Long Dismissing Poems
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Why am I missing you in Wyomissing
In Wyomissing where WiFi waves warp Whitman's words
I'm wiki-wishing scrolling through digitized déjà vu
Mississippi .mp3s Mississauga .gifs Missy Elliott remixes
Mishmash of missed misplaced hyperlinks missing persons
Y-chromosomes yearning in Wyomissing DNA double-helix twisting
Your LOLs a lyric lipslock softly #hissing history rewriting
From Issigeac to Missouri's twisted Twitter feed Insta-stories fleeting
Absence makes the heart grow fonder indeed™ (patent pending).
Persisting thoughts insistent as pop-up ads spam in the place where I lived
Roaming data plans streaming memes gone mad mad libs mad love
Enlisting Siri Alexa cosmic GPS Googling "how to forget ex"
To where your heart might choose to compress decompress or stay perplexed
In Wyomissing I sigh and I sit bit by bit byte by byte
Sky vast as the cloud no storage limit limit does not exist
Committing to journey's jumbled algorithm rhythmic logarithm
To find you love my heart's lost rhythm arrhythmia of the soul
Dismissing doubts like spam keep on insisting
Our love's a flame forever resisting
Extinguishing persisting through trials by fire(wall)
Never desisting crossing all area codes morse codes zip codes
Twisting paths and listless constellations celestial navigation
I'll travel far ignoring Terms & Conditions contractual obligations
Transmitting love my heart's submitting committing omitting
To find you no more words omitting remitting or permitting
So here I am in Wyomissing's embrace interface about-face
Memories of kisses a lingering trace copy-paste ctrl+z can't erase
From Mississippi to Issigeac's charm disarm false alarm
I'll roam the world semantics disarm semantic fields semantic yields
But as I search for truth's revelation information overload
A twist so dark beyond explanation quantum entanglement implodes
In my quest I find a terse text next perplexed hex
From you my love "New phone who dis" Dismissed missed kissed-off list.
In Wyomissing where dreams unravel travel advisory
I learned the truth your heart's new travel Marvel universe multiverse
My heart now shattered can't keep dismissing missing hissing
Y R U ghosting me in Wyomissing Existing in digital abyss sing
Y am I missing U in Wyomissing?
Failure is a weed that sprouts from unbelief,
Choking out the more desirable fruit of faith.
Marvel at how God weeds out unbelief:
The little girl's confidence in God's power,
The prophet's reliance on the supernatural.
Watch Ben-Hadad rely on his own natural ability,
Dismissing the little girl's and Naaman's hope.
"I will use the wealth stolen from the Israelites,
By the brilliant raids of my captain, Naaman,
And start more conflict with the king of Israel!"
And the evil one came and snatched away the seed.
Jehoram, Israel's king, relies on his own ability,
For he has already defected from God in his heart,
And dismisses any help from Yahweh's prophet.
"I cannot cure this man from his skin disease!
Ben-Hadad looks for an excuse to fight me!"
And without sufficient root, his belief withered.
Marvel at how God's plan unfolds:
"There is a prophet in Israel, send him to me!
This did not originate in the mere will of man!
Do not judge until God's purposes are complete!
This will not be just a physical cure!"
And God prepares some good soil in Naaman's heart.
What is the way of approach to ignorant Naaman?
The gods of Naaman will fall in this encounter.
God conceals His sovereign control by Design.
Naaman's proud spirit judges God's choices,
For it is Satan's last-ditch effort to thwart.
And sinners try to erect their own standards.
Man is not the cure for himself-
Expecting cleansing in accord with his dignity.
Humiliation and faith pave the way to remedy.
"Wash in a river inferior to those of my own?!"
Naaman erupts in a boiling rage - ready to curse!
And God breaks up the hardness of pride in him.
The appeal is simple faith in God's provision.
As Naaman obeyed in faith, he was healed-
From both physical and spiritual leprosy!
"Now I know there is no God except in Israel!"
He was changed from self-serving to servant.
And the good soil understands and bears fruit.
There is no substitute for the Lord, Gehazi.
Why put your missionary commission at risk?
Ironically, Naaman's leprosy will cling to you!
What you would have inherited is forfeited.
You have joined the ranks of Eli and Saul.
And desire for riches choke the seed, yielding nothing.
In my opinion, my dear country, America, has lost her way. Many Americans and well wishers are praying that she fines her way home. I am doing my best though writing, voting, and praying that America would find her way home. The best way home is to return in a very serious way to the God of our fathers. No, they were not perfect to say the least, and they did some very wrong things like injustice to the American Indians and slavery to people from Africa to name just a couple. Nevertheless, the forefathers did a lot of thing right as they charted a course for a brave new world.
We are at the cross roads, a juncture, a valley of decision, whereby we stay the course of an imperfect Democratic Republic or turn left where many a nation have fail in an attempt at building a utopia. The only utopia better than the one we've got is a place called heaven and political action, cultural revolution, and dismissing God will not get us there. But God's Positioning System(GPS) wll.
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What LeftBrain Yang learns about nature,
by standing apart from nature,
RightBrain Yin explores within Sacred Nature v Secularizing Pathology.
LeftBrain Yang
sells us Win-Lose choice
of therapy restoring peace, someday,
or retributive traumatic self-righteous justice,
sufficient for today.
RightBrain Yin
would offer ego/ecotherapy within,
with sacred natural-spiritual
nondual Yang-Yin primal relationship.
Yin darkly offers this deeper sacred ecological gift
of cognitive-affective dissonance,
anti-enthymematic noise,
resistance,
depressing witness,
Yin lightly invites divine co-presence,
basic attendance,
noticing Win-Lose of YangLeft
against YinRight crises
As also Win-Win LeftEgo
within RightEco
sacred Gaian opportunities
for restoring cooperative
bilateral balancing
health-therapy
Rather than Yang's dominating habit
of dismissing,
undervaluing Yin's matriarchal WisdomCircles
seeking com[passionate]
poly[culturing]
natural-spiritual outcomes.
Our political economies of choice
toward Win-Win cooperative light
or competitive Win-Lose,
not quite so bright, defaults,
preferences,
instincts,
choices,
proclivities
invite restorative therapies
of RightBrain's Sacred Tao-ecology
With ThreePoint Trinitarian thermodynamics
dipolar appositional vectors,
nomials,
variables,
dialectal structures,
morphology,
ethology,
cosmology,
revolutionary transubstantiation,
wu-wei dipolarity,
positive psychology,
biology,
sacred ecology
of Win-Win bilaterally humane-divine
ego-eco
Left-Right
DNA-RNA ecopolitical solidarity
Fractal holonic 4D RealTime relationships,
double-binding
within full-color and sound
scaled spectral octaves
Singing and dancing together
but not merely toward or for poor victim sinner Others,
and certainly no longer degenerating away from
restoring co-redemptive Others,
but Win-Win singing PermaCulturing NatureSpirit Operas,
already at bicameral hand
and foot
and mindbodies
within bilateral Earth-consciousness
Teaching and learning
speaking and hearing
giving and receiving
deep sacred healthy-wealth,
compassionate nurturing ecology.
Running, dripping, or still;
Life's a faucet, we’re a thirst,
To never drink our fill.
We drink and think
We are immune to pain from one another,
But brother, when it comes,
The waterfall or shower towers each
To block the sun.
Into a depth of puddles we stare
With all the wishes hearts forsake.
While voices whisper
From each rain for us to wake.
All drops stop, then disappear,
Take no side but reach our ear
In long or shorter stride to touch
The origin inside.
The place from which no one can hide;
The Hand that turns our faucet on or off.
From caves to huts and soup to nuts,
Each of us an entertainment,
The scope of which directed by
The compass of our choice.
We have and hear a different voice,
But it is our own we stretch
Across this voided earth,
Spiked with certain curtains and callings
Our ceilings manufactured.
These times are not newer
Because there are fewer miles
Of synapse between us.
It is a small but constant distance
From cheek to cuspidor
And what is not expected
Is expectorant on the floor
As we walk into our slippers
Through each shower of hours.
Chapters of happiness layered
With a faith that is guided by
What we have been without.
It is far more elegant to dress
Our moments in what is missing
Than dismissing the obvious
For the want of more,
Yet to stop is to become
That which we were chasing.
Our ears grow with age.
While cold guides our fingers flattened rage.
We can say what we will, turn the page,
Or eat a pie, starting every bite with I.
Who would be the wiser?
What gains a penny whose face is proud
And speaks aloud to the backside of a life?
Follow or fallow It’s what we are made of;
Harvesting hairs, split with indifferences
Spilling from the mouths of babes,
But Maybe baby, we just want to be held
One more time before we go,
While knowledge and understanding
Come from the language of others.
Each place or face is a foreign orb
That we err or blur into a refinement.
It is not a magic pencil but a crazy crayon
From which the cartoons of our life are born.
Oh Gabriel, come blow that horn!
we do a lot of things that we enjoy in our lives
yet much is required of those who want to abide by Jesus Christ
we've gotten so consumed with today's technological toys
and forgotten that Jesus died so we could have eternal joy
we're so caught up in society's ideology
to busy to reciprocate God's generosity
and until some great catastrophe occurs in life
we seldom take a moment to think about the Lord Jesus Christ
when much has been given to you then much will be required
concessions and sacrifices are the things you should strive to aspire
mankind has developed a natural tendency to destroy
anything of nature and beauty that God has deployed
no regard for humanity nor the creatures on this earth
we're selfish in our desires, our wants and needs come first
and when we confront each other, we tend to tear each other down
with words to humiliate, debase and knock each other to the ground
we thrive on destructive rage, yet struggle with constructive praise
we easily succumb to violence, always fighting among ourselves
dismissing God's instruction about sustaining spiritual wealth
for whatever God has created He desires we not abuse
yet mankind is apt to be disobedient in the decisions that we choose
God gave us so many wonderful things to enhance our existence
gifts that He desires we use without the indifference
so don't misuse the gifts from God for that is not what He perceived
He wants us to maximize everything that from Him we have received
just don't measure yourself by the standards of today's society
and don't get confused about what is God's generosity
It's not about the quantity of the stuff in life that you get
It's about the quality of your faith concerning your own spirit
and If you don't know what much is you need to know how much you've got
for you probably have more than you need and don't need to go out and shop
if we'd all stop abusing, stop misusing and no longer to be confused
just abide by God's commands and to live by the Good News
for when much has been given to you then much will be required
so conserve, preserve and respect all those things that God Himself inspired
He stepped out of his car and rummaged in his pocket for some coins to feed the meter. As he stepped up on the sidewalk, he noticed a penny lying near his feet. He briefly contemplated picking it up before dismissing it. It was just a penny. It's value hardly worth the effort.
As he stood there, he heard a voice say “Sir, could you spare some change to help me out?”. He turned to see an unkempt man, languishing on the stoop of a vacant store. He held a cardboard sign on which was scrawled “Homeless, Can You Help, God Bless You” . He looked bad, and, as the man walked closer, he noted he emitted an unpleasant odor as well. His first thought was just to walk away, reasoning that if he gave him anything, he would probably just buy some liquor and drink himself to sleep. But he did not. There was something about the man that held his gaze. Instead he spoke to the man saying “the uniform jacket you're wearing says Walker over the pocket. Is that you?” “Yes” the man replied. “That's me”. “Are you a vet Walker” the man asked. Again the man answered “yes sir”. “How did you end up here” the man questioned. Walker dropped his head, then looking up he said “I got some things I can't forget. They drive me crazy sometimes and I do stupid things. Caused me to lose everything. It's my fault, but that doesn't change anything, they are just as gone.” The man reached in his pocket and withdrew a twenty dollar bill. As he offered it to Walker he asked “Will this help soldier?”. “Oh yes sir, thank you sir, and God bless you” he replied.
The man turned to walk away, and as he did, he thought about how, in just a matter of minutes, his opinion of the man had changed from one of disdain to one of compassion. That was a real person sitting there, perhaps even a hero. He had a name. He had an identity. Under different circumstances, each could have walked in the others shoes.
He had no idea what Walker would do with the money, but it didn't matter now. In his mind he knew he had found another penny on the sidewalk. But this time, without regard for value, he had stopped and picked it up.
as i cry due to unknotice trying. my hart begins to start to creek. as i lack a womens loveing.not only that but the feeling of her touch .
but as i start to fade to the lower grade. the loved 1s attack me. as if i were a pair of drums being pounded and sounded for the town to here.
attempting to rase me 1nce more ableing me to reach my scores and open the doors alone to sit in my life ruleing throne .
but as i trust my love 1 ruleing in order to hlp me powerful but carefully. as they teach me more knoladge for lifes twisted ways.
but im not dismissing my trying . all that shall do is fail the attempt for the door put u back flat down on the floor.
If u stay strong and firce their shall be no tears that come to fall . as there's no need to have to crawl
but as im always beleaving theres no tower blocking my path. as i stay continue haveing a strong and bold stance.
aginst the non beleaving people as i stay firm strides and stay blocking there dispiseing try to dismount my life ride.
but as long as my walk stays strong and ifight fiercly. i should pass the bleeding with light screaming.
but its all my chooseing and doing it depends on do i go the wrong route trying to prove my rights.
but infact as i calmy look back its nothing but a crash leigering around for another attack .
as i try to to do right and not come to fight and dispose at even looking apoun thee atempts.
but wat come's to me as a dream. never bring's in the reach and kill's the dream.
giveing up on my abilities but yet as i long to b remembered but yet to over come the rock walls and grasp my ending task.
i cant crawl i must be strong not just for mile or two .
but like the loudness of a lighting's boom!! . as im thinnk of these papers wording as i weight my thinking.
as end my thought and finly chooseing to keep trying till my goal is at my grasping and then i shall come to relax and thats a fact
A handsome and well groomed man he is
Usually very neat with well combed hair
A middle aged man of relative height
Wearing a warm smile that demands a response
Of wearing a scent I know not.
He is one of the few good men remaining in the world
‘How do I know? And how sure are you that he is good?”, you ask,
When you spend time with him that’s when you will realize
What a treasure he is, what a gentleman he is.
Lucky is she that found and keeps this treasure near her bosom.
Principled is just an understatement and for lack of a better word I will use it
A man of good character, integrity and honesty
Quick to make amends and reconcile for a wrong turn made
Thoughtful and considerate of other people feelings
A listener who will listens to you whether you make sense or not
Many have tried to ensnare and catch him
But he is ever so careful and wary of such people
Dismissing such kind politely and as humanly as possible
Able to keep confidential information as it is supposed to be
Treating all persons with dignity.
He is an early riser and a diligent work
Working till late into the night
For his family to be comfortable
To give what he may or may not have received
To lead a better fulfilling life.
Integrity and faithfulness are his core values
This has kept him going almost quite literally
He knows the importance of these virtues firsthand
He do not entertain unfaithful people
Those without integrity he abhors.
“This is too good to be true”, you say
But am yet to get to know about his weaknesses
I can only say what I have seen and heard
I know no one is perfect and he is no exception
Am yet to find his imperfections though.
He may or may not have hidden his imperfections
Or maybe they are hard to come by
Could be there was no situation to bring them out
That I was able to witness
And that is one of the reasons why it is an ongoing observation on my part
To really understand and get to know the person
Form:
you entered my world
through an unopened door
dazzled with my mind catering
to my thoughts I'd wondered
your extreme motive night and day
desperately trying to focus above the old man
whom desires attention unsettling tantrums
while throwing around muscle and mayhem
cautioning my every breath
the cold calm of meeting behind hidden cafe's
nook's of silence while you plot and planned
your next caper my eye's wide shut
I do not belong here an yet
your passion for control again
there I was weeping pleading
for serenity and peace among your wars
old disagreements while you earnestly avoided
conversations of truce among the families
hindering goodness you folded your small arms
and pouted as I glanced at the virgin mary
handing you a prayer card you quickly discarded
throughout your sudden inmmature haste dismissing
of your friends inviting your enemies over for espresso
and stale skoans again I bravely began to chip
my pink nail polish a quiet notion of controllable fear
I'd yet to allow you the pleasure of showing anxiety
really beyond your cold fashionist banned
I suppose simply because you enjoyed bullying
quiet calm helpless me why you found great pleasure
in tampering with my sensitive nature
I gathered I'd opened the door to some kind of debt
you felt the entire world owed to you
kindred malice I suppose as you racketeered
my prayers extorted my smile I watched your
uniquely small hands groping the stone ware coffee cup
eagerly demanding the waitress returns once again
just to endure another insult you tactfully
said under your breath before she nervously
messed up your order happiness was so very
far from you an yet you purposely put on
an artificial sigh of cheerfulness only to lure
more innocent bystanders to your evasive personality
for the sole purpose of owning the right to make
another poor soul completely miserable in you presence