that hell is just the grave, that Mary is the way,
That purgatory is a place where we could go someday.
Yes, many doctrines have crept in; just like that concert hall,
It’s hard for many to believe there’s any truth at all!
Yet our Conductor wants us back! We have a job to do!
If we would follow as He leads, what impact we could view!
It’s time we got back to the Lord, Conductor of our life,
And put away these selfish ways and arguments and strife!
It’s time to come back to God’s word, not ideas of man,
And follow our Conductor, Christ, and trust His guiding hand!
Battle of the Sexes
A Collaboration Between: Pandita Sanchez and Eric L. Boddie
As beautiful and smart as you are,
you always seem to take it too far.
I know some of it is just;
but there is still so much that never needed to be discussed.
It could be that you too often misunderstand me,
overcomplicating and seeing life differently.
They say men are from Mars and women from Venus,
so things will never be simplified between us.
Tell me, what am I to think -
I mean, your mood changes within a blink;
so much emotion can sometimes get in the way,
you like pushing buttons - what's that shade of gray?
One minute you say that I’m too emotional;
then when I prove to be your equal, you call me irrational.
Is it just that I’m way too much woman for you?
And, perhaps, you really don’t have a clue?
There you go again thinking you are all that;
that's the reason we are always off track.
I love everything about you, but I tire of the stress;
and I can't calm you down unless I get you undressed.
See that's exactly what I'm talking about -
resorting to caveman tactics makes you believe you have clout;
but you're no longer a boy, so you should know better, Boo,
you're wearing me out with your commitment issue.
You see, I just can't ever win.
So don't stand there trying to pretend
like you are faultless in all of this;
but the blame always hits me - it has never missed.
While I admit that I’m not totally blameless,
I’ve been the one who‘s always willing to do more while you do less.
In fact, like Rodin’s ‘Thinker’ you just brood over our problems;
but I’m the mover and shaker who actually tries to solve them.
You know what? I am done with all this…
I mean, you know I am addicted to your sweet kiss
which, consequently, makes arguments hard to resist,
all because there is not a feature about you I want to miss.
So please just let me say -
the indifferences need to end, and let's start anew today.
Well we don’t need to be arguing all the time sinking into quicksand,
if like two adults, we address concerns before they get out of hand.
But in spite of what our differences may be,
I know we love each other to the nth degree;
and in the end, we know we’re worth it, and we’ll see,
man and woman, we can work it out together, Baby, you and me.
Brittany is a little girl,
who's starving for attention.
So many things are wrong,
and only few she can mention.
She would go to school,
just trying to et out.
but it never failed cuz every night,
her parents would scream and shout.
her dad barried alot of hatred,
he always had a closed fist.
i guess that's how expressed love.
to his oldest kid.
the house was full of chaos,
arguments,and fights
i have know idea,
how she made it through a night.
her dad was always drunk,
and mother wouldn't listen.
a few years go by.
and there is still no attention.
Brittany is a teen now,
who's getting out of control
if only she was disaplined
then maybe she would know
she really didn't want
to turn down this path
she never had direction though
from the hauntings of her past.
all she ever wanted,
was to be a normal kid
but instead she kept the hurt,
all bottled in.
what really lies beneath,
i guess she'll only know.
but as she got older,
the more she lost control.
her mothers popping pills,
every single day.
Brittany is just asking,
why does it have to be this way.
Does mom love her any,
does she remember that she's there.
why wont she look her in the eye's,
and just tell her that she cares.
So Brittany only assumes,
it'll be this way till the end
so she starts taking pills,
just trying to fit in.
not very many just a few,
here and there
but now her mom noticed her,
and she acted like she cared.
but did she really care,
or just wanting Brittany's drug.
cuz to my recolection,
there wasn't ever a hug.
now another thing was bothering her,
and it drove her half insane.
so she started taking handfuls
just trying to ease the pain.
she spent her whole life trying,
to gain her mothers love
well it gradually got worse
cuz she started shooting up.
but that's what she did,
cuz she thought it'd be best.
then a year later
it lead to her arrest.
Brittanys etting better now,
with a baby on the way.
she still fights addiction though,
every single day.
often she felt empty,
and even all alone
but how can she feel that now,
with her precious son at home.
That little boys an angel,
he has saved her life
Brittany is happy now,
and you can see it in her eye's.
she has made alot of mistakes,
but now she right on track,
this is her step of moving forward,
and never turning back.
Form:
800 miles.
2 hearts.
1 love.
How do I go on?
I cry myself to sleep.
Why do I stay?
I can't leave.
He's waiting.
An argument, needed to be won.
I feel like I'm in love.
No, I'm too young.
Time for bed.
why don't you stay up.
why don't you just think. Think about everything you've done.
Think of who've you hurt.
Think about who's gone.
Why don't you cry?
What's wrong with you?
Are you crazy?
what will you do?
Too many questions.
Too many tears.
So many lost things.
So many found fears.
Hold my hand?
Hold me tight.
Don't let me go.
please don't fight.
Take me home.
take me back.
Don't forget my love.
Don't forget the facts...
Never have put all my faith, in someone I've not met
but when it comes to Presidents, I had to hedge my bet
I listened, just to what was said, from the horses mouth
teleprompter easy read, what's from his heart went south
Everyone just turns away, because of who has spoken
the little "adlibs" at the end, are called a "trademark token"
It took awhile to readjust, not comfortable at first
waiting for the "Hope and Change", instead things just got worse
I don't put words in peoples mouths, news briefly passes by
hesitations, pauses too, just watch and you'll know why
His demeanor says it all, can't look you in the eye
like a child's hand in a cookie jar, caught in another lie
I voted Independent, just like I always do
"08" I said I'll take a chance, and vote for something new
Took a chance and voted once, against what's in my heart
hoping this would be the one, to give us a fresh start
Listened to the arguments, on both the Left and Right
checked my dwindling bank account, it's almost out of sight
Some people think I'm selfish now, look at the flag I've flown
it's odd I've no Entitlements, and pay for my own Phone
How do you let him off the hook, divided we now stand
his bitterness shows near and far, beyond the Rio Grand
If you don't agree with him, they say you're spewing hate
they won't sit down and talk it out, no common sense of late
People think they understand, compassion in their hearts
you have "yours", let them have "theirs", forget that "theirs is ours"
Try to remain civilized, and show them you do care
he seems to think we "owe the world", his way to make it fair
Redistribution of our wealth, the "Robin Hood" effect
give it to the "have-nots, their life is such a wreck
If you never worked for "it", believe me you're not owed
reason for the "Bridge Card"? We won't know we've been snowed
He's not alone you understand, "bad apple in the bunch"
I really think he tops the list, of course that's just a hunch
We can go back a lot of years, "W M D s" and more
his sights are set, it's "Tunnel Vision", to give away the "Store"
Bring them in, from down below, he'll smile and look away
knowing well, that all of them, are surely here to stay
A scary thought (you know it's true) he's letting ISIS in
his hope and change "America", he tries, but will not win.....
Bum.Boom....Bum.Boom....Bum.Boom
The sounds of a drum beat resounding over me.
In her eyes I gaze and wonder of how deep I can go,
The essence of her eastern beauty inticed me.
Hair of black satin rests on her flesh,
The rasberry aroma takes me to a place of imagination.
The touch of her soft hands makes my body feel fresh,
As my mind travels with no limitation.
Bum.Boom..Bum.Boom..Bum.Boom
The sounds of the drum beats double time.
We sit connected through our souls,
Yearning to be one body, soul, and mind,
As we get closer our skin is no longer cold.
As we get lifted and taken to another place,
We leave behind a piece of our selves that we can never recover.
All I can do is stare at her angelic face,
It could never happen with another.
Bum.Boom....Bum.Boom....Bum.Boom
I listen as the sound falls back.
The bliss after the storm is amazing,
As the air is filled with I do's and our souls made contact.
Lovers eyes wild and gazing.
Vows were made not to be broken,
Our love has been cemented.
No evil words to be spoken,
Because to each other we were commited.
Bum..Boom.........Bum..Boom........Bum..Boom
The sound of the drum gets weaker.
Complaceny sets in between the two souls.
Those sweet somethings become bitter,
As the arguments and fighting take toll.
Killing off what God created for his glory,
The two souls forgot about each other.
This once upon a time love story,
Has become a mystery novel that i have yet to discover.
Bum....Boom......................Bum.........Boom
The sounds are far apart and few.
How can this be happening to the firey souls?
Another came in when our fire had no blue.
It was no more than just a flicker as the breeze blows.
Her heartless act has taken apart of me,
Leaving me questioning loves existence.
Why can't our love sustain we,
Through this even a chance isn't givin to persistence.
Bum.........................................Boom
The sounds stop at an abrupt end.
As the sounds stop so does a life,
With no return in sight it can never resend,
All the darkness she left behind brings forth no light.
As my soul looks forward to my dreams,
She can't have them.
They shed light even if it is as dark as it seems,
A new life will begin.
BumBoom. BumBoom. BumBoom.
The sound acts as though it has been resuscitated.
Who is she?
Form:
Those leather pants fit perfectly
Against your skin. I can’t stop
Staring; You can’t stop teasing -
It keeps me up all night,
Struggling to
Keep shouting.
Nothing is resolved when you slam
The bedroom door - Don’t sleep
Angry. You know I hate it when you
Surprise me in the shower and
Turn the screws until I
Can’t even think. All the blood
Rushes to my head when I
Clutch the curtain – you know
I am there.
I see you see me as I
Hope we won’t wake up bitter in the morning,
Casting those cross couch glances and
Judging. Your eyes are killer
Aphrodisiacs, constantly seducing me
Like that time I had to
Pin you in the grass.
As the rain came down I kissed
Your lips and cradled you.
I can still close my eyes and hear you whisper
“You’ve left the toilet seat up again,”
I tell you that I’m sorry but we both know
In the dim light of the television set
I am barely listening.
You smile and shake your head,
For therein lies a flaw you choose to live with.
You swear, one of these days you are going to
Turn off the light and kiss
Every inch of my body
In honor of my being me,
And in honor of your being you,
I will return the favor.
Afterward, we’ll lie in love,
Smiling in a comfortable silence
Like the uncomfortable silences
At the ends of those trivial arguments
You start yet can’t finish.
There is no retort for my abashing.
You say you’re sorry but we both know
That you don’t really mean it,
So I make sacrifices I choose to live with.
I swear one of these days I am going to
Cook the most wonderful meal,
The kind where silence is a compliment
Ending with content smiles,
Doing the dishes,
Cursing at new shirt stains and small cuts
From knives hidden under soap water
Although
We don’t really mind the healing process.
I sleep and think, Tomorrow
I should walk to the jewelry store and look over
Diamonds, as I think of our
Long nights, walking through lit up old villages
Cuddling on the couch in the television light
Drunkenly kissing beside bonfires
Sharing friends and glances
And love and life for good or for worse,
Carrying the same heart.
I can always push that button
That has you turn me on,
Be it a laugh, a smile, a sting, or a bite.
We do what it takes to make us happy
And it works,
Especially when you put on
Those leather pants.
...“ ‘I used to love talking with friends,
they gave such meaning to my life,
but after watching them all die…
it no longer makes my eyes bright.
“ ‘I’ve loved women of every type,
indulged in every sort of sex,
from passionate to quite depraved,
yet now, more and more, I neglect.
“ ‘I used to the love to read the words
of the greatest minds of mankind,
now I’ve learned all the arguments,
wisdom no longer seems sublime.
“ ‘I used to want to lead people
down a path both gilded and true,
but I’ve seen all people can build,
there’s nothing left to me that’s new.
“ ‘The people call me ‘the Deathless,’
and that is why I have no tears,
all that can happen I have seen,
so nothing brings joy or brings fear.
“ ‘Once I thought that I was like God,
Jesus was sent to save our souls,
and I was sent to save this world,
but all of that was just ego.
“ ‘The truth is, I feel nothing Chin,
time has stripped all of it away,
man should not live a thousand years,
and I no longer want to stay.
“ ‘When each day just becomes a blur,
when years seem like nothing but weeks,
it’s not the future that you crave,
it’s some sort of final relief.
“ ‘That’s why it’s hard to ask of you
what I am requesting right now,
the people won’t understand it,
they’ll hate you as much is allowed.
“ ‘But if you truly want to serve,
to do one great thing for your liege,
there is one place where I can die,
where the spine meets the skull, you see.
“ ‘Take that knife from the mantlepiece,
strike hard and strike deep, my good friend,
I’m begging you to end my life
so I can feel human again.’ “
Of course then Chin hesitated,
how could he not at this request?
But Guiscard’s eyes showed emptiness,
too tired to plead for death.
So Chin did what was asked of him,
the Emperor died with a smile,
and Chin never revealed all this
at his circus of a trial.
He trusted it only with me,
and with me, for now, it remains,
the people are not ready yet,
the truth of it would just cause pain.
Since they still build the man’s statues,
mourn the loss the date of his death,
would they accept what I would say?
I don’t think they are quite there yet.
But one day I must make it known,
despite any blowback of rage,
since Guiscard’s kids are all alive,
and not one of them seems to age…
“What…happened…to…me? What…ab…ab…”
Despite my new found breath, my speech was weak
and lacking.
“Hush little one.” A soft spoken voice was heard
though she did not move her mouth to say the
words.
“You are safe now. Ashtira is calm. You have
done what you were set to do in your quest.
Hush.”
I closed my eyes and let myself slip slowly
to sleep. It felt wonderful to finally
relax.
When I woke up I felt better than I had in
a lifetime. I slowly sat up and looked around.
Quiet.
When I saw the Ashtira River I smiled. The once violent
vengeful river was now the soothing, gentle brook that it
was once known as.
When I looked down I gasped. My once
evergreen hunting dress was now a light sea-blue.
I knew.
I got up as a person on a mission. I ran and dove
into the water, unafraid of what might happen.
I could breath.
I swam all the way to Lishon. When I came out
of the river I noticed that the Noli were readying
for battle.
I smiled slightly and went back into the river.
I sat serenely at the bottom and closed my
eyes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The screams came after an hour of waiting. The Kwana
jumped to their feet on my command. I squinted trying
to see.
Like lightning a wall of water crashed into the
gates of Lishon and stopped. It was as if an invisible
shield stopped the water.
Out of the wall stepped a single figure. She was
garbed in sea-blue and her copper hair dry as day.
I knew.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was starting to get dark so I went to get Jorden and Clarisa. They
looked up as I beckoned them to come and they ran over as only
children could.
“It’s starting to get late, let’s head home.” There was none
of the usual arguments from the children. We donned our coats
and left.
What the parent did not know was that beneath the fun of child
play, there lay a Shana and Shano who made the world a better place
for all who cared to live. Once more the frilena would bloom in Lishon’s
court yard as they once had.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The story could be told in many ways,
with different plot lines and different endings.
what matters is not the setting or the plot
but the characters themselves.
In some way every child has their own
fairy-tale land that they are the hero’s of.
This story is particularly dear to me.
For you see, I was Shana and my brother was
Shano.