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It's easy to set the goal, and even put the process in motion, but continuing to push forward through struggles and frustration can require a shove to help draw out that emotional leverage. ~ Leigh Wilson
Emotional happiness is a goal everyone would like to reach
but attaining that destination is not something anyone can teach.
The use of leverage is a viable solution to ignite the flames of fire,
ones to use as sparks to light the way to have the life we desire
There are several emotional concepts that I label after reflection
that can motivate us and others to live life without objection
Pride is usually thought of as a trait for which we shouldn't strive
but it can also prove to be a useful tool that can keep hope alive
for it can take a look at goals that were achieved or things done right.
A point worth making; it opens a window giving slivers of foresight
Joy is an emotion everyone feels when a goal is accomplished
Any lever can be used to amplify an advantage that can be wished
Something as simple as talking with others can make joy a reality
It's a resource to change a behavior or attitude; not a hyperbole
Hope allows us to have expectations of a life that we find fulfilling
But life often pushes back with frustrations that could use distilling
That's when we pivot, as a lever to make struggles less intimidating
By facing problems head on, seeking solutions, instead of placating
The fear factor dwells inside everyone when feeling uncertainty
or an immediate threat, but it can be levered with a bit of diversity,
a change in some areas of our lives where we experience less stress
The more advantages we can obtain, we'll feel threats much less
Anger is perhaps the biggest obstacle to having emotional well-being
but used as a leverage, it can be used as a key that allows the freeing
from threats that we experience, disrupting our sense of independency,
enabling us to feel self-compassion and toward others with clemency
Then there is the prospect of shame, used to encourage and persuade
ourselves and others to avoid an action or a decision, wrongly made
when we, or others might find out about a socially undesirable action.
Leveraging devices give gentle shoves that lead to emotional satisfaction.
Although you have acquired enough Might
But you do not have any moral Right
To render this humanity in a merciful Plight
As through your dreadful mental Flight
You have achieved the destructive Height
The situation now has become so Tight
That just with a provocation Slight
A ' Nuclear War' is very much in Sight
Think of the day after the ' Nuclear Night'
It would be full of Death, Sorrow and Fright
So now is the only time to Alight
From your towering plans to Fight
Think of the future, turn it Bright
Live with the nature, enjoy its Light
So keeping this reality in Foresight
To Trump and Kim, I lent an Insight
They decided to meet, with an Invite
And finally this time, without any Qualm
Each having Peace, written on his Palm
They are now meeting, this time in Vietnam
Hope they behave, quite cool and Calm
MEETING SCENARIO
For the second time, they would now Meet
With a warm handshake, expected to Greet
Both will relish, the Vietnamese Treat
Ready to achieve, a historic Feat
While each carrying his strategic Folder
Trump walking tall, looking a bit Older
He puts his hands, on Kim's Shoulder
Peace is emanating, from every Boulder
HEATED ARGUMENTS
With each other now, they would Bump
Kim then saying, while attacking Trump:
Decide whose country , is a den of Vice
You were the inventors, of this Device
And attacked Japan, intentionally Twice
Now trying to give us, so cunning Advice
When these facts, Kim may Apprise,
Trump will be taken, by great Surprise
Would claim that step, was really Wise
To halt the war, that was on the Rise
SENSIBLE DISCUSSIONS
Look..... fully loaded is our Nuclear Cart
Pressing our buttons, can make them Dart
To alter the world's, geographical Chart
If destructive invention, is a scientific Part
It's effective prevention, is a humanistic Art
So never let this, foul game Start
Retreat happily, with a clearer Heart.
World would accept us, as very Smart.
Dear Mother
i dont l;like the drugs
and as I fly
so low and high
my way
turned loose
the drugs
well
they like me
Ode to mom
what could this be?
beaten on the floor
to find the thoughts of butterflies
beaten on the floor and chased away
the crack in me
to start my life again
he cant hurt you anymore
but its ion my way
And as i do it my way
they all fall
like kissed roses in the falling leaves
of an s.o.s
Into the crooked ***** cops
that squirm to swallow
what does it matter to the tiny dancers that hold the answers
when its not healthy to feel
If i Turn you Loose
If your NoT afraid of your mind thats losing it
and the loves testing all of me
if you are not afraid
afraid of anything
to second guess your sanity
Dear mother can you find the light
to tickle me
and find the light
take it all over head over heals
as this world surrounds me
and as everyone makes this hard
will someone come rescue from my mind
when i picked my poison
turned loose to find
im weak and powerless
to feel open
powerless to feel that we are the same
begging for someone to help me
and its not healthy when we cant sleep at night
Love is testing thee but who holds the key?
When im delusional and complicated
can you see the tangents i explore after i have condensed the matter
and been down before?
does it make sense to them all?
can you cure me out of your fears
drag the demons from me and sleep in the beauty of thoughts that magically
heal me?
im far to oblivious to approach the treasured bliss
inside of me
to awaken miserably rescue the sleeping purity
im poisoned yet treasured and drunken on needles
to kiss this feathered winged angel one more time
whose far too fooled to wake me from my slumber
and sleep in the futility of the treasured desires
that lie inside of all of us withered souls
ode to Mother dear mother i have something to say do you see it in hear
anywhere im looking inside once again to clean this closet with this stained
hands to see why
did i turn out this way
mama
mama
mama
just turn away and know its not your fault
i pave my own way by riding coat tails
and one day i will show you how
and hail all the poisoned apples
of hopeless sleepless beauties ive awoken to find
Lonely child
Dwelling under this roof that use to be bullet proof
I sit out here lost home alone
With visions of you that I carry when you were still at home
I await daily to feel your love over the discourse we have on the phone
This house remains vacant
And the fresh smelled aroma from you washing our laundry still lingers throughout the vents
Coming up from the basement
And the walls still echoe your consoling voice
After the authorities came in and abducted you surviving standing alone has been my only choice
Im a lonely child
Your 1 out of 5 children with adopted emotions of an only child
And when they sentenced you to fifthteen years in prison my entire world turned wild
Dedicated to my 4th child my love
Im still your big bright eyed child only subtract the smile
Because when these floors get to creaking your footsteps it questions me was your crime really worth the while
I envision you in the kitchen, in my bedroom planting kisses in my sleep
Awakening me to late walmart runs
Say’n son come grab a videogame its gonna be fun
You ten years in now we walking down them miles
You stated Son hindsight is always better than foresight
And if I was thinking rational and sober it wouldnt had resulted to this and Ill redo that night
I should have been grateful and appreciated all that I had
And if I retained the knowledge I hold today
You wouldnt be displaying those perplexed frowns living sad
Maybe then Ill still have the presence humor of my dad
Lonely child, Its almost over now
I just pray the vacant structure is still standing
And the resentment of destruction hasnt torn it completely down
Have faith in God
He promised to restore back what we lost 10 fold
I understand your cold
And for me to keep telling you Im coming home each year is getting old
But trust God and find strength
Ill be back home and things will come back around
We will renovate that home
And it will be the best in town
You wont be left alone
And we will no longer have to express our love over this phone
The flood of your tears will reduce from being spilled
And all of your empty vacancies will then be filled
Then you wont be lonely
Sitting listening to the noises of the broken home
I left behind that crys and moans
lemme git down to figurative and virtual brass tacks
and risk introducing this veritable unknown citizen,
who feels Trump stacks
odds against supposedly “making America great again” -
vis a vis when pool sharks queue balls with top dollars on racks
displays absolute blatant commander in chief dearth,..and most often packs
near physical punch via pushing dynamic statecraft to the max
with horse betting odds, that future diplomatic sparring
will in short shrift avail his aggressive combative knick knacks
asses instances of his performance,
essentially, obviously, and unquestionably lacks
basic, democratic, futuristic foresight toward peace and harmony
thus (IN MY MIND), ratchets up local and global agitation,
demonization, gastro-intestinal jacks,
thus this brief communique from neither a constituent,
nor person of renown, but outlier who hacks
his way each day – awash with challenges
(though my location nowhere near the sea)
and myopic eyes of mine zeroing in on an unflattering
(yet on the money – averred to thee Bob Corker),
which comment this rump of a president
by blatantly, blithely, blindly axing bedrock of democracy he emotes
one already maneuvering weapons of mass destruction –
preparing for world war three
mostly arising from self created debacles,
or reverberations from in apropos responses,
now pointing fate of civilization on deadly path,
whose very defense of his own ego – oft a twittering outburst
generally creating Armstrong clustered flacks,
which aggressive stance finds Trump braggadocio
adversarial behavior cornering friends or foes backs
pushed hard against real of illusory wall
alarmingly binding coaxial wires detonating fuse to help ignite
a conflagration fomenting jackass kicking
analogous to O'Leary legend, whereat
setting combustible lantern within kicking range of a cow
sparked Chicago fire – no matter the truthfulness,
implications in my mind, HE DONALD TRUMP
HOLDS THE FATE OF MANKIND
(teetering mighty close to doomsday
on tipping point of two mixed metaphors)
AND AS A CONCERNED VOTER GIVE HIM THE BOOT!
Life from down Under
Beneath the turbulent, undulating seas of one’s life,
I have swam, against the ever changing, raging currents.
Many times, without foresight !!!, towards dire consequences.
Looking up from the depths at the underside of wave after wave
rolling over me, watching many a ship pass beneath star lit nights,
finding safe harbours, for brief moments, then moving on into the light
and the arms of new adventures, journeys into the mysteries of life.
Mysteries that this waterlogged, ancient piece of driftwood fathoms not.
This piece of driftwood, not but debris left to decay upon the shores of time lost.
Lost !!!, but never forgotten in the light of day – dreams
reflecting, refracting, sparkling like jewels upon the crest of waves.
Waves that will, across this plane, slip into the body of a safe harbour
and upon sandy shores, bask in the sun light of one’s history.
History, all that is left to a lost, old soul, a wander, an uninhibited free spirit
who has become locked within his memories hoard and the hollow shell of old age.
This spirit looking through the haze of murky H2O and into skies so blue,
remembering, reminiscing, seeing from within the darkness of oceans so deep,
of what once was, of all that could have been a much different life, but was never to be.
Accepting the currents flow, even as the stagnate waters of fate, tend to dictate,
direction, they continue to wash over one as he awaits going into that good night,
without rage he lays among the seaweeds waiting for amphibians to come and turn the page.
Upon land, many gardens were cultivated, planted with millions of seeds.
Those that blossomed gave some beauty that lingered on among the many weeds.
Voids were filled, moments were given freely, life was lived and in the end filled needs
After all is said, that has long been done, the journeys, the adventures, in spite,
were one hell of a ride and now all is said and done, one cannot hide, wrong or right
in all that has been integrated, has become nourishment for all, this old soul just had to feed.
B. J. “A ” 2
March 31st, 2019
Resurrected from the dust,
Revisited, Reviewed and Revised
October 12th, 2019
They could have ranged together foreever, in just that way
The moment of experience, un-cloaked and with innocent play
In co-creation perfect, when the Lord frequently appeared With approval and fulness of strength, and nothing he feared
Since Abel was able. That is all. Competent and true. Simple and decent.
With no agenda or aim, no cunning ploy, singing what had been recent
In the fore of his mind, as he practiced a tune sung by the Maker
It had all of the elements; a good sung to song (sing) and when beat out by a Shaker
gave to Abel the feel of the Valley floor, sauntering through the trees
Knowing which ones best to climb or to rest upon, which ones visited by bees
And those buzzin' along too added fervour and charm to the song
Made stacatto by the wounded woodpecker, fizzured by the waterfall, and then a throng
Of Quacking Ducks gave ascent to the melody with abstract acclaim
Each creature adding intensity of sound to the natural symphony that even rain
Could not anull the effect which Abel hummed about him in ambling grace
Setting the Gardens creatures to echoe his voice, even the ripple of its trace
As such, the butterfly caught up with the lad as he approached a quiet brook
The horsefly darted about; reflected on the water he could see his crook
It was one that the Lord had given him, in person, a kind of reward
The Master had told him--Abel recounted; that, to be a bard
Is the highest calling placed upon man----and the direct fashion
of Adam, the 1st Man, had been directed with all poetic devices stashed
About the garden. Except that the early fall of man qua man
had precluded the Lords consternation,--had made a loss of his plan
To fashion an Agent of Agency, much like himself, with poetic sensibility and understanding
Deep insight, sensitivity, probing knowledge, inter-connectivity, always handing
Gestures of Kindness, forward grace, intution, foresight or premonition
To each kind and creature, with soaring life, and with death in remission
Gave victory to every waking moment and in subconscious repose
God's chief agent, his first creation>carboholic, had been made already a rose
Jacques Daviel
A brilliant eye specialist Jaques Daviel,
does his cataract field at all ring a bell?
the word cataract used with utmost respect,
on his vision and foresight I duly reflect
Francisus Donders
In the same branch was Francisus Donders,
in ocular tracts the man worked wonders,
some Dutch streets bare this specialist's name,
Tilburg his birth place blessed by his fame
Joseph Forlenze
With regard to eye matters Joseph Forlenze,
became popular during French Empire let’s say,
a healer of others among them big names,
the poor got his expertise true legend claims
Allvar Gullstrand
Nobel prize winner Swede Allvar Gullstrand,
I select in this eye treatment pantheon grand,
his scholarly efforts portraying the ‘schematic eye’,
whose model of measurements to this day still apply
Herman Von Helmholz
Notable surgeon and physicist Herman Von Helmholtz,
whose top stunning feats in science fill massive vaults,
those numeric concepts on colour, sight and vision,
profound in their scope and far beyond derision
Jules Gonin
Retinal pioneer Switzerland don Jules Gonin,
prestigious eye treatment award he just didn’t win,
he earned a distinction for study of butterflies,
among his achievements and valid career highs
Charles Schwepens
Founder of Eye Research Institute Charles Scwepens,
who hailed from mouscron Belgium as it happens,
to begin with he opted for course in high maths,
before veering towards life long optical paths
Thomas Pashby
Safe sports eye care advocate Thomas Pashby,
not alone for that but prevention of spinal cord injury,
invited to Canada’s sports revered fine hall of fame,
this man knew the score and demands of the game
Tsutomu Sato
Deviser of glass scleral lens Tsutomu Sato,
a vision rich breakthrough in terms long ago,
never a widely used product this creative lens,
incipient story or tale where the eye never bends!
Thomas Von Leber
The first to spot rare eye disease Thomas Von Leber,
eternally grateful we are for this eminent favour,
German society scholarship named in his honour,
a fitting reward for this knight in shining armour
Nobody wants to hear a boring story.
'specially when voices drone, monotone
like an ancient documentary recording
or there’s so much "peace" and "happiness"
you begin to doubt sincerity
and the lack of any message
results in a lack of any clarity.
Bueller, Bueller... there’s nothing cooler
than watching eyes glaze and seal potentially mutual thoughts
The point of this being, when it came to my story
I always thought it would sound better to be more "lost"
To find the prize from a cereal box
you need to reach the very bottom
And any sense of victory
indicates a struggle once caught in
So is it possible to put one’s head in the sand
and be in the clouds at the same time?
Is it possible to sink just low enough to brush ungodliness, yet set aside
the rest of life as a distant picture of who I could be if I tried?
Potential becoming merely a word wrapped in the minutes slipping by
Folded, braided, knotted, tied
I wanted to die to myself, why did false feeling stay alive?
Personal insight and foresight must be a rarer gift
than I imagined.
It’s true you can’t always say what you’d do
until it’s in the past,
but by then
You start to relate to things you used to hate
so like a sweater with a string
that you can’t stop pulling
it starts to unravel and now an avalanche is rolling
snowballs of thoughts that melt when at a stop
lights flashing but no cops to make you promise dollars or change
I need my future rearranged
So maybe I’ll stay up and write
the best tricks of parodies and lies
And that’s okay, because on a page
manipulation’s in the author’s hands
the pen becomes a tool
and like in Huxley's "Brave New World"
we’re content to act the fool
................
....now could come the ironic moment when
you find yourself waiting for that "exciting" personal story
that I’m not actually going to tell.
Because being a poem, not a book
I can make words flowery enough to have a hook
that’s not necessarily attached to anything at all
because its beauty lies
where the
ambiguity
falls.
We all have families and friends, "so called" in our inner circles.
Can't really say much, except I love them one an all, I've myself some jerky uncles.
When we growing up it was the classic fifty's.
Our economy was strong and it wasn't so "iffy."
Their is someone in this world that I surely do trust.
Outside of Our Father. it's my wife if you must.
This lady has a heart of gold, trusts me and "Our Father."
Has the patience and foresight to see everything out of love, this is what I've gathered.
Our economy might be falling short going into the tank.
We should be thankful for our real love, our wives, we can count on them and it's Our Lord we should thank.
That He gave us loving wives to be there for us.
In times of pressure and when we are in financial crisis.
"They" say that behind every good man is a good woman.
Never met a "they" but my wife is a special human.
When I let this worlds troubles get me down, my soul-mate is there to remind me.
This is the Lord's plan don't fret what good is worry? You see.
Our Father sent this remarkable woman to be with little old me.
Don't worry about this economy Our Savior is coming soon and all will see.
That worry' debts, starvation in Africa, droughts, are just the beginning.
It's been foretold long ago, the Heavenly signs are shown, and soon we will be in Our Lord's coming Kingdom.
We are sure of one thing, Jesus will be returning to reclaim.
Keeping His word watching being vigil He's taught us, and that has always been His aim.
With my "iffy uncles, iffy friends, so called" I pray along with my wife.
That their world, their worries, are calmed knowing that Jesus will return, and find the meaning of their true Spiritual lives.
P.S. This is where Our Lord has put us till His return.
He sent all of us who are married remarkable wives, for this we should all yearn.
This is where my wife and I know that the Lord has put us.
At least were together waiting, with love, patience, together in Faith. Waiting for Jesus.
P.S.S. Special note: For all who have loving wives.
They do make a difference in men's lives. God bless them.