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Author’s Introduction - A word about Minot’s Ledge Lighthouse:
The Minot’s Ledge lighthouse, built 1850, lying off the southeastern chop of
Boston Bay, was the first lighthouse built in the U. S. that was not protected by
exposure to the fury of ocean storms. It was, then unfinished, in the shape of an
egg-shell painted red and supported by iron pillars. The first keeper, Isaac
Dunham, quit after 10 months citing how unsafe the structure was (swaying 2
feet in each direction in a storm). His fears were well founded, for in April 1851, a
colossal storm struck the New England coast. The lighthouse was toppled and
swept away, and the two attendants, Joseph Antoine and Joseph Wilson, were
killed.
The following day only a few bent pilings were found on the rock. This tragedy set
the standard for the construction of more solid structures using granite blocks for
greater support and a new light was built by June, 1860.
To this day, legend has it, that in dark and stormy weather, sailors hear a voice
coming from Minot’s Light crying in Portuguese (the nationality of one of the
deceased keepers – Joseph Antoine) – “Stay away!”
The Ill-Fated Lighthouse
The towering light that threw
Its friendly beams afar
Over the foaming waves,
The sailor’s guiding star,
Is quench’d – and darkness glooms
Where late it bless’d his sight,
As homeward bound he came
In the dark hour of night.
The thundering surges swept
Over the rocky bed,
From which the lighthouse rear’d
Aloft its flaming head.
And lo! They bore away
In that mad fearful hour,
The work that man had made –
The tempest’s rightful dower
And yet a richer freight
The heaving billows bore,
Than wreck of perished Light!
For tossing to the shore
The drench’d and lifeless forms
Of youthful dead there were,
Two brave and manly hearts
That sadly perish’d there!
Farewell ye faithful ones!
Your memory shall live,
While feeling hearts remain,
Pity’s sweet drops to give,
Or any to recount
The terrors of that night,
When the drear sea engulf’d
The hapless beacon light.
And you, ye rushing waves!
Sweep – foaming, sweep along,
And ever as ye go,
Lift high your noisy song;
For thou, remorseless sea!
Maketh all things thine own!
Then send aloft your tune,
And madly thunder on.
There will be
There will be
Oh yes, there will be
there will be
there will be days like that;
better receive it yet,,,
don't be endowed as a follower, be a leader;
there will be days like that;
when you won't need this nor that;
open your eyes, look to the skies, raise your hands toward heaven;
God has a place for you;
and a plan He has too;
and there will be days like a blazing, burning hell;
But God my Father will cool and comfort you;
while He's telling you;
You are His child and He won't leave you in the corner scared;
There will be;
There will be;
Oh yes, there will be;
and He will see;
to it that you will be;
There will be days like this;
There will be days like this;
oh, my, my, my what about the nights;
Some days I feel like I'm under;
instead of being over, I'm covered;
by glooms and despair, it's everywhere;
so don't just stop and quit;
I know that I am heaven blessed;
I know that I am heaven sent;
this I speak it, I insist;
ahh ahh ah aha ha...
There will be days like this, there will be days like this;
there will be days like this, there will be days like this;
there will be days like this;
there will be days like this;
there will be days like no other yes! even better and blissed;
there will be days;
there will be days;
in all of thy ways acknowledge Him;
give Him praise in all your ways;
give Him praise no matter how good or bad your days are;
for there will be
for there shall be;
it will be good and bad, happy sad;
There will be days like this;
There will be days like that;
what's under your hat, but thought process...
there will be...
there shall be...
it's within man's greed, to be, to need;
and I end this in a prayer;
I pray that all matter, matters;
for there shall be good days and sometimes bad;
my advice is to you;
stop doing what you do (all that's negatives)
stop moaning start rejoicing;
stop signing and demining;
raise up your arms, hands and voices;
try this and other more positive choices;
close your eyes and reach to the skies and pray;
for this is a better way;
just because there's....
There will be days like this!!!
I know not the paint of your face nor the slang of your name
I know not the acoustic of your voice nor the creed before your knees
I know not the double of helixes taut beneath your skin
Nor do I know the furnace that keeps you earthen
But...
I know the hoofs in the sound of your heart
I know the miles in your stride
I know the walk you walk, the step you step.
I know the despairing blue of the waters you sail
The sea is songful and your sails spatter malevolence
Trauma picks her strings in the orchestral chime of your haggard vessel
Your efforts are a ripple that dies before lying head at shore
Canaries, squirrels and all; sip from the succulence of your effort
Your fruit rots, and falls devoid of ripe.
Your will is wilting; your gravity is shredding,
and worms of serene are dragging their bellies out of your field.
Your heart is a soulless harbour of tears; bereft of laughter
Where ships of despair lay anchor upon the lifeless hazel sands
And those of hope toddle away
The trolls living in caves of your cochlea whisper to you
And make believe the world can go on without you
Your heart is a tuber that pockets sugar, blood and vitriol
And fear glooms throughout its girth
Shuttlecocks fly, stars burn, flowers bloom, honeybees dance, birds sing, but humans---smile
Yet your lips are a two ply elastic, numb to stretch, plyed to wretch.
The waters of choice breathe and fins of hopelessness cast shadow upon the mollies of happiness
Choose life, choose happiness, choose to be human---live---smile
Your heart is muscle but a muzzle
Unstoppable, a thousand swords not
Iron your fist; leather your palm and let fingers kiss caress unto the trigger
Load your glock---cock; choose to be human---live
Should the wells of ammunition run barren---RELOAD!
Fit to screen the thumbnail and see the bigger picture
Sieve out the coarse of your options and remain with a universe more
Choose happiness, choose life, choose to be human---smile
Walk away from the frozen harbour of tears---live on
And catch up with the fleet of hope
An excruciating Sunset gradually plunged behind my frail head
Dazzling glooms of muscular flames surrounding corners of my bed
With gleaming ominous vessels burdened by wonders of the dead
Enriched with overflowing water that curses the entire glory night
Blinding over the house spectacle & baffling it from the divine light
With souls buried with depraved crops administering a spiritual fright
Yet covered with overwhelming windows that blaze & baffles so bright
As the sun lights up, my body felt colossal pains & sizzling stitches
While native doctors cleansed the house from specters & witches
Ghost whispers cleansed the enclosure & discovered a vital purse
As I snatched the purse; marvels of evil specters conveyed a curse
Overwhelming revelations brushed my eyebrows & darkness prevail
Then packed all my belongings and now live to instruct & tell the tale
I've dwelled on the devil’s haunted throne, & my eyes have seen my ears
A diligence course has been haunting my soul for days, months, & years
Maybe the haunting started at conception or the day I was blithely born
It appears that I’m brain dead; my soul, real name, life, joy, & love is gone
All the events that happened; and my baptism name doesn't feel like me
Sometimes I question my faith, bow my dim head, or kneel on one knee
Asking the lord almighty questions about my demise, & where ill surely be
A yawning frosty gloom sheltered the space, while angry specter swarm
Vocalizing a solitary voice; shafting my thoughts with a twisting storm’
An indistinguishable earthquake twisted the hasty wits of my crony’s pet
while it rattles it’s diffused head ;& specters slit the collar of my white shirt
I’ll never forget that mind smashing instant ,when the dim curse emerged
As the skirmishing holy ghost bash ,& the evil swarm of specters surged
Ooh my fellow soldiers; learn to put god first in anything you do or think
Because he’ll pave your lost soul to him; and the devils evil demise will sink
Once upon a time,
there was a girl drowned in
her sense innocence.
Her eyes were unable,
to distinguish,
between good and bad,
She thought like herself,
the world was also a Heartfelt.
She was grown up like a small flower, who received a lot of loving shower.
She never thought,
the world could be too evil, too.
So the age came when she realized, she's being betrayed,
by the world,
and her loved ones.
First she didn't believe the truth, cause was blindfolded by the sweet smelling caring truth, unfortunately everyone has to face the dark glooms,
so she also faced the glooms.
She's being hurt,
and injured by her loved ones,
but never showed the painful injury, she got inside her deep heart.
Time flew with it's grace,
the innocent realized her mistakes.
She promised herself not to be, befooled once again.
She learned the art of controlling and avoiding her feelings and mistakes.
Now she has turned into a,
strong beautiful humane,
who's still innocent by her glance.
Only one thing has changed,
she's no more a plain female,
but a more wise and keen dame.
The li'l innocent remained everyone's, favorite.
Everyone called her the Beauty with Brain.
She fell in love with graceful, divinely, face of Shrikrishna.
She decided not to give up his, grace.
So got inspired from his pure soulful, existence,
the girl still loves every creature,
but for God's sake.
She matured enough to face the games.
Now she has the power to,
observe and read everyone's brain.
The world is still the same,
but her eyes got changed.
She's dearly to all,
but her dearly is Lord.
She'll gratify the peacemaker,
for a more happier destination.
The girl's innoncence proved her,
destiny maker,
which lasted towards her life breaker's maker,
cause she was the divine maker.
Is she real?
Yes, she's real,
residing inside the readers
as their love maker.
They brought an immoral woman unto Him with stones in their hands,
He knew they were the people of wickedness,
She stood ‘midst them with her head bent down,
She was seen smeared with dirt and glooms,
They looked ferocious and religious around her.
“Teacher, she carries dirt in her body,” one shouted.
“Man, yea, she is held in immorality with men.” Another cried.
In silence Jesus held and down to the ground bent ----
On the ground He wrote but in silence,
The woman in rags did wait for His Word,
But no word uttered from His mouth.
The angry mob shouted: “we’re righteous and she unrighteous,
Judge her and let us stone her to death,
For this is the law of Moses.”
And uttered from His mouth no word,
But bent down again to the ground and wrote.
“What do You write? Judge her,
For Thou art the Teacher, You say,” The mob shouted.
He rose and proclaimed:
“Anyone sinless ‘mongst you all can stone her to death.”
Less than a fraction of second the mob melted,
And she stood alone in rags and dirt.
He pronounced:” I too never judge thee,
Go, sin no more.”
She confessed:”My Lord!”
And she left.
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On the ground first what would have Jesus written?
Jesus’ mind speaketh:
“Father in Heaven, Thou hast given me a test,
For me too bound in Moses law,
The mob around Me tempt My Authority ----
The Authority Thou hast hidden in Me ----
As the tempter tried Me in wilderness.
Teach Me what to do for Mine is to do Thy Will on earth.
Second on the ground what would have Jesus written?
Jesus’ mind reveals:
“Our Father in Heaven, thank Thee Thou hast answered Me,
Thou hast made me do Thy Will on earth,
Thou hast shown Me Thou art the God of love and forgiveness,
Thou art in Me and I am in Thee.
I will not judge the woman in dirt and scold not the sinners,
Thank You, Father in Heaven,
I will do Thy Will alone.”
“Truth lies within oneself and not outside.” the author.
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Embodying the Light
Truth lies within oneself and not outside,
Embodying the light that is sublime
And in one`s life ever serves as a guide,
As a particle of light that`s divine.
Eternal truth needs first to be imbibed,
Possibly under masterly guidance
Before it`s internally circumscribed
And ushers in one`s life shine of brilliance;
Resting on the inner crest of the bones,
Truth waits for stage of assimilation
In the corridors of the brainy zone
Afore it dispels glooms of illusion.
Once internalised by the inner self
The glow of truth brightens day after day
With deep meditation within oneself
And steers one`s path along the proper way;
Such truth transcends the bounds of space and time
Redounds on those who come within its view
Spreads afar the the blessings of its bright shine
And for ever and ever sounds as new;
Like a bacon light that guides ships ashore,
Truth drives men to their rightful destiny
And leads them the inner self to adore
Until the dead end of eternity.
THOU I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY OF DEATH, I FEAR NO EVIL
Stricken but not stripped
Cursed but never coursed
Shot and never block
Stomped but stopped
Broke but never fell
Slapped to be crushed
And drag down in hell
So you stand there to take a laugh…
Drowning in a pool
To swim I never knew
To scream is like to call for more
Darkness to crave in like Mr Croc
Wiggling and shaking his tale towards me
To consume me as his night meal as he is good at
Fog creeps in
Thick clouds floods in
Lightning making a scar
The sun hides out
Trees glooms on
While the moon shines off
The wolfs may haul
To the tear that cries out
For the blood that splits out
As the sharks and scavengers approaches
Only to see the face… face drop,
But they, not knowing
Not knowing that from within
Deep inside at the core
There in the heart that blobs
Lit a candle
Though smelted down to no form
The top of it shines a flame
Joyfully sings and dances
Like a new born baby seeing his mom coming
And knowing that rich treasures of milk is to be served
The flame,
That glows in the night
Like a lighthouse at the seashore
That could be seen by sailors from afar
And giving them hope
That there is life nearby
And the sailing and wriggling is about to be over
Because there is rest
The light,
The light a sign of life
Life to be alive
Alive and has defeated
Defeated and knocked him out
Because the light never gives up
And though he can take his best shot
Draining all he has and all he could he wont
And he will never
Never as he wishes to turn off
Turn off the light
Because it was lit from above
And thou I walk through the valley of death, I fear no evil
Author Neo Masetlane
I found this little book
inside my heart, much
to my surprise – in a place
secure, for faithful, searching
eyes...apparently having long
been there – a safe-space of refuge,
free from sighs – an inner garden:
no perennial blooms, that perk and
rest, as sunlight and moons lift our
spirits like April Blooms, till
the winter's chills, though a
tolerable season of icy glooms –
some, of our specie
more inclined to adjust and
make best – put on skis, and
flip with fond zest...not willing
to succumb to our earth's seeming
recurring duress –
A place one finds nurture
and spiritual delight – free from
daily cares replete with despairs;
where the book came from –
God alone knows, and perhaps
none of my affairs; yet, filling me
with a sense, it was mine
to someday find – and then,
read to others, a blessed mission
to truthfully boast and share; I opened
it up...and low and behold,
sealed on the first page, was a
heart of gleaming gold. Solid gold,
seeming shiny and new.
Of course, I already knew, that
gold never tarnishes, just
the metals with which it is
mixed – and who would have
thought, on a book's first page
one would find, such a precious
thing affixed – a book of hope –
a book for all life? I pondered
thus refining even more – how
tarnishing mixtures gold needed
if to strengthen into shapes,
precious forms that endure – I thought of
my world, and my metals of strife –
thought of all my blemishes...those
I've spent seeming an eternity
from myself and others trying to hide...
and thought, maybe, I should have, all along,
not cursed them but blessed them – perhaps,
treasuring my obvious imperfections, as well
as my golden side.
Livearthia
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Livearthia is a planet that is full of life. A place were death has no breath, and nobody knows the meaning of the word. Here death can't even be made up. Here beings are born to live forever. Growing up, being young, growing old, being young again, growing up and old, over and over again, and never dying. In this world, age is determined by how many life cycles you have lived, each cycle you gain more and more experience, unlike planet Earth where you only live one cycle, and the word death is every where, a sad and lonely planet, oblivious to the vast space that surrounds it, there's an intelligence there that brings affliction and war to its kind. In Livearthia the sky is lit up with planets and six of what earthling's call moons, livearthians call glooms and two distant stars that always shine, and it never rains in Livearthia there‘s just a fog, a mist, or a dew. Living things just live, and hunger does not exist.. Livearthians do not speak, they use telepathy, and sign language. One of Livearthia’s glooms is an albino gloom that shines bright but is only the size of Mt. Rushmore. Livearthians inhabit five of the twenty seven planets that surround it Affinity, Infinitum, Vernier, Sagacious, and Callow.
~ Leonard Napierskie
Liv-ear-thia
The Livearthia population numbers only in the thousands, planets in the Livear universe are much smaller, and younger. Livearthians do not multiply and over populate the planet much like the humans do to the Earth. Livearthians are much more god like obtaining powers unimaginable, and they do not travel outside there solar system because they choose not to, they are happy where they are.
~ Leonard Napierskie