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Whenever you feel lost
Or when you feel to reset
To look back and feel refreshed
Click the “Home” key
It’ll open the door to inner prosperity
A heart filled with joy
For there’s no place like home
When you feel like something is missing
Or you are missing something
You look through the woods and see a forest
You finally decide to run away, don’t!
Click the “insert” key
It’ll make space for a missing heart
A missing soul
Or a missing leter
Then the letter makes a word whole
No need to panic, insert!
Each time you feel you wronged someone
Or there’s something making you look or feel terrible
There’s a key called “backspace”
You can hit it way back to fix all the wrongs
All the mistakes that find you mistaken
Forgiveness is such a key, no, backspace
A sure way to fix things
Anytime you foresee danger
Trouble lingering ahead, impatiently waiting for you
You know you’ll lose it
You’ll lose her, him, them
Click on “delete”
It’s there to save you from the bad
It’s not gonna happen
It’s never gonna happen
Then you know you are safe
When you feel squashed and need to make way...
When things are compressed and you need to breathe
Take a walk and visit “space”
Bet you’ll need this guy as often
Might become great friends
Don’t be afraid, you need air
And space is there to give it to you
Sometimes, in order to go forward
One needs to reflect
See what you have, or have had
Some highlights or flashbacks
Can go a long way
You need “PrtSc”, print screen in full
To observe for you what you cannot
Through the naked eye of ignorance
Reflect, it’s a good part of moving on
One wouldn’t argue that
Now and again you could use a “tab”
From one place to another
Hop forward, this is a slow train
Why not adjust and keep the format most suitable for you
This is your life, take a tab!
Whatever life throws at you
You know you are the only one
Who is in possession of this special key
It’s a key to happiness
It’ll transport you to any place you ever want to go
It’ll give you anything you need, and want
This key has a name, like no other
“Ctrl” is the only key you can ever use whenever you want to
It’s never far from you
It’s on both your right and your left hand side
Always reachable, always available
You should try it sometimes
Life can be computerized
But what if a computer is personalized?
one day
it will tell you from page to page
lose no mater how cool play
Kung fu loose
Kug fu loose
but cut it loose
This pace is just holding me down
not knowing how many blocks or miles, when everything is going to hell,
And I’m going down
Ill get out of this trap
I’ll write a book plant the seed to think before you act
and in this book
we’ll make it right
it will give you direction in your life
what to do
you’ll lose
it will guide you from room to room
to leave your house
and as you carry this book with you
Even if it comes as a bit of a challenge I will make it through
born to please
why you asking where ive been?
win this fight
turn right
And I know you never lied
I want to live a good life
Guess what its like!
plant the seed to think you’re beautiful
you can play by all the rules
turn me loose
the book wont let you pass life by
or vice versa
hurry
You will see what you’re doing to me
Not believing me
And I will know about your suspicious minds
Such suspicious minds
Cmon cmon lets go
of riddle upon riddle
stop and say hello
Hollow
to make it right
of mysteries you’re solving along your way
gotta do it my way
or no way at all
seven ancient wisdoms and secrets
you know what makes this what you want
that tell you turn left to find shelter
to get here
As long as I know how to love
All my life to give
to get high
such tears you’ve cried
suspicions
on a suspicious mind
Such suspicious minds
go forward for change
live al little dangerous
and turn back for protection to discover truth in the delusion of safety
Six Tomorrows starts today
that makes us come together again
One-day ill write that book
even on my knees
to make the right to get here
you will be afraid to be seen reading in the streets
telling you which way to walk in the beat box
to see me throw the kill switch
I know you love me soo bad
tomorrow starts today and everything changes
what page to read in what order
as ever page is a poem of puzzles and riddles of a fairytale disorder
to rage against
where everyone has the feeling everything is going to hell
brainwash and manipulated belief of dreams and nightmare cults and treason
shooting the five messengers
but you will lose
you’ll lose
to me
get off your knees
IN HEAVEN....
Mom has gone to heaven
No more hospital No more Pain
She went to be with Jesus
She doesnt have to hurt again
Peace and Calm all around her
Only happiness is in store
She met up with her Sis & Mom
Who were waiting at heavens door
They took her to meet Jesus
They didnt want to make him wait
Together They gently guided her
Through the Pearly gates
When she saw him she was amazed
This made it all worth it even in the darkest days
She put her arms around him
& Looked upon his face
She mustered all her courage dignity and grace
She said "Father thank you for saving me
And bringing me to this magnificent place"
I have one request to pray
if with YOU thats OK
A message for those that I left behind
on that fatefull day
Tell them how much I LOVE them all
in my heart is where they'll STAY
each and everyone of u is LOVED in your own special way
Please Lord if its not to much trouble perhaps you could try
tell them NO need for sorrow No reason for them to cry
Let them know I enjoyed
Every moment of being their Mom
But Im asking them now for ME
To Try and move on
Each one if them etched in my memory FOREVER
didn't we have so many laughs and LOVE together?
You can do I taught you to be strong
Its with in THEM that my memory lives on
That they are wonderful I adore all of my precious kids
I NEED them to do ME a favor to go forward & to LIVE
If they waste all their time mourning
Theyll have nothing left to give
Tell them I am FINE Im having a grand old time
Never forget that I am FOREVER yours
And you ALL are forever MINE
I promise you we will embrace again just in given time
And Lastly Lord to the LOVE of my life
and my other half
Tell him ILL be waiting for HIM
to continue on OUR path
That our LOVE is true don't be sad
This statement I hope is reassuring
He is my soul mate my love my life
our LOVE will be enduring
I enjoyed every munute of being his wife
I will continue to do so here in our ETERNAL life
Only need to wait until he calls you to the light
Each and every one of them
Loyalty and LOVE they have shown
So proud to call you all mt OWN
Can u let them know
I am there right beside them
Theyll NEVER have to walk alone
Someday we WILL all be together again
In the place that is Gods home
Perche Sono me II.
I interact with the blues because I feel sad and I am alone.
The blues are an expression of my internal feelings.
My biological needs and psychological needs are in a constant state of dueling.
My biological needs are pulsating.
My psychological needs are in a strong state of defense.
My biological needs are very powerful.
They want to spring a new bio.
So powerful that it hurts the three components of my life.
It feels like only a visit from the reaper could make them go away.
These needs are powerful and must not win.
You ask me “why don’t you just follow your biological needs?”
Why do you continue to deprive your body of what it wants?
Would you deprive it of food and water?
Truthfully, I am conscious and will not follow in the footsteps of some of my friends in
the past. I do not want to make the same decisions that they made and realize my
mistake(s). My biological needs will not deprive me.
I deprive my body of these needs because I must continue to go forward. A short
break of a few minutes may end up as a divine comedy for a long time with no smiles.
Food and water are vital to the sustained notion of life. Procreation and non-
procreation in a sexual environment are ok, but it is not meant to be the controller of
life.
My psychological needs are more important to me.
Self-esteem & self-actualization are at the top of the pyramid.
My physiological needs are at the bottom
Praise Allah for Maslow
My mind is more important than my body
My mind wants me to go forward and never give up.
I must follow my dreams and not the wishes of the undercroft.
Finally, I say to all of you this is the reason why I am single
I want to be with someone that connects with me and I with them.
I am not looking for an easy person.
Too many of the doves are brown and sound like quails.
I am looking for my white dove with the voice of the hawk and the majestic tranquility
and beauty of an eagle in all its beauty.
I have not found my phoenix.
I will not die because I live.
“Cowards die many times but the valiant taste death once.” These are the words of
Julius Caesar to his wife Calperna.
With this quote in mind I will move forward and I will do it my way.
Maslow was and is still right.
Dedicated to the Officers and crew of
USS Columbia (SSN 771)
Goodbye Sun
We are welcomed by men in
immaculate whites
Through a hatch
we descend a steep ladder
into "The Last Slider"
From a narrow corridor we enter
into the brain and nerves
of this vessel-
To my untrained eye the confusion
of cables overhead is bewildering
This black ship of stealth
tracks the world outside,
silently invisible itself
Rows of monitors, sonar devices
high powered periscopes
all with a myriad of buttons to push-
A marvel of technology -
yet men are the heart and soul
of this great ship
They are Submariners
They say goodbye to the sun
for months on end
Week after harrowing week they spend
day after day on grinding drills
where the only thrill is their daily meals
Systematic, methodical
They are human- in a ship of war
but a ship that exists for freedom
The Officers guide us through each section
The ship at rest has released them
from an endless commitment but
with a practiced eye
they are still attuned to every detail
Commanders almost prescient
so in step with every procedure
they can sense malfunction in their sleep
I notice the commitment to excellence
I note the pride behind the
preparations for our inspection
Blue curtains with the ships insignia
are drawn on bunk beds
Shiny copper engine parts, clean bright paint
reflects the values of those who
keep their vessel, ship-shape
Now I stand in the nose where the
weapons rest
The metal tubes look benign
for all the power they contain
Ironically in rows, directly above,
the crew's bunks are located-
in tiers of three -even sleep
is regimented
Photos of family are the only
human touch in
this dark, black, whale
of a vessel
The sense of duty for each individual
seems overwhelming
There is a spirit of complete trust
between them
This is a world for honorable men
"Victory is Silence"
I try to imagine daily living
the self-containment
the steely discipline
the choosing to go forward in the face of
uncertainty
Precision and man - morphing
The pact between Submariners is
absolute.
They move as one.
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we need to let go of that welfare mentality
and let God bless us with a new and positive reality
just start believing that we deserve to be blessed
believe that through God our testimony will progress
God will command a blessing just for you
and He will send it abundantly too
moving on up towards your prosperity
moving on up to claiming the victory
you what to go forward in life, to no longer be in the same tired rut
you need to get motivated, so just get up off your butt
there's got to be something better now that you're a child of the true King
it's time for you to move on up and reach out for that gold ring
and whenever I call on you, the Lord God did say
humble yourself before Me, from this very day
and with the words out of your mouth, watch what you speak
don't call misery down upon yourself, stop being mentally weak
when God removed the Israelites from Egypt's slavery hold
as the chosen generation, He expected to do as they were told
God was attempting to move them on up
trying to fulfill their spiritual cup
He moved a mountain for them, He divided a river in half
but the Israelites were unyielding and continued to walk a disobedient path
they would not shut up and let God work in their lives
so God smote them with a 40 year curse full of misery and strife
people tend to harbor a lot of minor and petty stuff
we need to get rid of the baggage in life so God can move us up
we tend to put frivolous things and issues first in our minds
unable to see the real treasures that are hidden behind
and whenever God calls on us with a blessing or an anointing
we tend undermine, hinder and underestimate our appointing
we need to stop walking around mumbling, moaning and groaning
we need to start doing some praying, fasting and atoning
believe that the Lord God can do the impossible
let Him give you a blessing and just trust in His gospel
God's work will be done, for He will make a way
God will bless you if you just shut up and learn to obey
don't get caught up in yourself , just have faith in His word
forget what the world has to say, forget the negative things that you've heard
moving on up with Father God at your back
moving on up towards prosperity on the right spiritual track
TO WEAK
Im sorry that I am to weak to just be "friends"
The reason quite simple didnt want it to END
YOU were a drug that ran through EVERY vein
Now sitting here alone loathing the PAIN
Losing u in my life wont lie it truly STINGS
Did you know all the pleasure your love brings?
, surprised at my own reaction when u told me goodbye can't tell you how many times I've SAT here and cried
I sit in isolation and it deeply hurts
cant stop thinking about YOU which makes it all worse
WAS I BLIND? maybe the ONLY one who didnt see
Impossible because I WAS THERE I felt the electricity
I KNOW YOU felt it too the chemistry between u & I
STILL unsure what I did for you to tell me goodbye
UNAWARE that we had a problem
thought everything was ALRIGHT
YOU were my FIRST thought in the morning
My last thought each night
Our attraction & desire unconfined
Every day thoughts of you burn in my mind
We had "something" hard to define
Still VERY special uniquely YOURS & MINE
Some time has passed thats true
Feelings not subsided STILL MISSING U
MY ego & confidence slightly tattered
WANTED to be the Women who remotley MATTERED
WISH to go back to the way things used to be
when u got butterflies when U thought of ME
To the place of newfound friends
A thrill with EVERY message youd send
Perhaps you felt was the ONLY choice
GOD I long for our chats & the sound of your voice
YOU meant so much to me even MORE than I knew
Knowing me BETTER than those closest to me do
I think thats WHY it hurts so much
I invited YOU in & opened MYSELF UP
KNEW what was blossoming long ago
Now Im the PATHETIC loser who cant let u go
I heard it early on Cupids arrow calling
Easier to ignore than admit I was FALLING
Easy for you maybe u can give me a CLUE
HOW do I go forward and get OVER you?
Crushed like bricks when you withdrew
Waiting for a sign or some kind of break through
MY live and friend have not 1 regret
I cherish EVERY moment we shared NEVER to forget
NO words need be spoken how YOU FEEL I already KNOW
Let's chalk it up to learning and a reason to grow
I am TRYING my best to do whats right for ME
Pick up whats left if my wavering dignity &
HOPING someday YOU will SMILE
when u stop & think of ME
You came into our lives like a storm
We fear it's not the norm.
Our life has a secret past
We knew it would never last.
We wondered what you'd want from us
Maybe it's only out trust.
What you took was our soul
Our story never to be told.
We keep to ourselves out of fear
Our secrets you don't want to hear.
For when we expose our life
It is used against us in a fight.
Our trust we must keep hidden
For friends are forbidden.
Because you see, us children of abuse
Grow into adults of recluse.
We pray each day for peace of mind
But, we know that is unkind.
For when we try
All we do is cry.
Our pain is real
And our fate is sealed.
The questions we ask
We're taken to task.
So, here we are, feeling depressed
Again our thoughts suppressed.
Us children of abuse
That grow into adults of recluse.
You had so much control
You didn't know what you stole.
So much violence
Made us so silent.
A lifetime of waste
Was not in haste.
We thought you were strong
But we were so wrong.
Us children of abuse
That grew into adults of recluse.
Life was tense
It didn't make sense.
So young of mind
We didn't know at the time.
Torn from family and friends
How can we ever fit in.
In a crowd we feel alone
So we flee to the walls of home.
Answers we always seek
But questions are ours to keep.
Our thoughts we can't turn off
We wonder does it ever stop.
Us children of abuse
That grow into adults of recluse.
We have so much to give
For we so want to live.
But over and over it fails
Because of each of our tale.
Through the years there was tranquility
We know that sounds silly.
For when it comes we sabotage totally
But we go forward ever so boldly.
Us children of abuse
That grow into adults of recluse.
The abuser is often not caught
Never knowing what they taught.
A lifetime of pain and untrust
That will forever live in us.
So, we keep our feelings within
So others won't look in.
After all these years of unjust
Why does it still bother us.
Now it's the tail end of our lives
And, we have survived.
But all is good
As it should.
Our mind and soul will heal
Our fate is not sealed.
Now you see, why us children of abuse
Have become adults of recluse no more!
The others are left to roam on their own…
Everlasting sorrow spills out from the carcasses…
Love has already spoiled…hate is the main event in the picture…
Laurel…Save yourself from death or hell...below...…before it’s too late!
The others are left to rot…they took their leave long ago
Hell has opened its gates and gravity pulls them down below the blemished ground…where they once slept…
Ashes placed here and there…buried…left untouched…unseen for years
Tell the others…”LEAVE OR THEY’LL FACE THEIR ABOMINABLE FATE”
Seven souls are casted to the graveyard
One must crawl out…of the crust…
Unveil your true nature…unwind for a time…scream out the truth
Learn to listen…learn to gain understanding and wisdom…GAIN INSIGHT…
Tread the narrow path…not the sinful, rocky trail…
Oh God, will you lift them up from their deathbeds?
Empty…lost…don’t forlorn for your love…she’ll return to you soon…go forward, despite your loss…
Shameful…alone…don’t look back – don’t step into that trap!
Calm down…you must leave her behind for a time…and forget and forgive the perilous past
A petite, sweet, black rose is placed next to her tombstone…I’m sorry for the agony that swallowed you whole like an immense tide
Pour forth your Mercy…upon him…let him trek the road to paradise
Exit the land of the dead…and live for eternity and you’ll earn true happiness
Forget not the gifts you come in contact with
Rummage not into the Storage Room full of horrid memories
Off you trot…run away from this nightmare…this living nightmare…
Marvel at the black, velvet sky and pray to Him…welcome the sun with open arms
Isolate yourself from the ghosts that doused you with long-term grief
Torn apart by your absence, I finally found my way out of my own wistful snare…
Sell not your heart of gold…keep it and treasure it…it’ll serve you good
Dark spirits…GOOD RIDDANCE…purge from him his painful distress…
Escort him to a better place…a palace he calls Home…
Make sure to spread out good news upon him…so he won’t feel that searing stress
I hope for the best for him…I don’t care how insane I sound right now…
Silly how much I can actually sympathize with him…LOOK up to Him
Exactly…I’d be careful what you wish for or pray for…
Tonight, once more, I sleep on the ground,
so that another will not have to;
another post, another round,
soon enough another's to do.
For some time, it felt like quitting, to leave, to repeal,
passing the torch a betrayal somehow;
of old friends, an old ideal,
of my promise to myself and others, my vow.
I've only just realized that feeling is wrong,
that another will flawlessly fill my boots;
that if you're somewhere you truly don't belong,
'tis no treason to pull up your roots.
I've known it's what I need, that for me it's right,
for many a post, many a day, many a year;
yet only now, approaching the proverbial light,
at tunnel's end does it all feel clear.
Feeling trapped oft makes one feel out of place,
out of sorts, missing pieces, out of self;
one hundred and forty six days to the end of my race,
and I'm taking old, precious pieces of me off the shelf.
On this road, I've been lost and I've been broken,
and some of those times are scant days behind;
yet through deeds done and words spoken,
I know I'm not far from what I've needed to find.
The me I've always wanted, always sought,
the man I've always known I must come to be;
the idea that he already was, I was told but fought,
thanking the praise, but thinking that wasn't yet me.
On this road, he's tried so hard to surface,
but too many times my demons had my ear;
hatred of it has become almost my purpose,
drowning out the man screaming, "I'm here!"
Yet as this self-imposed sentence draws to a close,
his voice grows louder, easier to hear;
as time and effort steal all import from my foes,
I feel more like an old self, and that dream held dear.
What I didn't know until now, didn't get,
was that to go forward, a step back was due;
taking pieces off of that inner shelf, to wit,
was the old part of the mixture of before and new.
I've finally glanced just right at the mirror,
seen what I'd set aside as a goal for another day;
I saw another in my eyes when I drew nearer,
that man once more, asking if this time he can stay.
So tonight, for once, I sleep better on the ground,
so that another will not have to;
another post, another round,
soon enough another's to do.