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Oh,what a mountain
It's structure distinguishes it's history
Muttering of the wind
Oh,what a mountain
It's uniqueness Modifies it's existence
Whispering of the sea
Is this an embarkment of history?
It should be told as it is
As it should be admired the way it is
Magnificent as it sits on top of the land
It should not be compared to any
As it should not be ignored of it's importance
Breathtaking as it is been viewed
Is this a modification of history?
Oh,what a mountain
It's shape labels the land
Muttering of the forest
Oh,what a mountain
It's history emphasize its existence
Whispering of the ocean
Is this the true essence of history?
What matters is not the tears you shed
It is what you have learned from shedding those tears
Is it the pain you had to endure
Is it the endurance acquired from the pain
Is it the pain itself
Makes you sit and listen
What matters is not the emotions you feel
It is what you have learned from experiencing those emotions
Is it the feeling you have felt
Is it the feeling that was never expressed
Is it the experience itself
Makes you find yourself
What matters is not the people around you
It is what you have learned from being surrounded by them
Is it the environment that modifies who you are
Is it the affection you require
Is it the person itself
Makes you distinguishes who cares
Your fingers struggle to follow the path, to fiercely pluck the pretext,
As though my being were trying to catch the last drops of your receding waters.
You leave our novels under the clear summer sky, waiting for all that was
To evaporate, to be lost in the sun, to detach from us as easily as morning dew.
An eternity I wandered through fogs, to wake from beneath your repeated enchantment,
Which, like a sorcerer who forever charms his little sphere, you've muddled my moments,
Turning days into palimpsests upon which you wrote and erased, as often as the spell lost its speech.
Now it is you who wants to sever the meaning of magic, the honeyed sweetness dried on your lips,
In the moment when your scent surrendered to the forgetting between the pages of our favorite stories,
And then, the sadness reflects in us, that our paths were not meant to intertwine.
What was between us remains a dimmed syzygy, without a temple, a star without shine for me.
Yet, memory plays unfettered in my secret garden, keeping only shards of joy,
But that muller which crushes between memories distinguishes them and smoothes the path to what will be.
Those foreign memories, stirring the still waters of the moment, were not worth pouring into the cup of tomorrow.
Thus, I let them burn in the flame of an everlasting twilight, just as you did with our last silent farewell.
I first heard of you through Mona’s voice,
a whisper of blood, a tale of kin—
yet when I stood in Apple Park,
I saw the magician the world had awaited.
Your genius was wrapped in simplicity,
a quiet flame burning brighter than kings.
From a garage of humble dust,
you carved an empire of glass and light.
You gave us touch,
a screen that kissed the soul,
and in that silent gesture
you changed the fate of humankind.
They named you CEO of the Decade,
they crowned you with medals of nations,
but your truest crown
was the wonder in our hands.
Each iPhone, each Mac—
an elegy, a relic,
a proof that vision bends the world.
O Steve, when I pass through Silicon Valley,
your words still echo like prophecy:
“Innovation distinguishes
between a leader and a follower.”
Now, each time my fingers touch the screen,
they touch the ghost of your genius—
and whisper, thank you.
Misuse of services by force or labour without payment
To get over this be patient
We’re getting the repayment
No haste, just wait there are rules to follow
Article 23 forbids this so you just swallow
Just cause remuneration is given in labour
It’s not in your favour, to escape the aver
Following this right is your only saver
Forcing helpless women into prostitution is called unconstitutional
So start a revolution to make an evolution
The constitution, is an institution, to make a resolution, in an elocution
If it all goes wrong make a devolution
Trafficking involves the buying and selling of men and women
Let’s make it our mission to help the men and women
The next right is given it’s the right to culture and education
Measures to protect the rights of cultural, linguistic, and religious minorities
Following this right is our number one priority
By protecting them against discrimination
Use your imagination, to appreciate this creation cause in our generation we’ll achieve liberation
Citizens having a distinct language, script, or culture of their own
Be who you want to be either Drake or Post Malone
Pick up the phone because you’re not alone
So if you wanna be known take your seat on the throne
Prohibit discrimination against any citizen
Cause we are one working together we’ll hit a home run
This rule has important necessities
Just like the right to constitutional remedies
Identified as a right to own or possess something
Land, automobile it could be anything
Dispose it when you want to
There’s no one that can stop you
To have an enforceable claim to benefit of it
This right is your permit to get the property that you think fits
That focuses on the exclusive right to ownership
So I’ll admit and you submit to the dealership
Distinguishes between possession of property
The right states everything is perfect and properly
Don’t take it as a mockery
And that my friends was the 7 constitutional lotteries
August 28 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Lamentations 4-5
Key Verse – Lamentations 4:11 The LORD hath accomplished his fury; he hath poured out his fierce anger, and hath kindled a fire in Zion, and it hath devoured the foundations thereof.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ACCOMPLISHING
HIS FURY IN HIS HOLINESS
Praise be to God for accomplishing His fury
in His holiness against:
Fierce fighters of the faith
Futile fruits of those fearful
Faithless foundations of foolishness
Faulty frame and formless fitness of fugitives
Flawed focus along filthy flings fostered by false followers
Lamentations 5:1 Praise be to the Lord for
remembering us:
Delivering us from sorrows and sufferings
Directing us toward His sure salvation-security
Driving us from sinfulness of shamefulness sting
Defending us around His satisfaction midst His stability
Dominating over us from our selfishness as well as stubbornness
Distinguishes us by His Scriptural standards of steadfast settlement
Deepens us toward His service-stewardship, smiting our slothfulness
Lamentations 5:19 Praise be to the Saviour for
remaining forever in His throne while He:
Welcomes us for truthful worship
Works in us triumphantly against worldliness
Watches over us in our trials for our worthiness
Wants our thankfulness against tempting wastage
Warms us around His testimony with our trust in His Word. Amen!
August 28, 2024
In pitch black night there is no color,
For light is color's revealer.
In daylight, your eyes see an object as white, when all light is reflected,
White is all the colors from a billion rainbows, melded.
White light, dissected by raindrops, prisms and kaleidoscope
reveals the full spectrum of colors within.
Light is the palette array from which objectors choose what to reflect.
You see black, the absence of color, when no light is reflected,
You see grey, when only a wee little light is reflected.
You see red when all other colors from white light
hitting a surface are absorbed, except red, that is.
The objects and being out there, display the color they choose to portray,
by excluding all other colors, sucking them in.
Color is what distinguishes the objects and shapes
we see with our eyes, including white, black and greys.
The scene we see is an orchestration of color painted upon.
In Nature it's the array colors in the blue sky, white clouds,
green trees, black cat, white dog, and brown dirt outside.
Inside it's the brown door, blue painted walls, green drapes and decorations
In art and paintings it's the colors of pigments in paint
the artist chooses to use and mix together, whatever their source and composition.
In poems and writing it's the words chosen to create images
of the colors of nature, people and objects in the minds of readers.
And moreover, it's the moods, feelings and emotions
portrayed with colors, bold, pastel, stark and soft.
Color creates dilemmas and puzzles for users.
To a scientist its wavelength and spectrum.
To a chemist is clays, rocks, extracts, mineral and vegetable dyes.
To a decorator or house painter its charts, sample pots and mixed tins.
To an artist its what can be squeezed from pots and tubes and dabbed on canvas.
To a poet its words to create fleeting images of color, emotions, feelings and impressions
in the minds of readers.
The kaleidoscope of color is the milieu of everything perceived in the light of day,
through vision, thought, feelings and soulful emotions.
It is felt in numerous ways
The presence of the holy spirit
It touches the soul
And the tongues are spoken as they are there to be spoken
In a accurate and precise way
It takes you to another dimension of the unknown
Let yourself go, let it guide you
Fears are not allowed
Will be surprise where it will lead you
Gratefully as you land
It takes you to another level of maturity
Let yourself grow, let it grow within you
Holding back is not the key
Will be amazed who you become
Appreciative as you are blessed
It is made up of various ingredients
The presence of the spirit of discernment
It distinguishes the environments
And analysing of circumstances as they are there to be analysed
In a formative and intellectual way
What is the meaning of life?
A profound question that seems unanswerable
and yet, deserves an answer.
Intelligence distinguishes fantasy from reality.
But what of the human soul?
That intangible, ethereal link to the impossible?
Call it God, faith, hope, or wishful thinking,
but I feel there is something more to life than merely living!
I've examined life through the eyes of science
that sees Man as a series of genes;
genetically linked in a chain through time.
But what purpose does that serve?
It's enough to drive one crazy!
Is the purpose of life merely to procreate forever?
If that's all there is to life, then mission accomplished!
But I believe there is more to being alive;
a purpose for being.
Is it selfish to want more? Maybe.
I sense there is more to life; it's just a feeling,
yet it's getting harder to ignore over the years.
Could it be that I fear death? No, it isn't fear.
It's more like I'm missing out on something.
Perhaps something miraculous!
If I blink out when death turns off the switch, so be it!
I'll cease to exist, and that will be the end!
But, if when I die, I experience a reawakening
to a metaphysical, spiritual realm, despite my misgivings:
I would welcome that experience even more!
He comes visiting when least expected
In all places at any time or clime.
No rich nor poor ever can shun his calls,
Not the youths or those who are past their prime.
When he arrives, you cannot close your door;
He makes his entrance though you say, “No more.”
He frequents battle fields and hospitals;
He drops by on anyone, weak or strong.
His visits, though unwelcome, fall on all--
Man, woman, child, alone or in a throng.
When he appears you cannot say, “Next door,”
He barges in for what he’s looking for.
Though mute who utters not a word nor sound,
Oft he announces himself with a “Bang!”
Sometimes he bides before entering a home,
Sometimes he’s as quick as a boomerang.
At times he leaves a clean job, at others gore,
His visits are an event to deplore.
There are few who invite this visitor
And would embrace him if he could be touched.
But most fear and detest this unseen guest
That distinguishes not who’d be dispatched.
He crawls or slides or floats, or he may soar--
And comes for you before you can implore.
March 30, 2023