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Why is my name and Life experiences always on your Lips?
Are you using me as a guide in life? Or just giving out Tips?
I'm consistently hearing my name in all your conversations.
But always hearing you deliver it with such Negative Connotations.
And the stories you tell of me, are often "Not True".
Does my life in some way seem to bother you?
If so, then why does every morning start with you on my phone?
"Whatcha Doin?", "Where Ya Goin?", like my day sets your Tone.
Look....PLEASE Know this about me.....
Quite Frankly? I really "Don't Care" what other people think,
Even though your devious interpretations really do Stink!
See....those close to me will "Never believe" a word you say,
And those that do, AND YOU, well, Can Kiss my Ass anyway.
Yes, it's true! My Life's experiences are many! Both Good and Bad.
But the fact that your always telling it? Thats the thing that's Sad.
Cause it means you have "NO LIFE" and feel the need to degrade others.
I bet most people don't even like you, huh? Not even your Mother.
My guess is, your that last Dead branch on the Families Tree,
So go find your Own experiences, cause I totally get why....
You "WISH YOU WERE ME"
May 2024, 2nd half of our six months friendship.
I realised I had developed feelings,
I was panic as well as excited.
I worried because deep down I knew,
There would not be anything past friendship.
I started to make excuses,
To stay away from you by not going to your 2nd home.
I pretended to do some special projects
That could only be performed at the MCC,
Indeed, I did. Piano and computer all to myself,
There was no need to ask for time extension and,
Plenty of music and songs to listen to.
It was sad I had to trade all that in,
So, I could hide my feelings.
There were struggling, to disclose my feelings
Or pretend nothing happening.
End of May, something happened to my place.
I went back to visit you at your 2nd home.
It started a close friendship.
We prepared and consumed food, after shopping.
We also shared our life stories.
For the next 6 weeks,
I relived my sweet sixteen and never been kissed.
With all the excitements and our amazing past life experiences.
You were always on my mind,
I constantly racked my brain to find,
Things that could keep you interested,
As a matter of fact, I think I succeeded.
I showed you small brown books,
Full of lyrics and poems in my languages.
I shared the Asian traditional cultures and beliefs,
Even the Imperial secret formula.
All ended on the 4th of August 2024,
The first day of Lunar Calendar spirit month.
Now, you are still on my mind,
Mingle with negative feelings.
What has actually happened to you and
What were you doing to me?
"I like you". You said that too,
I loved you, but not at all from you.
I loathe you and I will forget you.
That is for sure.
Like chrysalises or cocoons,
Each day we grow plumper,
not as insects feeding on leaves,
but as humans
consuming the totality
of lessons learned from our life experiences,
for life is our chrysalises stage
in which we glean interests -
those things which feed
our soul.
From both the good and the bad,
we learn and we then choose
what our attitude will be
regarding all that we have absorbed.
Death is not an ending,
and though it may seem outwardly
that we wither away like wilted roses,
our souls are preparing
for an emergence!
We grow sick from aging
and feel sometimes like we
are hanging upside down.
Then comes that magical moment
of metamorphosis.
Our souls break free
from the flesh to which they've been tethered.
Our loved ones cannot see it happening,
but we begin to turn into beings
of light.
Butterflies, brightly illuminated,
we will fly to the home
which for a brief time on this earth
had been concealed from us.
At last the veil will fall
from our eyes.
Oh, open your spiritual eyes,
sweet butterfly,
and know with all your senses
(even those senses you’d forgotten
that you had previously possessed)
you are home,
and home is a glowing place of
all-encompassing
love.
Life was never meant to be a fairytale
But rather a copulation of incidents
That improves our knowledge base
By creating experiences to learn from
Life is more like a picnic
Good food, entertaining company
A soft blanket, sunshine and a cool breeze
Making a perfectly planned day to enjoy
But with each picnic a few blips must enter
No equation is precise when there are variables
Insects invade; ants swarm as well as bees
Flies in the fruit and sticks and stones beneath the rug
Then there is the picnic when nothing goes right
You brought the food but not the drinks
A storm brews over the lake blowing a cold breeze
Bringing with it a drenching downpour in its wake
Life is only what you make of each experience
Laugh in the face of adversity but cry when you must
Regroup when plans change or life takes a sudden dive
Plan for tomorrow but don’t forget today
Play in the rain when life sends you a storm
Study the flowers that entice the bees to roam
Clean away the sticks and stones that block your daily paths
Drink the wine of life that brings passions to your soul
Give freely of yourself but take time relax
Work hard to achieve, playing just as hard to enjoy
Accept who and what you are, tolerating even the flaws
You cannot change what is, but you can improve from within
Each breath you draw, each day you awaken
These are gifts to not take lightly
It is not through others that you achieve or succeed
But rather, in the belief, that you can prosper by who you have become
My book of my inner most heartfelt emotions from my soul,
Sit unseen inside a book I created with my hands, hours of editing, finally created out of love.
Now sits in a shelf, with nobody to seek but me, is this how much my deep life experiences are worth?
Only Jesus has seen, for it was only HIS Holy Spirit which guided my hands to type them onto the paper, my tears unshed puddled up behind my eyes…
Time will tell if I open it back up my SOUL, Jesus help me, as with my past life, I’m Just INVISIBLE………….
Unless it’s positive, all I get is “thanks for sharing thus one” I guess like the song, “It is well, it is well with my soul”
Dear, Attorney Ambrose
What Caroline has been forced to indure has at the very least been detrimental to her brain development?
Her frontal lobes being at best seventy five percent if that developed.
Having been since I've been gone,
has caused her to be emotionally abused that has produced either heightened or prolonged activation of the stress system that will result in her later-life behavior.
And the bogus attempt to mollify me, based on my own abused experiences, leaves me with that sour taste,
the taste of disgust that one knows when being told to achieve an out come, that you already know.
Psychological expert's are now more sure than ever as to how these early-life experiences change the brain,
any reasonably intelligent person now knows
that the brain responds by changing its structure, gene expression, and function.
And to dismiss this reasonable argument should prohibit anyone who thinks else wise, from having
or playing a role in my daughters still developing mind.
Would you not agree?
How do we help a traumatized child recover?
There is no magical insight about an individual untrained in child abuse and their future behavior as was just recently tried in court by untrained D.C.F. worker's opining as to why Caroline was Baker acted.
Or that Caroline could understand the ramifications of her actions,
other than to find a way to extradite her self from that her group home surrounding's.
Where self reporting as you suggested, would in the future find her.
Right?
Instead, heightened caregiving and therapy involving social behavior is now the key.
Unfortunately all have for year's have known that Karen has never possessed the where with all
to change her self destructive behavior.
Attorney Ambrose, we are all social creatures, and our social interactions in early life design the brain to greatly influence the person that we will one day become.
Please Respond!
Sincerely,
James McLain
Unfolding Pleasures
Hand-in-hand we walk along the moonlit blue beach
Out of nowhere breathtaking waves of emotion engulf us
As we are in each other's embrace soaring and not holding back
Exploring and awaking unfolding pleasures of sweet blossom petals
Under the blanket of the blue twilight sky on a warm bed of sand
Retracing and nourishing long forgotten blissful memories of life experiences
The smells of fresh night and the salty ocean breeze
Out of the darkness comes an alarming screeching
Terrified in panic and fear we embrace
Watching a massive flooding wave overcome us from the ocean tsunami
© By: Eve Roper 8/2/2015
"Save Our Planet. Our Planet Is Dying.
Join In Our Earth Day Efforts Or Else,
Our Beloved Children's Future Will Be Most Trying.
Save Our Planet Or Our Planet's Time Will Come Due.
Our Planet Will Truly Die. The Only One Who Can Save It Is You."
Let me tell you something my friend.
Our planet has been through it all and it still continues to go on living.
Multiple asteroids and comets have plundered into earth,
volcano eruptions, massive earthquakes, extreme changes in climate.
Our planet has survived these constant encounters for billions upon billions of years.
Our planet isn't dying anytime too soon, so let that no longer be one of your fears.
Improperly disposed of plastics and other non recyclables
combined with continual water and air pollution
won't have the slightest effect on our planet's life span.
Earth Will Just Continue Its Evolution.
We however have a major problem because we won't survive like our planet Earth.
A Specie That Directly Caused Its Own Extinction, will be the total of all our worth,
but Mother Earth will continue to evolve and live on as new life experiences new birth.
Our planet isn't dying. We are you fools! Why? Because we're all just ignorant jerks!
It was this world’s most popular word people use for a fancy trip they take “Travel”
My definition was a mile’s journey taken from one place to another in life
I moved from painful events as I transitioned into all sorts of places
My happy ones filled with flowers
My sad ones filled with anxiety and depression making this journey all worth it like four seasons as each one has its beautiful definition
I used the travel word as I verbally went through counselling to align my soul with my body, mind and spirit and crossed over the road less travelled
Many people travel using different travel mediums such as cars, busses, planes, boats and the likes
With me, it is always different and blossoming
Nothing like what others use to be transported to their destinations
With me, my travels are always my life experiences
I had variations without even thinking about my own moods, but as a writer
I needed to know just when to double my final consonant and when I should not
I deviated from my practice only when I used this word “Travel” no matter my stress pattern as my final consonant doubled
With this word came determining factors of places, memories and friends I made along this journey
Poet
Masego Nkuna
Nightmares Shall Follow Us
Buried deep within the clustered-cobwebs of the mind,
Lurketh certain synaptic images of things ugly and evil.
These mental clustered-cobwebs do accumulate over time,
And with them their synaptic images grow in proportion.
These images contain reflections of daily life experiences,
And may form negative visions of real people, things, events.
These are the nightmares that follow us in life’s finite run.
They can be evil and frightening, devouring all things good.
They can even develop a synergy of their own from a wealth
Of painful and traumatic experiences deep within the psyche.
Deep in the shadows of the mind, one person’s night terror,
May be another person’s incubus—who can say for sure?
The psychic boundary separating reality and fantasy in our
Dreams may blur, at times, yet nightmares shall follow us.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
March 4, 2018 (Couplet)