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All you do
All you say
All you write
In the jasmine garden
Is a frenzied drum
Bludgeoning me to dumb
Intensely numb
I feel
As I reel
Yes
As you come
Rising on tides
Passion overflowing
Deluge in the veins
In a hurricane
You dominate
You violate
You annihilate
My stability
My balance
My tranquility
My nonchalance
You seek to
Sweep me off my feet
I resist
To be devastatingly kissed
Who does want
A plundered restaurant
I hold breath
But you hit underneath
With your tremendous vigour
A wild rigour
Breaking all norm
Of rhythm and form
You become
The fierce Atlantic storm
From head to toe
Fast or slow
Everything you claim
You monster hurricane
In a primitive joy
You destroy
Spears and arrows you employ
Pull down and enjoy
In a poor coordination
I reach my limitation
And surrender
Before your violence
And horror
Frantically you tear
All the roses there
The tendrils of hair
The hymns of prayer
Whether in Florida
Or in Miami
Riding on reckless liberty
Everywhere the same misery
Either Katrina or Irene
Harvey or Irma
The same surging ocean
The same commotion
You flood me with
I groan beneath
I have to writhe
And wriggle as fiercely you breathe
Well now as you are quieted
Having deconstructed
All my emotions
Are now back to the ocean
Give me your resilience
The ocean’s brilliance
Let me reconstruct and create
My new cup and chocolate
My balance
In the new circumstance
In future if you need to come
Come with tribal drum
Played by striking with sticks
In the nerves crimson kicks
Come in drizzling ice and gentle rains
Not in tornadoes and hurricanes
Please …
Russia is now in the Middle East as earthquakes dramatically increase
A couple signs of the beast but in these times such signs don't cease
As the twelves tribes of Israel return with anti-Semitism on the rise
Many of the things you will learn may also come as a real surprise
As in Revelation seventeen four, she dressed in Purple and Scarlet
This is what Cardinals and Bishops wore in being called this harlot
The euro-roman empire is back and many rumors of war, and war
The Red Moons were right on track, as man is wicked to his core
The Euphrates will run dry, a new 16 dam project just completed
For this China and Russia will via as a deal will save the defeated
But it's the Almighty's Israel this Army will be God drawn to take
Not sure exactly what Seal but that is going to be a big mistake
Earth itself has begun to convulse as man has stripped her bare
And if you still have a pulse of these events you must be aware
A forced Israeli land deal for peace as from Judea they will flee
No longer will God they fleece or else as we are all about to see
Matthew 24:36
But of that day and hour knoweth no man, no,
not the angels of heaven, but my Father only.
Russia/Rosh- Gog Magog war 9-11-15
Jews increasingly return to Israel worldwide
St. Malachy predicted 112 popes, this is 112
The euro is the old Roman Empire
Red Moons 1493, 1948 rebirth of Israel
1967 the 6 day war Jerusalem now Israel's, and 2014
Signs in the Heavens God's Billboards
200,000,000 man army crosses dry Euphrates
Turkey just finished that dam 6 months ago
Earthquakes over 6.0 increase 10 fold since 2000
Google disasters in the U.S after ruling against Israel( it's not good)
The warnings/Shemitah years 1973, 80, 87, 94 2001, 2008,
2015 9-11 Russian goes into Middle East(Syria)
For I believe the final process of His Judgement may have begun
We are no Nineveh, we haven't repented but become worse!
Technology/ increase in knowledge
Popo Leo's Vision 1884....I need more time and power
The cell phone, he's in EVERYONES pocket(power)
I could go, but time is short
Not meant to scare, but awaken. He is a Loving and Merciful God,
And His Kingdom will have no end. Call upon His Name
For even the elite shall be fooled in the last days
It's coming
I see where my toes will fit
It's a little more than a lump
But my toes will fit
Momma said," Stay with me,
Don't travel about.
The escalator will bite and suck you in.
No more toes,
And it will win."
I've never listened before
Now I end up stuck in the floor
Sucked into the moving walkway
The floor is no more
Perhaps I'll become an exit sign
Only work when people pay a dime
Here I stand
Toes stuck in airport land
Caught my toes in the airport escalator
RED States/Blue States
Finances: RED or Black?
Cincinnati REDS
Boston RED Socks
Chicago White Socks
Detroit RED Wings
RED Blood Cells
White Blood Cells
RED Tape
RED Cars
RED Socks
I have stories of two friends who loaned me their
RED Car in the early 70s. One was an Impala, and the
other a Volks Wagon. No, I did not get pulled over or
ticketed for speeding. I will not say more than that.
There are RED States and Blue States identifying
whether it is a Democratic or Republican State.
I will avoid politics and not say more than that.
If I'm recalling correctly, in the late 70s-early 80s,
there was a professional baseball team known as the Big RED
Machine. I think that they won at least one world series back
then. If you like baseball or live in Cincinnati, you know what
I'm talking about. So, I need not say more than that.
I cannot believe that I actually decided to wear RED Socks.
They were a birthday gift to me from a younger sister-in-law.
My first reaction was, "Really. Are you kidding me?". I said
to my wife, "Why would she think that I would ever wear RED
Socks?" However, I do not know what possessed me to do it,
but one day I decided to wear them. They felt great, and at 73,
I have learned to be more daring than ever. So, those RED
socks have become one of my favorite pairs of socks.
Time and space do not allow me to speak of RED October,
RED Moons, or the former Washington RED Skins and a host
of other RED things. So, for now, that is all I will say about RED.
080323PS
City At Night
by Edmund Siejka
It was cold outside
I hadn’t shaved in days and I was hungry
I was going to walk it
Only a few blocks
Through the same streets I walked every day
So how bad could it be
At 1 AM?
The Diner’s neon sign
Shone in sharp relief in the night.
A greasy spoon type of place
Inexpensive meals
And large portions.
The waiter leaned against the chrome soda dispenser
Dark circles under his eyes
Anything good? I asked
Everything’s good he answered
Quickly taking my order
He resumed his post.
I’ve been coming here for awhile and I don’t ever think I saw you around
Without turning around
I answered the stranger
I’m just getting something to eat.
I’ve been around lots of places he said
And I think I can spot a victim of disappointment
I’m a writer by day and at night a denizen of the streets
Because of who I am I have become frugal
So, I eat here to stay alive.
Ignoring him I started eating
When his chair creaked and swiveled
I caught sight of his back when he left.
I left the Diner around 2 am
Footsteps echoed around me
Anxious I looked around
To be sure
I was alone.
Up ahead
Two men were talking
The taller of the two leaned against a car
Arms crossed against his chest
Watching me as I got closer
Cold night, isn’t it? he asked.
My breath curled out in the frigid night
I carefully answered,
Yes, it’s a little cold
Out for a night time stroll? he inquired
Before I could answer, the shorter of the two turned away
It was then I quickly turned
And hurriedly walked away.
Behind me the thudding sound of a car door slammed shut
Loud laughter broke the quiet of the night
Theirs was a private joke
And I was the intruder.
I remember Charlie from college,
a troublemaker par excellence,
not that Charlie intended to be,
it’s just his views were often askance.
Take, for example, the time in class
we were discussing feminism,
the professor was glad her students
were all seeing things through her prism.
But then Charlie said, “You’re looking past
the long-term effects of such thoughts,
marriage rates are down, so are birth rates,
divorce is so common it seems taught.
More single mothers mean messed up kids,
strange men in the house mean more abuse,
with no strong families to model off,
children grow up with a slanted view,
which makes it hard to form families,
which ensure that our culture survives,
are we sure modern feminism
Is a force for good in all our lives?”
The girls in the class loudly freaked out,
with the professor they piled on,
Charlie just shrugged at their vitriol.
“Your anger doesn’t mean that I’m wrong.”
Now this might have come off arrogant,
It seemed that way to me at the time,
I had not learned to appreciate
The use of a truly honest mind,
Not seen a man who valued the truth
More than woman, friendship, or real fame,
A person who could just go along,
As this next tale will help to explain:
It was another discussion,
About women joining the work force,
And how it was a great step forward,
That we should be encouraging more.
But Charlie raised his hand and spoke up,
“What is gonna happen to the kids?
Should we just entrust them to daycare,
Like our parents’ generation did?
Mental illness has skyrocketed,
And it’s become clear this plays a part,
The formative years are so vital
To a balanced mind and healthy heart.
A stay at home parent teaches them
That they are valued and loved so much
That someone will dedicate their life
To see them protected and raised up.
Why should they fight for a stranger’s time,
What negative effects will that have?
Problems when young tend to follow us
To adulthood, and that would be bad.
Man or woman, stay at home parents
Help give us people health and strong.”
They hounded him out, but he yelled back,
“Get upset, but you know I’m not wrong!”
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Take a minute and just stop
Before I have a broken heart
Something isn't going well
From this night of living hell
That came out of nowhere fast
Something made you go and snap
Making you turn into someone
I've never seen you become
Please breath slowly and relax
Your anger is to the max
I want to help and know what's wrong
Your violence is way too strong
You need to settle down a bit
Controlling this new rage of fit
So we can talk and get through
Whatever's bothering you
I don't care how long it takes
I'm a friend who wants to make
A smile show up again
Let me know how to begin
Cause I will be here for you
Even if the whole night through
A punching bag I have to be
To release the misery
That has gotten you so riled
Please confess what turned you wild
I am scared for my friends safety
We have gotten so close lately
And don't want to see you hurting
Believe me when I say there's nothing
I wont do or even give
To make sure that you will live
Without pain that fills your heart
I care for you a very lot
Robin Davis
Romance (Friendship) category
I have gathered lessons like sacred stones,
Each one a pillar in the house you built for me.
From you, I learned the quiet gravity of accountability,
The soft, enduring pulse of unfailing love,
And the steady, unbreakable rhythm of trust.
You taught me that prayer is a bridge,
That family is the soil in which we root,
And that silence, when held by you,
Is a language more profound than any spoken word.
Perhaps you feared that in teaching me to stand,
The distance between us would only grow—
That these lessons would be the wind that blew us apart.
But instead, they have become the gravity
That pulls me closer to the man you are.
I have seen the shadow of a world without a father,
But I live in the light of a man who is friend, mentor, and guide**.
I am the harvest of your tireless seasons;
You sheltered the spark until it became a flame,
You dressed my spirit in confidence,
And fed my soul with the bread of your wisdom.
You did not simply point toward the path—
You stepped into the dust and walked it with me.
In your laughter, I find a trillion reasons to hope;
In your stride, I find the blueprint for my own feet.
You are the hero etched into my daily breath,
The miracle I get to witness in the quiet of a Tuesday,
The hope I hold when the world grows loud.
I live by the strength you gave me,
And I would spend my final breath declaring it:
I love you, Dad.
Yesterday, today, and into the forever.
Your Son.
What If
What if you do not make it till tomorrow?
What if this night is the longest?
What if your dreams are cut short?
What if there is no path through your gloom,
What if your paths are laced with thorns?
What if there is no friend to cheer you on,
What if your foes are many, and
What if you are left alone?
Abandoned by kith and kin,
To walk the dreary path untrodden,
What if no one cares about your pain?
And the day bids its final farewell,
Amidst this toil and turmoil
The succourers become your foe,
Left alone unsought and unsung,
With no prints on the Vanity Fair
Wane by age and worn through time,
Are you there?
Been here longer than you,
But this be the words on my lips and in my heart,
May I be with His righteousness clothed
For I have none in me,
Remembering the covenant of His eternal Blood
My last plea before I go.
Wake me up
When flowers bloom in blue and red
Wake me up
When all the tragedies meet their end
Wake me up
When all the scars have healed on my body and mind
Wake me up
When the feelings of happiness become reality again
Wake me up
When the wars cease fire
When people become compassionate again
When we all come together united in love
Wake me up
When my perfect match is found to intertwine in Euphoria
Until then
Let me sleep away the terrors
All of the nightmares
All of the dangers
I don't want to sleep forever
But this uncertainty reigns true
And this world becomes the more harsher
Wake me up
When this daytime nightmare ends