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Two people cannot see the same way but they can teach
One another their ways. One gives up body and soul
To follow the flow of the historical woman until
He can close his eyes and glide through mountains effortlessly.
He gives up earth and he gives up air, he gives up being touched
But he forgets to give up desiring to be touched. Then
One day the sun is hot or the moon is full, he desires
Uncontrollably to be touched and he flies smack
Into the mountain and never comes out the other side.
You live to prepare yourself to die. You leave behind
A wreck of strewn projects or a few icy pearls.
Incredibly you leave your voice behind saying
Over and over again the same words. You leave
Memories of yourself behind as pictures in the heads
Of people who wish you weren't dead or hadn't been alive.
They wash the pictorial body, shave it, comb your hair
The way they liked it best, cut a little here, add a little there,
Then easily, easily and kindly forget you.
Two hundred years later the wall crumbled and burned.
The ashes were spread logically across the plain,
A mathematical formula could describe the distribution.
The ashes were like seeds and from them
A thousand higher walls were made. It was lovely
To see those walls breathing imperceptibly
Shifting their glances so slowly as to go unnoticed
Behaving as if they were dead.
If I breathe, they breathe. If they are ash, so am I.
Having tried to separate myself and failed
I donate my body to science. The wall needs me
To breathe and hear. It gets my ears and lungs.
Trees need me to cast their night spells.
Are they asleep or are they dancing
A primitive fertility dance in the forest?
I choose trees because they can watch everything
From the distance of longevity.
To them I donate my soul.
Everything should be made of earth.
Earthen walls, earthen homes, earthen bodies, earthen sex.
Nothing should be made of air. Earth should inhale
And exhale air. Air should whip and caress earth.
Air should dry it out and crumble it. Earth.
Water should wet it and dissolve it. Earth.
What is the function of fire? Fire makes earth permanent
And then fire makes earth into air. Water
Makes earth into mud. Mud makes earth into homes.
Homes make earth into walls. Walls make the earth breathe.
Breathing makes the earth crumble. Crumbling
Makes the earth seed.
My GRANDFATHER loved to work. His schedule from 3 am till 6 pm we were farmers
-we is a lot of people who's here?- He asks.
-We Are.
With the scream of a Legendary fighter we all say "We Are" proudly looking at each other. The cows have a special meaning to WE,
They were Nurture to be Healthy and Beautiful and were a Legendary Hobby after 6 meaning that they Shine, than won all trophy's for strength beauty and behaving. Cerneja was an Imperatriz, temperamental, always ready to fight for her kingdom. Here comes the one of many risk-free situations in a natural site in the Vasdos the the Luso-Amazonia between 4 cows and dozens of Bovidae mammals, sheep and goats included, and with Cerneja out of control trying (have done before) to sacrifice an innocent well nurtured and less beautiful for Cer-kingdom standards and a solution. From HIS 2 meters of an well balanced body structure holding a horn push and propelling with so much energy, Cer smash like a meteor to the floor over the farmers and Farmer and Animal kingdom stupefaction and our daze (the best,the Queen "Cerneja" almost a myth "and what about the empire-we thought". The kingdom always goes on.
Replaced Cer was sold for good money divided between the two owners (some animals like most of the land had more than one owner). The chirurgical eye of my HEART was so right and we were so wrong that Cer killed the unfortunate brand new owner and was given to the local slaughter house for THE FARMER unhappiness our dejection and all the WOMEN in the house joy In killing one of us instead one of others and Cerneja was evil-
What stays is GULLIVER well tied to a chair by dwarves (in any pattern out of NBA tallest) while naptime warding off a fly and waking up smiling and feigning stretching the tight ropes
-It's time to work
Farmers pay back with the same coin to each other-WORK- And money comes from selling shared properties animals and milk.
Sharing HERO type of stories always with coffee, good food and wine I was always involved in the exchange and legendary people are generally anonymous - in this particular that's not true for the heroism and courage stories but still will continue anonymous. Thank You For the Kindness and Patience and I hope You continue to Produce Alike because What We Got, Get For Free We Give Back For Free, Right!
Right or Wrong?
Nestled high on a tree top..
Inside my tree house..
High upon a hill..
Away from civilization
Away from the restraints of society..
A society in which is corrupt at times..
A society in which life is only a matrix of robotic forms.
Robotics exist as such..
As do humans that function in their own reality matrix as machine..
Men and women believe they must contribute to this society ..
Only as a business transaction..
A business transaction in the reality matrix ..
That one's life is only based on survival mode..
One must switch a lever to always remain in survival mode..
One's life isn't for living..
One's life is for survival..
An intertia of survival mode..
Maintains a narrow view of the matrix on the whole..
Narrow version of robotic forms it is..
Men, women, and machines..
Humans behaving as robotics.
Robotics behaving as humans..
A society in which conditions one's mind..
A conditioning of a mind..
In which will allow one to believe, we are a mere tiny speck of dust..
That lies in this massive universe..
Just a meaningless speck of dust..
A speck of dust in the wind..
Wind blows..
A speck of dust evaporates
slowly but surely..
No longer in existence
A meaningless life..
Filled with only a value of what one can donate to the society..
With much blood, sweat and tears..
We pay dearly for contributing to the society..
The reality matrix of robotic forms..
One cannot hear
One cannot listen..
One can only do..
As society instructs..
On the whole..
The reality matrix is extremely meaningful..
One's life is indeed worth living..
One's life isn't based only on survival mode..
So here I am nestled high on a tree top..
As I enjoy my lovely tree house..
High upon a hill..
Peaceful in every which way..
Serenty is priceless..
Joy is priceless..
Love is priceless..
As I breathe the fresh air of life..
As I glance at my luscious sorroundings..
Consisted of nature and greenery..
A greenery that seems velvet..
Velvet greenery by day..
Shimmering moon by night..
A glistening starry night..
Only the illumination of the moon and the stars..
I feel gratitude..
Gracious I feel..
As i am divine..
Divinity speaks to me..
And I hear..
And I listen..
Here high upon a hill..
In my lovely tree house..
Away from the matrix of robotic forms..
' Angel does not appear from heaven but comes to rescue in guise of stranger or associate
lending a helping hand.'. ....Poet.
When my older daughter got established abroad,
younger one left for higher studies.
At that stage
worst critical situations arose blocking my journey of life,
My friend’s brother stood beside like an angel.
He protected me acting as a strong shield
behaving like my own brother lending a helping hand
Both daughters were far away from me.
He turned my own sibling snatching full affection.
Owning theater-group he was an amateur actor.
Local auditorium was booked for whole week show.
He valued my comments as a precious advisor and offered
me season ticket for all the scheduled shows.
On the last evening I reached the auditorium.
It was completely closed without any trace of light.
I was not informed of sudden change of the programme
Gate -Keeper declared’ At late night he passed away
on massive heart attack'.
It seemed to me I could collapse and almost to faint.
Just last evening, I watched his cheerful comedy.
His apartment was only ten minutes walking from my house.
About this terrible tragedy none informed me.
I rushed to meet his ninety years old mother.
He was the youngest and most lovable son.
Heart attack syndrome was detected last night.
Doctor failed, nothing worked.
Ten years old son and young wife were left behind.
My Angel appeared when I was extremely distressed.
Now he stays alive in my mind only to mourn :
No solace , so hard to accept, he is no more.
Colors of my life had been erased displaying
dull pale torn canvas.
The young couple was about to have a baby so they thought it would be nice to sit down with his grandpa and ask for some advice.
“What can I tell you about raising children?” He said. “About helping them to grow. I guess the first thing would be to be prepared for all the things you do not know.”
“I will tell you raising children can be messy…you’ll be joining an exclusive group…who wonder how something so delicate and pure can keep filling up with so much poop”
“I will tell you raising children never stops…it will last your whole life long…that sometimes you will do things right…other times you’ll do them wrong.”
“How some days it will seem so hard…other days like a piece of cake and the best that you can hope for is to learn from your mistakes.”
“Sometimes you’ll wonder, ‘What was I thinking entering into parenthood…when your children are acting up or not behaving the way they should.
“Other times love oozes out of you…it’s something you can’t hide…those days when all is running smoothly…when you can sit back and enjoy the ride.
“Around the time you’re feeling comfortable…when “We got this! you exclaim…your second child arrives and you realize…no two children are the same.
Your parenting confidence takes a hit…you can throw out all those lessons your first child taught……You’ll find some of the things you learned will work…but most of them…will not
“You’ll worry as they sleep at night…you’ll worry when they crawl…and when they start to walk…you’ll worry they will fall.”
“As they grow it’s not so much their falling that will cause the uneasiness in you…it’s knowing you won’t always be there to catch them when they do.”
“Since there is no universal guidebook for raising children…I think the best thing you can do…is to realize while you are raising them…they are also raising you.
And when your children have all grown…the house is silent…but your memories are loud…you will smile thinking…hoping…that you did each other proud.
You will remember all those moments….all those times you worried…all those times you laughed and cried…and marvel at how after all these years you still have so much love inside.
You’ll look back on the life you’ve lived…
remembering all the love…and then
You’ll smile wishing you could go back in time…
and do it all again.”
There’s a party tonight so I bouffe up my hair
Pamper and powder my sweet derrière,
Arrive at the door, all done up to impress.....
Oh man, I forgot! Invite said “fancy dress”!
Pete and Sue are here, seems their theme’s ‘Tarts and Vicars’,
Sue’s skirt’s microscopic! Look at her tiny knickers!
Pete’s in a nun’s habit; the image is scary,
I’ve not seen a nun with a chin that’s THAT hairy!
And there’s Spider-Man! (although I’m perfectly certain,
His cape is made out of his living room curtain),
His curve-hugging costume’s quite “cosy” in size,
I think our friend Spidey gobbled too many flies!
In the corner, a lady has come as Snow White,
Gee, her bosoms are out there, her corset’s so tight,
They look like two bald heads squeezed into a sack,
Glad my hubby’s not here - he’d have a heart attack!
In the hallway, a robot is looking well-oiled -
Her costume’s made out of three rolls of tin foil,
She looks more like a turkey at Christmas, so later,
I really hope no one is tempted to baste her!
By the buffet, Fred Flintstone is looking contrite,
I think he and Wilma are having a fight,
Behaving all “caveman” has got Fred in trouble -
He showed his big man-club to poor Betty Rubble!
There’s a massive man-baby dressed just in a nappy,
The “milk” in his bottle has made him quite happy,
He’s shaking his tooshie and sucking his dummy,
And asking a lady, “can I call you Mummy?”
On the sofa is Princess Fiona from Shrek,
Blimey, Count Dracula’s nibbling her neck,
I avert my eyes to avoid his rising passion,
In walks his wife, and his face turns quite ashen.
His irate wife’s dressed up as pop singer Cher,
In her see through outfit she looks almost bare,
Then she lays into Drac just like Rocky Balboa -
She’s drunk as I skunk, I’m relieved I don’t know her!
Suddenly, Batman bursts through the door,
In his skintight costume - my jaw hits the floor!
He’s so muscular - bulges in all the right places,
If I play my cards right, could be me he embraces!
Well sadly I haven’t a costume of course,
Til I spot a young chappie dressed up as a horse,
I leap on his back - I’m a great improviser -
Strip off and shout “Hey I’m Lady Godiva!”
Collaboration between Jan Allison and the amazing Nina Parmenter
3/17/18
Truth Hurts but Sets You Free
I have no ounce for your feelings,
they misguide you so.
They throw you on a rollercoaster,
they shift your position to and fro.
One moment you are up,
and the next you are down,
you are acting like a yo-yo,
behaving like a clown.
You begin to yell and shout,
thinking you are justified.
You turn yourself into a public spectacle.
with every outrage, you die deep inside.
You have no idea the hurt you cause
when it is discipline that you need.
You hate what it is I say,
accusing me of being mean.
But truth be told, it is truth, you hate,
because it means you lose control.
Reality conflicts with the lies you believe,
and quite frankly, your gaslighting is getting old.
I understand you were led down a broken road.
And a paddle to the saddle you never had.
Truth and God are now your parents,
and that fact is making you mad.
But wake up, you spoiled brat,
see all that surrounds you die.
You live in a great hypocrisy,
because what you believe are all lies.
You cannot fight racism with racism.
You cannot hate men and call that love.
You cannot support women with feminism
when it’s a man you defend,
… parading as an imaginary female dove.
You cannot be for the environment
when you commit the same “crimes” you accuse “them all.”
You cannot be a vegetarian
unless you reject it all.
So, let’s be honest now, you are vain, spoiled, and angry.
and that is no way to truly live.
Jesus is who you reject,
because condemnation is all you give.
Jesus did not come for that;
he came to forgive every sin.
He died so you can live.
Now allow “love your brother” to begin.
Stop fighting and all your mischief.
Stop acting like a spoiled brat.
Start living like you preach.
Stop behaving like a rat.
Humble yourself, and in Him have faith.
Learn to live and how to forgive,
and follow His every command.
Only then you’ll stop your killing,
and with joy, truly live.
It is time for the people of the world, to stop pursuing the World,
start reading the Bible, and live a lawful, and faithful life.
Raise your boys to be men of great faith.
Raise your girls to be ladies of great faith.
And this world will be a better place.
by Martin Braun
August 1, 2023
"Remove all shackles that take away your bliss. Enjoy a blissful life " Quote by author
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Following innumerable rules,
A life of bondage we live
Copying others, trying to be same
Scared what others may think
We never lead life our way
Dressing up to please others
In our best behaviour to impress
Wanting to prove we are the best
We literally live for others
Our real self hidden behind a facade
Without a thought about its feelings
Egoistic humans still criticize us
Is it worth it? Why not be true?
Rip the rules that bind
Rip the fears that make you timid
Use your brain and live sensibly
Pave way for a much-needed change
Still a kid at heart, behaving like an adult
Wanting to cry, controlling emotions
Dressing up for society, not as per comfort
Whole life is a saga of falsehood
Our happiness and peace long forgotten
Our opinions crushed daily dying within
How perfectly we copy others
Determines our success in life
Blindly following what parents told
Without thinking why we should do
Afraid of being a laughing stock
We lead an unintelligent life
Why not be your true self
Live for your inner bliss
Same inside out, no masking
Am sure many would follow
All are stifled from within
Wanting a solution but scared
Why not be brave and lead
Many would be thankful to you
Look at animals, no rules to obey
They live for self not for others
Enjoying every moment of existence
Much we can learn from surround
Our life is short, anytime it can end
Still we bother so much about world
Scriptures say we are not body but soul
We just don't bother to find out more
A puppet to senses and world
Is this right way of living?
So many things that we need to rip
To see the truth and be truthful
We have to tear the illusion that we are body
We need to tear our egoistic tendencies
Tear all our desires that rob us of our peace
See soul, live for soul and God and inner joy.
27.06.2021
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Bhagvad Gita 2.11: The Supreme Lord said: While you speak words of wisdom, you are mourning for that which is not worthy of grief. The wise lament neither for the living nor for the dead.
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I’ve learned that no matter how hard life seems there’s always something to be learned from the negative experiences in the end.
I’ve learned that you never really know someone until you’ve lived with them.
I’ve learned that just because someone says they care for you doesn’t necessarily make them your friend.
I’ve learned that you can’t make someone love you no matter how much you care for them.
I’ve learned that it’s okay to be alone just as long as you’re not lonely to the point of having suicidal tendencies.
I’ve learned that you alone can define your destiny.
I’m learning to accept others as they are and to live my life in deep humility.
I’m learning to forgive others who have offended me no matter how much the situation infuriates me.
And of course I’ll never forget what they did to me,
But at least we can be civil to each other and exist harmoniously.
I’m learning that procrastination is unacceptable and that with my life I need to be more responsible.
I’ve learned that common sense is not something that everyone has.
And I’m learning to stop behaving as if my patience and nerves are made of thinly paned glass.
I’ve learned to take everything to God in prayer.
And I’ve learned to be patient and wait for His answers because I know for me He cares.
I’m trying to forgive my father for the times he should have been there.
He’ll never know how his negligence showed me how much he really cared.
I’m learning how to write my expressive thoughts down.
Now my frustrations don’t build up so much and they’re no longer weighing on my heart now.
I’ve learned that life can sometimes be as hard as we make it.
And I’m learning that people can really get under my skin and sometimes I just have to swallow my pride and take it.
And that doesn’t make me a punk at all.
It just reinforces my faith in God cause I know He’ll be there for me when I stumble or fall.
I’m learning how to be a better daughter and sister.
Even though my mom and Courtney don’t know, there are times when I really do miss them.
I’m learning to accept that my family has issues and that they are not perfect.
And when they do and say hateful things to each other to not even indulge it.
Life’s short but the journey is long.
God still has plenty more lessons for me to learn.
March 18 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 17-20
Key Verse– 1Samuel 13:37 David said moreover, The LORD that delivered me out of the paw of the lion, and out of the paw of the bear, he will deliver me out of the hand of this Philistine. And Saul said unto David, Go, and the LORD be with thee.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY DELIVERANCE CHAMPION
Lord God, You are my deliverance Champion
Who prevails against my pride
Thank You for rebuking me in engaging in worldly ride
Forgive me not following You with holy stride…
I draw near to You; in Your presence I abide.
Lord God, You are my deliverance Champion
Who purges my heart’s haughtiness
Thank You for securing me in Your gentle kindness
Forgive me not pursuing after Your righteousness…
I obey You; privileged to serve You with willingness.
Lord God, You are my deliverance Champion
Who protects my soul by Your loving
Thank You for correcting me of my vanity-craving
Forgive me not behaving wisely along divine striving…
I delight in You; dependent to You for my spiritual thriving.
Lord God, You are my deliverance Champion
Who purifies my faith in Your testing light
Thank You for illumining me about truths’ insight
Forgive me not praying with sincerity’s height…
I rejoice in You; clinging serenely to Your heart, closely tight.
Lord God, You are my deliverance Champion
Who presents my work wrought in Your hand
Thank You for allowing me to abound in Your ministry by Your command
Forgive me not fleeing from slothfulness toward diligence-stand…
I come to You; yielding to Your life-transformation that’s heavenly grand.
Lord God, You are my deliverance Champion
Who pacifies my mind, cleansed from iniquity
Thank You for granting me pardon for my sin-confession by Your grace-verity
Forgive me not claiming Your assurance of security whenever I’m guilty…
I hide in You; trusting Your guidance toward peaceful safety.
Lord God, You are my deliverance Champion
Who pours unto me Your favour
Thank You for upholding me in my faithful stewardship-endeavour
Forgive me not complying to You with my best commitment-fervour…
I cleave to You; blessed to enjoy doing Your perfect will of compassion-savour.
March 18, 2023