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Is your mind in the gutter,
full of what you shouldn't utter?
Or perhaps it's your conscience
which eats you alive with slanderous nonsense--
about your ex, matters of sex, or your neighbor's pecs?
Heh-heh, join the club, bub.
You're not going to drown in this tub
--Glub, glub, glub--
You won't necessarily be snubbed
Or flub the proverbial dub.
There is a solution to all this pollution
of your most precious resource,
your mind,
of course.
Just take a deep breath, heave a huge sigh;
Look up at the sky; LOL, "My oh my."
Then flip the switch,
Count your blessings;
That'll get rid of
What is depressing:
Fuming over how much your ex hates you and you her?
--Start counting the days since you had to occupty the same space with her.
Now there, don't you feel better already, your load a bit lighter?
Seething because you haven't had sex since the passing of Tyrannosaurus Rex?
--Start counting all the partners who you avoided who'd have cursed you
with a hex.
Whew! Aren't you happy now that you didn't bite off more than their fair
necks?
Jealous of the shape your neighbor's in? Plotting to undo his diet & do him in?
--Start recalling all the meals you've enjoyed that you've have had to skip:
I'll bet in a minute or two you'll be convinced that life for him is a gyp.
The grass is always greener on the other side:
When we start rolling in the mud, we slip and then slide
into negative thoughts and soul-poisoning contemplation,
at which time what's called for is refreshment and rejuvenation,
starting with a change of the the mind's diaper, to rid it of a load
of toxic pollutants and misdirected fury untold.
April 16, 2018
Ephesians 4:27 admonishes all believers in Jesus Christ, not to give a place to the devil. As a direct result of our anger because when we lose control of our own emotions, the devil has won a victory! The devil is a thief who comes only to rob steal kill and destroy us. If we give the devil even one inch or one meter, he will take a whole mile from us.
The devil comes to steal our joy our peace and our fellowship with Jesus Christ and fellow believers. The devil comes to kill us. He knows full well he cannot destroy our spirit. Because he cannot rob us of our everlasting life! But he can kill our minds and destroy our souls during this life only!
The devil comes to destroy us he can destroy our families, our homes, neighborhoods for example. The human family is what God has based the foundation of human society. Some of his worse assaults has been to destroy the family units. Usually he accomplishes it via absentee fathers and/or mothers.
The devil is the world's greatest lairs of all times. He is murderer from the beginning of time and a liar. He hates God, His Holy Angels, His Heavenly and His Earthly Saints! By destroying God's created beings, he can strike back at His own Creator! He was a usurper who wanted to kick God off of His throne and take His place! He lead one third of his angels against God!
He was the snake in the Garden of Eden who deceived Eve. And who caused Adam to also sin against God! Adam and Eve were forgiven. Why because sin already existed! However, God cannot forgive Satan, because sin originated through him alone. Neither can He forgive his fallen angles or demonic spirits! Resist the devil and he shall flee from you! Bound, the strong man, the devil himself!
In Jesus Christ's Holy Name!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
February 18, 2021
I say crazy things.
Because I simply forget sometimes.
I can forget mid-sentence.
And I’ll have to start over and over.
The repetition is comforting somehow.
Sometimes I’ll try to save the sentence so I don’t repeat myself.
Which sometimes only makes it worse, and it becomes a run on sentence, and I’m suddenly scared to stop talking because I’m afraid of what they will say, and I feel like I haven’t been talking that long anyway, so it feels like they’re interrupting me…
I am able to go into “normal mode.”
But that’s exhausting, and really for others’ benefit.
I know they’re worried, but it’s not a big deal, I just have to keep talking because I have so many ideas! Unless I’m just repeating myself, but I’m not sure right now.
I’m just talking to myself, but who else will I talk to? All these other crazy people?
It’s time for lights out anyway.
I don’t have time to sleep. I need to whisper to myself until morning. Because if I don’t, I will forget everything…
Well, what do I need to remember? Remembering is scary. My family hates me, I think.
In here, it’s ok to forget.
Sometimes, it’s easier to just be crazy.
Pillar of perfect Civilization
Foundation stone truly speaks of pure love of humanity
No discrimination of nepotism in any way for any reason
where nothing is concerned about Country race religion caste creed black or white
Just considers only humanity which is above all
where human is treated as human only in priority
The law of pure humanity speaks about love only
but not applicable for inhuman people
For inhuman people injustice is justice
Pure social human norms are their hates
destruction is their destination
they feel happy by inflicting pain to others
Ultimately they donot know to love themselves also
She entered the store
With list in hand
Hating every moment
Knowing no one would understand
Who hates shopping
It is supposed to be fun
But to the clearance girl
Just something else to be done
She carefully went to XL
Knowing nothing would fit
The color would be odd
But she would take what she can get
Maybe she would try again
A credit card would provide choices
But then, she played it out
And succumbed to the voices
.........YOU WILL NEVER GET WHAT YOU DESIRE
Settling had always worked
Why would she try a different way
Dressing nice, at this point
Would leave her broke at the end of the day
Sloppy bum, ain't bad, really
Especially for folk, just gettin' by
Life is being lived just fine
Without having to confront THAT particular lie
She walked out of the store
With nothing to account for the trip
So she stopped at the beauty store
To buy bleach for her hairy lip
Who cares that there are stores
Of every kind in this nation
Shopping is torture
When you have no grid for pleasant sensations
.....WORK, WORK, WORK
..............and yet nothing is for YOU!!!!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-21-2019
Note: My son taught me how to shop yesterday, and we had a wonderful adventure!
I faced alarming paradoxes
as I headed toward puberty.
First,
my King James Bible-belting parents,
extended family,
and all-hopelessly-WHITE farm community
taught me
God loves me
and all the children,
red and yellow,
and black almost as much as white.
That felt good
but then I learned God hates me
because I became queerly obsessed
with hot guys,
and not hot girls.
So, God restoratively created me
so He could retributively hate me.
That seemed like poor justice and peace planning to me,
and I was still in fifth grade.
Then I learned that God had given me two extraordinary gifts:
Possibly unmeasurable intelligence,
and so,
my grade-school principal warned
my evangelical farmer parents,
we were not to be surprised
if I was and saw this Earth
in a somewhat different way.
My second gift
was the envy of all good Bible-belting out and still-in teenagers.
I could sing with the angels.
So,
the God of Infinite Love
is my Creator
and I am His Frankenstein *****
with a mind and singing voice to soar,
full of Grace.
You and I might both be surprised
how long it took to figure out
Something is very wrong with this picture,
and I don't think it is just me.
It was merely everyone else I knew and trusted
in that Bible-belting time.
So I sang for them in full voice
but gave as little voice to my sexuality as possible.
I wrote papers and test responses
in full A+ voice
but told no one
I knew they were asking wrong questions
for me to answer with full-versed integrity,
Free to sing with David and Jonathon
free of magic superstitions
standing in for mythic polypathic wisdom
of Solomon
Not to divide innocent organic Promise
God has conjoined as Love
of and for children,
red and yellow,
black and white,
gay and lesbian,
bisexual and transgender
And, yes, even straight-faced
Bible-belted out and inward Hate,
Supremely Evangelical Christian Colonizing InBred Correctness,
while continuing to give birth
to hidden,
shamed and blamed ***** Grace
of a Loving God
polypathically immense,
deep and wide,
future through past
regeneratively just
and peaceful
and wickedly funny
Because if we cannot laugh at our egocentric stupidities,
then we must cry out for cosmic tragedy.
Marvellous Monika Madam
Millennium, asylum of powerful persons in school.
One of the inspiring personalities in its tool
Is Monika madam with her luring qualities skillful:
Smile, courage, oratory adroitness beautiful.
Full of compassion, knowledge, craft and rule
For betterment of the institution in whirlpool.
She strives always in her own Millennium yule,
Helps problems disappear quickly like fuel.
With keen observation picks out a dirty fool
Punishes with care, keeping self-esteem tool
At hand. A silent workaholic vice principal
Is never seen in vicinity. A hardworking cool.
She hates any deleterious, putrid person's drool;
She is the third who touched my mind in school,
And turned my negativity into assured babool.
Ever smiling, grinning, joyful lady with wonderful
Charming face like Punam, with a simper cool.
In life's windy winter is like a safeguarding wool
Increases warmth, coziness, comfort after school.
With Seema, Sushil, Jaimin, Hardik, Amit and Kekul
Creating wonders with her experience and example.
She touched me when I cried in knee deep trouble
With myself alone - a afflicting, agonizing pool.
Wishing god to create safest path for such cool,
Confident, cheerful, substantial, decisive wool.
Millennium, asylum of powerful persons in school.
158.
My Country Hates Me
Once I called myself “Illuminati”
Of the god attendant “Annunaki”
Whence I said “stupid majority”
To the fellowmen of my country
For once I considered me a decoy
Of someone high who can employ
A major disturbance against PNoy
Just like playing cards for toy
Ungrateful, unthankful – they labeled me
Parables laden to rebuke discreetly
As the said majority surrounds me
Drained I all of temerity
Mine – four months of transgression
Theirs – eighteen months of retribution
Forlorn me to concise perdition
Hear my call of reconciliation!
Now this moment of abeyance & disconnectivity
I can feel how my country hates me
Watching the extent of my stupidity
Eat & sleep idly to eternity?!
-07/07/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Dark Poems Collection
-07/18/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Dark Poems Collection
Your lips are made for truth
especially from God's holy word
but lies last only a moment
leaving sin to leave us stirred
Beware of evildoers in their ways
they are those filled with deceit
learn from the joyful souls
who bring peace to all they meet
The righteous suffer no spiritual ill
for the Lord loves to bless their faith
trouble follows the wicked to the full
to their downfall spurning God's grace
The Lord hates intensely as lying tongue
it's an abomination in HIs holy spirit
God's faithful people walk with Him
bringing glory to His pure delight
God sees every being in His sight
for they are completely naked
before the one we give an account
Jesus Christ the righteous full of light
("Truthful lips endure forever,
but a lying tongue is but for a moment.
Deceit is in the heart of those who devise evil,
but those who plan peace have joy.
No ill befalls the righteous,
but the wicked are filled with trouble.
Lying lips are an abomination to the Lord,
but those who act faithfully are his delight.")
Proverbs 12: 19-22 (ESV)
("And no creature is hidden from his sight, but all are naked and exposed to the eyes of him to whom we must give account.")
Hebrews 4: 13 (ESV)
With her darkened gaze filled with deepness
Under that curly hair of black ceases
A smile, as staggering, everlasting and pure
As she settles on a chair,
She crosses her legs and stretches out her arms on them
The curved line of muscles, so even so flawless
Which descends down to her chest
As broadened and extending
With breasts she tries to hide them
With her protruding scarf
As she pulls back her hair
Covering it with a long black veil
And stands up
As less confident she grows
Day by day
Era escaping time
Going back to home, she escaping into her portal
And changes her clothes,
Up close, her tight- sleeveless shirt reveals
As waist not as perfect, fat protruding from her skirt
Stretch marks appearing beneath her stomach
She hates herself, the way she looks
She watches all the shallow figures
All the pretty girls and their boys
Boys lifting girls in their arms
When?
Will the time come?
To get lifted by one?
A Queen of Beauty she will become
Her friend once told her, her mother had said that
She blushes with excitement but once again
Scatters with overwhelming sorrow
“Will I ever become The Queen of Beauty?”
She clings to false hopes
And wonders,
Will she survive?
Have she truly lived her life?
A sigh mixed with desperation and helplessness
Causes her to continue each day with the same thought
“ A Queen of Beauty, I will never become….”