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Victory !!! – Bitter Sweet
A David and Goliath day !
I got to see and feel a just way
handed down by a court of this land
as questioning – evidence presented by this hand
lead the judge to find in my favour,
against I.C.B.C. - lawyer Karen Curtis – to savour
the taste of this win left very little flavour,
for I felt that it was a hollow victory
as I walked home feeling no glory.
My Past hangs .
In eight by tens, upon the four walls of my room.
In three and a half by fives, on pages of my books of history,
accompanied by notes, letters, cards that soon
will reach seventy three volumes, telling the story
of experiences, of memories, of life one once did live
in the dreams of light and the nightmares of dark.
A life, in which, little did I have to give.
The desire of the dream and reality, in comparison, very stark
The Future ???
Images rippling across the distorted surfaces of mirrors
that are hidden behind so many closed doors,
that lie buried before the eyes of one’s life,
as time slices into tiny pieces, with its keen knife,
the rainbow colours that hang in the sun, like spider webs
as the shadows, the light, drift in and out, ebbs
and flows towards places no one knows
and on and on… and on it goes.
These veiled dreams of ones days, hope for gayety of ones heart,
a desire for change, for gain, to find a brand new start.
The Present .
Silent, empty moments, flashes of brilliant light reflected
upon the corneas of the mind’s eye, seldom, if ever, detected,
a brief glimpse of, – then quickly vaporized – that is infected
with viruses from the past, the future, the present passing by.
Which is it that finds me ?, and just where ?, stands I ?,
as thoughts about take wing and sour on high.
B. J. “A ” 2
April 2nd 2003
On this revelation that i`m walking into as the devil/evil at a level inside of the devils head. After a really testing day yesterday and awakened to the depth of controlling powers/issues from the boss out of Maritimo and the demonic assertive aggressive CONTROLLING JESEBEL way in which she told me off at having getting paint on the table. I rebuke her and reverse it all in spirit. Also Wayne and his mate who wanted to beat me as i strongly opposed him putting his tent next to mine, the devil trying to get his way.
After a few weeks down by the sea shore being prepared for this new chapter at being moved into the wedding cake, on the bottom tier, after this yesterday i was moved up to the top of the "WEDDING" cake. God sent a storm, a wind very strong, that changed a lot in the spirit and the aftermath of demonics going on in me ( the universe ) The bigger picture the WEDDING DAY is very close. Which is why the painful contention of evil is being endured.
Inside of the devil, in many forms from Oli Seb David and Karen, all differant carachteristics of the devil in many forms too, and trying to be as still as i can is very daunting to say the least. The devils horn i`m` wearing is the epitomy of evil i felt in Wayne and his mate yesterday. Burning Fire , thank you o LORD that all things come together for your good . I give them all to you to make them footstools. And help me to be still and learn against this pure evil i`m enduring . AMEN
King of kings*, my Saviour loves me with His gracious kindness
Assuring me life eternal by His divine affection’s assertion…
Redeemer of my soul, He works for my restoration and revival
Empowering me as my spirit yields to His enabling
Nurtured am I through His Word’s constant nourishment.
Propelled by the Lord with His gentle mercy-filled prompting
Almighty God I seek always for His favour and approval
Readying myself for mind-renewal according to His righteousness
Abounding in His work while serving with faith indeed ardent.
Onward, I persevere as an overcomer, clinging to His omnipotence
Attesting His truth and compassion amidst attacking affliction
Nestling in His care gratefully, since He will leave me never.
Trusting the Lord, I praise Him along my sincere thankfulness
Aware actively of His presence while in His perfect will I abide
Joyously delighting in His goodness midst my ministerial journey
Optimizing every stewardship-service opportunity with obedience...
Now, my heart steadfastly fixes my all to Him against my nothingness
Established upon His protection with my family's caring enclosure
Resting in His security, my spirit relies on His might for my revival...
Amen! To Him be the glory for His wonders in my being now and always.
*1Timothy 1:17 Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
January 31, 2020
Edited on January 30, 2026
Dear Karen, God be praised and thanked for your life devoted for the Lord---by His grace, through His power, and for His glory! Belated blessed birthday to you.
Virginia was looking for an adventure at sea
Her life was turned upside down due to being a worker bee
Stress took its toll in her honey loving hive
When one morning her romantic fantasy took a dive
Entering her cubicle filled with wax
Virginia was not prepared for the emotional attack
There was a delivery from a man who was her best
Had the control and sometimes acted like a pest
Opening the envelope there was a filled out form
That basically said, ‘I wish you were never born’
Feeling very scorned
She sat in her chair
Wondering who he had the affair
Was it Wendy who was good at doing a sale?
And numbers went up when profits did not fail
Dyson rolled the dice
Being ever so nice
Doing the financial book
With her glasses on she did have that look
Then there was Karen
At the bar she was luring, flirting, loving, and daring
Taking off the ring that said,
“I want you to be the one I wed”
Not in debt
Virginia greeted her teeth
Feeling the anger and heat
“There is something you should know
You were never my beau”
A message that had a sinister glow
Headed south Virginia did go
Ending a life highlighted being 'Bambi' the morning nimble doe
Leaving the secure corporate space
No longer wanting to fake that cover girl smile on her face
Paradise a waits
No obligations single fighting off hate
Weeks past
Peace at last
Then Virginia learned
A tragedy to her ex-boyfriend’s firm
A nasty giant bug spread throughout the perfect corporate land
Virginia relaxed enjoying the sand
A text did ping
“Miss Hornet here is the settlement from the working bee fling”
Smiling she reflected back
Knowing it was now fact
She was no fool
Watching the ocean blue
Since they had no case
Due to being confused in a rat race
It's another frigid morning
that February brings in howling;
I shiver more than the stripped branches
when a fierce wind makes me think of avalanches
sliding down mountains and ravage villages,
and yet I await spring that promises renewed joys.
Being melancholic is longing
for the water gurgling and bubbling
among the shining rocks restoring life
all around and sparkling with dim sunshine;
will the fair-haired boy send his paper boat
down this foaming river? Will his darling wait
for it and pull it out of the water with a thrill...
making distance shorter for an anxious gill?
There in the cottage with small opaque windows
above the rock garden of Sweet Alyssum and Amaryllis,
the little sweetheart is overcome by profound loneliness;
long is winter when counting days and months,
and cuddling her kitty with cobalt eyes and soft, white fur
Karen sets her glace on the snow flowers that gleam...
if her tears made them grow, then she can dream
and follow that thought although absence seems to demur!
Copyright ( c ) 2018 by Andrew Crisci
Love is non-mechanical
it doesn’t crank, pinion
or always work dependably.
In cavalier moments, I thought I knew
something of how it all works—
it’s apertures and shafts—
its grinds and reciprocations.
I’d judge it’s motions
work its levers, judge its spins,
and address its slippery angles.
You could call me obsessive
but obsessive people don’t
obsess this much.
You could call me compulsive
but the compulsive aren't
this compulsive.
All I can do is poise, balance
or swipe a little black credit card.
It’s the only magic I have.
I can’t turn bread into wine
or fish into water.
I can’t make the blind walk
the deaf to see or the lame to
taste again.
God reserves some miracles,
keeps them as close to the vest
as cards.
Jugglers work the circus,
mimes thrash to communicate,
and tightrope walkers fall.
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Songs for this:
Viva la vida by Cold Play
When There Is Love by Karen Sokolof Javitch
The Rainbow Connection by Sarah McLachlan
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How about a Christmas playlist! Because Christmas is in 10 days!
www.daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_29.mp3
There are no heroes
Just people ,gods and the devil
There are no heroes
David couldn’t resist peeping
Moses couldn’t stop running
And Obama really did start ISIS
He got a nobel for peace
There are no heroes
Just choices, decisions and errors
There are no heroes
Batman benefits from the status quo
The equivalent of many NGO,s
Their business is helping the poor
How can poverty be evil
It provides the opportunity to help
Jesus Christ lost faith
God became an atheist
Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani
Lazarus had to die a second time
And Gandhi really did hate black people
There are no heroes
Just People, opportunities and chances
There no heroes
Solomon really loved the soft life
Jacob was a thief and a cheat
The whole of the Old Testament
Is justified Genocide
History is mostly stories of people dying
And My father broke my heart
There are no heroes
There are no saints
Just people
Just people doing their best
And good branding doing the rest
So don’t Judge lest history judges you
Don’t proclaim you are good
The other side cannot agree
Do your best
It is all there is to do
Always do it with love
That is how you know its good
Unless you are Hitler
Unless you are Leopold
Or Herod
Or Stalin
Or Mao
Or Karen
Or Ken
Or any human being distressed, obsessed, possessed
By The religion of their state, their tribes and their race
There are really no heroes
Just people, gods and the devil
Three days in - three days of school - and it’s like I never left.
In school, you can get oversaturated with screens. I like books.
They have a sense of permanence, they don’t glare back at you,
and I want something physical I can grip, markup and push off
the bed onto the floor when I get over it.
After three days of class, I’m asking (no one in particular), "Are we there yet?"
I can speed-read if I have a pointer - I use cocktail picks (swizzle sticks?) - you know, the little olive skewers you get in a martini? I have a collection from all over the world.
If I go to a bar and they have nice swizzle sticks, I’ll gather a few up. “What are you DOing,” Karen, (Lisa’s mom) asked me as I scarfed up several from patron’s empty glasses at the elegant, Refinery Rooftop bar in Manhattan.
“I have a TON of reading to do,” I explained, helpfully.
“Don’t even ask,” Lisa shrugged, rolling her eyes, when her mom looked confused.
The trick to speed reading is your eyes (and brain) pickup more than you realize and people tend to pronounce things, in their minds, as they read, which REALLY slows you down. So, you swivel the pointer down the page, following the pointer with your eyes, and Walla!
You can’t do THAT with a computer screen. You need a book, and when you have 2 or 3 hundred pages (or more) a night to read, you can’t just hold your breath and refuse - like a seven-year-old - can you? Seriously, I mean, can we? I’m asking - though it’s probably a little late (senior year).
Now, of course, not just any appetizer toothpick or fruit pick will do - the selection process can be rather byzantine. They must be a certain length, about 2 inches longer than my finger, so my hand doesn’t block the text, and square ones are the easiest to grip. Finally, if they have a little arrow-point on the tip? Well, that’s true love.
The problem is, I can get a little intense when reading and they tend to break. When my roommates hear me exclaim, “God DAMN it!” At 2am. They usually know why.
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A song for this:
Easier Said Than Done by Thee Sacred Souls
"On the day that you were born, the angels got together and decided to create a dream come true. So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue." From the Carpenters' "Close to You"
How I wish I had some special tune
recalling romance underneath the moon
for one specific moment in my life -
but even when I first became a wife,
no song was there for my spouse and me.
I think and I think. What song might there be?
One song there was a long long time ago
coming to my mind; it’s lyrics I know
by heart! Its meaning held me in its thrall.
Most words of songs I barely can recall!
The song, a big hit, made me kind of blue.
A song for dreamers – it was “Close to You.”
So wistful is the woman we hear long
to be close to her dream man. It’s a song
a day dreamer just like myself would play
again and then again back in “the day.”
Sweet tinge of angst Karen Carpenter brought
to lyrics of the dream of love she sought.
That singer died young, but she well knew of
the type of young man most young women love -
“A dream come true” with “hair of gold” and “eyes
of blue” by angels made – a special prize!
There was a boy for whom I used to pine
like in the lyrics of the song – divine!
I’d put my record on and I would hear
the line “why do birds suddenly appear
every time you are near?” Then I would sigh -
my teenaged heart so pained that I could cry.
No matter what, my dream boy would ignore
the girl I was . . . and would be evermore!
Aug 4, 2020
for Beth Evans' Same Old Song Poetry Contest
All these are subjects of YouTube’s mostly entertaining short videos
Bet to win and dare the bucks
Largest fish escapes, oh shucks!
Splash for gold in running streams
Fight, defeat the scammer schemes
Finest meats define good life
Tricks to play on clueless wife
Cutting tuna into slabs
Uber stories from the cabs
Huge tornado wiping town
Zapped madman is going down
“Karen” yelling through the glass
Cats act funny, it’s a gas!
Dive from plane without a ‘chute
Bike the dicey mountain route
Road rage that rages on
Hellcat cars, in seconds gone
“First Amendment” and the cam
Guns ablazin’, bam-bam-bam
Fakey treasures found in rocks
Call locksmith to open locks
Nature – brutal, in your face
Dancing moves are full of grace
Wash the driveway, fix the car
Bucket list, of places far
Girls, long legs, mind-blowing trot
Stunning vehicles, can’t be bought
Instant karma to mean guys
Drones are falling from the skies
Stacks of money giveaway
Van, the road, to run away
Freeze your tail amidst the snow
Buy and fix old French château
Clever hacks and hidden ads
Greatest songs and latest fads
Magnet fishing, rusty guns
Ladies shake exquisite buns
Bombs, explosions, shootings, war
Tranquil morning at the shore
How rich live, a sneaky peek
Showing off one’s great physique
Love your pets, they love you back
Office battles, fend off flak
Talking heads of every kind
Kindhearted and unkind
Laugh and cry, be mad or frown
Distant land, your own town
Walk, aspire, speak your mind
Rare event or daily grind
There’s the tale of the world
Million stories being told
Universe to nanotube
Can be found on YouTube
August 6, 2024