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I have great admiration for the people who labors
Whether it’s labor in love
In deeds
In loving kindness
Or in everyday mundane things
Did you know that your deeds are not gone unnoticed?
Whether to be noticed by me, ha
Or others
Or God, yeah!
That’s the person you want to notice the most
He is up there watching you
Yes!
He is seeing everything you do
Every little risqué that you take
For that special someone
For that not seeing again stranger
Everything you do is accounted for
To the last penny
As what they say
Do you want your work to count
For eternity?
Then do my friend
And don’t be wary in your hard doing
Don’t pay any thoughts
In whether you will be benefited
You will be
Make no doubt about it
The labor that you sowed
Will water you
And grow you in His loving kindness
God is needing His laborers
Whether at the least unexpected place or in your back yard
Or on your neighbor’s porch
Share a word of kindness
Say a random thing
Or do the unexpected
You have a mind to do
What you want to do
So why not use it
To do what you want?
Hey wouldn’t you want to talk to that person
To find out about him/her?
Where is your curiosity?
You may learn something new
In the process you may learn something
About yourself
So you actually do yourself a favor
To get out of your confinement
And fly
So do okay?
You won’t regret it
The cancer in my head
Patently obviously
Is ever so slowly
Taking over
Me
Day bye day
So here's to you
Al Parkinson
My imaginary childhood friend
Who as a single child
I could truly count on
And kept me company
Way back then
For kindly taking the time to revisit
Me once again
As you are the only one
Through all and everything
I have been put through and endured
Has never once left me on my own
Stayed ever present at my side
Till this very present moment
Where we find ourselves now
Quivering trembling in fear
And as old as you are now in terms of age
Reverting deeply back to whence upon
You were a child yourself
Trapped seemingly unable to escape
The confinement of inside your head
Praying endlessly for nothing less or more
Than when someone
Most
Especially
A close loved one enquires
Can you remember
Do you in fact know
Who you are
Or I am
Why can't I be free?
I never would have imagined that this would be me.
To be stuck in a house, can't walk on my feet.
Locked doors, sticky notes are everywhere for me to read.
Why can't I be free?
My mind has started shutting down; it's feeling like a catastrophe.
I'm getting mad at myself because of these difficulties.
I can't even recognize my own family.
Why can't I be free?
When everyone is walking around except for me.
I can see everyone, but there's no memory.
Everybody I love is just a glare to me.
Why can't I be free?
I'm out here acting irrationally.
Solitary confinement, that's the place for me.
I'm stuck in a prison of my own reality.
Why can't I be free?
This disease has taken away my sanity.
No cure for it; it's not even a possibility.
I'm just going to fade away forever in eternity.
BECAUSE ALL I WANT TO DO IS BE FREE
BUT THERE IS NO MEMORY STARING BACK AT ME!!!
I am all that I can be
Yet, it doesn’t seem to be,
Enough for you
Or the rest of the world
I don’t seem to please you
Or even satisfy your needs
Yet, I’m still here, to my own surprise
And in my attempts to provide
I feel so ostracized
So isolated and so set aside
Yes, it hurts my pride
It’s hard to admit, but I’ve cried
Wept in confinement, because you were not my sanctuary-
Though you should have been
Then again, maybe I,
Put too much faith in you
Because clearly the only one on your mind is you
So I guess I’m the fool,
And you were smart as hell,
Because we were both in love,
But I was the only one that fell…
The eternal seaman
Coming from the sea, he stayed at a B/B hotel Churchill
near the railway station in Liverpool, a handy place for working women
to bring their customers, who would come home late
blaming overtime at the office.
At the hotel was the captain/lieutenant waiting for secondment,
he suspected the wait would take some time because the officer
had seen a blue angel In Hamburg,
The army officer was an expert on the railway system in Germany
why the army would like to know this in 1972
when they could buy a timetable, a leaflet that explained it all.
He, himself, was a seaman when tired of confinement on a ship
He paid off and spent his money in a small hotel, walking around
drinking beer and lunching at a Chinese café, usually a curry dish.
He was constrained by this lack of imagination.
Not that he was unsightly, women smiled at him
he smiled back
he walked on, not knowing what to do.
He had been a seaman all his life and never found his way home
his experience with women involved money, sex without any
emotional entanglement.
Nearing middle age, he, in the evening, drank with people who
meant nothing to him, like the deluded officer and his blue angel.
However, lately, he sensed dissatisfaction with his cozy life, like it
was ending or perhaps he would find his way back home.
“We look at spirit not at form
Our touch is gentle, kind and warm
We but reflect God’s love and light
‘Tis the path to which we conform” ~ Unseeking Seeker
I read the violet sparks
of untouchable lightning,
allowing the butterfly breeze
to wrap me in wet bliss,
tracing the afterglow
of compassionate consciousness,
where kindness has no motive,
where empathy holds the quill
to narrate and nurture
nature with nameless frequency,
like a tercet without a title ~
a sunset without an end,
woven with wild petals of wisdom,
for what is love without light,
what is wisdom without composure,
what is humanity without
healing hymns of the soul?
In silence, I feel your pulse,
the palpitation of profound passion,
the vibration of untamable truth,
and I remain ~ immersed in awe,
adrift in the amplitude
of absolute awareness,
of what breathes between
rising fire and water,
like an estuary that escapes
the evilness of angst
by holding the ripples of rivers
and streaming sapphires
of salt-kissed serenity…
But must I name the throb
that aches with the weight of peace?
There is no form, no label,
no letter, no ink,
no colour, no cadence
to spell what spills
from the spirit of starlight ~
when love resides on the chalice
of the third eye,
intuitively engrossed
in the essence of clarity,
unclothing the chakras
to reveal the pining purity
of faith beyond form,
as the Almighty synchronizes
the inner motif of mindfulness,
merging the mystery
of surrendered sacredness,
where ego has no home,
and manipulative monsoons
cannot erase the awakened
flame of blazing dawn…
O beloved soul searcher
seeking timeless tranquility
in sunflower stillness,
listen to the unspoken ~
you and I, we know
the scented skin
of roses and revelation,
the kingdom of unseen reality,
guarded with illuminated epiphanies,
and in muteness we muse,
transforming to an ethereal realm
where heaven is closer
than the air that touches
the holy shivers of electric scriptures,
written from the lotus aura
of an ageless utopia ~
forgive my need
for cosmic confinement,
‘Tis the path to which we conform...
The emptiness felt inside remains that morbid and lugubrious void
and it's different from the one shown outside, not allowing tears
or sorrow of any kind to become a silent cry only heard
by that one stumbling upon the revelation of pitiful emotions
not echoed as a free voice vibrating with exciting moods,
but resembles a butterfly that lands on jasmines and roses sipping
the aromatic pollen to make more flowers grow in lively spring!
The emptiness felt inside creates an unwillingness
to emerge from the allusive perception of confinement,
of ever being free again and breathe contentment;
more courage is needed to break down those walls
of isolation and joyfully run where sunshine reigns,
where one believes that being happy is everybody's right!
The emptiness felt inside robs everyone of that sacredness
given to us by the Creator Himself; it's a promise that holds
joy and eradicates despair from thoughts unable of liberating themselves;
whenever we are caught in a terrifying storm, we should rely on prayers!
The emptiness felt inside is the forethought of unpleasantness,
of bitterness never tasted confronting life by ourselves,
and being fortified by hope it can help us face more unexpected challenges;
if roads are long and travails are hard, we mustn't give in to hopelessness!
Newton's Laws of Motion
First Law (Inertia): An object at rest stays at rest, and an object in motion stays in motion unless acted upon by an external force.
Law of Thermodynamics
Second Law: Entropy, a measure of disorder, always increases in a closed system.
I yearn to taste pine and cinnamon,
dripping from the skyline, like sunsets amidst roaring rain,
and gloaming gold before surging storms.
I am a confined mermaid, aching to kiss the rose-wine beams of your dulcet dusk ~ peering through the glass of an aquamarine aquarium,
afraid to break this lethargic prison,
comfortably paralyzed in its familiar coldness.
But would a captive heart cradle anything
beyond the friction
that homes the weight of woes and nothingness?
For between the mass of caged dreams
and the air of resistance,
I find no force of hope to reignite
the waning spark within my soul.
And I ponder: would Luna’s compass
guide a procrastinating poet to rhyme,
pulled by the gravitational prompt,
like spring tides facing the parallel phase
of the sun and moon,
engrossed in a magnetic field of mutual adoration?
Or am I to forever breathe within this motionless existence,
drowning in an abyss of aimless waves,
adrift in the ricocheting rhythm
of stagnant steel
and salt-drenched equilibrium?
As thoughts spiral in cacophonous stillness,
like a marine carousel.
I am ~
a paused silhouette;
a museless slave to timeless angst~
watching the accelerated heat of unstoppable ink~
soar above my sea of silenced sapphires,
as I remain lost in the warmth of permafrost peace,
trapped in the numbness of nirvana.
Perhaps someday, the currents within
this aquatic confinement
will pierce through the icy enclosure ~
to steer me to an oasis
where freedom flows in bluest frequencies.
So Often Ignored
Nannies know little of color
White holding favor by 5th Ave employers
Barons and Baronesses of means
Gazing from insulated windows on high
As infant guardian merges blanketed carriage and job
Into daily Central Park realities
Inquisitive bundled baby stares
Starched guardian
Folded like a napkin atop the park bench
Idles her time with smartphone pressed to ear
Caressing air-born voices
To soften dreams
Rigid as the armor-hardened uniform
She wears
Mittened hands strain with curiosity
As sweatered pit bull puppy
Strains at leash
Infant eyes tear of confinement
Duty and resolve tethers canine away
Both wondering in infantile language
Must naïve curiosity always remain separated
Why so much fearful exposure
Engendering further fear
Made to keep separate
Connections intended
From eight stories up on the avenue
Binoculared eyes and iphoned voice
Remind Nanny to place baby's reaching hands
Beneath angora blanket
Protect
Protect
The puppy sniffs another moment
Nannie pockets smart phone
Gathers responsibility
Wheels away doleful innocence
Master jerks leash
Ever mindful of misunderstanding
Suddenly...
The simple language
Pant
Lick
Smile
Giggle
Contact
Becomes one's early experience
Cautioning of query's risk
Onlookers duck heads
Perhaps conscious
Acknowledgment might create fatal pause
Thus
Retreating ignorance by observers
Becomes a "through a glass darkly" for innocents
Risking perhaps forever embedded distrust
As the child with smiles
A puppy with out-of-control-tail swag
Separate
Unrequited love
Becomes just another vanishing moment
For disquieted hearts
Simple lessons of oneness
So often ignored
Article 108: Military Property of the United States—Loss, Damage, Destruction
This article applies when a service member damages or destroys military property, which includes government-owned barracks and family housing. The charges depend on the intent and value of the damage.
Negligent damage: If the destruction was the result of a service member's negligence, they can face confinement, forfeiture of pay, or a bad conduct discharge, depending on the value of the damage.
Willful damage: For intentional damage, such as vandalism, the maximum punishment is more severe and could include a dishonorable discharge and up to 10 years of confinement for damage over $1,000.
Representative Brownley
In the conclusion of military members by family are we concluded further by this article?