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A memory is like a rock in the river
The longer it drifts the smaller it gets
Possibly distorted by the waves
Like a memory over the course of time
It gets whittled down and fades
And eventually you wonder if you just made it up
But perhaps the idea is greater than truth
To say we need the idea is perhaps an understatement
To cling to some ancient ideals
The way a man might cling to a fading memory
Even as it drifts down the river being whittled away
Perhaps then that rock is something more
Not just a memory or something to cling to
But a living embodiment of all we stood for
Perhaps the rock drifting down the river
Slowly being whittled away by the rushing water
Is the rock we call the American Dream
And the longer it drifts down the river
The more the American Dream gets whittled away
We start to wonder if it was ever truly there
Or if it was ever what we truly stood for
Perhaps it was merely a grand illusion
A facade in memory that we repeated enough
Thinking that through repetition a lie becomes a truth
That, no, there was an American Dream
An American dream we fought desperately to save
That the consternation we suddenly felt would fade over time
And we'd all go back to holding hands
And dancing through the river with joined arms
Singing about the good old days
Because over time the memory became smaller
It faded as it traveled through the river
And we replaced the missing pieces with prettied lies
For when that rock finally settles on dry land
It's not the same pretty rock we all saw in our minds
It's an ugly and pathetic little thing ravaged by time
Ravaged by the river of people who sullied it
Though it was never righteous to begin with
The American Dream is simply that, a dream
It's something we sleep with at night to keep us cozy
To help us get through the harsh reality
That much like the ugly rock that went through the river
Our nation has become that very rock
We're painting America with pretty lies
Because the truth is ugly
Perhaps the lie is greater than truth
And eventually wonder if the truth was ever a truth
As it got whittled down over time and faded
Like a memory over the course of time
Definitely distorted by waves
The longer it drifted the smaller it got
The American Dream is a fading rock in the river
Most hosts set out the good liquor until their guests starting getting drunk
and then they commence to serving the watered down and inferior junk
but when Jesus turned that sacred water into a fine wine
the guests remarked to the host, "you saved the best for last this time"
As a child I heard one of the last speeches of Dr. Martin Luther King
It went simply by the title of "I Have a Dream"
I was too young to comprehend that a historical moment had passed
but somehow I knew that Dr. King has saved the best for last
Over the course of time God sent many prophets, rulers and kings
to deliver His "Good News" and explain to the people what it means
from Abraham to Isaac, from Jeremiah to Malachi
all men sent to give us the Word from the Kingdom up on high
from Solomon to David to Daniel in the lion's den
God realized that He could not rely on the words coming from mere men
The Holy Spirit then descended on Mary and the die had been cast
when He finally sent His earthly son, Jesus of Christ at last
God needed a sinless soul to help mankind understand
that the Word of God is the ultimate life living plan
God needed an open mind to relate the parables and the stories
that in order to reach the Kingdom you must learn to give God all the glory
God needed a pure heart to demonstrate true compassion and care
and communicate to mankind that loving each other will draw Him near
and after all was said and done when the Son of Man did pass
we have finally come to realize that God saved the best for last
for God will shake you up
in order to wake you up
God will knock you down
in order to turn you around
He will put you in a place
where you will see the power of his grace
Jesus of Nazareth was God's only begotten son
His life and death was the sacrifice so that the victory could be won
He was the last messenger sent to give us God's gospel
He was that perfect being sent to do the impossible
He was a miracle maker and a spiritual awaker
His life and purpose for being was to offer mankind salvation
His mission was for God and mankind to have reconciliation
His death a crucifixion, an assassination, the ultimate and final task
and like Dr. King, the Lord God knew to save the best for last
Knowledge, the giant tree
The shapeless mighty
None can see,
None can cut
Only can learn, acquire
by following previous wise someone
or contemplation on every part of nature
I born to come
To this giant amorphous tree
Powerful its roots, trunks, crowns
(branches, twigs, leaves, flowers, fruits, flowers, winds, shadows)
(though I don't see but can imagine sure)
Sometimes I think
I understand the knowledge
But I find me standing under the shadow of the tree;
But chariot of time proves me
my under-standing is wrong,
Because, the shadow of the knowledge tree
becomes disappear
O' it's MIS-UNDER-STANDING!
(The projecting scorching sunlight and stormy rain
destroy my peaceful place!)
Sometimes I think
I understand the knowledge truly
I find me exact standing beside the trunk of the tree
But chariot of time proves me
my under-standing is selfish, allows only my intuitions;
Because Under Standing of the knowledge tree
becomes only for me and my follower literally
though there are many under-standers
The projecting stormy rain
destroys my peaceful place and unity
Sometimes I realize
I need to obtain this tree fully
When I go to get hold of this then cut it to build a palace
And I find easily through the all times
the palace by this mighty giant tree allows all
without any single division, thorny fence;
unites all without any fabrication, hindrance
True knowledge does not know divisions, shows the path of unity
Where each for others opens the door of sympathy
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NOTE:-
Sometimes we think we are near to knowledge but this nearing is like the standing under the shadow of the tree, it's Mis-Under-Standing ofknowledge but the time proves it wrong because the shadow becomes disappear by the course of time chariot;
Understanding of knowledge is like standing under the trunk of the tree but sometimes this under-standing becomes selfish for not allowing others positions (understanding)
Knowledge is knowledge; need full realizations, knowledge does not know divisions, if we built a home by the knowledge tree it really gives a great unity for all
-Friday, July 26, 2019 Chattogram
tender petsmart impact, where world wide web populated
with sacrificial pacification sans deity
via oblation, immolation, flagellation appeasing Dominatrix
borrow wing, vis a vis amalgamated viz Roman sol invictus
wrought fiery brimstone tempting those who dared
assert contrary fledgling jambalaya outlook
provoking regally supreme sacerdotal wiseman
punishing opposing incorporating
novel modus operandi explaining sacrilegious worship
such heretics pitched headlong
into fiendish frothing furnace
forcing obeisance toward primitive popular
identified, honored, glorified father figure
expressing devotion re:
decking the halls of the mountain king,
whence boughs of Juniper sprigs contriving wreaths
sanctifying twisted brambles via sprinkling angel dust
(actually cremated remains of malefactors
stripped of habiliments) during bleak winter
unwittingly interweaving nascent (futuristic)
formally codified bona fied religions
unknowingly, tacitly, silently rendering
quintessential premises obliging
layperson to foreswear locally rooted secular treatises
trounced, trumpeted unction voided
wishy washy antithetical blind faith coalescing edicts
over course of time became established
Greco-Roman imposed group think
disallowing cynics,
diametrically emerging fanatics, skeptics
who (if he/she did not recant
recalcitrant recommended recourse
faced torture amidst throng of madding crowd
as entertainment and forewarning gall
asper those who held steadfast dissimilar views
taught since birth, when citizenry reared
as just a little drummer boy/ girl pipsqueak
taught to stay the course (sans straight and true)
bound without freedom to express contrary aspects
of ways and whyfores, which accepted traditions
controlled each green day
and silent night, wherefore unimaginable ogres
lined straying hip cats
eventually ensnared within warpath,
whence law of the land lend scimitar to smite
any mortal man, woman or child with flaming torches
licking the heretical body electric,
while defiant individuals
left to burn into decimated
charcoal blackened, ashen corpse.
Line of inquiry:
“Yes, I affirm, I have seen God
But He appeared and then disappeared
This knowing that transcends mind, left me awed
But until what’s imbibed is assimilated, by fears I’m seared”
Once I felt the power of God
It seeped into me like lightning,
Illumining the track it traversed
It settled somewhere down,
Within the vibrations of light and sound.
In my heart a delectable music swelled.
My life was deluged with song.
His guiding light led me through devious paths.
When was it that I lost connection with that power?
It happened gradually without my knowing
In course of time, it got veiled and eclipsed,
By the darkness of worldly desires.
I was caught in life’s swift current.
Wishing to stay afloat, l drifted,
Into the midst of peripheral comforts,
Like one chasing the deceiving mirage of the desert
My ego bloated like a balloon
I walked on stilts that I forgot the feel of my feet
I felt the stream of love narrowing into a trickle
And then drying out completely.
I was busy making money
In my mad rush after power and pelf,
I threw my values to the wind
Soon storms began raging into my life.
I was befriending gnawing anxieties and strangulating fears.
My dreams shattered like glassware
My world lost its rhythm and I lost my calm.
Life seemed to go on, leaving me behind
Never more I could endure the desolation
That hovered over my me like a dark shroud
Like a mother's despondency at the loss of her child,
An emptiness enveloped my spirit and being.
I knew it was not too late,
To recover all that I lost.
I decided to trace my steps backward,
And travel in reverse gear.
In all earnestness, I turned my downcast eyes heavenward
Soon I started breathing with greater ease
I began getting healed in love’s gentleness
Binding me to God through an unshakable bond
Like sunlight arching through the dark
Once more He came into my life to light my interiors
Now he resides within me, not at the periphery as earlier,
But deep down as a living power, changeless and timeless!
In the womb, I did what I could, and that was to live. It was not my choice . I
came not from my parents, whomever they might be and in whatever circumstances
and actions they may have taken to have me conceived.
I came not from them, but through them. They performed the actions.
A much higher power than they performed the miracle called life.
And so it was in the beginning of the miracle of my life.
I lived in the womb of a woman who also came through her parents; not from
them. We were three; the Miraculous Power, my mother and me ..in her womb.
When I was physically capable, I graduated from the womb. I was still
dependent on my parents and the Higher Power to sustain my life.
As I grew in age, size and ability, I was taught and trained to stand
on my own.
In the course of time as naturally happens,
I did so and continued to follow the natural course of humanity which
remembers parents that they came through but not the Power from which they
and he has come.
I stood on my own, made mistakes of every kind, melded with the world at large
and fell.
I hurt others as well as myself. The more I stood on my own and listened to this world,
the more I hurt myself and others in the name of standing on my
own. I donned a robe of false pride, cultivated from the soil of forgetting that I
came not from but through my parents and never was really“on my own”. The robe
was constantly being mended and tattered again by the worn out and frayed
thread of the “new enlightenment” world motto. “I deserve it. I’m worth it.” The great perpendicular pronoun, “ I ”. ..,the Trinitarian power, “ Me, Myself and I .”
Through the course of this seeming illusion called time that came .. for us, not
from us; I learned and continue to learn how to “stand for something”…..how
to “stand on my own”.
I have learned one must stand in degrees.
One must remember the Miraculous Power from whence he came.
I have learned that I must make this stand …on my knees.
A random chapter is being written on history’s page
Of the greatest war being fought in this age
This unique war isn’t against anyone
This battle is for survival of every person
Humanity has waged this war to see another day
To win the unusual war at home every person decided to stay
Weapons used were soap and water
Time was the essence of this matter
Where so many lives were being lost
Humanity was indeed paying for survival a hefty cost
And as the war grew intense
People were growing more and more tensed
Baring all the hope on their ordinary shoulders
To turn the tide began fighting these brave mighty soldiers
Common man became super-hero wearing gloves and masks
They courageously accepted any challenge and meticulously performed every task
When the end-game is over, and the chapter would be closed
A huge debt to them, this new world would owe
Indeed greatest miracles occur at the time of despair
What succeeded was indeed rare
Where staying apart was a must
In ad-mist of this calamity people started respecting life and building trust
People started becoming more empathetic
A bit more kind, a little more sympathetic
And as the war became deadlier
For their heroes fighting on the front-line, people clapped and cheered
For some time at least, the world became a better place
As many nations came together to tackle this case
And as the economy tumbled down
Various helping hands emerged to stop it from crashing into the ground
Slow and steady we’ll win this race
With each person fighting these battles at their own pace
And as the wavering faith is being restored
We’ve realized importance of the little things we used ignore
When we’ll flip to the book’s next page
Freedom would be found by imagination in this cage
New hobbies would be adopted, and old talents would be reacquainted
The passions would also bloom, which in the course of time had been neglected
As and when we’ll emerge victorious in this war
May be we would witness an improved world, left with a scar…
Thirty Five
At thirty five I am starting hear,
That old age will soon be here.
The wolf whistles,stares and male conversation,
Are now friendly comments and admiration.
"Don't you look good for someone your age!"
This compliment is all the rage.
Comments of beauty,intelligence and fine figure,
Have been replaced with "How's the kids?" and "Lovely weather."
In younger years,when all dressed up looking smart,
My husband would drool and nice compliments would start.
How proud he was to show me off to his mates,
But now no comment except "Hurry up we will be late."
The mirror shows signs of the years going by,
The wrinkles,blemishes and crows feet don't lie.
At thirty seven,my husband is now going bald,
"Distuinguished looking,"he says it is called.
In the companyy of attractive women my husband will flirt,
If only he knew how much it does hurt.
No more does he buy me presents or take me out on a date,
Instead on a Friday its down to the pub with his mates.
If I feel like this now at the age of thirty five,
What hope is there left,how will i survive.
As a mother,a Registered Nurse and a wife,
This combination has me speeding through life.
So how do I slow down the course of time?
Or learn to age gracefully,one day at a time.
The meaning of life is a question we all ask,
And everyone's here to complete some sort of task.
As depressed as I feel about growing old,
Stay healthy and active is the advice I've been told.
Take each day as it comes and try your best,
Advancing through life is the ultimate test.
A lesson to be learnt that is comparitively small,
Is if you can't say anything nice,say nothing at all.
Despite all the negative comments about appearance and age,
Each day is another chapter so just turn the page.
One day a handsome prince will come and take me away,
So I will sit here drinking coffee and begin to pray.
One hopes he will come and rescue me sometime soon,
Before the wrinkles set in and i resemble a prune!
.
As I look back over the course of Time,
considering the Octobers I've left BEHINE,
I am attracted by the reality of two TIMELINES.
There's the October in 1973 when my grandma passed.
She was the love of my life and I was DOUBTLESS the love of hers
and in retrospect, her passing signaled the end of something PRICELESS.
It would be a crime if I even once offered a PROTEST for being one unloved.
We were the apple of each other's EYES, and hers had taken to the SKIES.
For a LONG time, she was the one person through whose eyes I could do no WRONG, and to ponder such a relationship brings TEARS over such a lovely and precious one who gave me 24 YEARS of unending love and devotion.
There is also that second October of 1978 when I took to the roads heading WEST. If grandma's October was an ENDING, that '78 October would be my new BEGINNING. Grandma's October was one of mourning; the '78 October was one of excitement and anticipation. On the one hand, I was facing the unknown with a sense of abandonment; on the other hand, there was intrigue, suspense, adventure, but also there was a heart filled with high hopes of SUCCESS. It took me farther from my beginnings than I had ever been before, and it was DESTINED to keep me away longer from EVERYTHING to which I was familiar, and introduced me to an entirely new world, a massive cultural change, and a new normal for me. A new normal which I was, not to conform, but certainly adapt to.
Never before have I thought of October in these terms, but I must say that it is a beautiful recall upon which to rest my mind. O, the wonders of yesterday and the beauties to be formed in October. Only God can craft a pattern with such symmetry and orchestrate a life from beginning, in between, and the final, often allowing the twain to MEET. In a way, the very thought of such is both a TREAT and an October Surprise. How SWEET.
092820PSCtest, October, Regina McIntosh, Enclosed Rhyme
(Part 3 of 3)
Time Is A Power-Tool of The Great Timekeeper
Time Is Like A Sentinel For Its Sequence Seekers
No Matter Which Way We Search, Time Goes Farther & Deeper
We Can Learn From Time - For It Is Like Its Teacher
Yes, JAH Is The Teacher & Time Is The Test
Time Is At HIS Leisure, HE Decides 'When' It's Best
Time Is The Measure of HIS Everlasting Address
Time Is The Treasure In The KING of Eternity's Chest
Existence Is Time's House & We Are But Guests
Time Is The Grace Period All GOD's Creatures Requests
Time Is Constant Motion - Not Suspended While Souls Rests
So Will Time Ever End? No, It's Too Well Kept !
Time Is The Vestibule Wherein All Journeys Unite
Time Is A Vehicle That Will Soon Open & Invite
Even Mankind Says Time - Drives At 'The Speed of Light'
( and for once human beings got it absolutely right! )
"Let There Be Light" Genesis 1: 3 Recites
& It Took Billions of Years For That Past Just To Reach Us
Through The Course of Time - Time Swerved To Meet Us
We Miss A Piece of 'Time' - Each 'Time' We Close Our Eyes
We're A Part of Time, For We Came By Its Way of Designs
Time Is Just A Peek Into The Mirror of GOD
Time Is Just A Look To Fathom Where GOD Has Trod
Full Time Is A Peerless Sight - Glorious To Our Gaze
Now, Its Time To Open Our Eyes & Be Amazed !
Immortal, Always, Infinite, Indefinite, Ever After
Never, Oblivion, or No More of Life's Next Chapter
Patience, Waiting, Expecting, Now or Later
Alive, Exist, Eternal, Becoming & Greater
Onward, Eternal, Eternity, Everlasting, Forever
It's All A Matter of Time - All Together
... A Day, A Week, A Month ... A Year
A Decade, A Century, 'Til Millenniums Draw Near
A Phase, A Cycle, A Term, A Season
An Era, Epoch, Ages - They're All Time's Beacons
Yesterdays & Right Now & All Tomorrows Combined
GOD Answered: 'It Is All Only My Matters of Time
All - Only A Matter of Time
and All Only A Matter of Mine ...
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/9/2013
by: MoonBee Canady