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Interpretivity is a measure of a person’s rate of understanding. A person’s rate of
interpretation shows the individual’s ability to unlock, identify, simplify, solve,
measure accurately, try to understand, restore, think, re-think, unveil, transcribe,
translate and hence it has a role to play in an individual’s creativity. Since the rate of
understanding is directly proportional to creativity, an individual’s level of
interpretivity is a measure of an individual's understanding i.e. ability to read,
receive, interpret(internalize-explore-externalize). Intuitivity and inquisitivity play
important roles with this parameter. It is the link that bridges receptivity and
reproductivity.
Narrativity ability to read and give back – reproduce without necessarily understanding
what is read. A very high level of receptivity, low interpretivity and expressivity
exhibit narrativity.
Reproductivity – ability to give back exactly what has been given, read, thought e.t.c.
without any sort of addition, creativity, subtraction, alteration e.t.c. It is totally
different from re-creativity. A high level of understanding is needed for reproductivity.
Re-creativity – this is the ability to re-modify, re-adjust, re-define, re-alter,
re-model, re-shape e.t.c. an already existing-created-discovered altered creativity. For
re-creativity to be achieved, some absolute understanding about the substance in question
i.e. to be re-created must have been undergone. It is an alteration to creativity. It is
correctional adjustment to creativity.
Correctivity is the process of re-mending-mending, re-molding-molding, re-fixing-fixing of
an altered creativity-substance. It requires absolute-ultimate not only mastery but total
understanding of the altered creativity in order to perform this process.
Understanding is having an absolute knowledge and wisdom about something. It is the
interpretation i.e. (pure-total reception, highly active intuitivity-individual
perception-inquisitivity and maximal expressivity) that eventually must lead to
creativity. When understanding is at its peak creativity is inevitable whether by
derivations from the original-truth or copies of the-from the original-truth. If
understanding is directly proportional to the vividness of imagination then the rate of
creativity will-must vary from one person to another.
Form:
Your most recent interest in observational truth in laptop monitor
Gave you an ultimatum today.
He , as she, in he, as she again, grabbed you in all kinds of tree ,
remnant there before serenity
What is poetry, in the end?
Thinkable pedagogy, is , for the most bizarre reason, telling you
That this is comparable prepositions, with positionality
And the fruit of loom, or something relatable, there.
I felt a bang , and got a downsizing pounding sound,
Between, Jerusalem, Nazareth and prepaid Jesus to pay
More and more for a daycare say.
For a sip from the cup of the finest exported loose leaf tea
Are you a mere sip there, or you started to travel there, onsite
Creating all kinds of copyright issues, as the illegibility
Never declared you anywhere, in norms, in mother’s winter coat
Exactly how much was fatherly charm there, and how much there was a mere setting warmth
As people learn to happen in alibi as there is no straightforward way to find a definition or vision
Your cat was unthinkably your budget failure key, as they mew and sigh
But they were there, truly, with your most delicate caring try.
I think it is a joking endowment
As it will be a mere lump some .
Your rides and ride share with the knight rider storyteller
Only comparable to Little Red Riding hood
Changing the destined persona too, irreversible and altogether
I do not blame , judge , or juxtapose, there, I never pity too
But Bangla, and exactly 21 years long stay on this territory, with often heavy Bangla
I think I dreamt you last night, where you , as a soul and Clover, in a body
Did happen as the most charismatic duo! With a Zulkarnine monitor truth in!
Licking on the other side for hours and hours in longer duration
Will lead nowhere , exactly nowhere , other than, this, mortal life
Is a conscious choice between claim, proclaim and proclamation
I am a reluctant reader there, trying to look through, even beyond allegory and alighieri
You do not hold them accountable for your compositional hype for a dirge
That does not act linearly with your issue room, tissue room, and culture vulture too!
All you can say should stay there, for ever.
Do not send help reaching out there, never there
Simply a one liner truth for falling short from a papyrus poem, anyway
As this must be helping to internalize, more than anything than that.
In battles of our own
A man will live to advance home
Through a variation in a dream
In faulty idol flowing stream
An ellapsed tongue had tainted my inner vision
In battles of our own,
Shattered silence through scattered temperaments choose
Within it's vested silence in scourge of desire
It comes down to the pivotal wire
We then choose to socially internalize
Yet when will we ever live to realize
In battles of our own when we are a long way off from home
In dreams filled with violence ever needing
In sorrowful intention remorse without having any meaning
Through an opened window of hope we vaguely see a reason to believe
A given chance at victory for one to safely stay
Through inner torn pain in shattered misery
In battles of our own
A house without an actual home
A pulse by which to skip a single beat
A couple in which to meet & greet
Shattered dreams in vested plans
Hoping someday we will all live to understand
Depart from me!
In much pain one's inner character can ensue
Through heart ache and inner turmoil
Some have waited too long for making water to boil
They take the baked potatoe out yet without first checking the aluminum foil
Depart from me you workers of iniquity
You often will lie in wait in order to deceive
Within violent vanquished thorns proned to demonic destruction!
We often will walk through long lines leading to eternal misery
Depart from me in cloven turned ivy briars that are stained green
We then launch out with self attached to a rocky foundation
Those who are self seekers will soon come to nothing yet vanished
The anguish in your inner soul will fold amidst its rubble
In place of calmness their will be that of double trouble
A wretched scream of swollen discord for now silently filtered
Your heart is a door mat bent toward Hell's destruction!
The weary traveler will depend upon
We spend our days in idol proned temperament all alone
Shadows from a battered soul in complete darkness then comes the fullest light
No oe ever said the heavenly way would be easy
Many simply base their whole existence on faulty extremeties!
Children are all the same continent to continent.
Innocent, impressionable; full of youthful exuberance
And wide-eyed wonder.
They're endlessly curious about the world
Around them; sponges absorbing
All that their minds can conceive. They internalize
Things said, repeat words they hear, imitate
Behaviors they observe.
To raise good children, parents must teach them
Family values, proper etiquette, good manners,
Communication skills required to function
In today's society. They're receptive to acts
Of kindness and compassion.
Children are all the same continent to continent.
Innocent, impressionable; full of youthful exuberance
And wide-eyed wonder.
They all want the same things: reassurance, freedom
To explore and discover, love, comfort, encouragement,
Protection, guidance, attention. They need people
To play with, be it other children or with grown-ups;
Preferably their parents.
They imbibe virtues such as respect, fairness,
And honesty, regardless of national origin, race, religion,
Or language. They comprehend gestures of genuine
Friendship, and they're perceptive enough to immediately
Detect hints of insincerity or instability.
Children are all the same continent to continent.
Innocent, impressionable; full of youthful exuberance
And wide-eyed wonder.
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Date: 07/31/2021
The song sounds so wrong but here are its instrumental
Hell just comes from a snap and clap
As daddy is about to turn mummy into his number 1 smash and a banger track
In the heat you can hear the kids heartbeats
crumbling, shaking, words breaking in fear
What are you doing to mummy please stop
Please stop tears drop is on the intro
His bass on the outro loud like a drum
As his temper determine the tempo
Down she goes as the hit and beat goes on
Kicks lined like an orchestra
cries are at the top of the charts
looped in is her pain
Guitar on the forth string
Fingers strum till all numb
Rearranged into a stranger
Anger mixed with danger
To the youngest the mind is on record
Fast forward the same song he plays
Treble call trouble on her face
He is drawn to this tone
His own child is dancing to his tune
Lets rewind back to the oldies
To the greatest hitmaker much known as baby
maker
Punch made him feel like he’s got the funk
Loud sounds boots the ego
Superman can’t see he’s a hero
But with sample of a villain
Bloody is the rock and roll
Vulgar language on the hip hop head
That increasing in pitch
flip-side on the b side
These instrumental becomes mental
Bruise about pop
This is a deep house
The melody is never smooth
First born took it to court booth
Sirens rang like bells in his head
Silence in violence
A bang! Things fall apart
Murder now is the case
Relieved believe
freedom he just got its taste
For the rest of the family this is a dedication
Here is his own rendition of Pac’s dear mama
Violence turns to be a vicious circle, its like we unaware that we are creatures of habits. As human beings we should understand that childhood programming becomes our habits of perception and behavior. Choose wisely what you say to your child or do in there presence and for the child is much aware of what is happening but can internalize and believe its the right way
Integrate Integrity
I am learning to lead by example, what does that mean to me?
It has to encompass integrating integrity.
For what I admire in others, I need to internalize.
I want to feel no shame when I see myself through God’s eyes.
I was raised to recognize wrong and right.
I justified my actions through lies and deceit.
At the end it was my own suffering that made me realize, I had to admit defeat.
Along my descent I lost my integrity.
I was aghast at what had become acceptable to me.
I crossed many lines and thought I did not need to have any boundaries.
My lack of integrity, helped to bring me to my knees.
I did many things I said I would never do.
The most devastating lie I told, was not the lies I told you.
It was the lies I told myself that was once what I came to believe;
Until I was granted a reprieve.
In spite of the things I did to others and to me.
I must incorporate into my spirit, the definition of integrity:
adherence to moral and ethical principles; soundness of moral character; honesty.
Integrity has to be imbedded into the very soul of me.
I thought I could make up and live by my own set of rules.
I thought I was the captain of the ship, but realize I was just a passenger on a ship
of fools.
No longer do I choose to build spiritual or emotional prisons.
When I did not practice integrity based decisions.
I heightened and strengthened the prison walls with my own guilt and shame.
Blaming others, because I refused to take the blame.
Until all that I could see;
Was my lack of integrity.
I willingly compromised my very soul.
There is no wonder why, I could not feel whole.
Today I am setting a goal that I must practice everyday.
Integrating integrity into my life; is the only way.
That I will live a life full of joy and serenity.
It is time to live my life fueled by the integration of spiritual and moral integrity.
Written by Greg Sykes
June 20, 2011
The Dark Ones dwell in the midst of various realms, constantly performing despicable deeds of disaster and destruction.
Their presence creates an atmosphere of unrest that stifles imagination, obstructs creativity, and discourages production.
The knowledge of ancient tablets of infinite light has been locked away between the temples and remains hidden from humanity.
The media, tabloids, and magazines are tools that they use to generate fear and spread insanity.
As light-born spirits, we reside in a carnal vessel for a brief moment in time, but we come from the earth and sea.
Without knowing ourselves and the power we possess, we can never truly be free.
However, as children of light, we can break free from the bonds of darkness and step into the light.
By rising from the darkness and merging with the cosmos, we can elevate ourselves to a higher level of consciousness and to our birthright.
The key to unlocking our full potential lies within ourselves.
One needs to search within oneself for the truth and listen to the song of light that resonates throughout our being, taking the power down from the shelves.
One must turn inward and look beyond the veil of darkness that the Dark Ones have cast upon full of despicable lies and tricks.
The light within us is stronger than any darkness that they can create, and it is what will break their control and reveal their illusions of a wicked matrix.
As time and space continue to cycle, the end of the Dark One's reign of control and deception is rapidly approaching.
Time to raise the spiritual consciousness and communicate on a higher plane without prodding or encroaching.
We must internalize harmonious thoughts of a new dimension, released from the dark veil of fear.
The time of peace, love, joy, and extraordinary good health is swiftly approaching, and we must be prepared to embrace it without a tear.
I actually loved you,
I think that’s what hurts me most
Now looking back,
All I see is my heart’s ghost
I can’t cry anymore,
My tears have run dry
Everything you meant to me,
got lost within your lie
I gave you all of me, and placed
my trust in you
I should’ve known sometimes, it
really is too good to be true
Perhaps we never should’ve gone
that far,
We weren’t ready for what came
And there’s no point in our
arguing,
Neither one of us will take the
blame..
I love the person that you are,
But you were never meant for me
We only trap each other,
Let’s say goodbye and both be
free
I hoped for forever
Yet now I don’t even want to
remember
Your smell, face or even the
beautiful memories in December
Only pain in my eyes
Pain in my heart
Pain in my soul
I wanted it all
The good and the bad
Because that’s what lovers do
But I could not handle the bad
side of you
We took a chance
And it blew right back in my face
I look at my heart
It’s now an empty place
..I held you in high regard,
And you know what, I still do
I just need some time to
internalize, there’s no more ‘me
and you’
You were a blessed part of my life,
I don’t know if I’ll again feel this
way
And who knows what the future
holds,
Maybe ‘me and you’ again,
someday? ..
But for now I can’t deny it,
We have run our course
You’re no longer mine,
And I’m no longer yours
I’m not yours you’re not mine
All I did was wait for a sign
That would tell me that it’s finally
time
I get happy with somebody
You became somebody and back
into being nobody
I’m not mad, why would I be
Your choice, clearly I won’t be
Sad because of the choice you
made
The words you never said
The attention you never paid
Time heals all wounds
But the pain in this one should be
forever
It reminds me of how ruthless the ones
you love can be.
how could there ever be justification for murder in war...
rational function of hatred, so unsacred
my patience exist no more...
a theory that contradicts the so called sanctity of life.
explosions from soldiers as they mascarade through the night.
left without a trace, no name on an absent face..simply collateral, a victim to the
concept of an aryan race.
extremist zealots leaving religion disgraced.
Dispite a thousand miles traveled we are still moving in place.
a motionless pace...
the notion replaced by emotionless hate...the focus is so irrate...
still we're choosing political fakes,
hacks that choose corporations over the citizens taste.
it is such a disgrace...we just sit back with a conformist smirk on our face?
which only serves to disguise the lies, which allows us to close our eyes.. make
donations which serves to expose our pride...
sunday morning repentants, moans, cries....my child you are forgiven, cleansed
and baptized.
and rest in slumber.
forget the land with the restless summer, forget the others... we aint got ish
invested in them numbers.
if you a child of the sun, much respect cause you are my brother
120,000 dead...god bless their mothers
yet, still i salute, young minds victimized as troops,
he internalize american pride as truth. pride that serves to hide the hell that he
once went through...
no job no dignity, just an option or two, hit the block slang drugs, or a political
prostitute.
the ladder provides benefits so its so hard to resist...he sold his soul for the
bargain...for he understood that the block was no place for his child to
exist..........................
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promised land filled with milk and honey, borders explode for black oil and green
money
Form:
In the midst of whatever has you bound up and under attack
The presence of God can break every chain for the Lord has your back
Be it mental, physical or psychological chains that are holding you down
The presence of the Lord has the power to lift you up to higher ground
The liberating presence of the Lord God will deliver you and set you free
From whatever has you shackled and girded up like a Christmas turkey
Let me go, set me free, break every chain, free me from my situation
It's time for me to embrace the place of my transformation
Let me go, set me free, break every chain
Of whatever has me stricken, bent over and in pain
Let me go, release me, take away the shame
Let the Holy Spirit bring forth in me some change
It's not enough to just show up in church dressed to the nines
You need to participate in the worship and let God enter your mind
And don't play yourself by thinking the church is more than just a building
As it's the congregation who are the true source
In working, worshipping and witnessing for God
For He is the ultimate life force
Now let the power of worship in you transcend and transform
Let the power of praise in you redeem and reform
And it matters not what is your condition
Allow the Holy Spirit to reposition
And no longer will your condition rule
As you have been spiritually schooled
Now able to get past your circumstances and situations
By embracing the Resurrection power of God in your transformation
Let me go, let me go, free me from my misery
Break every chain Lord God, just set me free
No longer will I internalize or lament woe is me
For I've been transformed by the hand of God for the whole world to see