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EDUCATE OR ERADICATE?
A child's education turns out to be cruel
If they only learn about sex education., and not life coping rules
And ultimately, my angel, it's the children that will pay
Because nine months later, a new life is on its way
Education can be a gift, and some of it will have a great purpose
But, it's useless when they have to figure out how to hire a wet nurse
Help children know more, show them how much more they can dream
Of a much greater future, let them know what that means
Demand now that high schools implement more life strategies
Children can't learn something different if it's only the diapers they'll see
Children won't get to have a mind until they are taught how it can expand
If you don't know, then learn together, think twice and take command
Change the patterns that keep on growing in each generation
The technology we have today can help us unite our nation
Children don't need to walk the roads, that you all walked down before
They are autonomous, give them back their mind, and you'll see so much more
It is up to you, my angel if you let society make you cower
Get control of your mind right now, because a child is like a flower
They will grow if you give them love, knowledge and feel the sun
Or they will wither and die in the darkness, paying for their mistakes alone
(c) Giggles the Poet
April 6, 2018, 3:00 a, m.
We often hear from people that education failed them. That’s because our industrial age models of learning don’t prepare us for our rapidly changing world. Nor do they teach us the things we need to be extraordinarily happy, free, healthy, and fulfilled.
Prepare your child mindfully and they will EMPOWER themselves in ways we couldn't as children. A child will learn more if you give them their mind to explore. Help them THINK ABOUT THINKING, UNDERSTAND THEIR EMOTIONS ARE IN THEIR CONTROL. Help them learn ways of communicating, ways that we were never taught, and you will give them riches beyond the material....riches OF THE SOUL
Help them THINK about THINKING and they will grow EMPOWERED.
They do not need to walk our roads, know our path. Help them make theirs and you will see more through their eyes
FEAR - FOCUS EMPOWERMENT AND RESILIENCE
SKILLS FOR PILLS
It was a woodcut in our high school history text, Unit 4 Beginnings of the
Modern World, that so disturbed,
from the Nuremburg Chronicles depicting the burning of the Jews, flat
perspective,
faces of the victims among flames, in no particular agony, not especially
Jewish,
during the Black Death 1/3 of Europe died 1347-1351 alone. Although
you die together you die alone.
Earlier that week, I had attended our 6th grade's performance of Fiddler on
the Roof, thinking
Coltrane should have recorded Matchmaker as a bookend to My
Favorite Things
but as the play darkened
with the town's absorption into the diaspora, democracy
yet unthought of and rule of law a fig leaf for authority
Jasper, who played Zero Mostel, delivered his line well to the effect
you're just doing your jobs while wrecking our lives.
Anyway, nothing like that is happening here, is it?
The gardener planting tomatoes, the gravedigger finding skulls,
there is so much life a little death won't matter.
Jasper
was a beautiful ham,
big as Zero.
A friend posed
this question: must all states be melting pots like the United States?
I said yes
not because they should but since
it's inevitable. Let labor flow like capital!
America was the last word of the play and brought a tear of pride to my
eye.
Immigration, exasperating argument re the Other.
How many's more than enough? 9 billion, a rational,
real number that exceeds or
we're convinced
is within the carrying capacity of the planet.
Climate change is the new Black Death.
I like the Amerindian body type and face mixed in with the European,
African.
The irrepressible economy rolls out reams of logs, ores of elements, bags
of ice, fields of rice.
Embargo. The moon stares, bare, full of interstellar space.
Better a cold shoulder than a visit from our military.
The crazy Nazis must have felt themselves extraordinarily compassionate
toward the mother, earth, the goddess, history, or some such
abstraction and, thus, acted on a fraction of all they did not know.
Selfless soldiers just doing their jobs guarding the border or,
on the other hand, collecting fagots for the burning of the Jews.
Jayden Makieh Kelly
Around seven months you were growing so rapidly and so was my love for you. I couldn’t wait until I could see your face, hold you, squeeze you, and forever be with you. With the start of our last trimester, and with only about two more months to go, I could only say, “boy has time flown by so fast“! In the next month or so your baby shower will be taking place, and before you know it, you’ll soon be in my arms at last. I had much to be thankful for that Thanksgiving. I had a loving, caring family, and you growing within me, healthy and living. At eight months I took time off from work to sit back and relax from that place. I think I more than deserved to put my feet up and take a break from that environment that was so fast-paced. You still moved so actively around and your head even tumbled down. For you were steadily growing bigger and had assumed the position ready for birth! With your head down and your feet stuck in my ribs you did give mommy a little bit of hurt. It was said that at that point you were supposed to be all cramped up and not be able to move so much. But, you felt like a pro kick boxer with cement boots so I really did disagree with such. Doctor appointments went from every other week to every week in a blink of an eye. Your baby shower took place on January 29th 2005 and boy was it a surprise! In preparation your nana ran herself crazy, but none of this seemed to shockingly amaze me. She went days without much sleep and muscle aches, yes this is true. For your nana wanted the very best and she did this all out of love for me and you. The center was pleasing to the eyes in colors of blue, yellow, teal, purple, and white. There wasn‘t too many spots where balloons and other décor wasn‘t in sight. That day the weather wasn‘t so great because there was sleet, snow and ice. Therefore, not too many people showed up but everything still went extraordinarily nice. The gifts that were given melted my heart and there was nothing that could take that smile off of my face, even though against time we had to race. We played games, laughed and had much fun and before we knew it time crept up and it was all over and done.
Form:
We met in the park, one glorious summer day
there was an instant attraction we both felt
The touch of our fingers was very electrical.
I was quite taken by the intensity of her beauty,
dark onyx eyes, penetrating so very deep
as her olive skin, black hair possessed my heart.
Amazed how easily she comandeered my heart
The whole of her, was not just her beauty
The depth of her persona, I had easily felt
As only one can feel someone so electrical
Before long her feelings, my feelings grew deep
It helped the two of us to be happy each day.
I couldn't live without her in my life each day
She says, "Lover, your touches has my body electrical
As you send so many sensations coursing down deep
and in all my life, these sexual feelings, I never felt."
"Know, my feelings, reaches far greater then your beauty,
so, life without you, it would crush my very loving heart."
"Lover, how did you ever capture my hardened heart?"
"You were like swimming in blue waters, so very deep
and I decided to take a chance with showing how I felt
about who you are were, never about all of your beauty.
It was me capturing you, your heart to love you each day
because, I want you to keep feeling all inside, so electrical."
"I feel when things falls apart in life, and losing what is electrical
and when the darkness of sad moments, takes over each day.
Then, we need to bring back the love within my heart, your heart
and remember what it was that created what you and I felt.
Which in God's destined for our faith and love to become very deep.
Yes my love, in you it wasn't all about your outward beauty."
I had fallen in love with something you have, a greater inner beauty
and it comes through extraordinarily wonderful each day.
It is the sincerity you possess that makes you so electrical
as I know It was iI, that was able to open your locked and hardened heart.
You have heard my words, which are very heart felt.
They come from the depths of heart which are very are profoundly deep.
No more swimming in waters which may become so very deep
and yet, when , we will age together, we will smile at what we felt
and think back upon the life we shared and it's wonderful beauty!
jeezis …
didn’t you know?
you HAD to know
you were there, too
you felt it -
you said so
before I said a WORD
you had expressed it …
perfectly
you were the river I swam up
slow
deep
pristine
warm and welcoming …
touch, caress, kiss, impel, look …
look …
looking
straight to your soul
no walls
no games
no pretense or curves
your eyes were my HOME
my eyes …
your playground
WE … were the source
that place where identity meshed
chaotic passion
a swirl of ids and motions and
ecstatic desire
so rare …
so incredibly rare
didn’t you know that??
you HAD to
I know you did …
and that’s what is so senseless
that’s what angers me
in the dark hours
the black moments
the moments of loss and
reality and regret
was that sacrifice worth it?
I wish I knew …
oh, how I pray to heaven it WAS
for you …
for what does that say about me …
about my worth …
my value …
my desirability??
the saddest thing
for ME
is that I can NOT answer that question
maybe …
just maybe, you CAN
but it’s the last thing I ever want to
hear leave your lips …
not because it wouldn’t be the truth
not because it would ache to the marrow
not because it might change everything between us …
but because everything you think and
feel and say … is now moot …
your betrayal of those
priceless, precious, extraordinarily
rare and invaluable things
has shown me that you cherish the
tangible over the intangible -
that your priorities are the
things you can hold and see and
put comfort in …
and THAT actuality in itself
proves that all those soul-deep,
profoundly intense conversations we
had about what is truly
important in life -
those things that enrich the
spirit and give love it’s meaning and
immortality -
were just so much effluvium …
thistles on the winds of passing
that you puffed away
with one weak, careless breath
and despite all the
miraculous connections we once had -
the joy and passion and
heart-melding experiences -
those priorities haven’t made ME worthless
(though I spent years believing so)
they’ve made your AFFECT upon me worthless
and in the grandest
most honest and cherished schemes of life
I just no longer …
give a damn.
I want to explore God’s nature and its surreal sunset that I cannot deny
Again, He is our haven-like abode
I want to play in the fields of the unknown
I need to keep away from really scary things
I’ll make a pathway to venture on my own
Exploring through the nature is fun and seeing what fun brings
Seeing things like snakes and having so much fun
It is dangerous, but the world is beautiful
I love the nature and find my pathway of the sun
It is fun to explore and it is so remarkable
Tossing a ball and climbing a tree sounds so fun and nice to do
Let’s not stay inside, but be outdoors and explore some more
Every silly dog in the town likes to sing and bark in a chorus too
Let’s escape outside and I want to see happiness that I adore
Let’s hop around and skip about on a small hill
We just want to have a good time
You can find me, having a fine and dandy thrill
Discover the excitement in its prime
I can dig and extraordinarily explore
For, I know what I’m truly looking for
I will find out what I’m made out of
I will explore this town wherever I rove
The trees are as high as clouds in this wilderness of lovely scenery
I know people want to act so bad, but I want to be glad and have a fun day
I want to explore the nature full of birds and animals of plenty, you see?
I know kids want to make fun of me, but I just want to wipe away my dismay
I want to go ahead and see God’s nature and not go behind, where I’ll be left behind
I see bunnies, quails and butterflies that are numerous as the stars in the blue sky
I see moths, locusts and other insects that are so interesting to my imaginative mind
Let’s go see a burrow of the bunnies and find nests for the birds, then watch them fly
These trees are small and tall and all sorts of sizes
We can explore to see treasures and other prizes
We are trekking rocks and sticks and finding animals and their homes tonight
We are walking around the woods in delight and hiking with our majestic might
Then, I see cars drive by on the road
I just want to chill on this rock while watching the clouds’ blanket the sky
Written by J.W. Earnings and KAP
I want to explore God’s nature and its surreal sunset that I cannot deny
Again, He is our haven-like abode
I want to play in the fields of the unknown
I need to keep away from really scary things
I’ll make a pathway to venture on my own
Exploring through the nature is fun and seeing what fun brings
Seeing things like snakes and having so much fun
It is dangerous, but the world is beautiful
I love the nature and find my pathway of the sun
It is fun to explore and it is so remarkable
Tossing a ball and climbing a tree sounds so fun and nice to do
Let’s not stay inside, but be outdoors and explore some more
Every silly dog in the town likes to sing and bark in a chorus too
Let’s escape outside and I want to see happiness that I adore
Let’s hop around and skip about on a small hill
We just want to have a good time
You can find me, having a fine and dandy thrill
Discover the excitement in its prime
I can dig and extraordinarily explore
For, I know what I’m truly looking for
I will find out what I’m made out of
I will explore this town wherever I rove
The trees are as high as clouds in this wilderness of lovely scenery
I know people want to act so bad, but I want to be glad and have a fun day
I want to explore the nature full of birds and animals of plenty, you see?
I know kids want to make fun of me, but I just want to wipe away my dismay
I want to go ahead and see God’s nature and not go behind, where I’ll be left behind
I see bunnies, quails and butterflies that are numerous as the stars in the blue sky
I see moths, locusts and other insects that are so interesting to my imaginative mind
Let’s go see a burrow of the bunnies and find nests for the birds, then watch them fly
These trees are small and tall and all sorts of sizes
We can explore to see treasures and other prizes
We are trekking rocks and sticks and finding animals and their homes tonight
We are walking around the woods in delight and hiking with our majestic might
Then, I see cars drive by on the road
I just want to chill on this rock while watching the clouds’ blanket the sky
Written by KAP and J.W. Earnings
sigh ...
there is no shortage
of gloom and doom these days
we are in the midst of something unseen in our time
and the fear and hysteria is palpable
that said, I'm not taking the blue pill ... no way
reality is important, as are fear and caution
those darker things keep us safe
they temper our decisions and guide our courses
still, choice comes down to line-of-site ...
every time I say or do or affect anything
remotely encouraging or positive or optimistic ...
a thick, cold, wet blanket is thrown
the "reality", I am told ...
here's the thing -
I've been in pharmacy and
medicine and science my whole life
and from the beginning of this viral monster
I've been extraordinarily aware of the "reality" of this rabbit hole
odds, numbers, percentages, statistics
trials, results, vaccines, treatments
sobering, to say the least
but HOPE is a reality as well, just as sobering
and while these aged-but-wise
lungs of mine can still push gases
I'll choose to take the hopeful, encouraging, OPTIMISTIC tack
bring on the darkness and gloom
I have been to hell and back a number of times
I know the darkness well
and therein shine the most glorious of suns
oh, I absorb and process and consider all the dark
and cold and discouraging elements of this horrible pandemic
(anyone would be foolish NOT to know the weight of this disease
or understand the deadly seriousness
of all that comes with it)
but sunlight can peep through a wee hole
and it is THOSE rays that will always draw my gaze
life IS hope, from where I sit
and as long as I can type -
as long as I embrace this gift of mine for crafting words
I'll consider it my duty to use that tool
at least in some part
for the promotion of all things shiny
bright, optimistic, encouraging
happy, joyous, hopeful, halcyon, uplifting
heartening, upbeat, inspiring
and absurdly sunny
call me delusional - I've been called MUCH worse
it won't bother me ... much, lol
but ...
this is no fantasy land or careless dream I'm living in
it's simply the brighter reality
that I CHOOSE to see ...
the more hopeful future
I choose to anticipate.
Off the train I hit the streets
and start laughing. This is ridiculous,
incomprehensible. How can innumerable bipeds
have individual inner lives. Why are they doing
what they’re doing? I have no answer
New York City but to also go about my business
in this case prepare for surgery, survival.
But why survive with so many exact replicas
to replace me? A swarm of ants or hive of bees,
social organisms they’re called, climbing
over each other, avoiding bumping and amazingly
making way, anticipating the sudden turns
and straight paths of others, strangers but brothers,
sisters incubating, the cells of a small
organ, nodes of a single semi-conscious organism.
The concept of a higher power that cares
for me is also risible yet how else
can I explain the surgeon and his team,
robots and magnetic resonance imaging machines,
all primed and trained to save my life.
They are not particularly interested in what
I do with my time. I am immediately
in love with the Irish brogue of the head nurse,
the Indian skin of the physician’s assistant.
The long extraordinarily thin
fingers of the famous surgeon. All
mine to savor (and the other cancer patients).
Back on the streets, rush to the train.
So many women to choose from! One
in fishnet stockings stands out, tall
calm, still, graceful. No cell, no hair, no hurry.
Yesterday’s suicidal thoughts: the mind
is a clever servant, insufferable master. Therefore,
meditate on this: absolute need, dependence on the Other.
I still like Hombre, The Shootist and Ulzana’s Raid
but realize those dead heroes
were subordinate to society: the gun manufacturers who armed them.
Thus, I go for cancer tests, accepting, not predicting results.
Hero accepting help.
A torrential rain following five days of flooding,
tornadoes out west busting up wooden towns
all because too many of us are hoarding plastic, herding electrons.
None of us know how it will end, what the outcome will be
(of our surgery). The best that can be said is
Don’t forget to breathe. And you might
as well believe in that higher power.
Stung with the absence of his father, he excruciatingly rumbled deep inside of his mother’s womb.
He stormed out already filled with disappointing void.
The mother’s joy was of uncertainty.
Memories of her husband, flashed back right in her face once again.
She could feel the exhaustion of a lifetime encircled around her and the weight and magnanimity of raising the beautiful baby on her own.
Two years creeped by and the bond between them was legendary.
The love was so constant and consistent, like the sun will rise.
Their friendship thrived through the encroached stormy desert.
Her wings unfolded like an angel, extraordinarily patient as a lion hunting.
The fondness between them was as phenomenal as THE SERPENT GOD at chichen Itza, that he was unceremoniously detached from her.
A devastation of a 4-5 year old separation to a foreign land, felt like an erupted-never-ending-volcanic-nightmare.
The purpose of that crushing disconnection, was feeble.
he was starved off of food, shelter and raiment.
Apportioned milk from animals became the only privilege given.
The purest and cleanest form of consumed water, was of a residual of donkeys streamed through the shin of an old dirty black slave man.
An occasional feasting on birds, caught through invented-trapping.
With innocence, he’ll apathetically rip the head, feathers of the little creatures with bare hands, bury them in the sand of the mountain top desert, hours later, it’s BEANO.
He was deprived of even just a glimpse of his family for all those years, he wimped in loneliness.
And on a dark frightful night, came the growl of the famous fox, but he survived.
Life is fickle and comes without no warning and can’t be anticipated.
Survival can not be measured by *echoes* of preventions, it is destined and destiny is not always a gift.
The tale unfolds in hardship, a narrative woven through the threads of resilience and survival. The bond between mother and child, tested by separation, echoes the unpredictable journey of life—a journey marked by both strength and vulnerability.