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In this world, we encounter things in which we realize.
In this world, what lies within us, is only the facts of life.
Within this world, we are to overcome our fears and factualization.
And from within this world, I've have overcome the painful rifes:
My mother is like a psychiatric person who had stopped taking their medication
Because every time, she seems to be able to kill every day with her own self-frustration.
My father is like a hypocritical liar who cannot stick to one statement at a time
Because everything he says he will do to make everything better always just does the same
thing like my mother; another senseless crime.
My sister is like a prudent princess who has her ups and downs.
Because she is strong in what she believes in, along with the fact that she expects a lot out of
me and from all around.
My best friend is like a lost animal being driven away from the current of the sea,
Because she and I are no longer the best of friends we used to be.
My nephew is like the little angel that gave all his light to the earth
Because ever since he had shown his light, he had been called back Home to watch the
miracles rebirth.
My nephew's little brother is like a bundle of joy that constantly reminds me of his older
brother in respect and honor,
Because everything he did, every little laugh that came out of his little mouth, was as
inspiring as his older brother's voice that always pondered.
My friends are like those caffeine products that exceed excitement
Because every time I seem to have fallen down, they are always the ones to be my
enlightenment.
My enemies are like those prying voices that seem to try to break through my mind
Because with all their might they try to fill my life with echoing lies tend to become entwined.
My life is like a roller coaster that has its ups, downs, and also its broken stops from
dysfunction
Because of all the tragic twist and turns of events that are attracted to my distinction.
My reflection of my own self is like those lying mirrors found in a fun house, created to lie;
Because from things that I have been influenced with; lying comes very easily to me with no
one even bothering to ask why.
It’s not just bricks and mortar
Nor a distant memory
But the ground roots of our livelihood
And our future destiny.
As this place prepares to close
When the final bell will sound
To mark the end of education
On these few acres of ground
So as the winds of change
Whistle down St Andrews Street
Time to take a look behind
Before it beats the last retreat....
To days when health and safety
Had not bound us up in rules
When “clackers”, “chinas”, “conkers”
Were all the rage in schools.
Chocolate crunch with strawberry custard
Was “ haute cuisine” at dinners
And monitors patrolled the room
Catching non-veg eating sinners !
Then there were school productions
That often caused a rumpus
I was told I didn’t look fierce enough
As a pirate in Columbus
It’s where I learnt the facts of life
Red faced at every showing
We gathered in the dining hall
To watch “living and growing”.
Girls in groups around the field
Playing games with white elastic
Or spinning tubes around their heads
Making noises quite fantastic
And on those heady summer days
In the shade of orchard trees,
I’d have my packed lunch and my drink
Smelling hops upon the breeze.
Groups of boys in mass migration,
Was quite a common sight ,
Swarming like bees round honey
To the battle cry of “fight!”
“Top cat” was on the telly
And so was “ Hong Kong Fooey”
We all brought board games into school
On the feast day of St Louis
Queuing up in tennis courts
Then marching to assembly,
I doubt they had such crowd control
For the FA cup at Wembley.
The changing rooms down by the pool
Were not far from the gym,
Where ropes and box and benches
Were designed to do you in.
Bassets sherbet from the tuck shop
A treat beyond belief
Matched only by the popping
Of “space rocks” on your teeth
So when the corridors are empty
And the babbling voices still,
Theses echoes and these memories
Shall future musings fill .....
For it’s not just bricks and mortar
Not just a place to swat and cram
It’s where the building blocks of selfhood
Turn the boy into a man.
I am not a Buddhist
But a friend of mine you see
Is a student of the Dharma
And passes on to me
The wisdom of the ages
To help me understand
That though there is suffering
There’s also goodness in the land
Suffering the product of envy pride and greed
Subject to Karmic forces both good and bad indeed
To help diminish suffering good Karma is required
In striving for enlightenment we also are inspired
To think right thoughts do right deeds and speak only of the truth
But idealism optimism all easier found in youth
Seems to fade with age, experience and onslaught of nightly news
But still many try to find the good and build more positive views
With succor in religion through life they try to face
The misery and suffering so rampant in life’s race
Like Buddhists Christians Jews and Muslims who all see a better place
They depend on the good we do right now to earn reward and grace
So all the world’s religions depend on another life
To rescue us from ourselves and hunger thirst and strife
But I am not a Buddhist a Christian or a Jew
I’m forced to face the facts of life that seem to be too true
We’re stuck here in Samsara with no hope for some relief
From all we do to ourselves that cause us so much grief
All the Karmic forces that drive us to despair
Greed corruption affliction overwhelming everywhere
But in the end we can depend on relief from all discouragement
Because in the end it's all too true that all things are impermanent
Life will end and with its' passing peace will finally reign
Relieving us from misery suffering and pain
Unfortunately for the Buddhist death is no way out
He’s forced to return again and again to try to work things out
An eternity of attempting to overcome our nature
Never even coming close to avoiding all the danger
Of being reborn into a world becoming stranger and stranger
The mess we created is here to stay
No matter how hard or much we pray
So my advice to you while you still have life....
Appreciate the gift
Enjoy what you can
It’s part of the plan
And try to give others a lift
Howard Tunick
May 2015
The finest of wisdom and prophetic gifts are limited.
All human knowledge and understanding are finite.
I can think of at least two things that are inevitable.
In one form or other, taxes is certain the world over. All life forms, without exception, are destined to die.
Concerning taxes? Decisions and choices can be made relative to quantity and regularity. However, if we live, buy, or sell, we shall pay certain forms or kinds of taxes. In some respects, even the dead also pay taxes.
Speaking of the dead, death is the certain “inescapable”.
Choices do come into play, relative to lifestyle choices. Accidents, crimes, war, sickness, and diseases are major contributors in assisting us in reaching our final destiny.
Although death is certain, there are certain choices on our part as well as that of others that may alter or delay death. Furthermore, there are many factors that determine what become of our lives or what we do therewith. So much of what I do between the dashes makes a world of difference with regards to my destiny.
There are the ‘facts of life’, but there are also the ‘forks of life'. It is unrealistic for me to say that when I come to a fork in the road, I will take it. At the fork, a choice is forced upon me to go left, right, or turn around. Of course I may also choose to do neither, and till death, spend my wheels at the fork.
A tree, a flower, or a roe of vegetable plants have different reasons for existence before they reach their final destinies. Moreover, they must be properly and carefully nourished if they are to realize their ultimate purpose. Certain interactions have to take place. Whether it be the sun, the rain, the bees, the human touch, or all the above, there simply is no worthwhile life without cooperation between the solar system, earth elements, and all the species.
Our creator has graciously provided all those ‘facts of life’;
But it is up to us to choose and decide at the ‘forks of life’.
04182016 cj PS Contest, Destiny Or Choices, by Nayda Ivette Negron
...................................{Man's Forsaken Earth}
Angels cry for my Sister for she grieves from beyond meaning.
Witnesses of "the-monsters-of-the-minds" constant scheming.
Monsters forged from memories etched during youthful days unwise.
All tricks of emotional fears and feelings of evil plans devised.
When there's no one to shine light in darkness, horrible shadows tarry.
Eerie uneasiness to haunt and taunt, and fill virgin souls with worry.
The weight of the world causes us to undertake common laws to abide.
To forsake the children given us, and not have them by our side.
To protect them from all harmfulness, and calm their jittery nerves.
To cuddle, hug, and kiss with love; all that they deserve.
Yea, we are forced to turn toward everything else on man's forsaken earth.
Obliged to leave them in the care of others from the very moment of birth.
To work our souls from dusk to dawn for all we think is worth.
To acquire the riches of fort Knox or half its equal girth.
Just to give them simple things; as only to live and play.
That now takes most Moms and Dads to work hard every day.
Angels cry for all the babies snatched from loving arms.
Those compelled to go through life without all its finer charms.
It's not the fault of he or she or any single being.
But powers of the misunderstood, unknowledgeable blinded unseeing.
They say it's a reason for all things, but we mostly don't know why.
I'm told all secrets will reveal themselves, on the day that we die.
We are not to questions the facts of life; can't say that this is true.
But until it is all over with; what else are we to do.
Why has our innocence toyed with until we are bitter, sick, and ill?
And of all the efforts to stop this fate, sadly it's happening still.
When I think of all the wounded spirits gone awry and left to fly__
around the earth... at heaven's gates; I join the Angels to cry.
~~~When you have angels on your side, you have everything! Sis~~~
Puzzle Man
Sex is sex with connections
According to “them”, chemistry plays a part
There are a lot of ins and outs, ups and downs with coitus
It has been suggested certain parts are needed for functionality
Utilization of external & internal parts might be required
Facts of life in accordance with birds and bees philosophy
“They” say it’s all about relations, (perhaps aided by vibrators or vibrations)
There are 3 kinds of sex;
1.) Playing by oneself with one self
2.) Sex between 2 persons
3.) Orgies? Or morgies? Or mortgages? (ménage a trios might fit this
category)
I’m confused about mortgages and it does not sound like fun
Then there’s sex with animals but that’s just wrong
Commitment plays another part, free will with honor, monogamy
Other people pay for it. (Don’t get lost. Stay focused. We’re talking sex.)
A business transaction, that comes with or without diseases
Trying not to be litigious
“They” also say other things regarding human beings and sex
Compatibility, social, economic, religious components weigh in
All is well with puzzle man….if he has a home, a job, a car
The car, as far as we know, always trumps a bike when dating
Competition is healthy in relations “they” say
Parties involved in coitus know
Sex doesn't happen on its own
One must be properly lubricated and maintained
Like an auto or chu chu train
I imagine it must be like a banana penetrating a donut
Not a savory sight
Again…. You need a home, or shopping cart, or car
Even up in a tree will do if you’re in the mood
To be accomplished
Reading books on what parts fit with other parts is desirable
They say the most important thing about such things is love
I wouldn't know about such things
It’s all a puzzle to a little man like me
I only have a bicycle you see so sex is out of the question
Also, I’m only 3
Mother is about to bathe me
She had better keep her hands to herself
I want to figure these things out alone and by myself
Pain and suffering which we are often forced to endure
are an anguish of the mind which we cannot ignore
at times we have tried to help someone in need
only to receive in return greater troubles to heed
To lose the power to do that which is right
nothing worse other than the greatest slight
while the more we might struggle to be set free
the more these troubles increase in their intensity
As we contemplate what the end will bring
sometimes seeing nothing but sorrow for everything
then our friends bare witness, what have we become
a confused conscience is all that we have won
As time goes by, left is but a single memory to recall
when this too is gone, what remains but our own downfall
so we seek an escape, some refuge, anywhere to run
but we find it is too late, our web has already been spun
Everything in life has a price, only sometimes we realize to late
how much precious time we wasted, as we approach our final gate
while the clock ticks away, and with the inevitable growing near
sorrowfully reflecting on our past, for in the end who would care
A smart man learns from his own mistakes, this he will never repeat
while a wise man learns from the mistakes of others, and becomes complete
why continue to waste time, why suffer from that which cannot be made straight
there is great benefit in choosing wisely to avoid pain, and avert that terrible fate
Reconcile yourself with the facts of life, real happiness comes only with sacrifice
it is foolishness for one to think, you can have both worlds living a life of vice
just weigh the temporal pleasures you so much sought, and what they really cost
in the world of truth we will find, only righteousness is ours, all else will be lost
one thing you have to learned is to let go all of the frustration learned to let it flow
letting go is not the easy thing you know but as you grow you start to brake free
and then you will know just how strong and not weak and wrong for wanting to move on
to better positive structure building a foundation from the ground up takes passion thick skin must of all self respect for self and others when you build you a accomplish when you demolish you destroy with no chance of rebuilding what once was will never be but a distance memory
A flower must be watered in Oder to grow and blossom into its full beauty
for the eyes to see its cared for and loved when neglected it attracts more candidates
that will care and nu-retch the abandoned seed but who is to say if treated lovingly our poorly
for not every book can be read by its cover read between the lines take notes of the first red flag is a sign of danger appearances can derisive like night and day
we learn from our mistakes from making the stakes that much harder on our selves
were so bend on in eye for in eye that we forget we are blind when it comes to matters
of the heart we derisive our selves into believing all is well when in reality all looking in can see what is not apparent to you for a loving heart cant see no wrong but by pass wrong doing
for the sake of being accepted and loved but at the same time in the wrong persons for what you offer has so much value that often then none is not return in full in what ever relationships we in counter disappointment we grow as we move on letting go makes you the better stronger positive respected self powered humanly possible person most of all happily loved
Author's note: After recently reading Elizabeth McCann's piece "Life and Everything", I was reminded of this piece that I put together some years ago. These are some "catchphrases" that I have encountered on my journey to "another place". Maybe some of you dear readers can/will come up with more to add to the list.
High life, low life, the good life,
The life of the party, life after death,
Married life, the single life,
One life to live, a lifetime, lifeline,
Lifeless, full of life, lifelike,
Nightlife, alien lifeform, Herbalife,
Miller High Life, life skills, life's work,
Life span, "For Once In My Life",
Life on the edge, life insurance,
The gift of life, the spice of life,
Signs of life, "This Is Your Life",
The story of my life, "It's a Wonderful Life",
Life goes on, lifeboat, Lifesaver,
Living life to the fullest, love life,
"It's a Hard Knock Life", life's rich tapestry,
Human life, life on earth, the staff of life,
Life sentence, the rest of my life,
Breath of life, the book of life,
Wildlife, academic life, life of Riley,
Spiritual life, clinging to life, city life,
"The Life of Brian", a former life,
Still life, "Imitation of Life", life jacket,
Life raft, life partner, life expectancy,
Lifestyle, way of life, "Give Me the Simple Life",
Life of crime, monastic life, slice of life,
If I had my life to live over, MetLife,
A matter of life or death, the facts of life,
Spark of life, "I regret that I have but one life…",
"It's not the men in my life, it's the life in my men…"(Mae West),
A hell of a thing to happen to a person,
That's life!
Addendum:
1. Always look on the bright side of life (David Kavanagh)
("A Question of Balance", 2019, original encaustic)
An Unbalanced Equation
My wife is in the middle of her cataract procedure,
One eye done and another to go.
Generally, it’s a remarkable thing
Which we take for granted -
Both our sight and the technology to repair it.
I think of the doctor doing her surgery
How he helps hundreds a year
And tens of thousands in his career.
And the machine's inventor and manufacturer
Who help millions
Then compare this degree of benefit
To those among us who do nothing positive
And those who do plenty negative.
There’s no comparison
Yet we’re told by the scolds
That everyone is equal
When it’s obvious to even the simplest
That we’re not.
These are the simple facts of life
We’re not all equal
Nor of equal worth
And in a just world this is recognized
With either reward or punishment
We live in such a just world
But only just.
It’s a world in flux
Always a little out of balance
As it spins on its tilted wobbly axis.
And as bad as that may seem
It’s exactly as it should be.
Life after all isn’t at all about a static state
Nor so much about balance itself
As the harmony that comes
From balancing the conflicts and contradictions
Our wobbly tilted spinning way brings.
This is our first conscious lesson in life after all,
That walking is a series of controlled falls
And that running, hopping and jumping are fun
And that the way forward
Can only come from trying and failing
Getting up and trying again.
We do this enough,
Surrounded by enough different others
And we discover the harmony
The imbalance holds.
(8/16/24)