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Their is a God.In flesh we will not see his face.However we will see pieces of him in mother natures face. Natures aqua I indulge in, purity of his being and grace .I take a gander at shallow but deep water, and I nearly catch a glimpse of his face. A image we can not trace, looking into water searching for oddities timidly twinkling behind image of self, in mirror of water. Obfuscated by rays of sun complicating images reflected into water and image of water reflected in soul.None can be clearly perceived,that is mystery,that is the hidden God in all, you and me flower and tree, all covered by hazy mist to guard and separate ,what is and what is not to be know.For reasoning beyond comprehensions and perception.The hands of leaves graciously applaud and sings for a kingdom unknown or shown.A land that is inconceivable beyond feeble flesh and bone perhaps a place where every humans faith may or may not be etched in stone,but for certain we don't walk alone. The hands of leaves sings his song with grandiosity. Singing in code alongside hymns of enchanting species on earth. Songs we are told, but never told to be understood for our own good.If other wise we would all be doomed,for instance God blessed us with geniuses and we make weapons of mass destruction. Why should he unveil more mysteries and knowledge? To cause more malice and destruction? Animals and nature, chant songs of spiritual secrets, worldly an beyond secrets.This knowledge the forbidden fruit, only to suit the beings of another realm but still connecting us to it in ways the flesh can bear.If trees,birds and all of nature could talk human languages, mysteries would be no more. What happens when a bright light flashes in front your eyes? Don't you briefly lose sight? what happens when a loud horn blows in your ear doesn't it ring? The same concepts and effects applys with the high volumes and inconceivable power of our God and mysteries that follow. Imagine the the sounds, the sight and the feeling of the life beyond do you think the flesh can bear or withstand such insurmountable grandeur.The wind so much like God its never seen.The wind so much like God its effects are seen, but still remains invisible.The wind carry's breath death things of all volumes and that which feeble flesh cant perceive,I BELIEVE THE WIND IS GOD..... WHAT DO YOU THINK EINSTEIN.....
BY: Elliott Bowe
Never stop even when i say i said
when i signed up
and no matter what
never give me my money back
oh boy do i ever miss my lazy boy and couch now
Just how far would one boy go to proove to his social class
grade seven that yes indeed we live
in a dictatorship
and free democracy is the same thing
thus the fad i am
the game i have become
mainstream which cannot be lost
cannot be won
the game of drive troy crazy
Some play as though they need to disagree with everything i do and say
some play as though they have to thwart my every attempt at love
some play as though there is a prize to be won and they win it and im not allowed
to ever win
some play as though they must make sure i fail at everything
oh the drama and how my life is a show
and no one must tell me
say it isnt so
prove to me im not god i say
yellow blue green
orange yellow black
and start again in the fashion idustry pof pink plaids and ducky yellows
sing to me my names of games for i am your ultimate weapon of psychology and
god
going to the mental institute to prove they are brainwashed not crazy
and the jig is truly up
did hitler really lose the war
and has the tricked message been sent
or am i fooling myself?
or should i sit here and cry wolf as the papparazzi in control of the propoganda
threatens the psyxchiatrists
and ths the game of drive troy crazy must go on
andf the boot camp torture nightmare goes on forever
YES YOU FOOLS
i know exactly what i am
and i am proud to have made it this far
to round four
some mess with my head as if they can hear my thoughts
everything bad happens to my friends
and my enemies are all well off
but oh what a wonderfull object to crave i have become as i scream and beg and
plead on the internet for amnesty
that even mensa geniuses cant figure out
for the game of drive Troy crazy is far too much fun!!!!
so now the tables have turned
and youre eventually going to realise who i am
and what wolves are circling around me
and the nonexistant crimescenes i point at
welcome back to level on eof how we can all belong
of drive troy crazy
and prove to him he isnt god
and no there is nothing there in the spelling mistakes written in english jibberish
but perhaps piglattin japanese if you were smart enough to figure that one out
heres how i see it
and heres how it is
living in this world where half of it is advanced
with indoor plumbing
television
stereos
cell phones
computers
and a huge chunk of the globe is not
part of the world still has a hole in the floor for a toilet
and we say ignorance is bliss
oh funny funny man on the moon
the joke you really meant in the Hollywood basement
of one giant step for man
and one leap for mankind
Have we not clued in yet?
Do we not live blind leading the blind?
Am i the only enlightened who realizes
that we were in space probably 70 years before we made it public to the world
and Nasa is full of it
oh funny funny funny man on the moon
why is society so gullible to think
that the governments technology hits the mainstream market
before they use it for years and perfect it and work out all the bugs
and then hands us something that just looks faulty
and we fall for it hook line and sinker
give me a moment
funny funny funny us
half the world buries their waste
and we flush it away
half the world has technology and half of it is in the stone age
and yet we seem to think
that whoever invents these things has no ties
or affiliation to putting us under their thumb
i mean come on do the math
they landed on the moon
how they tell you they send sattelites into space is a truth within alie
they made up 50 years ago
and were falling for it today
let me play
i get it
society is dumb
I'll write something yesterday
say i wrote it today
no one will know what to believe
I'll even put a cowboy hat on
I'm sure those cowboy western movies
they had just as many cameras and cellphones
but didn't release them in the market
consider yourself a fool
if you don't think they don't have something in their pocket full of tricks they are
working on right now
they're going to sell to the future
and no one gets the famous joke
the man on the moon told to the mensa geniuses
but a hush fell over the crowd
and I'm sure there was consequences for laughing
and chances are even they were blinded by the bling
life and blind leading the blind
such an easy concept to grasp
and man on the moon
your a funny funny funny man!
Don't assume that because you can't do it, others can't do it;
There are lots of better minds in this world than you are.
Better set your mind to achieve what others have
And make their feats the light that rouse your flame.
Unless you were paid to do what you are doing,
Pulling people down is just a waste of time.
Don't judge people that you do not know;
And "don't criticize what you can't understand".
Pessimism is not a good attitude,
Be optimistic always.
It is better to push other up than to pull them down,
So you may have someone to pull you up when you need pulling.
Don't assume that you're right when what you know is just a bit of the whole;
And when you don't know what's in the other side of the coin.
Believe in yourself, and that there are others who can do what you can't do and not necessarily that they are known geniuses,
For every person has his own sphere of prowess.
When you are paid to say a line in script, you must practice your line well, so it's not obvious that it's scripted for people who have common sense.
Find better job that you don't need to be pulling others down or cursing them, especially people that you don't really know.
Don't spit in the wind when the direction is towards you;
You'll be spitting on your own face.
Lastly, love yourself and build your own success, so you don't need to hate people always for their achievements;
Have common sense and use your own brain, you don't need to be just following what people tell you or pay you to do;
Make yourself capable in the sense that you'll be the one dictating what others should do;
Be kind to yourself, you don't need to believe always what others tell you, especially when you don't know well the person.
"Ang naniniwala sa sabi-sabi, walang bait sa sarili", -old Filipino saying.
Gamitin mo ang iyong sentido komon at hypothalamus, meron ka non.
Ulit, huwag maging batugan, humanap ng malinis na trabaho na di mo kailangang manira ng tao, lalo na kung ipapakain mo sa pamilya mo.
*The quoted phrase in last line of second stanza was borrowed from Bob Dylan's 'Times They Are Changing'
December 25, 2023, 1:43 AM, PST, SPC, NE
On the path of life, shadows wander,
In search of souls that should love, should cherish.
But the harsh reality reveals itself, a naked truth,
Those to whom you offer goodness ignore you, reject you, or even humiliate you.
How to bear the weight of this reality,
When your soul melts like wax under a fierce flame,
When you feel the world pushing you towards the deep abyss of sadness,
You remain stuck, without a future, without a smile, without the strength to overcome the heavy scorn.
But, look towards the night sky, at the stars that mysteriously twinkle,
At the geniuses unnoticed by the world, in their silent brilliance,
You feel the universe opening up, in a union with your being,
And all your desires are now understood, embraced in a secret space.
You are there, harboring a moment of pure truth deep within,
Finding its place in your soul as a source of hope and light,
This moment reveals a profound mystery,
Building a bridge between you and your sacred inner world.
And even though sadness still touches your soul, it now seems more bearable,
You feel a new strength being born from your depths,
Walking through the deserts of your heart, in search of an irreversible path,
A place where you find peace and confidence in yourself, pure and sincere.
Thus begins a journey in a land of fairy tales,
Over mountains and dark valleys, through wilderness and unknown dangers,
With a heart full of hopes and dreams, searching for charm and play,
Through forests, caves, lakes, and swamps, until you hear a solitary laugh in the distance.
It is your heart that laughs, your confidence that triumphs,
It is the inner peace that warms you like lightning in a vessel of water,
It is love that blossoms, and you reach the heights of happiness,
And the restrictive, narrow world now seems just a pale dream, while you live the wonderful reality.
You will no longer be just a player of fate,
You will become the master of your thoughts and your heart,
You will escape from under the yoke of heavy expectations, forever,
And you will discover the true power of your soul, unique and splendid, alone on the miraculous path of life.
I wish my brain could keep up with itself. The thinking part moves so quickly, so that the remembering part is left to play catch up. So many beautiful thoughts and statements. By beautiful I mean horrific but eloquent of course. The horrific eloquence of a well read mad man. That was poetic wasn’t it? We tend to take those poetic souls more seriously. I am guilty of this as well considering how seriously I take myself. But then there is the struggle of my duality. I can see the only reason I find myself unique in all seriousness is my poeticism, but then seeing how unique I am in my own understanding starts the process over again of thinking myself superior. My superiority complex truly makes me loathe myself, and somehow vice versa. Madness is humbling isn’t it. We all have a tiny bit in us. Some were blessed with a dose healthy enough to be deemed “creative geniuses’, others drowned in it’s consequences. Others have the largest burden of all- not knowing how much they contain. We are all a little mad. Just a little. We’ve all had had a moment where we saw the serial killers logic and thought it made sense. Then that jolt of conscientiousness screaming “WHAT ARE YOU DOING DON’T AGREE WITH A SERIAL KILLER” and so your inner crisis is quenched by the voice of reason. Those too far gone don’t have the luxury of that voice. Madness is not a poison but rather a lack of the antidote. We all have terrible thoughts, urges, desires, fears… But most correct themselves. Most have the angel on the other shoulder to remind us not to behave like animals. Those who are too far gone into the madness do not have that. They are left to stew with the animalistic instincts. They don’t have the antidote. Some I do believe simply have too much of both, and they go own taking poison, antidote, poison, antidote…. They are blind to which is with, therefore cannot leave one alone in their system too long, as it could be the poison. So they unwittingly take a draught of the true thing, and the cycle continues. I believe I am one of those people. The question is, on which elixir will I stop?
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I wish my brain could keep up with itself. The thinking part moves so quickly, so that the remembering part is left to play catch up. So many beautiful thoughts and statements. By beautiful I mean horrific but eloquent of course. The horrific eloquence of a well read mad man. That was poetic wasn’t it? We tend to take those poetic souls more seriously. I am guilty of this as well considering how seriously I take myself. But then there is the struggle of my duality. I can see the only reason I find myself unique in all seriousness is my poeticism, but then seeing how unique I am in my own understanding starts the process over again of thinking myself superior. My superiority complex truly makes me loathe myself, and somehow vice versa. Madness is humbling isn’t it. We all have a tiny bit in us. Some were blessed with a dose healthy enough to be deemed “creative geniuses’, others drowned in it’s consequences. Others have the largest burden of all- not knowing how much they contain. We are all a little mad. Just a little. We’ve all had had a moment where we saw the serial killers logic and thought it made sense. Then that jolt of conscientiousness screaming “WHAT ARE YOU DOING DON’T AGREE WITH A SERIAL KILLER” and so your inner crisis is quenched by the voice of reason. Those too far gone don’t have the luxury of that voice. Madness is not a poison but rather a lack of the antidote. We all have terrible thoughts, urges, desires, fears… But most correct themselves. Most have the angel on the other shoulder to remind us not to behave like animals. Those who are too far gone into the madness do not have that. They are left to stew with the animalistic instincts. They don’t have the antidote. Some I do believe simply have too much of both, and they go own taking poison, antidote, poison, antidote…. They are blind to which is with, therefore cannot leave one alone in their system too long, as it could be the poison. So they unwittingly take a draught of the true thing, and the cycle continues. I believe I am one of those people. The question is, on which elixir will I stop?
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When I can't sleep my creativity is at its highest peak...
I write poems for friends who are alone and need solace,
all my senses are at work, sharper than the owls by of the creek;
my restless fingers find an outlet and holding the pen,
they transfer the heart's emotions to the blank pad!
And I give them life, to define them through my grace...
Words flow from this exploding brain;
and its expressive lines are extracted,
like the juice from the sweetest grapes,
to be on everybody's table for a delightful drink!
Inspiration, ignite my stagnant imagination:
to give my verses a unique meter and rhyme...
that they may stand out and be noticed for all time;
and this literary treasure could outlast those precious diamonds
that superbly dazzle on the elegant dresses of the elite!
Sculptors have their chisel,
and if their creations seem too real,
like Michelangelo...they should hilariously scream:
to make them walk and talk!
Painters have their brush,
and with colors they paint images
of landscapes, of celestial bodies, of angelic and human faces:
unseen by the ordinary and undiscerning eyes;
patience is their secret, but rush
can cause havoc and make them lose their individualist touch!
Musicians, don't ever you get tired
of playing your instruments to entertain the insatiable public;
how exciting is to perform a new song,
written by the struggling songwriter and composer!
How thrilling and delightful are the new lyrics and music;
what about the singers, who gather up the crowds on the dance floor?
Ever admired an ancient or modern Cathedral
or an elegant, towering skyscraper,
which was truly breathtaking?
And the geniuses behind them
began to draw from their most
innovative and plausible prospective,
to convince themselves of their capability to create
many wanders from a simple idea!
Architects, your artistry is the outcome
of a sentiment, which was inactive...lying in the depth
of the unconscious mind...until it was awakened by desire!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
There are things that are downright embarrassing. Some things you keep to yourself as long as possible, don't even tell your spouse if you can somehow avoid it. A minor distraction can turn geniuses into mindless imbeciles. Not that I have ever been either. However, there are people who will try to make you feel like imbeciles, but geniuses, not so much. By all accounts, perhaps I would fall somewhere between the two.
I returned one morning from taking my granddaughter to school. When I arrived at my house, the big loud garbage truck was picking up the garbage just beyond my driveway. I pulled up the driveway and tuned in to the 'all-important technological advancements in picking up garbage'. I was so focused on the driver's job that I forgot my own job of turning off my ignition. I left the engine running, which I could not hear due to the loud garbage truck. I then exited the vehicle and locked the doors. When the truck pulled off, I heard my own engine and realized that I was locked out with the engine running. I could have simply walked into the house and told my wife. She would have gladly handed me her keys, but not without a laugh, and she would have talked about it into old age. I also did not want to call my insurance on a 'lockout' of that sort.
So I was stuck for a while that seemed an eternity. Of course, I wasted more time just trying to figure out a good way to hide my mindless deed. In the Suv, my back window latch had a defect that I eventually remembered. I was never so happy to be the owner of a vehicle with 'a secret passage when one is locked out, and stuck with way too much pride'. Anyway, I'm not sure if I ever shared this dilemma with my wife. So please don't tell her.
08122017PoSoupContest, Remember, Shadow Hamilton
I had a niece named Karen who
at twenty has mapped out a plan
for a 'strong, independent life',
she’d be 'dependent on no man.'
And, oh, she took such pride in that,
her college had made her this way,
but badmouthing men for the past
seems quite dumb, so I had my say:
“While I cannot disagree that
women once needed men to survive,
or even that it was dependence,
but with perspective you will find
“that woman may have needed men
to have a good supply of cash,
if you look closer at marriage,
it’s far more complicated than that.
“While the women back then had to
be quite dependent on their men,
the man then were dependent too,
quite dependent on their women.
“If a man want to have a home
that was even worth inhabiting,
he could not do this on his own
when out for twelve hours working.
“There simple wasn’t time enough
when out all day plowing things up,
if a man didn’t have a wife
he’d have little more than a hut.
“And then there also are children,
the only way most men live on,
few are writers or geniuses,
so who recalls us when we’re gone?
“They were dependent on women
not just to make the kid exist,
but to mold that man’s dear child,
to teach them to live and persist.
“To take the soul you value most,
then entrust it to another…
Men were totally dependent on
the woman they chose as mother.
“Also consider the fact that men
are wired to show love through sex,
just like romance is for women,
and though this leaves some ladies vexed,
“it’s how men are put together,
for guys to give and receive love
they again rely on women,
without them their emotions get rough.
“In nations where men can’t get this
their aggression will destabilize
the society around them,
they depend on women to survive.
“So don’t say this goes all one way
when you whine about dependence,
honestly, is seems that we are
engineered to be compliments.”
I hoped she’d find some use for this,
but I guess, for now, I was wrong,
she huffed and stormed out of the room,
the indoctrination is strong.