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Standing on the pier one sunny day,
Santa Barbara was sunny, and many children were on the beach at play.
I realized that a lot of blessings I've been given,
It felt good that I had everything and I had a life worth living.
The salt air filled the day along with a calm breeze,
Smelling the scent of salt and the crashing waves on the beach made me very at
ease.
God has fashioned a world that is majestic in it's scope,
Beautifully painted put together for us and it's no joke.
Take a good look around, take a good look and see,
Masterfully painted for us to enjoy a world made for you and me.
We as humans (not all), see our world being totally trashed,
Paper, cigarette butts, line up along the pillars that in itself is rash.
Unwittingly people don't think, and throw these items on the ground.
When just a few feet away there is a trash can, they are all around.
Why do people do this? When they fail to stop, think and see,
That the first rain storm sends all of this trash to the open sea.
Take a minute if you would and think? Reflect if we all did the same thing,
Our oceans would become a large toilet and what diseases it would bring.
Our Lord is wrathful, angry, seeing His masterpiece, His planet, being abused.
On this pier I reflect how fragile our oceans are, and I'm not at all amused.
Water on the planet is becoming more and more harder to find,
Clean water is becoming scarce, our race (Human), is really in a bind.
Nations shortly will go to war over this precious gift, it will become harder to find.
Add droughts, famine, water shortages, and the lack of rain, we must be blind.
All will add to the suffering of our race, a cause of a lot of pain.
Because ignoring God's laws He'll hold back the much needed rain.
So please for all of our sons and daughters and for all our sakes,
Make sure to put your trash in the cans provided a minute is all it takes.
I'm sure the garbage in your homes go to the proper can,
Why trash the ocean and the earth with garbage, help out your fellow man.
A little bit of thought and conscious mind, is the right thing to do,
It will make our Lord happy, and it starts with people like me and you.
God gave us this masterpiece for us to enjoy, a place of His beauty,
So keeping trash off the ground, is our gift to Him and it's our Christian duty.
The Earth lies flat on its bare back and gazed at the universe with its empty guts with worms crawling from its side and the lava bubbling up inside.
It has been there for more than a year, seeking out a path but something is stuck into its guts and draining an unusual substance inside. If you examine it from a far, you could tell from a distance that something was about to break and you have to find a pinhole to release it before the mountains start to shake.
The children are having a jolly good time rolling and frolicking on the ground not knowing were destiny is bound. Everything looks normal as can be and the birds are signing a global melody. They are flying form tree to tree picking feather from the other birds back mating in the sun and dabbling in hot pleasures.
See them soaring way up in the sky,flopping their strong wings as the clouds' rolls by, they are sending a message back on earth that nature is mature and the two headed shark is living on the ocean floor.It is that wooded feeling you get when the breeze is blowing the waves and you are almost out of breath, the sky is frozen and the mountains breaks its silence and I speak.
Why do you stand so far apart and leave me wandering in the dark, why do you empty the garbage in the streets, wrapping your fuzzy tail on the land and singing the beggarman's song . I have been watching the sun coming up and going down squeezing the energy out of the town and I have to lay low when there is now where else to go and all you see in front of you is the Earth with its brown crust saluting you and the cars rolling by with hopes welled up in their engine.
Something's has electrocuted a hole beneath the earth, turning over a mountain of dirt, the temperature is increasing and the earth is baking. If you walk barefooted on the ground your heels will get brunt in a simple turn.
You see that whole section over there it is marked with a kind of memories and if you go closer you will feel heat and destiny will change your heart beat. Something is standing in the shadows imaging' my movement over here. The Earth's surface is hot you have to start wearing frocks.
I feel a sudden stiffness in my chest, I have not been running but I am almost out of breath, I stood for seventeen hours in the corner trying to put things in order but the drill across the street keep disrupting my heart beat and the humming bird around the corner keeps scattering the garbage in the street and singing to a musical irony.
I am not used to doing formal exercise but sometimes I go all the way through the painful sacrifice, with my hands on my hip and my foot on the bar, I do exercise that makes me feel tall.
The mornings are grey when my heart is leaning the other way, I wish I had company to exchange a word or two, when I do the pushups , weight lifting and a couple miles on the treadmill.
I love doing aerobic exercise, instead of taking diet pills and drinking green juice, I just love to burn the sweat and stretch and fill my lungs with fresh hear.
See them laying on the floor over there, everyone in their own space, they are rolling from left to right and the body is putting up a terrible fight.
“You have got to shed five pounds”, he said, or I will roll you out of my bed, I will be the director and I want you all to do some frantic move, by the end of the week you will jumping on your feet.
You will wear bikini on the beach and you will ride bicycle through the street and tell the people that you have lost five pounds. You will give them a flyer to join the class and you will start your own business at last.
I cannot feel the stiffness anymore; it has disappeared on the dance floor; I work out mornings and evening and at nights I usually take a swim.
My gym is in my basement and I have emptied the diet pill in the toilet, I feel much happier when I sing, I lose more weight when I stand up straight.
I have to get my mind and body in harmony and my spirit to balance it.
I love working out on the gymnastic bar with that graceful poise and when the instructor comes along, she plays the music of the wild swan.
The stiffness is gone and I feel comfortable in my body.
It was in the early dawn of December especially Roosters began to crow in the farmer's huts repeatedly They welcomed the first light of day indirectly. The famers untied their bullocks from the byre quickly
They kept the wooden plows on their shoulders lovely. And walked towards the fields with the bullocks merrily The cowboys loosened the cattle from the cow barn humbly. And they ran towards the pasture lands steadily.
Unbloused women came out their huts eagerly. And milked the horned cows in their pots slowly The sweet voiced cuckoos made coo, coo sounds properly And they tried to eat the ripped noni fruits wholly
The black crows crowed caw caw continuously And they flew towards the garbage in crowd casually. Big fruit bats rushed towards the mahua trees habitually Water lilies buds blossomed into flowers suddenly
Honey bees swarmed towards the blue lilies violently Water frogs jumped into the water from the leaves instantly The snowflakes began to vanish from the grasses inevitably. Great blue herons swallowed the catfish in the fields lovely
The street was echoed by the vendor loudly. Who had sold the tasty palm wine gladly The two eyes were not enough for us widely
To saw the sun rises in the early dawn exactly.
I have finally found a place
That I can call home
a place were no fugitive roam
no more garbage in the street
no more lesson to compete
and no more neighbor
to watch me from their phone
I have finally found a place that
I can live, a place that doesn’t judge
people about where they have been
the people were happy and kind
and their over the top treatment
almost blew my mind
I have never met such happy
people before, they were
loving and welcoming and I said
to myself it is the perfect place
I wanted to be, but little did I know
That an aged old secret
was hiding underneath the “bed”
It was a place for burying the dead
All the missing people were
tied up in a bag and tucked in deep freeze
underneath the bed that has an
opening that leads to cellar
and then into a basement
I wasn’t digging but my spirit
was searching and it leads me
to the secret hidden underneath the bed
I didn’t ask any question
and I did share the story with anyone
but I packed my bag and leave the town
without a shilling or a crown
the same day and I never looked back
I continue to search for a new home
the place where destiny bounds
a place where I can find a perfect balance
between work and home life
and the place that can keep my creativity alive
The language is deep and the culture is incomplete
The weather is fine and life is divine
And just as I thought about it
I saw you standing on the cliff
with your hands stretched towards
and a radiant light surrounds me
You took three steps back
and stood on the flat ground
And a radiant light covers you
And I woke up suddenly
Sweat was dripping from my face
and lights were shining all over the place
It’s a dream within a dream
but the imagery appears real
Take me to the place where
I can call home,
A place where pure love
Resides on the heart
A place where people emerge from the dark
Take me to the place where nature is kind
And the people are content with their lives
Take me to the place that I can call home.
There is this part of me that is moving on, the part of me that you cannot see, is pushing me, and is trotting in the deep. It is always at work in wee hours of the morning and just before dawn when my mind is submerged in the deep and my spirit begins to work with ease.
The strength of a lion is cast upon me and the courage of the sea bears the weight for me. I could tell from the appearance of the day that good things were about to come my way.
There is a part of me that is moving, and I just cannot find a good place on which to stand, I am bursting with energy and you cannot contain me. so, you can catch me at the next station when the weather is fine, your mind is clear and you have much to share.
I will be standing on that rock waiting for the ship to dock. It will arrive at noon so be prepared for the afternoon. The ring is in the dish but she doesn’t know how to fish; she stood on the rock all day with her line hooked on a bait and her heart set on an important date.
There is this part of me that is moving and I have to clear the clutter from around me; empty the garbage in the bin and go do some feng Shui at the gym.
Remove the kitchen table and place it next the door. Remove the anchor girl from the side, and place her next to the shore where she can do the dive, she will prostrate with a slide on her belly and with the anther in her head she can head the ball straight through the bed, it is a low and unpredictable dive.
You have got to keep moving, life is so deceiving, you have got one chance here but none over there; take what you can get and conceal it in your socks and destiny will place more luck underneath your frock.
When you reach center stage put the ball in third gear, roll it around in a circle. Get it into fourth and fifth gear, turn your back to the goal post and look at your opponent’s goal then make a right turn and use your left foot to roll the ball in the back of the net. Get ready for the next phase.
Like an earthquake that strikes far off the ocean SHORE,
Turning into a tsunami and creating havoc with a mighty ROAR.
Every effort is endeavored to keep our inward storm out to sea;
So deep inside our silent zone, beneath the reach of a casual SEARCH;
Well HIDDEN from the FORBIDDEN, hoping none will get close enough
to TOUCH. Out of sight; out of mind; never heard; not open for visitation
very MUCH. Distancing becomes our FRIEND, and few if any are ever let IN.
But it's there, and there it shall be; that is, the fact of its brutal experience.
Very colorful and beautifully designed MASKS have been CAST to disguise.
A comfort zone has been found in QUARANTINE and it dares not to make a SCENE. But the results and 'the hurt of it' need not REMAIN nor forever cause us PAIN.
Like computer data, it is stored in the BRAIN but need not be RETAINED as the SAME. We talk much of 'garbage in and garbage out', but the 'outgo' can be CHANGED. We are human beings made in God's image from the very START, and we are also the delight of His loving HEART. He has provided the ability and the right to be released from those binding CHAINS. Sometimes we feel that the last flight has taken off, or we have missed our TRAIN. Next TIME you visit that WOUND, not just someday but SOON, try to change at least one LINE that appears to be sealed and to be written in stone as if forever settled and
guarded from anyone who would even dare. It's that LINE that says, "My TIME has passed; I'm in DECLINE; I am finished; my best days are BEHIND". I beg of you to revisit that line, and it won't take LONG to prove yourself WRONG. Inside of you and me, there lies a door whose hinges may well be rusty and wearing old. But through that door, even if reluctantly, we must ENTER, and from which, after confronting our enemy head on, we will exit a WINNER.
030521PS
A fish flew out of the water.
Nobody knew why until he spoke,
he carried a warning for Mankind.
The fish looked human.
I need to talk to the CEO's, he said.
They came, the fish spoke.
If you don’t stop making and throwing plastics,
trash and garbage in the oceans, seas, and rivers,
your planet will die.
Captains of Industry be wary you who create the products that pollute
Do you think you’re safe?
Take note that when you see the small of life disappear
life in the oceans and seas will vanish,
the demise of rivers replete with pestilence will dry up
the human race will then take its turn at being extinct
You have made billions at the expense of life on earth,
receiving a billion dollars for every life you sacrificed
billions you were sure were safely tucked away in hide-a-way banks
But now, your life and family are destroyed by a war you financed
doesn't give you much consolation does it, Mr. Businessman?
Your insatiable greed finally won out.
No living creature is left, cities and forests have been decimated
no place left to spend your well planned looting;
you could have saved many lives
Except you didn’t care
your endless greedy pursuit to increase profits
condemned the world to the black hole of extinction
You financed the annihilation of all living creatures
As you were killing the world, you also set in motion
the removal of Man’s historical struggle from the story of the Universe
Making Man a thing that never was and never existed
In this impending historical vacuum, Man became collateral damage
the term you notoriously used to justify your murderous behavior.
Even now, engulfed in the fires of Hell,
you seek absolution through deals, but your reasoning is false
Lucifer welcomes your ilk, he's proud of you but he makes no deals
With souls he already has in his bag.
She showers,
She falls,
She drenches us...
But she shows off a rainbow...
She shines,
She bursts,
She burns us sometimes...
But she lets the gentle breeze blow...
She makes us love the rain
She makes us hate it again
She makes us yearn for a bright sunlight
She makes us afraid of it
She makes our flowers grin and wilt
She makes us cry out of the guilt
She makes our rivers flow and overflow
She makes them run dry to let us know
their worth and bow
Through the fascinating flowers and flies
Through the varied seasons,
Through the falls and rivers
every now and then, she gives us surprises
and teaches us to fall and rise
Cos, she loves us;
Like a caring mother
Like a strict father
Like a playful sibling
The nature loves us all...
But do we love her after all???
Do we treat her well, atleast?
Cutting trees, using plastics, encroaching lands
Throwing garbage in water beds,
Mining sand from river beds,
And what not???
we make her shed tears in every deeds
When her lament is unheard
When she cannot control her anger
She cries, her immaculate tears
outreach us in the form of flood
drought, scorching heat, el nino, la nino, climate odd
Enough is enough
It's high time ,
It's really high time to awake
To make our planet beautiful again
Stop buying plastic,
Stop throwing them on rivers
Stop polluting
Stop the deforestation
Start using public transport
Or start vehicle pooling
Start to plant trees or atleast a plant
But don't forget to take care
Do whatever you can
But please Do it now...
Let us all know the importance of our Environment
And celebrate the World Environment Day...
Tomorrow came a day too late
Held fast beneath a Tyrant's hand
Who lied in Corporate "Double Speak"
With blooded swords and lightening bolts
In languages forgotten
Long before the thunder died
And mushroom clouds filled up the sky.
Look down to Middle Mountain Keep;
The inner city walls are breached beyond repair
The sounds once heard were always those of commerce
The energy of congress
The joy of profits golden and secure...
But nothing grows here anymore;
Nothing lives here anymore.
Behold a fortressed, fallen dream
Raining greed from bone bleached hands
From barren fields of dying farms
And clouds of death from poisoned lands...
Rejected psalms denied by despots and jesters
Wielding Power like a Scythe...
But taxes on their glory gather manifest
One hundred thousand fold or so last count;
And the Middle bears the weight alone
The weight of fraud...the filth of doubt.
Bound up, no doubt in tasseled ribbon braids of conquest
Surrounded by Ammendments and inalienable rights
Tossed like garbage in their wake...straight in our face.
Reminiscent of Ozmandius - royalty's forgotten names...
Musty, shallow birthright claims of grasping need
Of this part of the world -- or that part of the world;
Might is right and all must march
To whatever tunes they care to play....
And the Middle sings their songs alone.
Too big to fail...too big to go..
A cancer dressed in silk and lace
Worship Corporate blessing on the few
A new religion risen bright and new.
So, pay your blue blood Rites of Passage
Flightless birds, reminiscent of the DoDo,
And grab yesterday's last offered chance...
While you blindly walk on traceless feet
Straight into Sorrow's Lance...
And the Middle bleeds alone.....