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The Multitude of Affairs Are Mindset
What are the multitude of affairs are
Mental Thinking?
Observe one's mind internally, That single
Shift requires one's obblongota.
States of Mind: Conscious mind 10%
Sub-Conscious 90%
Your brain is always searching for proof
Of what your thoughts tell it.
What one think you become, Mindset
have the ability to either have a end point
or emancipation.
Changing one's mindset is what will
change one's life.
Life is about being even-tempered with
Oneself and creating the best version of
Yourself.
Validation from others isn't a high
priority, Remember your mindset is a
fierce mission.
Comprehend that you can't control
everything.
Remember-Your mindset creates your
existence.
K is an eleventh letter
Eleven, written like a road of ember--
Like two sticks standing upright
Like two wands of magical sight.
K is the commencement of man's fate
End point of man's action to date
K is when you fly a toy in the air
Feels like you're floating without snare
K has four points
Like the four corners of a book without joints
Or a laptop with smooth edges
Viewing nature-crafted ridges
K is the root of giving
A trait that never die in living
K is when you praise a good deed
A greeting that grows and never bleed
K can be a nocturnal animal
Playing around like a live toy in a musical
K is when you express your affections
A sign of respect and love in all directions
K can be defined in many ways
All good thoughts and notions of the human race
K is like a bent cross
Carried by the Savior who died not a boss
K, for short, is just fine
Specially when you care and share when you dine!...
There are not enough digits in the whole round world
To count the neutrinos passing through a finger
But they don't stop to look around, examining what might be found
Should they decide to rest there, then to linger
Passing through's their raison d'etre, no end point that we know, and yet
There must be reason in this right of passage
The toll on us pays out in years, not Tacitus, nor any peers
Could measure or record their age or message
We count on other things and so we measure what will come and go
Trying to decide just what things matter
We hope we might luck out and capture what removes all doubt
Distinguishing the former from the latter
We think that measure's down to science, sure that there is some reliance
In knowing that we have the right to question
But knowing just which question's right's a question of our own insight
Which should lead us from suspicion to suggestion
Should we capture one of those little guys, passing through our eyes and skies
And shrink ourselves down to the size where we could ask a question
What question could we ask that might just be the one that leads us right
To conquering our mental indiscretion
The answers to life's mysteries are not all found in histories
Learn from them, don't be numbed by their suppression
Whenever I look at the huge sun.
I feel the power it has with honour and pride.
Whenever my head tilts upwards to see the moon.
It reminds me to keep calm and always maintain poise.
Whenever I come across a tree on the road side.
I breathe fresh air and acknowledge the importance of shade.
Whenever I step on the beach of an island
.I somehow compare it with immense knowledge which is never ending.
whenever my eyes try to find the end point of the sky above.
It teaches me to shed ego and try to rise as high as I can.
I hope that whenever i open my eyes each day.
There is cheer, fun and laughter around me always
This world suffers from original sin
David said in sin my mother conceived me
speaking of us all born into the world
showing the sin bias not to be free
But do we realise how inwardly dark we are?
for there’s no end point to this disease
left to itself it will worsen indefinitely
as temperatures decrease for a big freeze
Mankind is so blinded eyes are shut
heart so very hard solid it won’t break
mind is so foolish it can’t at all think
can anything be done? Needs earthquake!
The prospects are not at all good
as man goes from bad to worse
deceiving oneself prone to be deceived
walking the road to receive God’s curse
But thankfully God shows a way out
giving His son for man’s substitute
then light came upon their blindness
to receive Christ at Calvary’s foot
I M M E N S E C O N D E N S E D
I Instructed by a plot, broken into paltry portion
M Mauled into small, mammoth to screaming speck
M Mountain range cramped, meandering cancelled
E Elements of concept squashed into essence
N No word left unchecked, numerous adaptations
S Scrutinised, all adjacent scoured thoroughly
E Erraditacate unnecessary words, edit again
C Captivate from word one, add an anomaly
O Owe the audience pleasure, build their trust
N Never accept the standard, leave cliche alone
D Dive into the character's psyche, dig their dirt
E Employing research makes validity emerge
N Nullify nonsense inclusions, nudge away distractions
S Set up captured fast in short form, stir in surprise
E Every line moves story forward, each essential
D Diagnose end point, not long form done and dusted
While they danced, Frances
visualized her high school days.
She could hear
the 50s music
superimposed on the beats
she was hearing with her ears.
These days, they tell you where the rhythm is,
you don't have to feel it. As they danced,
bumping with the rhythm, they did not touch.
They exercised their own imaginations.
Everything is
programmed these days. They tell you
how to play and organize the moves.
They tell you how to learn and
what to learn and
threaten you with poverty
if you don't follow.
While they danced, time
bunched up at the end point.
The present moved much
slower than the past streamed in.
Her mind terminated the flow of the past
and there was a blockage that filled
the empty cells of memory.
As she moved, gesticulating
seemingly meaninglessly but not meaninglessly,
she carried a wealth in the heaviness of her.
We have to write about
reality, if we are going to write, not theory.
Theory is rarified
even if it's the most important thing.
We spend our few yearning,
hungry years here, with each other,
with our human furniture.
We don't have time
for explanation.
Paul couldn't resist.
He eventually reached out for the woman's hand
and pulled her close.
There are only a certain amount of
the truly good things life has to offer
1 single person can expect to experience in one's lifetime given our human limitations
Like a cancer patient hearing a doctor tell them treatment was successful you are in remission
To meet your one true soulmate
what it's like to mate for life
Get married or be someone's best man
or bridesmaid
Be a husband being told he is about to become a father
or a wife she is pregnant
What it's like to breastfeed or give birth
feel a kicking on your naval
Hearing your child's first words see
them take first steps and off to school
Make your parents proud or see your
child succeed
To save a life or donate an organ
Winning the most prestigious award
voted for by said peers at a grand awards ceremony
Win a life changing amount of money
Discover or find a treasure map
Travel and see the 7 wonders of the world
all it's continent's and oceans and differing people
animals included
A thunderstorm expelling lighting and
the majesty of a sky full of star's under
a desert sky and a perfect sunset
The feeling a girl feels when she is bought flowers or receives a valentine's card for the first time
What's it's like to own the keys to your own home
To never have to go to a loved one's funeral
Pilot an aeroplane or jet fighter
Drive a steam train or locomotive
Captain or steer a ship
Command a tank
Be a cowboy
What it's like to paint a work of art
or play a music instrument
Sing in front of a live audience
Make people laught doing stand up comedy
Play sport in front of a sold out stadium
What it's like to find the word's in order
to compose the perfect poem
Or most prized of them all the meaning of life
What it must be like to be or live
CONTENT & HAPPY IN ONE'S OWN SKIN
The rest we have to leave up to our
own imagination or hopefully dream about
before we eventually pass on
Because when it's gone it's gone
you only live once no such thing
as second chances or do overs
Only memories to keep you company
until your numbers called and the lights
dim and you get to find out
If death is in fact the termination or end point
of your journey or the fresh new start and
beginning the good things in life never provided you
Love,
In a society that has always seen love as reckless and impulsive
I have tasted a different dish,
a side that is usually not explored
With sweet touches and sweeter words
Cautious of the effect they have,
With distance so less and yet so more
Miles have to be yet travelled on this road
With gestures that speak more than one can
Beating heart is all I can hear
And his voice
With smooth edges of smiles he cannot hide
And a smirk tracing the tease in the comment
Of eyes that touch the deepest parts of me
Hidden not by clothes but by skin
Of the warmth that spreads within
I have glazed at the bump in his check
With the desire to see his face dipped in smile before pleasure
The love that is careful beyond measure
Because it knows it is the stick of support to stand
And the curves of lives at each end point
A surprise wrapped with faith in all
That has to the ability
To make someone happy
To make someone sad
I have seen love being handled
Like a child in the womb of mother
A bubble made for comfort and growth
Without pain and grief
And it a pleasant way of seeing it
which is criticized so much for the rush it gives.
Love like that warm comfortable home
carrying a tried sad soul.
Available options stand the bile as they make the will bent
Massachusetts may be best for the holiday to be spent
But the rod of its weather may hit the comfort of its rent
Indecision, glorified from knowledge’s available dent
Vague is their understanding to a result from what they meant
Abstract control and power, making the priest eat meat in lent
Light, maybe heavy, not knowing where the definition went
Eight out of twenty, in idea makes contribution absent
No end point, as in midway, the anger of shortcoming vent
Thought or decision, on many roads, leading to no tent