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Elevation
It's about to be 2025
It's time to elevate and thrive
It's time to keep climbing
And keep finding
Finding out the best in you
Even when you have no clue
Just let God do what he do
(Ooooooohhhh)
Have you ever been on an elevator
Have you seen the buttons
It's go from Basement or lower level
Then all of a sudden
The numbers keep going up
To the top
In between you can always stop
To get to your destination
You can get off or back on
It keeps on rising
And surprisingly
You can keep elevating
Let's be clear
Let's be clear
This is your elevating year
You can reach the top
Elevation never stops
Have you ever climbed
To the top
In the midst of it
You had to stop
Had to catch your balance
Up for the challenge
Anything thrown at you
You can handle it
You have power
You have plans
Place it all in God's hand
You can start
You can finish
You can elevate
It has no limits
We are the time that doesn't wait
We are the risk.
People are not willing to take
Take that risk on you
You don't know what you can do
Don't underestimate
Yourself
You were created
By the best
You have value don't think any less
Even when the timer stops
Keep climbing to the top
God gave you the gifts and the talents
He also knows you can handle it
Elevational Challenge
Let's be clear
Let's be clear
This is your elevating year
You can reach the top
Elevation never stops
Bridge
Elevation
Requires Dedication,
You can make it to the top
Just never stops
(Repeat 1x)
Let's be clear
Let's be clear
This is your elevating year
You can reach the top
Elevation never stops
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by Concetta Hardnett
12/01/2024
If the power of the mystery of Existence
And life
Did whisper truth to my ears
Why, it would seem that the one to save my soul
Is just a heartbeat away!
Yes, for my cause, he fell
From the abode of grace and stability
For my love
He accepted to let go of his ruling ego
And he did, so subtly,
Infiltrate into my own macrocosm
To totally submerge my ethos
With the many butterflies swirling
In mad ecstatic glee in his own microcosm!
Why, it would seem that he holds the key
To the padlock of my heart
It would seem that he knows how to take me
There, to that land found beyond the clouds
There, from where we fell
There, the abode all earthlings yearn for
There, where we shall go after our journey ends here!
Pray, if only, if only I could be given an entry point
Into his heart
I would have read and noted all the engravings
Found on the walls thereof
And I would have made of them, the stories of our lives!
Yes, if only I could let my senses be submerged in
The engulfing essence therein
I would have penned more elevating words of poetry
Pray, if I could just wriggle myself in
Propelled by a warm touch and by an equivalent desire
Why, I could have created for us,
An abode on Earth, same as the one from which we fell
To allow us both
To live in sooth and to make of our stay
Worthy of being humanity's love's balm!
Why, to allow the taste of my savior's rapture
To stay forever imprinted in the very depth of my soul
I shall even renounce the world
Yes, for, of what use is a temporary and fluctuating world
When the glory of eternity shines forth!
For Contest Let me Into Your Heart
Written on 16 August 2017
You are the wood chips on my feet
It stings me in satisfaction oh so neat
Your childlike memories got me complete
I need you and I want you, so take a seat
We met in the spiralling spur of the moment
We complete each other, my lovely angel so Godsent
You changed me in ways I can't undo
Can't fathom the crazy things that you do
I'm stepping on wood and glass shavings
I'm wondering what your precious joy brings
I'm stepping on the ground, feeling elevating gravity
Knee deep without a sound, feeling myself ascending with glee
I want to bring you to your heartfelt home
You'll be like a happy-go-lucky garden gnome
You are the woodchips of my heart
You are the residue of vivacious art
You bring me to the swings of delight
You heal me with words of wisdom alight
Wiping off the dirt from my super tiny toes
You are giving me happiness beyond woes
Carress me with your clever, ever-swaying ways
Crown me with your unique, elegant, royal praise
You have given me a million splinters, but I don't mind
As long as I can pull them out just fine without becoming blind
You sprinkle salt and pepper
Upon my distasteful flavor
You sprinkle filth and soap
Upon these emotions that I find hard to cope
If I can smell the roses of your beauty,
I would be smothered with eloquent equity
If I can taste the honey of your jolly joy,
I would adore it and crave it like a toy to a little boy
Behave and be brave and walk that walk
Soon, you will be a wood piece again
Like sand to a mighty rock as you talk that talk
You're a butterfly out of its cocoon or a cub out of his den
You will be whole as life takes its toll
You will be complete
Wishing for the same for me and all
Now, go above my feet!
I got fired
For being awarded Most Desired
The truth got liared
I got tired by the fact that you are wired
A different way than me
Why can't they clearly see
That I'll make a difference in this world of labels?
This world is like a wifi that has been running on a ticking bomb of jacked up cables
Going thru a relapse of suicidal thots before and after
I hand you flowers of forgive-me-please after a disaster
After a rainstorm comes a rainbow of radiance,
A tragedy in reverse...a miracle cure, a prance dance - enhance my joy with Royal elegance
Loyal me up as soon as I give in to my old ways (that's what's up)
Cuz I've been unfaithful...mhm, truth sincerely hurts
To You, him, and her and I feel like giving up...I'm a filthy cup in the dishwasher, but I will be a spic-and-span cup (it shocks me to know many have given up so easily...I'm a whimpering pup)
I've been acting ungrateful...I'm inside out shirts...
I'm in my doom-gloom dorm,
Keeping warm through it all...I've crashed due to an epic fall or an accidental fantastic fail
I'm an weird, empty Earth worm
Seeping through the wooden floors that are as tough as a well-built wall...you're a tough trail to tread...I'm a message never sent by mail
Got crazy
A lil lazy
Got naturally hazy
Off of hyper wild-child
Inside me - so not mild
For a while, my mind has been piled
With nonsensical, fickle desire of my elevating empire
I am home with my cheesy nachos on my lap while singing "Girl on Fire"
I'm higher than the clouds cuz I'm high off of laughter and bliss...something I cherish and admire
It's cool to be real
It's not legit to be fake
Ah yeah, it's not a big deal
Hit the brake for my sake
Regret nothing
Quit that fussing
You're my everything
Carry on, do your thang
Off you trot
Don't let me Rot
On the spotlight...
Tonight...despite your black and white ways of sparkling spite and under-your-spell might that shines so bright and it's wrong when it's right
I'm a kid without his kite
Stab me with love-me-not loathe - I can take it without throwing a childish fit with a mature kit with freezing fire foolwit
I'm sorry - I feel like shite
I know I broke the friendship oath - I still luv u a bit, I must admit
The narcissistic eye ogles itself in the glass;
Which egoistic orgy well paints Man's greed.
His self-elevating smiles mirrors easily prove
As crude hungers only selfish deeds can feed.
And so do you still continue to wonder why
Conceited doctors thrive while patients die.
You know the inscrutable reason lawyers grin,
All the way to the bank as grimey outlaws win.
The grim riders who usurp others' right of way
Typify paedophiles who maul wee infant souls.
And barbarian cops firing shots at calm folks,
Subtly tell the cold despot's vainglorious goal.
Do not look far to behold villainous monsters
Who top filthy lists of most-wanted gangsters,
When you daily spot many self-serving priests
With Bible-like Kalashnikovs and soiling wrists.
In our most common dispositions you'll note,
Ugly human gluttonies of every cannibal sort.
MEMORY OF NOTHING
Listen:
Drag branches comeback
Across the forest floor:
Knowledge of the rough¡
At water’s edge
I gather some things up:
“Happy Ending Story”.
We’ve the time to give the Babel Tower
A close reading.
Awful good, Tú
As Roy A. Rappaport’s
Ritual... as Communication and as State.
Our preferences might be
Toward more emphasis
On species places:
Smooth textures of dead wood
Knowledge of our hands on arms
The body-art of ********
Drinking cocoa
And tend to the faith
With a Vampire’s short stick
That smells of infinite urine
As Madonna.
History reveals itself to us
In this way:
Poetry, Tales, Essays are pamphlets
Of impossible interest
Multiplying voices-human, voices-animal
Voices-plant
Voice-life of Earth
As Dan O’Neill’s
Holiday for Cynics.
Look, little one
Courtney Love
We live this close to disaster
There is no turning back
From the tops of the trees
Which are so dense
Almost no sky is visible
Only the odor dilates the nostril
And quickens the heart
On a marijuana tortilla.
The buddhists have been tellig us
That the Self (Ego)
As we conceive of it
Is an illusion.
A good tip
Thinking about Gurney Norman’s
Jack and His Ego.
Is it?
It is that we are of a Time-Sexual
Wherein all species has been joined
To the Wo/Man
Of *****Sapiens
And Life is a single exercise of Cannibals
In constantly elevating towers
Of Bureaucracy.
Nothing in Somethingg
Something in our Nothingness.
Mama Africa; beauty is oneness
So much love she have got to share, pure she's just like gold
Her glowing black skin so unique and alluring;
Attracting, healing, elevating,inspiring and vibrant
She don't wanna be save don't save her
She don't wanna be save because she's the savior herself
Saving and nurturing all she loves without hollering
The awakened one brimming with energy to awaken more
Dark in complexion pure in consciousness, light giver
Mighty and powerful whoever she touches, change is attained
She's fearless and he-artful, showering love and care
Blesses whoever cross her path, generous deeds all she does
The walk she walks, shows her confidence, cat walk
Walking like a tigress She is, speaks life into the lifeless
Her wrath; enlightenment not punishment, without hesitating
Yelling the greatest inequality is trying to make
What is not equal to be equal, She revisionist
Revising every causes, breaking all chains
Pure and meek; All hail her holiness as she...
Wrestling all evil until the demons pants no more
Leaving every devil breathless.
To judge another is no proof of intelligence:
those who delight in condemning should first strive
to correct their own failings,
for one is often struck by what is more unworthy than oneself.
The arrogance of judgment reveals less the clarity of mind
than the poverty of discernment.
He who sets himself up as censor
betrays the weakness of his own inner realm.
Criticism, when born of pride,
teaches nothing but the blindness
of the one who utters it.
It is nobler to amend oneself
than to denounce the faults of others.
The truly wise spirit
practices self-reform
before claiming to reform others.
The sternest judges of men
are often the most guilty before themselves.
The condemnation of another
often serves as a screen
for one’s own shortcomings.
One rises higher by cultivating integrity
than by proclaiming another’s fall.
He who seeks the stain in another
ignores the corruption that consumes him.
Only inner justice
remains a legitimate authority
to evaluate the deeds of men.
Moral injunctions sound hollow
when the life of the one who utters them
offers no testimony.
To judge is often to forget
that one is oneself exposed to error.
The dignity of the spirit
resides less in sentencing
than in understanding.
Easy blame is the weapon
of feeble consciences
that refuse to know themselves.
He who sees faults everywhere
shows that he does not yet know his own.
The judge’s intolerance
is but the mirror
of his inability to reform himself.
The more a man persists in denouncing,
the more he unveils the shadow of his own deficiencies.
It is easy to condemn,
it is rare to examine oneself.
True intelligence
is fulfilled in self-mastery,
not in the scrutiny of others.
One does not ennoble oneself
by debasing another,
but by elevating one’s own being
Sunflower is the petal symbol,
Big round face follows the sun,
Signifies Honesty as a yellow cymbal,
Light in Truth sets free one,
Sheds light on fidelity, living loyal,
As 18 is coming of age, Love matures Hon!
18, the Chinese hold to be “prosperal”,
Past attempts weighed only a gram,
Will now weigh a ton, flourish neural!
Garnet does as 18’s stone,
Balanced intimacy levelly sensual,
Beyond a crush has attraction grown,
Giving, doing became mutual, sharing natural,
In the words of Judy Garland:
“Not in my ears, but in my heart, you whisper”,
“Not my lips, but my soul, you kissed!”
Sunflowers are drought resistant,
Reigns reciprocal kindness are dropping Rains!
Shavous, True to Us
Rosh Hashanah of Fruits,
Literally, When Tree Fruit Blossoms,
Figuratively, Free Do-It Creativitus,
Earth was Created for Man's,
Improvement by Applicus,
Of Torah Chiddush Wisdoms!
1st 2,000 Years were Barren "Tohu"-ous,
Post Har Sinai, Inventous Peoples' Brainstorms,
Thus, Mortals, Sans Angels, Torah "Safeguardous",
Since Only Man Could Mind Contradictions,
Possible True Welfare, Wedding Any Multiple Versus,
Rambam's "Shalom Emes": Torah in Stark Distinction,
To Other Beliefs' Messages to Us,
To Wit, Feelings Define Right Action,
By Contrast to Absolute "True or Falsous",
Over & Over, the "Nachas", Cunning Deception,
Pulling the Wool Over the Righteous!
Shavous, also Rosh Hashanah of Learning,
Judgment on Next Year's Acquiring Torah,
Thus, Instead of Flailing, Earning,
Internalizing in that We "Soar-ah",
Satisfying Wings Earnest Yearning,
By Disowning Olam HaZeh Mesorah,
Of Narashkeit Replaced by The Discerning,
Taryag Sensitivities, the Infinite Aura,
Held Back Since Creation's Beginning,
Antidote to Amelek, A "What Ails Cure-a",
Elevating Our Commitment is like Lightning,
Flash Flaming a Gourmet Flambé Endura!