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The Killers of Happiness
Psychologists didn’t want my life, because I love God
They didn’t want my life here.– I respect the ancient past
The modern psychology tramples my life, because I love God
God gave my life; he created. Not a man, not a human. God didn’t create
He is eternal, I am not evil, but this is my life. God gave life
Not for psychology. Never. Just for the live. The life
Yes, life is pure without psychology. Psychology is demonic
Must
Destroyed
Life
Is winner
God, I know you do a lot for me, please forgive me
Never
Never
But
Destroy
This psychology
I don’t need
Parasites
In my life
God, I know I am a curse of your creation
God!
Never love me!
Just do justice!
Your commands are trampled underfoot by modern psychology
I am suffering
God, I suffer from modern psychology.
Because I love You
God
I am a victim
Of
Psychology
Love is an illusion, deceiving woman and man,
Like a magician eluding the eye with the hand.
We are trapped by the one whom we befriend,
Only to be left alone with no beginning, no end.
The heart is severed, chest is tight,
The essence of life, given up without a fight.
We experience the same love but in different ways,
And are captured and tormented for the rest of our days.
Like fools we walk, seeking desire's water,
And fall in love, with someone's son or daughter.
With happiness accompanying love at the start,
Only to laugh, as love tears us apart.
The sweet mellow sound that we once heard before,
Suddenly stops and the tune is no more.
Is love an illusion, here to settle an old score?
To quicken our journey towards death's door?
Love is an illusion that duped both you and I,
And will remain an illusion long after we die.....
Beautiful gypsy riding in a caravan
With a black mongrel and an old man
In the cold winter
Off to a world
That is new
And yet unknown
To a place that she will make her own
Across the dusty Arabian sands
With a glowing crystal ball in her hands
Armed with magical spells
And Voodoo like bells
Educated in the art of healing
With herbal roots
And exotic fruits
Robed in her long black tunic
And her big black boots
Her thick black hair
Raven black
Engulfs her pretty little face
Ravishing beauty
That turns heads in every little place
What will the future hold?
As they seek great fortune
Happiness and gold
Across the fields
They watch
Horse riding
Over the snow flakes
And across the hilly villages
Off to the city in the north
Where the Great robber pillages
Beautiful gypsy riding in her caravan
She arrives in a strange land
And meets a crowd of people
Shouting from a steeple
Go back! Go back!
But a preachers offer water
And asked the old man
Is this your daughter?
Beautiful gypsy riding in her caravan
Found a home to stay
She went down on her knees
To pray
She is too far from home any way
Some memories of silver sands,
have faded like old photographs.
But waves rush in to ponder on,
incoming tides of happiness.
Our shadows left upon the ground,
are looking for a sea-shell found,
and kites sail high upon the wind,
to take us back, just once again
We'd dig the sand, to paradise,
to build a castle to the sky
and filled our childhood fantasy
with knights, and queens, and gallentry...
Our hearts, carefree, as we were one,
with earth and sky, with wind and sun
Lone barefoot walks, along a beach,
were followed by our impressed feet
~
The rugged coves, the misty air,
the windswept trees, each mystery...
can sweep me back, in time, and then,
I see it still, so very clear,...
where sky and ocean meet again
Restless eucalyptus leaves,
that scatter in the ruthless wind
can bring to me a childhood shore,
A place I left my heart and more
Gulls that circle, high above
Reminding me of days so loved
Where castles made of sand were found
Until the waves came crashing down
Today I climb the winding path
That lingers yet, in aftermath
I'm dazzled by this new day's glare,
reflected from those other years
This place I knew when summer came
Now warms my heart from winter's game
Where blooming lilacs danced a tune
And summer's end would come too soon
There’s an old joke, “Procrastinate now, because
the sooner you fall behind, the longer you’ll have to catch up.”
Ha ha.
While a lot of students around here, even the good ones,
are procrastinators, I’m a diagnosed pre-crastinator.
I obsess over syllabuses and start things immediately.
I've got rough drafts of things due three months from now.
I’m a planner. Leisure time makes me itch.
I say that to say this, I’m reaping my rewards.
There’s a palpable layer of fret in the air.
Everyone's (the seniors) talking about their theses,
and how they need to start it—first thing yesterday.
I just listen, playing Flappy Bird on my phone, because I’m done.
When my professor handed my thesis paper back the other day,
he said, “This is good.” At first, I was delighted, quietly rocking it inside.
Then I floundered, becoming somewhat indignant. Why’d he sound surprised? Because I handed it in a little (80 days) early?
But soon enough, I was back to happiness.
I’ll have to defend it one day, but I’ll go first, wait and see.
Shall we wax poetic?
I’m like the sea, always restless
and I enjoy the flavor of honest effort.
I dub snark, and the little, jealous glances,
I blunt them with chey smiles, while thinking,
I’ll row my boat, and you row yours—just a little slower.’
Let them whisper me freakish
though I win a thousand crowns,
the real pleasure lies in my gun slinger’s sang-froid,
to finish the commission first and be the best.
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Songs for this:
Let Me Down Easy by Gang of Youths
Let Me Go by CAKE
This morning as a 71 year old man walking with Deborah on a beach in Florida…
I thought back to the big plans I had as a boy…
plans that would bring me wealth and fame and lead to happiness and joy.
Plan A was be a baseball star…the best outfielder of them all!
Unfortunately I was never very good at hitting, catching or throwing that little ball.
Plan B was to be a football star…they play with a bigger ball.
but when it came to playing football…it was me who as too small
Plan C was to be a rock star…not bad for a third choice.
But a plan that was quickly abandoned
as people covered their ears when they heard my singing voice..
Yes, I was going to be famous and wealthy…
with legions of adoring fans…
but it seems the Gods, or fate or destiny…
for me…had other plans.
I never planned to be a teacher…they’re not famous or wealthy…
Is that even a career?
Yet there I was a teacher…for almost 40 years.
I never planned on being a husband, a father, a Pop-Pop
No, these things I never planned to be…
I planned on being a free spirit…not having people who depended on me.
But a teacher, a husband, a father, a Pop-Pop…I am all of the above
How is it possible so many things I never planned…I have come to love?
Speaking for that boy in Ohio…
now a 71 year old man walking with Deborah across the Florida sand….
It’s amazing how happy that boy and I are…living the life we never planned.
When I think about us I think about longevity
Happily ever after definitely, we were destined to do this since we first laid eyes on each other but obviously we weren't ready. I walked away from past relationships when we had hardships because I refused to deal with the issues that came with that woman because I wouldn't let her stand in the middle, of my happiness. Sometimes sadness turns into madness, but I guess I wasn't that mad with my standards, every woman had a question what was I looking for in a woman, now I look to you, you were that answer. You're worth it because I know you won't put me threw anything I dealt with before, this has to be the sunshine because we both stood in the rain when it was hail storming, we weep many nights but we also know joy comes in the morning, so I'm up early in the a.m. thanking God for this blessing feels like history in the making, I always wanted someone who I had no doubts about and our love for each other was far past amazing, they called me crazy and said I wouldn't find what I searching for, but you knew all along, I guess that's what best friends are for
When she first introduced herself....
she was quite the shy one.
She approached him in the street that day....
She had a black hoodie on,
that said "Answer to No One,"
keeping her emotions at bay.
Upon meeting this man,
who had been through hell himself,
she reached over his head,
taking his heart from off the shelf.
She didn't care about his money,
or what he had already gone through....
she just wanted to show him....
that love can be deep and true.
She was a slender girl,
29 years old,
birthday the 14th of December....
she had her own flaws,
her own imperfections,
dark brown hair....
and she didn't care....
She was of a different breed....
loved video games and WWE,
she was from Orlando,
but moved with her parents,
she grew up with a troubled past,
none of her previous relationships would last....
but she didn't care about that....
this girl was just like him.
Her baby blue eyes,
had a story to tell....
She was a vicarious Sagittarius....
but when she saw him,
her heart jumped for joy....
her main statement to him was cheery and upbeat,
"come here and hug me, boy!!!"
She would always squeeze him tight,
and remind him that she would always....
always....
treat him like a king and treat him right.
He had been verbally abused,
and emotionally used....
but when he saw her,
the pain and the strain went away....
the tears would subside,
and never again would he cry,
because she was there for him,
and she continually showed him why....
it was good to be loved,
for that feeling to be real....
something they both wanted to feel.
Days passed,
weeks went by....
love overcoming hate,
soon thereafter, she approached him again,
this time, she had gained weight.
He asked where it came from,
and she said....
being in love does that to you.
She had gained pounds of happiness....
You sell yourself for money
Hour lunch two coffee breaks
To punch a card at 5pm
For a cheap watch and a cake
You live on autopilot
A zombie for the pay
Make copies, staple papers
Day, after day, after day
You think you're irreplaceable
Never make it without you
But if you dropped dead on the floor
They'd step right over you
And when your time is over
They blow up some balloons
Toast you with some Diet Sprite
Goodbye they're done with you
Tell me was it worth it?
Did it bring you any joy?
Did you trade your soul,your dreams
To be gainfully employed?
Were you ever happy
Or was it lies , just fake
Do you wish your life was more
Than a cheap watch and a cake?
Run and Catch the Wind
Run and catch the wind, little one,
Fly on wings above the trees;
Make a clubhouse in the clouds
Let every dream soar like a breeze
Capture sunbeams in a jar
Like fireflies on a summer night
So no matter where you wander
You will always carry God’s light
Shake the stardust from the North Star
Gather up each sparkling light
Build magic castles on starry shores
Each day find new delights
Ride on waves of laughing foam,
A dolphin playing in the sea,
Happiness your forever friend
With gifts of blessings always free
Wake up each morning with the sun
Cuddle the moon in moonlight slumbers
Slide down rainbow afternoons
Treasure these and all life’s wonders
4-27-22
Contest: Nursery Rhymes 3
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