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Oddra was a little birdie who was locked in her gold guilt cage.
On the eve of her destruction she was too quick in throwing down her page.
Serendipity had led her to the most wonderful birdie carnival in town.
Little then, did any know, that soon would come WWE, Smack Down.
She spread her wings and danced and sang and flitted all about.
The she started out and shared a bit….OK…she shared a lot!
She was in her groove! Or At least that’s what she thought.
This is when the lines got crossed, causing the great confusion.
That escalated to pointing fingers blame and accusation of delusion.
Unfortunately, her listening was selective. So this is all she heard,
whispers, “What kind of bird is that, a loon, a coo-coo bird?”
“She looks a little parroty to me”. Writing on the wall read, “sitting duck”
Unwittingly she’d stepped on toes, as misconceptions flowed both ways.
She had no idea that some had known her from before, in better days.
She did not hear nor see them. Did not hear them rapping at her door.
The kept reaching out a hand to say hello. She appeared to just ignore.
Who’d be talking to her there? She’d never been there before.
She completely missed her half of her poor friend’s ironic one way conversation.
She shared again, totally unrelated, that fit in perfect context as brutal provocation.
After this, the demarcation line of friend and foe becomes a little blurry.
Each perceived the others actions as offensive resulting in actions of fury.
Hold a pen in front of you, from end to end, creates a line.
But hold looking down its barrel and it’s circular in design.
Both are true, and also both are lies. In the end they’re both the same.
Is an Oddra not an Oddra even with a different name?
Here’s my stamp, Divine Design; classic, tragedy and comedy. That was the only
mask.
Oddra, cursed the circled ones. The lines, drawn in the sand, doomed her as their
task.
The lines devised a brilliant plan: having placed some peas around a hole they’d
made in some ice,
“Apocapus”, as she’d been dubbed, “She has to pee sometime, When she comes up
to take a pea
we’ll kick her in the ice hole.”
There it is my friends. Oddra was Slammed dunked!!
This is just tale. I to this I will fully digress, I am a very Odd Duck!!!
There were those too, caught in the middle, undeserved bad luck!!
Form:
Each town has it’s own Heart Beat: Thump, Thump- Thump, Thump.
And All can go astray when doing wrong feels so right.
A young man came in contact with the police… and has died.
So the town decided to protest, drawing others from the outside.
Everything got out of hand, and escalated, throughout the night.
Businesses destroyed, homes robbed, fires, it wasn’t a pretty sight.
The innocent bystanders have decided to move away, in droves.
The businesses are losing customers, as to safety so many go.
Eventually, businesses will also leave, for customers they must have.
The area will become blighted, where a good home once could be had.
Each town has it’s own Heart Beat: Thump, Thump- Thump, Thump.
And All can go astray when doing wrong feels so right.
Police and their families are being threatened, as they try to understand.
But they see that they must guard at night, all which continues to stand.
The Newsmen are stirring things up, as to the National News they go.
Of course we need to know the plight of all, as they stir up more woes.
Protesting the freedom, to protest at night, hasn’t helped stop the fights.
More will be leaving the area, cause they don’t want to live too close.
It’s the innocents who continue to suffer, if the town becomes a ghost.
It could end in a moment, or be like the fighting, in the Middle East.
Each town has it’s own Heart Beat: Thump, Thump- Thump, Thump.
And All can go astray when doing wrong feels so right.
It all depends on everyone’s understanding of when it’s time to stop.
It depends on the understanding: of when something wrong feels right.
Rioting, Looting, and Protesting can’t add anything good to the mix.
But adding outsiders and hatred to it, can totally destroy all, in the end.
There are brave hearts, wanting to stop what’s going on, to get along
The outsiders control the scene, as with sadness, the good back down.
It seems to have a life of it’s own, pushed from outsiders out to win.
But the only thing they’ll win, is a ghost town, for those left within.
Each town has it’s own Heart Beat: Thump, Thump- Thump, Thump.
And All can go astray when doing wrong feels so right.
Remember: Be careful what you do, when feelings seem so right.
CSEastman Written 8-15-2014… ‘A bystander, very close by’
I used to think that life was a joke.
When I was 9 I started to smoke.
When I was 11 I began to drink.
But as I got older I began to think
I started thinking about what I wanted to do and what I had to give.
But then I realized I had a long life to live.
At age 13 I started to fight for no good reason.
Thanks to my dad and my anger,
I got kicked out of school for the rest of the season.
Not long after, my mom and my dad were separated,
By this time, my anger had very well escalated.
I was baker-acted for making threats in 1999.
Threatening take everyone’s life, including mine.
I hated it! I hated my life in every way.
I always stayed in the house.
I never wanted to play.
After being home schooled for two years,
It was time to go to High School my dear.
My mother appraised me, she said I would to fine.
Oops! My Bad. I got suspended 22 times.
I got baker acted again and I caught a charge.
A charge that landed me straight behind bars.
I was on probation and violated constantly.
For once the only thing I wanted was to be free.
At age 15 I was in a program locked in a cell.
Oh boy! How fun! I had my 16th Birthday in jail.
It took 11 months and 11 days to get my act straight and learn better ways.
January 16,2004 I was free once again,
To be locked up no more.
3 days after I was 17 and free from being locked down,
My mother tells me I’m off probation now.
Now that I’ve told you what I’ve been through,
Its time for me to tell you about what I plan to do.
This is what I plan to do with my life.
To make good decisions and to do what’s right.
I plan to continue to go to school.
No more days of trying to play cool.
I am who I am not to pretend.
The way I think of it, in my life I need no fake friends.
People think I’m crazy for my plan to succeed.
Its my choice if I want to be a part of the city police.
I want to major in Criminal Justice to become a lawyer or be apart of the law.
I have came a very long way and have left so many people in awe.
People think of me as a misbehaved, disturbed little child.
But look at how far I made it. Even though it took a while.
When I was younger, I was wild.
But to all who doubted me, I hope I made you proud.
See the effort that I chose to give.
And all this was to earn a better life to live.
I've spent the last 7 years trying to find a cure for whatever's wrong with me
The sickness in my head and heart that nobody else can see
The sickness that caused a craving for something i could never find
A sickness that escalated every emotion in my heart and mind
People thought I was attention seeking and completely insane
But what they didn't know is I only did those stupid things as a way to deal with pain
My heart aches for something to fill an empty feeling that won't go away
My brain aches for answers about why I turned out this way
My family gave me the strength and faith to make it through my teenage years
My mum and dad were always there to protect me from my fears
My sisters were there for me too But thought my choices were wrong
I was always to jealous to keep our relationships strong
My relationships have always hurt me and I ended up in pain
They all told me to go kill myself like my emotions were just a game
It didn't matter how many people loved me it was still never enough
So instead of loving people I started loving stuff
I started loving computers, mobiles and everything I could get
I got credit cards and loans I put myself in so much debt
Still the empty feeling was taking over every aspect of my life
Erasing my ability to feel happiness at all and putting me in strife
My family thinks I'm getting better but what they do not know
Is when I am around them I do not let my sadness show
I try not to show my boyfriend but It's too painful to keep my feelings in
So now along with misery and anger i feel guilt for the way I've treated him
How do I know if it's worth it the amount I always try
Maybe this pain will never end, maybe I deserve to die
My diagnosis says my brain was under developed so now I can't deal with pain
I also can't deal with being alone I was destined to turn out insane
I was destined for money problems and drug addiction too
My sickness controls everything in my life, everything I do
I wish My brain couldn't Think and my heart couldn't feel
Maybe feeling nothing would would allow me to heal
My diagnosis says it's not likely to recover so I know I won't be fine
My diagnosis says everything will hurt me, There is no hope for a borderline.
I've spent the last 7 years trying to find a cure for whatever's wrong with me
The sickness in my head and heart that nobody else can see
The sickness that caused a craving for something i could never find
A sickness that escalated every emotion in my heart and mind
People thought I was attention seeking and completely insane
But what they didn't know is I only did those stupid things as a way to deal with pain
My heart aches for something to fill an empty feeling that won't go away
My brain aches for answers about why I turned out this way
My family gave me the strength and faith to make it through my teenage years
My mum and dad were always there to protect me from my fears
My sisters were there for me too But thought my choices were wrong
I was always to jealous to keep our relationships strong
My relationships have always hurt me and I ended up in pain
They all told me to go kill myself like my emotions were just a game
It didn't matter how many people loved me it was still never enough
So instead of loving people I started loving stuff
I started loving computers, mobiles and everything I could get
I got credit cards and loans I put myself in so much debt
Still the empty feeling was taking over every aspect of my life
Erasing my ability to feel happiness at all and putting me in strife
My family thinks I'm getting better but what they do not know
Is when I am around them I do not let my sadness show
I try not to show my boyfriend but It's too painful to keep my feelings in
So now along with misery and anger i feel guilt for the way I've treated him
How do I know if it's worth it the amount I always try
Maybe this pain will never end, maybe I deserve to die
My diagnosis says my brain was under developed so now I can't deal with pain
I also can't deal with being alone I was destined to turn out insane
I was destined for money problems and drug addiction too
My sickness controls everything in my life, everything I do
I wish My brain couldn't Think and my heart couldn't feel
Maybe feeling nothing would would allow me to heal
My diagnosis says it's not likely to recover so I know I won't be fine
My diagnosis says everything will hurt me, There is no hope for a borderline.
I once heard,
Hope is what can positively happen
after listening to all the realistic facts
and then continuing in good faith anyway.
I also heard,
Cynicism about others,
like narcissism about oneself,
is sadly generative,
expansively powerful,
contagious
Just as hope about others
and compassion with oneself
are happily generative,
exponentially win/win contagious.
Both negative and positive attitudes are generative,
but hope is cooperatively regenerative
while external cynicism,
like internal narcissism,
like ecopolitical fascism,
is degenerative,
competitively contagious,
inviting a long, slow, painful
lose/lose death.
Cynicism flirts with Lose/Lose outcomes
projections
often escalated by competing
"If you think that's horrible enough,
listen to this terrifying
or merely titillating tale..."
Despite our broken
wounded
depressing cynically competing natures
and narcissistic nurtures
of Business As Usual stories of competing
capital-hoarding ego-centrism,
Active 2020 hope looks for WinLeft/WinRight options,
plans,
eco-operatively reassociating
mutual ego-healing
across all multicultural
and polypathic
non-sectarian
good-faith systems,
cooperatively-owned nutritional networks.
Cynicism projects Earth's LoseLose demise.
Scepticism questions, doubts, humanity's WinLose economy
could ever become a long-term healthy trajectory.
Optimism actively hopes a short-term investment
in egocentric deflation, dis-investment, detachment
will lead to long-term Lose to Win
healthier egocentric evolution
some other climate darkening day.
WinWin optimization
cooperatively goodfaiths (gospels), mentor
models short-term through long-term compassionate ecstasy
restoring peace and holistic justice
Green sanctuary 2020 left/right
yang/yin
universal/unitarian (not fragmentarian) revolutions,
regeneration/degeneration options
every bicameral day
every binomial ego/eco-where
with every one
regathering bilateral interior-beliefs
compassioning exterior-behavior.
Regenerate hope is what happens
after listening to all the RealTalk
co-operating healthy passions
any way
any time
any where
everyday.
THE FALL OF THE WHITE ELEPHANT’S CAN’T FAIL IDEA
No self-respecting politician wanted to drink from that well
the self-inflicted delusion persisted for the faithful
they were shocked but not surprise when they learned
the head elephant had walked away with much cash
But his larcenous ways landed him in prison
Money, something very dear to his black heart,
or where his heart should have been,
felt good; he didn’t need the cash, he had said
he was wealthy and his multitudes believed his every lie
On and on he talked, the media checked his words
but to no avail nobody believed the lies the media reported
since they trusted their leader, no one questioned him,
lying became a part of his steady rhetoric and he escalated it
Until the day his forty thousand obvious lies were too much
and he lost the election by ten million votes
and true to his character he did not leave with dignity
he left violently
Not a word was heard throughout the broken party called the GOP
even they forgave him for absconding with much money
but the opposition had done its job of throwing the corrupt out
he and he was gone back to con-scam land where he had come from
But the gullible sycophants naively incapable of learning history's lessons
without critical analysis of what had brought down their party
immediately began searching for the one who could finesse the lies
their motto became "Stay True to the Big Lie" or "Ignorance is good"
The blind faithful obeyed his misguided verbal bellows
to vilify, discredit, attack and continue his false self-righteous ways
to obstruct the law that was in hot pursuit
the news that he was to be punished comforted the American citizen
But on and on they go lying and denying to this day
what the rest of the world knows to be true
but the demolished idea of establishing the next Fourth Reich
died when the cell door slammed shut
This land that's always searching for ways to perfect the imperfect law,
assist our sacred Constitution to forge forward
always seeking to instruct on freedom, liberty, justice
and improving those citizens' minds imbued with incalculable stupidity.
As men we aspire to perfection
The slim sliver of impossible
which lies between infallibility
and the outskirts of non existence,
Searching for its proof for the mere
chance at having it define us,
For other adjectives have become
beneath us in our own evolution
Thus we strive for a deity's temperament
and assume equality with unseen irony
Disregarding humility, nobility, desirable
work ethic, and other essential virtues,
For each becomes viewed as inferior
to the extravagant identity we have stolen,
While conventional attributes such as pride
and confidence are escalated to frailties
Too ignorant on our quest for best,
to notice the change of our views,
As visions of tomorrow become
stepping stones to a more myopic sight,
Belittling the very allure of being mortal,
by denying ourselves wisdom through experience,
For no future mistakes means no future period
which condemns us to our present self,
In retrospect, which reiterates the ironic
truth of the entire self perceived perfection,
Our only perfection is our constant evolution,
as it was at birth, it shall be through death,
The continuous cycle of ignorance to knowledge,
For if man does find the treasure of this desire,
Man will still be man and nothing more,
With only the potential of failure as motivation,
Thus, abandoning the sweet taste of accomplishment,
the soft touch of achievement will be never more,
For perfection has only itself to aspire to,
and only its inevitable demise to be a last sight,
A demise that happens at the moment of assumption,
For to be perfect is to be flawed temporarily,
A fact that holds true even to the assumed perfect
which is unseen to him, thus ending his identity,
Therefore, he who holds himself as infallible,
Disregards hope, Disregards logic,
Disregards truth, disregards companionship,
Abandoning his mortal life to become excluded,
Selling his realization of humanity for the price
of a label that will never be proven to others,
Watching us live a life he wants, but still has,
Unable to see his flaws, he has become less than all,
Thus the "perfect" person, lives in perfect misery
Languor of the mind
I. My, my, My how times flies.
Another year has transpired.
Yet, a City has not been revitalized to the image once defined.
The crime rate has escalated since 1999.
Plus, the minds of the people negate refinement.
Do you hear what I hear?
A City is dying in iniquity.
Do you see what I see?
A City in shackles as mentally incarcerated human beings.
An Inauspicious approach
II. I went to sleep on the couch.
When I woke up, I ask what time is it now.
It is the sleep I was in that contradicted the housework.
Where did all this paper come from on my bedroom floor?
Do you know the score?
Is this done by someone I know?
III. A penitent to view
They stood behind bars looking out.
They house was situated at the end of the block.
The sirens were blasting as loud as blow horns.
They laugh to themselves for this was a warning of life forthcoming.
Do you see what I see?
A City in shackles as mentally incarcerated human beings.
Do you hear what I hear?
A City is dying in iniquity.
Ensued precedent
IV. When I came in 1997, the City was in a hidden culture of turmoil.
Unpromising and ill-starred was the faces I saw in the crowd.
The laughter was twigged to their high-quality of life.
But oh, the City needed revitalizing.
The unemployment rate was at a national high.
The dilapidated housing condition was a true ghetto now.
Black bottom shined in that we had left that period of time.
Do you see what I see?
Destiny undefined.
Do you hear what I hear?
Humanity laughter lachrymose without a focal point for future growth.
Do you know the score?
Iniquity and transgression are entrenched.
Is this done by someone I know?
The miens are seen as a desolated City in a manifold.
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Written on December 27, 2015!
She looked shyly at him from behind her menu
His eyes were a baby blue that sent chills
Through her whole body; she could melt right here
And have that waitress he’s talking to mop her up
Typical Barbie doll type with an pretentiously
Effervescent personality that makes you want to
Roll your eyes and scoff--The environment they
Were in was a hustle and bustle type of place
Where time waits for no man...as soon as people
Were done eating, they were cleared out and
Another party was ushered in
“It is essential to business that you eat,
Order and then leave.” The Barbie Doll waitress’
Nasal twang only served as a catalyst for
Her frustration--She kept peering over her
Menu at the Adonis that kept her enraptured
“Well Honey, what’s it gonna be?”
Barbie’s voice oozed of impatience
Not taking her eyes off The Gorgeous One,
She replied softly, “I need more time.”
Barbie’s demeanor escalated from
Impatience to hysterical--“More time!
Honey, you gotta order, or you gotta go!”
As the hand went to the waist
And the hip thrusted out.
Now she had enough of this witch and her
Attitude---Why couldn’t she just go somewhere
Nice to eat and be able to enjoy the view?
“No, I don’t gotta go---You do! She exclaimed
As she stood up, knocking her bag to the floor;
Menu flailing back and forth
You are SO nasty, why would I want to eat
Here? You probably SPIT in the food!”
The waitress stood back, aghast
What evolved next was most of the patrons
Getting up and leaving; unpaid checks and
Half-eaten plates the fallout of this outburst
The owner, who tried to assure people there was
No saliva in the food, bellowed for the waitress
To get into his office while the rest of the staff
Scurried around trying to recover from the
Losses they incurred
As she took a deep breath, picked up her
Bag and her dignity, The Gorgeous One
Came from behind, put his arm around her
And smiled
“That was the greatest thing I ever saw,
He said as his eyes shone intensely on her
What’s your number?” And she felt like a
Rocket flying to the Moon
Elation to go.........with a side order of
Breathless