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She does not love you.
She loves what you give her—
And when that gift fades, so too does her affection.
The modern man, deluded by poets and preachers,
Believes that love is salvation.
No—
Love is slavery wrapped in perfume.
She smiles when you provide,
Cries when you delay,
Withholds warmth to bend your spine.
And you—
Grateful for her cold embrace—
Call it passion.
You sign your soul away, and call it intimacy.
Her “I love you” is not a covenant—
It is a receipt.
A thank you for value rendered:
Protection, provision, projection.
Yet when a man of higher worth appears,
She is reborn—
Her eyes wide with false admiration,
Her voice softer, her laughter louder,
Her loyalty forgotten.
You think she is the prize.
But a prize never chooses its winner.
It is men who bleed, sweat, and shatter for a glance,
While she sits, unmoved, beneath a pedestal carved by your hands.
When did love become a negotiation?
When did femininity learn to trade hearts for homes,
Affection for advantage?
She does not want your love—
She wants your weakness.
So she may rule over it in silence.
Divorce is not the failure of love—
It is the victory of strategy.
He who is weak loses her,
He who conquers keeps her trembling.
Do not chase her.
Let her feel your absence like a kingdom without a king.
Great men are not led by women—
They are followed by them.
You are the storm she fears,
The mountain she cannot move,
The god her soul once worshipped before the fall.
So rise, man.
Cast off the illusion.
She is not the light.
She is the shadow you must walk through
To find yourself again.
I've dreamed of traveling to equatorial Egypt
To see the Pyramids of Giza and even the Sphinx
And then onto the jungles of darkest Africa
To meet voodoo doctors, unafraid of their jinx
O, in my dreams, I've coursed through the canals of Venice
And met the Queen for tea before Wimbledon tennis
I've climbed the Eiffel Tower, spent hours in the Louvre
Been to Mumbai, New Delhi, by the Taj Mahal been moved
Once dreams such as these were the province of Kings
Yet today even you and I can realize all these things
From whaling expeditions in Norway to bullfights in Spain
They're just a click or two away, and a seat on a plane
Half-dead people, hearts turned cold,
Conceived in shadows, in theft enrolled;
Born in crime, in darkness fed,
On stolen wealth their spirits bred.
In a land where corruption wears a crown,
And broken laws are written down—
Where disorder sits in power’s seat…
Who will save this nation from defeat?
Murder and impurity—tradition’s disguise,
Justice crushed before our eyes.
War and killing shape the norm,
Violence taught in every form.
Cruelty carves the human mind,
Greed has left no soul behind.
A war for self, no truth, no light…
Who will rise to end this plight?
Success achieved by fleeing class,
False diplomas made to pass.
Degrees bought with flesh and gold,
Silent scandals, never told.
Wisdom buried under lust,
Education turned to dust.
Truth is sold and conscience chained…
Who will break what binds this land?
Jobs are granted through a name,
Not through merit, skill, or aim.
Power passes hand to hand,
While idle youth across the land
Watch their dreams dissolve in air,
Choked by silence and despair.
Hope grows faint, ambition dies…
Who will hear the young ones’ cries?
Blessings preached for selfish gain,
False prophets feast on others’ pain.
They fleece the flock they claim to guide,
While truth and justice are denied.
The sheep are lost, devoured instead,
Far from green pastures once they led.
Sacred trust is torn apart—
Even the cross now bears a wounded heart…
Who will save this nation from the dark?
Yet hope still breathes beneath the pain,
A quiet spark, a rising flame.
Not kings nor gold will make us free,
But hearts awake to dignity.
When truth is lived and courage stands,
And justice walks across these lands—
The light will rise, the dark will fall…
For we, together, shall save us all.
My friend lost his dad yesterday,Unexpectedly..
Today,On a Cold day filled with Sun Rays' Warmth,
We had the Burial.I could watch Him and
his brothers from a distance,Carrying the coffin,
They carried on their shoulders ,their Dad's dead body!
The dad, who carried them proudly in his hands
so many times before,the dad who kissed away their
every tear,healed their every pain ,with his loving embrace.
Today ,there was No one to save them,to Kiss away the bruise,
the open wound,Today for the first time,they called their dad
yet he wasn't there,Or He was there in many ways,it was still
early to see.Today,i looked at my friend,All I could see was
a grown up guy in baby tears,Hot teardrops , running down
his cheeks,Unstoppable stream of tears.When the Ceremony
was over,He came forward to thank Us all,for just being there,
Sharing his Sorrow as for how many times We shared his joy.
"Our dad left us ",He said!Heartbroken.Speechless,I found no
words to say,all i could give was a Hug,a tap on His back,
Yet, i couldnt utter a word,i gazed in His watery brown eyes,
For a moment i could feel ,the,pain!the loss!the heartache !
Yet ,in that Black Sad and Void moment,I could feel, Unity!
Unity of friends,Bondage Of family,Unity of being protected by
God's hands,God's shower of love,Our God' presence!
At that moment ,Doubts were there ,flowing in the corridors,
and alleys Of Our minds,Yet ,So was Faith,The Faith which keeps
us going,Knowing We are the Children Of Our father in heaven,Knowing One
day,We all shallmeet again.Our parents ,Our brothers,sisters,grandmas,
grandpas,Our Relatives and Our Sweet Friends!We shall meet them ,
We shall join them,In the Land Of No Sorrow,The Land of angels,
The Land where Colored Rainbows Reside..
(Dedicated to Our Friend ,David Armeni,
who lost His Beloved Dad ,Mr.Alfred Armeni)
Please let us all pray for acceptance
of loss)
Charma
Form:
The last letter by James Ottawa
Journal Entry
4005
December
28th
1986
In this crazy long night
Like all the many others
Before I lost my beloved child's mother
In 75'
Whenever God shines his white light
Through the Moon
To my tiny window in Tupelo, Mississippi
I hear him
Whispering this to me
Have I told you lately
My poor child
While you're still alive
Soon you'll bring it all home to me
All those wild nights
And precious times
When you were set free
With someone like you
So on sad days like this
After your love
Your precious Domino fell
See my light
Look to the moon
And yell
Hallelujah
Lord, hear my name
Into the falling rain
And always remember
I hear all those who cry out in pain
And still see all those days you all were born to be free
For all love never dies but always remains
So don't cry
But lift up your hearts
For by me
Stands your all your Dominos
Waiting for you
To once more be set free
But this time
To see
What the living can't see
With yours whispering
Tell him
My husband
His child's
Mama knows
He's gotta know
This place in Heaven
Is the ultimate picture show
So be patient my son
Your race will soon be run
And that white light you see
Shining through the moon
When your time comes
The moon opens up like a doorway
A portal
And when your astral cord is broken
You'll see the white light turn into a bridge leading you into it
And when your feet touches that floor
When that door closes
All will be made whole
Once more
Then the words been spoken
Fades
It's the same usually every few days but today
Today
I'm sure that moon looks to be ope
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Image shared under fair usage policy
A skyscape floats with light's threads
Suspended in an unknown hemisphere
Of eternity, a pure innocence
Where billion meteors , stars evanesce. I feel
Its rivers and heat blending as one drift,
numberless upon the ladder of creation...
Like a pilgrim of life breaking a thrilled stun,
As the grandeur of matter and blue fire
Ignites dawn's birthing , twilight's falling;
That each motion of a planet knows its pull
Before whirling amidst heaven's ray . I pause...
The god-child in me sees all brethren worlds
Allowing a force to bind with a holy order
That assigns each ringlet its fluid continuity.
I pause...moved by a galaxy that circles
From a flight roaming to greet my breath
Through seasons' journey , knowing my soul
finds its comfort beyond earth’s frontiers.
Kim Morrison's Soulful Words
by nette onclaud
“If the supreme Reality is only one and stainless, how can there be here the hosts of gods beginning with Brahmã, and how can there be here the worlds of habitation, such as heaven? I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky.”
The knowing ego has, is caged in space-time,
with body as the subject looking outward,
always joining the dots, seeking peaks to climb,
knowing not what is meant by, ‘God is the word’.
During sleep we dream as an actor therein,
forgetting we have created the landscape,
a make belief world where we indulge in sin,
till all thoughts cease and we imbibe love agape.
On befriending silence, ego cravings fade,
whence transcending space-time, our eye now single,
as living light, in nectar of love we wade,
heart delighting as bliss pheromones mingle.
Resting as pure consciousness unmanifest,
before the emanation of heart’s intent,
we mirror God’s heartbeat, by Whom we are blessed,
as wisdom of the sages makes its advent.
all I have to say
too many Cry's in the world
too many complaines on the lip
of many
too many confusion home and abroad
not even intelligent human
could help our miseries
in the days of trial and errors
we only get more deeper
in illusion
pretending with the manipulation
that the world is our
I see a lot
and all I have to say is
we need love
that is the only remedy to our worries
all I have to say
too man beautiful mansion
of churches in the midst
of too many poor hungry
tenth
churches build by same poor
people living in tenth around it
I wonder if God was to be seen
clearly in such a manner
what will be my prayer
so all I have to say is
the illusion of extortion
In the name of God is a crime
against humanity and God
all I have to say
I have a lot to say
but I can't say too much
for all I say had already
been said before in a different
way yet the world remains dormant
but the truth still stands
and all I have to say is
we need love
Loving is to through a pebble into the sea
and the ripple become a wave
to plant a seed
and it become a tree
to cook a meal
and it become a feast
to build a house
and it become a home
to shine a light
and it become a beacon
to speak a name
and it impart trust
to see what lies benieth
what is seen on the surface
to hear the secrets
of the heart being told
to touch and give
comfort to a human being
to feel empathy instead
of sympathy in time of need
to let love be measured
by decades and deeds
where words are the least
of expressions of these
but summerize the tears, fears
and tongue of our God
a relationship with both
mate and Diety we laud
with works and prayers
love is more than words
it is the path we trod
love is a blanket
covered to keep warm
love is a needle
sewing socks while a fire burns
love is waking
before the break of dawn
love is baking and taking out
before it burns
love is a love note
found
during the day
love is thought
finding words to say
love is sometimes saying
"You can have it your way"
and love is duality in saying
"Lord give US this day"
where hell and high water
have no say
a sacred trust
in giving time away
love is forgiving all that
is abroad
love is not giving
that which belongs
to God
the only place to find this love
it is the place we call heaven
up high above
the pillow he lies on
is occupied.
when his form stirs,
i am likewise aroused.
our sheets sacred
silhouettes,
our shared blanket -
molds and drapes,
like a greek toga.
our shared yawns
draw a chuckle
before dawn.
warmness of
our marriage bed,
oneness of
entwined ivy vines.
we are kindling,
fueled by memories,
experiences,
where we have grown -
through highs and lows.
like fitful sleep -
tossing and turning,
tears on twin pillows,
transforms coal
into diamonds
of contentment and peace,
harmony and love.
oh so close!
so trusted!
so bonded!
lip-locked in love
Kim Rodrigues ©2017