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My Worst Nightmare
David J Walker
My worst nightmare is
And he paused before
The mistakes could escape
His lips
Frozen in a moments time
The cast-iron statue
Resisted the rust
But could not trust
His slips
In a moments memory
long past its prime
My worst nightmare is
Thus and such
“The skilly use of words
had not forsaken him”
a boyish touch
A scally lad
A cad in the making
Though not so much
In the literal meaning
My worst nightmare is
And he paused again
In the dim light of
A pale dawn
To shrug off the last
Yawn
of an early morning
after
Wanton vandals
Invading his deepest dreams
Without warning
Stealing the
Mise-en-scène
Again
And again
An 11 year old girl killed herself over trepidation towards ICE
That is a literal child's life
But she didn't give them money so they didn't really mind
If we are all so woke, why is the whole world blind?
And yes I say “We” because what monster could hear that and not want to fight?
Jocelynn Rojo Carranza would rather die than deal with ICE
But that doesn't matter because she wasn't the same shade as a grain of rice
Politicians seriously have the same brain as a single lice
“Im one person, my opinion won't change anything” we still have our voice
For once in our life we have a choice
A chance
An opportunity
Show Him and his goons that they don't have immunity
He sends “home-Growns” out, does that sound like unity?
We shouldn't be happy.
Feel anger, sadness, fear, depression, pain, anxiety, and feel one thing above all; Determination
They treat american citizens like we are part of an invasion
We should never choose destruction over creation
We are the last hope for this faulty nation
And for now, we still have rights
So when we say this, we don't say it light
We need to unite, and we need to fight
There’s a feel of heaviness around me
Weighing down my body and mind
Restlessness consumes my very existence
With this cloak of despair I can’t unbind
What brings this downfall upon me
What is the purpose of this misery
Other than imprisoning me in my life
The reasoning for all this is still a mystery
My life has been taken away from me
I’m floating like a cloud in a sky despair
How long must I be made to suffer
Will there be an end to this nightmare
This rancid darkness that’s overcome me
Has shown me on earth there’s a literal hell
That will capture your mind to torture you
And your captures you can never dispel
This mental prison they call depression
Will relentlessly make you beg and plead
You desperately want to get away from here
Alive or dead regardless as long as you’re freed
According to an ancient tradition
One can distinguish between two senses of Scripture
The literal and spiritual
The latter being subdivided into
Allegorical
Moral and
Anagogical senses
The profound concordance of the four senses
Guarantees all its richness to the living reading of Scripture in the Church
The literal sense is the meaning conveyed by the words of Scripture
And discovered byexegesis
Following the rules of sound interpretation
All other senses of Sacred Scripture are based on the literal
The spiritual sense
Thanks to the unity of Eternal God’s plan
Not only the text of Scripture
But also the realities and
Events
About which it speaks can be signs
The allegorical sense
We can acquire a more profound understanding of events
By recognizing the significance in Father Christ
Thus the crossing of the Red sea
Is a sign or type of Father Christ’s victory
And also of Christian baptism
The moral sense
Events reported in Scripture ought to lead us justly
As St. Paul says
They were written for our instruction
The anagogical sense
We can view realities and
Events in terms of their eternal significance
Leading us toward our true homeland
Thus the Church on earth is a sign of the heavenly Jerusalem
A medieval couplet summarizes the significance of the four senses
The letter speaks of deeds; Allegory to faith
The moral how to act; Anagogy our destiny
It is the task of exegetes to work
According to these rules
Toward a better understanding and
Explanation of the meaning of Sacred Scripture
In order that their research may help the Church to form firmer judgment
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For me, today is a time of reflection.
I have good days and bad days.
Sometimes I feel lost with no direction.
I wonder why my life had dark highways
Why wasn't I beautiful like so and so,
Or why was I trapped in “ stupid’s.” maze.
If I'm stuck in this mind frame, I can't grow,
So I change it fast because I am unique,
Even when I'm sad and feeling very low.
You, my friend, are what you think and speak,
Find your gift and talent and excel in that,
We're unique with a certain build and physique.
Sometimes you have to fight on a boxing mat,
Not a literal one, be your own cheerleader,
You may have to give yourself a loving pat,
On your own back, stand tall like a strong cedar.
It sounds lonely; that’s not what I want to convey,
Don't let others define you, get a soul weeder.
And weed out negatively and have your say,
Hang around like-minded people, embrace love,
Let it infuse you; it's more powerful than hate.
It's a precious, precious gift from up above,
Cling to it, my friend, and wear it like a glove.
Alexis Y.
06/16/2021
Father, I know I am Thy literal son,
And Thou hast told me, Thou hast totally forgiven me.
I wholly believe Thee, but I don’t feel worthy,
To even be called Thy son, cut off spiritually by the natural man.
It is under the Son of God, I have been adopted in,
And after the resurrection, after I’ve thrived to the end,
Having proved true, I will then be physically begotten too,
Having become Thy true favored son, for my complete soul will be made wholly new.
We all must grow up into a narrowing of focus, until we reach the other side,
Where we come out into the purity of light, which then widens.
For all are in The Great Christ, and we too must die,
But in the Father, all shall be made alive.
This is our test, and we must do our very best,
As Thou dost make up all the rest, in restoring us,
To a perfect brightness of spirit, love and intelligence,
Both in body, spirit and soul, to inherit peace, sealed as one whole.
We all play an important role,
For all are needed in the great Christ’s sacred soul.
Please Lord, help us all to be true in Thee, sanctified,
For in Thy blood, our life’s supply, we too must die.
Thou hast all these sacred treasures of truth, within Thy eternal, master plan.
So please, don’t let go of our desperate hands.
Within the building blocks of the eternities, our families, I know we can,
Like the good ground beneath our feet, have our lives in holy love so sweet.
The atonement of our Lord, is for each sister and brother,
Which helps heal our wounds, and binds up our souls to each other.
We need to be united in Thee, for if not, then who are we really?
I want our names to be wholly in, Christ Jesus.
11 Conservative Christian Activist Says He would rather be beheaded than wear a mask to prevent the spread of COVID 19
Conservative Christian activist
says he would rather be beheaded t
than wear a mask to prevent
the spread of COVID-19.
a radical anti-LGBT Trump-loving
conservative Christian,
Lively argues that requiring citizens
to wear a mask to fight the coronavirus pandemic
is like the Nazis requiring Jewish individuals
to wear a yellow star on their clothing,
and an unacceptable overreach
of government power.
These things must be balanced
against the disastrous consequences
of surrendering personal liberty
to overreaching government,
especially regarding face masks,
and enforced social distancing
and enforced social distancing
which are in some ways worse
than police-enforced lockdowns
because they represent
a literal in-your-face exercise
of statist power like Islamist head coverings
for women or the Nazis’ yellow star for Jews.
Unnecessary public mask wearing,
as opposed to reasonable usage,
is no less a statement of psychological submission
to higher authority than a dog collar.
In the greater scheme of things,
I believe liberty is more important
than security if one is forced
than security if one is forced
to choose between those two.
Those who don’t believe
that are ripe for the Mark of the Beast,
which is what this entire season
of chaos is really about, in my view.
Personally, I would rather die
or be maimed from COVID-19—
or be beheaded by a mob
of anarchists and Islamists—
than become a safe slave
in a global totalitarian government.
Led by Satan’s tool
Joe Biden
Love is
Label Labor Labyrinth
Lacking Lagging Lame Lamenting
Large Lasting Late Lazy Leading Learning
Letdown Lethal Less Lewd Liberating
Lie Life Limited Lingering Literal
Literal Lively Livid Logical
Lonely Long Lord Loss
Loyal Luck Lunacy
Luring Lust
Love is many differnt things to people!
Not an original dream, or word computes this time.
Following the leader and daisy chains that litter a long way out.
Gunfire and bomb scares are louder now in flashes of time blink on and off.
House lights that communicate in waves.
Words fumble and flood from mouths that salivate for aesthetically pleasing scenery.
Forever bleeding as jars overflow and litter the pathway home.
Colorless pictures of disorganized emotions processed in unique points.
Starry eyes buried under the veil of cobwebs that keep us tucked in real tight.
Dismal bricks of someday wisdom drag behind.
Our burial sites scattered among landscapes that you knew us in.
Roses for summer.
Pumpkins in fall
Winter poinsettias brighten up the grave mood.
Barricades that promote wellness in the bodies you knew us by lay solemnly still.
Among the grass, and snow dirty heads half spirited in the soil.
The calm as the literal hearts break in time, wilted flowers that dust reminds is still dust.
Folded notes in time gray to black
Emotional highs and lows wail on high against the current of dreamscapes
In waves the house lights die.
In waves the origins hush.
In waves the scene fades.
Over and out the prayers of what we can't let go drags the graves in chain gangs.
Marching with incentive.
Never to turn back time.
Fold the letter.
Forget my name.
You've buried me in pieces of mind in fall cemetery rain.
Hear the bells.
It's beyond the see, and saw the dream wake down on my knees.
Mercy me.
The soft kills me every time.
Bajillion years after proto humans experienced woe
countless figurative early Brady bunched bro doggie
dimples encountered necessity to escape cohabitation
(marital covenant alien), yet quasi marital brouhaha
ofttimes witnessed altercation begetting re: thorough
out baby with bath water phenomena, which literal
cruel fate heavily peppered past (mine) accounting
lamely explaining Pink Floyd momentary status quo
upended accompanied courtesy lapse of reason no
definitive evidence to substantiate claim, yet I know
without shadowed doubt every friggin forebear (hoe
pining to savor manumission, versus cotton pickin)
back breaking stoop labor think indentured escrow
harking back to days of our lives (mainly bonobo
nasty, short and brutus creatures millenniums ago
unsung simian kindred beings suffering figurative
ruffled horse feathers nsync with bird in hand dodo
which latter species long extinct (as Dutch good eats)
now non sequitur (sea quitter) mine homeboys/girls
comprising Harris eventual clan (of craven lionized
"scapegoats" set genealogical precedent, and grew
some real winners gentiles, who commingled and
intermarried, and united proudly to kvetch as Jew)
eventually acquiring redeeming qualities conveniently
best caricatured as features exhibited by Mister MaGoo
invariably dear reader "fake" anecdote ye will poo poo
as well how storied and fabled coronavirus (COVID-19)
medical technicians reference quaint pandemic setting
figurative global stage brethren and sistern microbes
made webbed, wide world wish for said good ole days
cuz, communique done being crafted about six hours
marine hated, armies of beastie boys slain 2120 yahoo
the darndest, latest microscopic bugaboo nearly slew
entire population, hence envision terra firma with
divine providence absolute zero people as edenic
provenance (metaphorically offering tabula rasa view.