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She passed many things, daily
As records played in the background
Don't go near, stay away, don't touch
Til she drove herself to the only place SHE could be
.................................FOUND
Monotony has a rhythm of its own
Familiar carries a purse of peace on its shoulder
Til the very thing one can never have or be
Is at the very place, forbidden, but now, wiser and older
She looked, maybe that was wrong too
But a glance caught her inner eye of wonder
Difference sat itself, right there in the tree, for everyone to see
The earth beneath her footing roared with thunder
She came to herself with a fevered haste
Rushing to leave the sacred place
.......lest sHE behold HIS fierce face
She avoided, went around, cut paths in the ground
Yet there difference still sat, living, breathing, NOT DEAD
............peace.......the only .........sound
Time stood still at the site of difference
The record played "Don't go near!" Yet difference
.............is HERE
Pain seared in her mind as she began to reason
Truth wasn't for the one who came from a rib
Men carry vision of the GOD, allusive, unknown
Maybe sHE could be greater if her mind uncovered
........a...........what???
No! Away, go away, little girl
Awwww, the pain, it hurts,
............ugh! I don't care if I DIE
...................nothing is as bad as THIS
CONSTANT BEATING OF A DRUM, GET ON WITH IT LITTLE GIRL, GO DO WHAT IS ALREADY .........................................................DONE.....................................
The bullet shot through the window, shattering glass
Leaving a hole for her to approach and finally ask
.........a question
She did it, walked into the presence of difference
And Difference wasted no time to point to the pain
He ran over the messages secretly playing
In the back, pushing her to the point to act "insane"
She repeated the message as though it were TRUTH
But Difference showed the flaw in reason and touch
Sitting in the forbidden tree no one could come near
Made HIM god, and obedience, a broken crutch
............for a HUNGRY god
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05/20/2020
Note: Pain is difference. It is the thing that makes us grow and come to know what is of LOVE and what isn't. We must push into our pain to understand, rather than yield to the idea it will last forever.
[Verse]
I got cayenne in my coffee
and I served it up myself
I mixed it up with the cinnamon
and it sure woke up my mouth
You kept me up all night again
but only in my dreams
it seems you are not done with me
so 5th dimension is the only means
[Chorus]
Life is truely different
when you open your third eye
It takes on different meanings
when you stop sorting with pride
realize you are always a student
and the lessons are served up
be eager to get on with it
and for your next glow-up
[verse]
Whatever your dust-up
get up, do it
just get to it
life marches on
you get used to it
I am here if you choose
and this won't ever go away
and it will always be this intense
that's the twin flame way
Spiritually awake
you can now explore
and unexpected lessons
will show up at your door
I did not start it
I am merely a catalyst
my job here is as teacher
the divines right hand
I show up when needed
and in divine time
but a glow-up is needed
for us to combine
You have to match my energy
You have to be on my verve
you gotta have some game
gotta gotta gotta have that nerve
AH, AH, AH, AH OHHHH
[verse]
I did not create this script
it comes from up there
we live to level up
or we get left in the dust
We keep coming back
to the drawing board
and presented the same lesson again
till its like we are bored
You gotta gotta have that nerve
you have to have verve
you have to match my energy
you gotta have some game
[verse]
Whatever your dust up
get up, do it
just get to it
just get to it
just get to it
just get to it
I am here if you choose
to get up do it, just get to it
life marches on
you get used to it
I am here if you choose
and this won't ever go away
and it will always be this intense
that's the twin flame way
and it will always be this intense
that's the twin flame way
Spiritually awake
you can now explore
and unexpected lessons
will show up at your door
will show up at your door
I did not start it
I am merely a catalyst
my job here is as teacher
the divines right hand
I show up when needed
and in divine time
but a glow-u is needed
for us to combine
You gotta get to it
gotta get down an do it
get on it
just do it
do it
comon - just do it
do it, do it, do it, do it YEAH!
[music fades]
Take me to the great big ocean to settle this aged old commotion; take me to the ocean to build a gigantic camp fire in the middle of the Oceanic water and drive out the Spanish bush doctors from the ocean floor and close the ocean doors.
The energy radiating from the sun is spilling heat all over the streets and the message is clear that you don’t have enough time to linger over there.
Get the big ship and put all the crew and workers in place to get ready for the big race. Gather everyone on the shore and position the captain next to the door gives them a short briefing and confidential report about the meeting.
Tie up all the loose ends and release the entire caged animal from the lion’s den. You will give them a little book and tell them what to cook.
You will appoint a small team to guide everyone to fulfill their passionate dream. When they arrive let walk in their pride, family will unite and singles will take a bride to walk by their side and if they can agree one must fall on its knees and pop the big familiar question.
If the answer is yes, you will get on with it in the middle of the crowd and say the pledge aloud, and If the answer is no keep moving until you find the right connection to pacify your dream.
You will do some mountain cleansing and some spiritual healing and those that are in doubt must cross their heart and continue to shout,.
You will remove the impurities from the mountain and drive out all the heathen; you will make a mound on the hill and plant a tree and leave it as a signal for thee. I will know that you were there and I will walk on the fine line until I get over there.
Take a good look around you and observe what is happening in front of you business are closing and the owners are leaving the city, the bad men are looting the stores and the boys are breaking down the door.
They are stuffing their bags with merchandize and the owners have to pay a woeful sacrifice; something is coming and you better prepare you will have to change gear before you go over there,
You have got to sing a different tune so meet me at noon. Get your travel bag and let's journey to the other side of the ocean and do what is proper.
Take me to the ocean to end this painful commotion.
2025.2.19
Conflict of interest.
Since when did I start facing that?
Why did it happen all the time?
Did I have its meaning misinterpreted?
Was there a term to describe,
How, all of a sudden,
You felt some things in life,
Like they have reached the end of their lines.
Every day, I struggle, pleasure or pressure,
Physical or mental, medical or financial,
Exhausted travelling to enjoyed playing the piano,
Attempted paying non-PBS medicines
To drain my non-existing saving.
Tried hard to remember the music,
Ended up with headache.
Used the sustain's pedals,
Ended up hurting my leg's muscles.
Once, I had to juggle
To visit my friend in hospital,
And assisted the doctors
To understand his medical conditions,
Or to help my mother in finishing,
Her Birthday wishes wordings.
For nearly two decades,
I survived without money.
Did I have any of it?
By chance, I found this place,
Since then I could relax a bit,
Of the finance's issue.
Where I visited and what I did there
Was quite legistimate and fair,
It was heaven when you had fun,
But it became hell when you were done.
I did quite alright until last year,
I decided to give all that a miss,
When I meet and spend time with you.
You did not influence me nor knew anything about it.
It was my own decision and
There was big conflict of interest.
How did it happen?
Well, it gave me financial secure,
Whereas I was on nine clouds,
When you were around.
Now everything ended,
Your friendship and my finance.
I did not and would not blame you.
There was no obligation on your part,
Purely was my personal decision.
I accepted and did not regret it.
Last but not least, it has happened lately,
When someone promised to help me
More about the Poetry website,
Then he disappeared, no contact, not in person, nor on line.
Therefore, everytime I logged in,
First thing appeared on my screen,
Was someone being an active "Follower",
I had to figured out how to get around,
To log in properly and ended up spending lot of time.
I was wondering, if I touched the botton,
"Unfollow" next to the follower's name,
What would happen then?
Should I just remove it and get on with it.
Have I defined correctly the meaning of Conflict of Interest?
Right, listen up, the moon is in its ascendancy, Saturn is aligned with Venus, the other planets will align at 09.53 and 1017am.
Wish I’d never bought you that astrology book now, you’ve finally lost the plot.
Don’t get funny, now is not the time for hilarity. At 9’53 we will be doing it in the horizontal position, 1017 we will be going vertical.
What are we doing at 1070.
Jesus wept, 9.53 we’re having sex, then again at 1017.
What’s with all these positions.
Quite simply, the horizontal position you’ll impregnate me, then the vertical position you’ll impregnate me again, thus pushing the previous sperm further up the baby chain. Remember, this is working sex we’re having, so don’t be getting amorous.
Something tells me I won't be getting amorous, actually, I remember the days when I wanted to rip your clothes off, now I want to put them all back on again.
Do you want a baby or not, don’t think for a minute I enjoy this type of sex, it just has to be done, just fantasize to get through it? Oh, and at 3.07 in the morning I’ll arouse you, do you want woke up or will I just get on with it.
Oh, god I’ve finally gone to hell, this woman is insane, better not say use a vibrator, or she’s sure to kill me.
Just wake me up honey, I’ll be ready.
Great, can’t wait till little Sebastian, Bartholomew, is born.
Little Sebas, Bart, who. Did I leave the planet and come back again, where did these names come from? I mean, what’s wrong with, Paul.
I don’t want my little boy reminding me of you, I’ll probably dump you after the birth anyway. Plus, Sebastian, Bartholomew is quite regal, whereas, Paul is just, not so regal if you know what I mean.
That is just great, I’m literally bending over backwards to get you pregnant, and I don’t even get a reward for it.
So anyway, 9 months later baby Paula was born, and she left. Four years later we were walking up the High St and guess who we met. Little Sebastian, Bartholomew, dressed in a little suit, looking all regal. As we walked away, Paula turned to me and asked who those weird people were.
Well, Paula, she’s called vertical, and the wee boy is called, horizontal.
My god, red bra, orange pants, and green socks, I’m making love to a traffic light.
Get on with it.
I can’t, where do I start.
What does it matter?
It matters a lot, if I start with your bra, do I stop, or do I drive on knowing three penalty points and an eighty pound fine are coming my way. Do I start with your pants, amber gambling, if I start with your socks, then that’s it, I’m away?
Well, what do you expect me to do.
I expect you to dress appropriately for the occasion, I mean, Gok Wan couldn’t fix you.
Well, if we’re in an insulting mood, I don’t like the tiger pants you wear, especially as tigers are nearly extinct.
Oh god, did you really say that, I’m going out with a moron, 0.5 wit.
What does that mean?
It means you’re a half wit.
Well, I was going to get naked, and put my duffle coat on to get you excited, but not now.
Just what every guy wants, a naked girl in a duffle coat.
Some guys would die to see me naked in a duffle coat.
Do you know, you’re right, I've now got this fantasy in my head, put on an orange hat, and wow, pelican crossing.
Get knotted, and I tell you now, that’s the only action you’ll get tonight
Well, in that case I’ll just have to create a fantasy
On he went with it, hallucinating vividly while she stood there, unarmed and furious.
Hell, she was already horny, maybe she could save the situation. She looked down at her pants.
You know, you could still drive, if you haven't already crossed the line.
His eyes opened quickly, as if trying to catch her lying. He considered it...
Lose the bra and the socks
Lose the tiger get up
Both coming halfway, they now stood in the bedroom, one more naked than the other. Still a little insulted, she went on to caress his member.
He, too stubborn to show his pleasure, gazed at the ceiling, feigning boredom.
Furious, she slapped him across his face with a high-pitched shriek, picked up her things and walked towards the door, getting dressed on the go.
Realizing he had gone too far and that he was now all up and running, he tried to change her mind.
BAM went the door.
She'll call.
Gambler, I am not
watcher of gamblers be
One stood to depart
approach I, to engage
So I whispered
and he listened
"I saw you cheating."
He said, "That's absurd."
"I saw you praying."
"To you that's cheating?"
"Usurper of The Word."
"Prayer is a privilege."
"Words of an Opportunist."
"I'm afterall, a gambler."
"Depends, win or lose?"
"I won ... they listened."
"I prayed they would."
"Pray tell, why so?"
"I'm a debt collector."
"A true conversationalist."
"True ... that seldom you."
"My debt, how much?"
"What values your life?"
"Are you threatening me?"
"You misunderstand, forgive me."
"Just use non-threatening words."
"The debt I collect ...,"
"Get on with it."
"..., is for your soul."
"What, you're crazy?"
"You said, you won."
"I did win."
"You misunderstood my prayer."
"You prayed I'd win.
"Misunderstanding corrected--to Who?"
"To who--your meaning?"
"Oh, about my employer?"
"Again, what's your point?"
"Basement worker--not attic."
"Because I won?"
"No, because your bet."
"My soul--you get."
"How correct you are."
You're here to collect."
"Yes, payment in full."
"In a public place ...?"
"Unbeknownst--you ..., we're downstairs."
"It's not a casino?"
"Trappings for the trapped."
"Twas by private invitation."
"Whereto, you had accepted."
"The fortune I'm promised ...,"
"No angels--good witches."
"Nothing for my soul."
"Enough bait, you bit."
"You used me."
"You used yourself."
"There's no escape."
"You could have crossover."
"Now grab a shovel."
"I work in Hell?"
"Hell of a work."
"Attic is getting cold."
"Gambler, for your freedom?"
"What are your odds?"
(background, sinister chuckle wanes ...)
“I think the lemonade was poisoned, Sir,
he’s been murdered!” Watkins said
“I can see no other reasoning
for why the victim is lying here, dead.”
“Let’s not jump to hasty conclusions,”
Detective Inspector Bones, replied
“There’s protocol we have to follow
before we establish how he died.”
“So get on with it, my young Watkins
you know what you have to do.”
Watkins nodded, then put on his gloves
And went off, in search of a clue
The Inspector, a man revered by his peers
For his keen, analytical mind
Bent down, to examine the body
To see what evidence he could find
There were no obvious signs of trauma
No lumps, or bumps on the head
No bullet hole, knife wound, marks on the neck,
Nothing to say why the man was dead
“You can take him now,” the Inspector called
To the men, suited up, from the lab,
“Perhaps we’ll learn more from the Coroner,
once he gets him on his slab.”
Watkins returned, “I can’t find anything, Sir,
it seems our victim was here all alone
there’s no sign to say he had a visitor,
or intruder within his home.”
“Everything’s locked from the inside,”
He continued, a frown on his face
“If someone was here, they’ve been clever,
getting out without leaving a trace.”
The Inspector picked up the lemonade glass
Its smell gave him a vital clue,
“You’re right Watkins, the man was murdered
and I say the murderer, was YOU!”
“While I was here, examining the body
it gave you the opportune time,
to go around the house without hindrance
and remove all trace of your crime.”
“But you can’t put one over on this old dog,
I’ve seen it all in my day,”
He turned to the uniforms, by the door
“This is our killer boys – take him away!”
© Janette Fisher 06.04.10
This was written as a homework assignment for my writing group from last night - we were
given 'I think the lemonade was poisoned' and this is what I came up with.
Marriage is a joke.
Under moonlight we spoke of an exchange of new sensations;
In the secrets of loves code, we created a conversation.
Into a series of unknown’s, we allowed ourselves to fall
And all in the hope of finding ourselves in love.
Musicians know the score is strumming my pain away;
If a she-devil wants to take me for a ride, then I shall happily go.
We are all lonely on the inside and waiting for just one big day;
Congratulations to you all! I shall raise a toast!
To the bride and groom;
Let their love be doomed!
To the drunk father of the bride; have another drink!
To the best man, the worst of us all.
Get on with it, we need to consume,
This terrible food the groom’s mother has made;
What is this?
Is this really true love? It will never last.
I give it a month before they are creeping behind your back.
Again she smiles, in denial,
Like she did when she first lied, on the day that you first met.
Now she is losing you from her memory; a drink and kiss takes it all.
She could have stayed with you,
But the more you do, the less is said.
A regular in a pub and a regular in love;
The last time you truly loved, it broke your heart; remember that?
Oh look there is your new love, being asked to dance;
Put a slow record on, get nice and close
And forget the love that you have.
She wants new things;
New lovers and a new reason to smile.
So your love is no more
And this thing you have always believed in, will only last a little while.
Beauty is forever fading and it will soon die.
In the days of our lives,
People always do as they please and they are empty on the inside.
You will never find true love, no matter how many times you try;
The phone rings, the lie stings…
I hope you live a long and bountiful love life.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
~The Male Menopause~
Did you know girl's, men run on hormones too?
They are not so different girls from me or from you
But when a man reaches his fifties he becomes unstable
To blame it on the woman though, - that he is still able.
He never likes to think that his hormones are shot
He fancies all the woman, and still tries a lot.
When his fancy lets him down it never is his fault
He blames the woman he’s with - she’s not worth his salt.
They like to talk dirty it gets them aroused and all hot
But talking about dirty clothes and dishes, is what we have got
They have strange fancies and talk to each other
“What I could do for her never mind her mother...”
They never once think, that what they have got
Is certainly what all the girls want - NOT
Their hair grows in their ears and in their nose
But from the top of their heads that’s from where it goes.
Their brains seem to disappear, along with their hair
Gosh hormones are hard - life isn’t’ that fair.
The male menopause it tends to be of a shorter length
But they think its your fault when they begin to lose their strength.
Things start to fail and they may look elsewhere
But whoever would have them - has already been there
They are too old for the young, yet to young for the coffin
So just carry on loving them and try to stop scoffing.
Tell them they are still - muscular and hot
They do it for you, even if they do not
They will repay you your kindness when your turns comes around
They will show you how to shave, when your beard does abound.
They will pretend that your sweats, is them making you hot
Just let them get on with it because it happens a lot
When your hair goes thin they will say they love it more
That’s what a loving relationship and growing old together is for
©~GG~10/07/2012