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Some years had passed while Balgar learn the druid ways
now full of knowledge and ready to help those in need
He set off on his travels following his instincts as he went
first he came across a woman in despair she had a broken arm
which he fixed and poured a healing balm to make it mend faster.
Onward he travelled sharing his wisdom with those he met
healing the sick and helping the mentally disturb as he passed
seeking for what he did not know only that it would be invaluable
in the end. He picked up a black opal, a blue feather and a strange
pebble drawn to each in turn knowing when the time was right
they would be of use far and wide he travelled helping many on
his way then he felt a strange shiver and taking out the pebble
which now lit up held in out and followed its light to a crevasse
hidden away where there was a handle that he pulled opening
a passage to a cave which glowed blue and placed the feather
there nothing happened so he added the black opal and writing
appeared with druid signs that he read telling him to head north
then after a mile to the east where he would find his next task.
He was told to study some more for it was needed to complete
his training. Now middle aged he was a bit stooped and wizen
and he started looking for someone to train in the druid ways.
mean while he travelled on helping those in need as he passed
added new potions and spells as he found them and looked
around for suitable cave to lay up in for the next few years.
Heyyy friend, since we always UP to something, I wanna give a tribute to the word UP, because everyday of our life we do something meaningful with the word up.
So with that being said, I wanna know, what’s UP with you?
How many of these UPs did you do today?
hurry up, stand up, start up, write up
raise up, push up, speed up, mark up, fill up
come up, pull up, step up, climb up
drive up, straighten up, cheer up, tear up
rise up, lift up, run up, clean up, buckle up
chin up, pin up, put up, shut up
get up, sit up, hit up, spit up
woke up, broke up, spoke up
boot up, toot up, man up, hand up
chew up, blew up, screw up
walk up, talk up, hype up, type up
dress up, mess up, fold up, hold up
wake up, make up, break up
toss up, boss up, lay up, pay up
look up, hook up, took up, shook up
tighten up, lighten up, wrap up, strap up
save up, gave up, head up, made up
lick up, stick up, pick up
slip up, whip up, rip up, zip up
stock up, lock up, knock up
go up, show up, grow up, throw up, blow up
but never ever slow up
pop up, hop up, mop up, stop up
burn up, turn up, stuck up, luck up, f’k up
heat up, eat up, beat up, feet up
back up, pack up, rack up, jack up, stack up
but never ever slack up
I did a lot of these UPs today, but most importantly, I Stayed up and Prayed up…
Well, my “time UP,” lol
So what’s up? Can you think of any I missed?
ON THE BREAK OF A NEW DAWN
In the still of night we contemplate the dawn of a day
when we shall be free of the mind games shadowing
liberation sustained by generations whose lives were
put on hold: lives often ending in holes.
The chiming moments of the shades of night strike nerves
playing blues/jazz/gospels awakening dormant minds
to the un-televised revolution whose seeds were sown
in the youth of fertile convoluted brain matter.
Each stilled night, in its season, generates new revelations
revealing the I am because they are the steady black bridges
spanning over the paths that with blood had been watered…
Steady black bridges over which we have crossed over on.
Yet, despite the toils and tribulations of these ancestor
travelers, we’ve forgotten the blood debt to be paid.
Now is the time to let Jordan Roll like the rolling thunder
that follows the flashing lightening! Now is the time
to grasp the baton the torch bearers have passed on to us;
and pursue the dream’s vision to the reality that must be.
The fathers and mothers who have gone before us, must
not wallow in sunken graves of disappointment.
Indeed the ball is now in our court and now is the time.
Let us lay up new legacies for those in the darkness of wombs;
let us lay up new legacies that they may follow the light
of a new day…dawning with the power of the Lion of Judah!
Now is the time; yesterday is gone and tomorrow is too late.
Now is the time: People get ready…there’s a train a’coming…
20 march 2018 10:46 AM
Here I sit typing again
The fragile words of mortal men
What purpose does ones life serve
If only lived for what we think we deserve
If all that I do is for only me
Then what am I worth to others I see
Self worth is important for ones self esteem
But must be balanced with humility
Be gracious and kind and generous
This is not a world of me but a world of us
Share your goods your wealth your time
Share your love your heart your mind
Life is only worth what you have given
So give of your life freely and lay up your treasure in heaven
(A Cat’s Viewpoint)
My mommy spends a lot of time
playing with her pet, ka’pooter;
I like to lay up in her lap
when she’s playing;
ka’pooter talks to her sometimes,
it makes no sense.
Ka’pooter has a gazillion faces
and turns into lots of creatures.
When mommy’s typing up her poe-tree,
little tiny figures appear;
I guess it’s what her poe-tree’s made out of.
I love laying in mommy’s lap but
I hate it that ka’pooter gets
more attention than I do.
I think mommy just likes those
clicky things on what she calls a kee-bored.
At times, when mommy’s not at home
I try to talk to ka’pooter;
to tell it how I feel but, it won’t talk to me;
it won’t even show me its faces!
I think ka-pooter’s a lot like a dog
it doesn’t like cats like me...
Wait...one of them little kee thingy’s
just flew off...hey, wait up, let’s play!
Its get dark for us baby
I left my Cousin with his lady
We can lay up or gets crazy
We can’t stray to far
But the ways its been Going lately
We won’t have very long
But well be singing songs baby
You know that I ing love you
You know that I wanna you
You know it like you know god baby
Like faith
In the face of nasty odds baby
You know it like you know God baby
Like I hold you around
Your waist and I taste
Your neck and say its for a good cause
Baby
It gets dark and it gets cold
The wind that
Hits us is a 150 years old
Its a crissagrim made of gold baby
It’s Gets Dark
It’s Gets Dark
In the womb of night, we contemplate
the dawn of the day when we shall all be free
of the mind games played to put the liberty
of countless generations of us on hold:-
The chrysalis moments of the shades of night
strike nerves playing blues-jazz-gospels
awakening dormant minds of the untelevised
revolution, seeded and nourished many rivers ago:-
Each pregnant night, in its season, gestates new
revelations, revealing the I am of those who are
the steady black bridges spanning over the ways
that were, with blood, had been watered:
steady bridges over which we have crossed over:-
Now, we have a long owed blood debt to be collected
for the toiling of the bent black backs of our ancestors,
and refuse to accept the bank of justice being bankrupt;
its vault having earned over 400 years of bloody interest:-
Now is the time for us…the new torch bearers…to pick up
the ancestral mantle and light the way to the dream’s reality;
for we are the heirs of the Jubilee Journey begun long ago:-
The ball is now in our court and we must lay up new legacies
for those in the darkness of new wombs of night…that they
may see the light of the new day dawning over the horizon.
Now is the time: yesterday is gone and tomorrow is too late!
Now is the time: the night time…the right time to get ready!
Now is the time: no time outs for those not ready for the new day!
Now is the time: the disenfranchised night is beginning to wane!
Now is the time: the day’s dawning of that great morning is waxing!
True love never dies, it lives on for eternity.
Quote by poet.
John was heading for the port at Queenstown in County Cork
Along with his wife Marie and then they'd set sail for New York
Work was very scarce in Ireland, and he wanted a better life
And knew no one he'd rather be with than his beloved wife.
When they got to the port Marie said" What a beautiful boat
And I can’t believe that something so big can stay afloat”
All passengers had now boarded, and she headed out to sea
Although they weren't in a first-class cabin it was still luxury.
The Atlantic was quite calm with clear blue skies overhead
But everyone on board was oblivious to what lay up ahead
Four days later it became very cold and was icy outside
Most passengers kept themselves warm by staying inside.
On the night of April 14th at eleven forty, they felt the ship rock
Passengers looked at each other, and many stood in shock
A loud rumble could be heard all along the starboard side
Even the officers and the crew were looking quite surprised.
"We've hit an iceberg but the titanic is unsinkable" an officer said
But there’s no cause for alarm and you should all retire to bed"
Then the order was given for everyone to go to their muster station
That caused panic when they realised the gravity of the situation.
On deck lifeboats we're being launched for women and children
And for someone to help row the boats allowed one or two men
John and Marie joined the long queue and couldn’t wait to go
Their turn came and Marie climbed in but to John they said no.
Two men were already sat aboard, and it was the last lifeboat
John thought that he'd tie chairs together to help stay afloat
He waved at Marie who was crying and mouthed "I love you"
She mouthed back "For evermore I will always love you too".
It was just over two hours later that the titanic lay on the sea bed
John perished in the icy water along with over a thousand dead
Marie's tears had flowed as she’d watched it slowly disappear
And hoped that John had understood that last message from her.
Remember those people
Who help you in your nothingness
Who shield you in times of your storms
They're your true and precious friends
To have them, you're the most lucky and blessed.
Cherish every good moments
While you still here on earth
Smile and be good to each you meet
Life is a story and it should be a good one
For if we depart, we'll continue afterlife as we ought it should.
Don't lay up treasures here on earth
They're the cynosure to the evil eyes
Treasure here will rust, it will be stolen
It will make people proud and shrewd
Rather, gather treasures that will lead you to where heaven is.
ON THE BREAK OF A NEW DAWN
In the still of night we contemplate the dawn of a day
when we shall be free of the mind games shadowing
liberation sustained by generations whose lives were
put on hold: lives often ending in holes.
The chiming moments of the shades of night strike nerves
playing blues/jazz/gospels awakening dormant minds
to the un-televised revolution whose seeds were sown
in the youth of fertile convoluted brain matter.
Each stilled night, in its season, generates new revelations
revealing the I am because they are the steady black bridges
spanning over the paths that with blood had been watered…
Steady black bridges over which we have crossed over on.
Yet, despite the toils and tribulations of these ancestor
travelers, we’ve forgotten the blood debt to be paid.
Now is the time to let Jordan Roll like the rolling thunder
that follows the flashing lightening! Now is the time
to grasp the baton the torch bearers have passed on to us;
and pursue the dream’s vision to the reality that must be.
The fathers and mothers who have gone before us, must
not wallow in sunken graves of disappointment.
Indeed the ball is now in our court and now is the time.
Let us lay up new legacies for those in the darkness of wombs;
let us lay up new legacies that they may follow the light
of a new day…dawning with the power of the Lion of Judah!
Now is the time; yesterday is gone and tomorrow is too late.
Now is the time: People get ready…there’s a train a’coming…