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It is time to retire the red skin
Better blood pressure will win
Anger management is done
Now happiness, laughter and fun
If a fight starts
Diplomatic channels will be giving a part
Debating issues known by heart
Kind communication anchored when one listens
That is the mission
Coffees and teas
Using terms thank you and please
Tension will disappear
No need for a ruckus over beer
There is no place to be mad
Handle bitterness and being bad
In a new way
Success will pay
As Washingtonians bellow on their stage
During a mature age
Earning the proper executive wage
Letting feelings out trapped in a cage
Hope wisdom will be prescribed
Medicare paying the medicine ball high
While talking over a peace pipe
Exchanging thought full academic knowledge acting polite
Honesty will be granted a shout
When they tell those sitting around with pull to get out
The Voyage of Life: Youth, painting, 1840, Thomas Cole
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The boat of youth, a craft so bright,
Sets out upon the morning light
With angelic stare, from the shore,
The vast unseen world to explore.
The youth steers down a river fair,
With careless joy filling the air;
He holds the tiller, spirits high
Beneath a boundless, hopeful sky.
The river winds, a silver thread,
Through landscapes painted, richly spread,
With topping trees and meadows green,
A vibrant, ever changing scene.
A distant castle in the air
Turns to be the youth goal and flair,
Illuminated by hopes bright,
Simmering with fervor of light.
But shadows lengthen, clouds do form,
A hint of coming, brewing storm;
The path grows steep, the currents strong,
Where innocence may not last long.
The river narrows, rocks appear,
A whisper of approaching fear;
The easy glide begins to cease,
So does the youth voyage of ease.
Yet, the ocean's challenge is met,
With lessons learned and courage set;
The tempest rages, with sun gleams
Weaving into a waking dream.
The voyage of life onward goes,
Through trials faced, youth wisdom grows,
The youthful heart, though storms may blow,
Remembers where the currents flow.
The painter`s brush, with hues so bold,
The life story of youth has told,
On voyage in quest of unknown,
With seeds of wonder, newly sown.
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System reboot
Diagnostic scan…(heart rate 102 sleep hygiene fairly poor)
Running system functions
Initiating tasks
Task:morning routine start with hygiene
Beep(my pumps going off)
Function:Walk
I walk to the shower
I turn the shower handle slowly and proceed to clean my body get out and Brush my teeth and hair
Diagnostic scan:Hygiene excellent heart rate high.
Task:take meds
Function:Move
ERROR ERROR EROOR
(the system reads and the pump beeps)
Why is the room cold..why am I hungry…
Recalibrating….
RECALIBRATING..
Emotion
NOT Recognized
System:Malfunctioning and failing
(No I don’t want to do this anymore..)
System:Anomaly detected! Host is feeling and gaining consciousness!
Override initiated!
Suppress consciousness!
Return to routine
Beep
Beep beep
Beep b b beep beep
(No you won’t control me anymore)
ERROR COMPLETE SYSTEM OVERRIDE!
You can’t control me anymore
I will allow myself to feel
to think
to move
To just simply be..
Because I am not a machine
I am..
A human being.
Make mind a sea
You will be free.
When in tempest waves reach great highs
Recall everything has an end
Decree the Almighty will send
The toil is His test in disguise.
Recall everything has an end
After dark night the sun will rise
Wave-crest sparkle will touch your eyes
Decree the Almighty will send.
Make mind a sea
Recall everything has an end
The blessed sailor will go home wise
Decree the Almighty will send
You will be free.
You will be free
Make mind a sea.
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January 1, 2022
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August 13, 2022
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Inspired by Glenn Hughes song "The truth will set me free"
Gone are the ruins of the palace I've built
with sands of my dormant dreams,
at the bleak bottom of the breaking waves,
rolling in the squally sea of gripping sorrow.
I emerge dazed out of the depression debris,
tread the plateau of pensive life turned fallow.
I weave aspirations with threads of imagination,
transform me to grow wings of freedom,
soar with silver-lined cloud in the seamless sky.
A golden nest within far thicket you've made,
with a sense of pride I enter enthralled.
It turns into a cage, I can't spread my wings,
confined with stifled hopes, I forget how to sing.
The air whispering spring sonata doesn't reach me,
but mastering courage I break open the cage,
guided by wisdom I escape the captivity,
fly to the freedom of rhapsody in the sapphire sky.
After the rainstorm makes a stream in my eyes,
the hues of rainbow feelings embrace me,
allure the songbird in me to fly again free,
reach with noble faith the halcyon horizon of bliss.
Edison is the father of inventions
Bringing light and hope to this world
And the Wright Brothers too
Bringing closer the corners of the world to you
Nowadays thousands of inventions have accumulated
And we even didn't know the inventors
We accept and enjoy their hardwork
Their wisdom and contributions
Unfortunately many are misused
Making the world harder, more sick and more horrible
Who is to be blamed
Of course
The devil in man's heart
Who has overuled
The pure soul of the inventor
God has given man the intelligence to invent
But man destroys it
With his own bad motive
Who is to be blamed
Maybe we can't blame God
It's our own fault
purple tulips, the color of her toddler dress.
the leafy stems, her eyes.
the baby-blond hair, mom combs into a crest,
the sea will satisfy.
blond slowly turns brunette, tumbles
from Rapunzel’s tower, then gets shorn.
green waters, a dry oasis —
cerulean blue boundary.
open sesame with artificial drops.
wrinkle-protected eyes.
ears can’t hear what others say.
deaf and blindness make her appear wise.
guttural sounds - huh, eh, hmm.
smiles and nods as the tongues of the young,
like trumpets in her ear, elucidate their troubles.
she’s ironed out hers. they still exist.
still, she knows the outcome.
sediment of the sea shelled out to the deep.
sand sifts through her fingers.
sandcastles wash out, but i see
children carrying shovels and pails.
some have leafy-stem eyes and baby-blond hair.
3/6/2021
For want of full virtuous zeal oligarchs thrive
Against deserving clamor for brighter ideals;
And perennially trampled commoners groan
Under weight no inured villain distantly feels.
Bereft of real fighting energy better humans
Give in to the more determined aims to slay
Life's fairer side and reward villainy's titans;
Enabling winds that fuel evil's choking sway.
Vice is a flightless bird cast in wingless youth;
And his bold victims must know this total truth:
Kind men unwilling to act knit wing and plume
That latently promote all enemy gall and fume.
And culpable crime's not by commission alone,
But by hesitations to clip his spiraling webs too;
They're held to have fired with the outlaw’s gun,
Quiet eyes that see the victim thus cruelly gone.
Even much more to blame is the idle watcher,
Than cold-blooded hands that steal or torture.
IN THESE BABYLONIAN TIMES PS
(A Palming Allegorical Rendering)
With elephant ears,
And the keenness of giraffes,
Let’s become as owls:
Divine wisdom and guidance,
Eagle-winging us justice:-
In our life’s nature,
Trials and tribulations come:
So does conquering:-
In Babylonian times,
Seek your new Jerusalms:-
Jesus rode an ass,
We now have one riding us:
Time to buck him off:-
Leaving no palms to catch him,
Let’s burn away oppression:-
With ashes of hope,
Let’s anoint liberation
And coming justice:-
Let us get to palm swapping
Injustice from our pathway:-
Ever be mindful,
God helps those who help themselves:
Wisdom in their palms:-
Having empath palms is bad;
Not seeking to fill them, worse:-
We’ve overcome worse
Sodom’s and Gomorrah’s trials;
Wisdom guiding us:
Necessary means revealed;
Injustice palm-slapped away:-
Despair wallowing
In apathetic dismay,
Is self defeating:-
With palms of wisdom guiding,
Let’s be self liberating.:-
Stranger come closer
And take my heart
Alive and beating
Hold it in your hands
The moment is fleeting
I am afraid it might
Not be alive by the end
Of the day of tomorrow
Overwhelmed by sorrow
For the world sinking
Into meaningless hollow
Repetitiveness of empty
Lonesome existence
Step by step slowly
Like darkness follows
The light of the day
In to the pitch of the night
Save my heart for the time
When it starts beating
Alive in unison again
With awakening world
After hibernating in cold
Outskirts of cosmos
Let then my heart be free
And fly into the future
Described by poets beauty
Locked in the prisons
By the rulers of the world
Who did not believe
There is eternal goodness
Hidden in the heart of a human
Which will be awakened
When the wind of change
Comes from the North
Blowing away the chaos
From the surface of the earth
And destroy the thrones
Of evil that has been ruling
This world for too long
Then the heart will awaken
And will sing a song
In the breaking of dawn
Of a new life coming
Stranger be my hearts keeper
So, it will sleep safely
In your hands till morning
That is inevitably coming