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Perhaps it's my theory; or is it my unwritten hypothesis? It's not a proven fact, but just a personal observation.
There are some people who geniunely need other people. At least in their minds, they cannot live without other people.
And I must say that I'm not speaking of co-dependency. There are people who geniunely do not need other people.
At least in their mind, their lives are better without other people. And I must say that I'm not speaking of anti-social behaviors.
There are lyrics in a popular song that seem to address this topic: "People who need people are the luckiest people in the world".
For the longest time, I did not understand the meaning of the song. It's nothing that I really talked much about, but I think I really get it now.
I once had an overseer and friend whom I considered to be a 'social animal'. In other words, It seems he had an addiction for people beyond normality.
I'm not sure if he felt pulled to them for their better well being, or wealther there were wounds in his own soul that required unusual social connections.
Anyway, perhaps the song is right; people who need people are luckier. Some are less social, but human nature seems to compel us towards each other.
12072017 PS Contest, People. 4P
Resolutions
Repentance of things past and present, and anticipated misdoings shall be of utmost importance. I shall be more open and vulnerable, being more willing to “Be Wrong”.
Evils that are both subtle and also blatant shall be exposed, fought against, and prayed about. I shall determine that my voice be heard more by both God in prayer, and by my fellow man.
Salvation of the human race is not a given, but we must seek powers higher than our own. It shall be my intent to further awareness that without Christ “We” are lost, and when left to our own devices, we will never be found.
Options shall be my pathway to channels unknown before, but presently golden opportunities. Unacceptable behavior and destructive forces should not be left alone, because they’ve always been that way, and “because we’ve always done it that way”.
Lucky shall not be any dream of mine, but I with the Almighty shall prosper and assist many. The harder I work, and the more I pray, and the kinder I become, the luckier I get.
Until everyone knows, I shall consider it my duty to tell them that they are loved by God. The knowledge of God and His love for us changes everything.
Teachable is what I have always wanted to be, and the future me shall be no less.
The wisdom that comes from God is teachable and affords us the ability To go beyond being understood, and opens our hearts to understand.
Immovable shall be the word for the values that must never perish, and that I forever cherish. Descending from a generation of “Absolutes”, and pushed onto a bandwagon of “Situation Ethics”, I shall continue with values that do not change like the wind.
Onward and upward I shall go, more bolder, ever hopeful, unselfish, and never looking back. Regardless of the destruction and pain that I see, there is a world of promise just ahead.
Never giving up, in, or out; never doubting truth; never allowing evil to persist without a fight. I will continue utilizing the scales of solid truth that shall outlast the fading vapors of evil.
Solutions to mankind’s problems were gifted to every generation, and I too shall assist for the good. You and I are gifts on loan by God Almighty to our generation, and we must use them to make our world a haven of love and peace.
12092015 PS Contest, Resolutions)
A lonely rider traversed the sand upon his sturdy mount,
Beneath a sky so filled with stars that no man might ever count.
A dangerous dash across open land on a night without a moon,
A last ditch chance for absolution before his brother hangs at noon.
He pushed on harder than he should until his pony found a rut,
A broken leg and a bullet played it seemed fate had punched him in the gut.
He went on by foot and prayed to God “Please let a stagecoach happen by,
Or a cowboy with a horse to lend, Dear Lord don’t let my brother die.”
“It weren’t he at the house that night that poor Lizzy got herself kilt,
I knowed all too well because it were me, I alone bear up the guilt.”
“I loved her all to sweetly Lord but my affections were each one spurned,
So on that night I took her life and waited for her true love to return.”
I laid in wait to bushwhack the varmit whoever the cur might be,
Along the trail that led to her house behind a big oak tree.
“It were my intention to shoot him down and lay him at her side,
I then seen him on the dapple gray that only my brother’d ever ride.”
“It struck me like a thunder bolt to think that I broke my brother’s heart,
So I lit clean on outa Texas with my hope of making a brand new start.”
“Her pa swore to the judge that my brother deprived dear Lizzy of her life,
Because she told him the night before that she’d never be his wife.”
“It t’were me that he’d heard talkin’ the night that Lizzy passed away,
Now I got to get back to that town, Dear Lord, to have my final say.”
“It seemed that my brother was luckier at love than ever he were at dice,
But I had dashed his hopes each to the rocks and left him to pay the price.”
But as he prayed and walked along a rattler took him by surprise,
And as the poison run it’s course the murderer closed his eyes.
And in his mind he could see his kin dangling from a rope,
So as the snakebite did it’s work he took one last stab at hope.
He drew his buck knife from his boot and opened up his shirt,
To carve out his confession was his aim so with a cry he went to work.
And when they found his body in the morning just a half-mile out of town,
They found the note that he’d carved on his chest, “I shot Lizzy down.”
This day out of all days speaks words of realism and shame.
The world you've made hides the shadows that lingers to this day.
Unnoticed.
Unnecessary.
The darkness within holds the secret to your surroundings.
You've ignored the fact that the world is suffering.
The millions reached out for the touch of a hand.
Never getting a single light to guide them to friends.
We fall slowly into a hole of
our ignorance,
our arrogance,
and our defiance.
Never really realizing that our love isn't made to stand.
You say that you know.
That you feel and understand.
With no experience or evidence, how could say that you truelly aren't pretend?
Sad you describe your life,
but to the world outside of society,
your words mean nothing to them.
A life without fears.
A home caring and protected.
A bank that filled to the brim.
A hand that pollutes the earth.
A society that helps all that live and breathes.
Your life isn't so sad that you once thought of it to be.
The hungry and the dead.
They still live in peace.
With a heart of gold, but still so fragile to keep.
Survival is a must, so their hearts start to rot.
Slowly but surely the light will end.
What's left is the darkness that lingers in our hearts.
That's a sad story, but not the worse that was made.
The evil shows itself in the people who could help,
but never do in this world of shame.
They hung their heads low and follow the rest who are the same.
This world will never change.
The greed will show.
The greed will stand.
That's the true sadness in our hearts.
No one cares for each other.
No one helps another.
This day out of all days told me the story
of the people who suffer to this day.
In the world we live, you're luckier than most.
You've hides these facts in the world you have made.
The world that you're the one who's suffering.
It's all a sad story with always a sad ending.
This day out of all days speaks words of realism and shame.
The world you've made hides the shadows that lingers to this day.
Unnoticed.
Unnecessary.
The darkness within holds the secret to your surroundings.
You've ignored the fact that the world is suffering.
I try to tell you what an amazing man I think you are
The best I’ve ever had in my life by far
I do what I can to show
Though sometimes I know
You don’t always think it’s true
Since that every first day I spent with you
Something deep within me just knew
And for you there’s nothing I wouldn’t do
I do what I can to make you smile
You make me feel better than I have in a while
When I’m with you
My skies aren’t anything but blue
In my little world the sun always shines bright
You have become both my day and night
When you’re not around you’re all I can think about
And when we go out
I always have the best time
Can’t believe I’m lucky enough to call you mine
But with you I’m sure everything happens for a reason
And when you walked into my life this season
Everything has begun to change for the better
Even find myself hiding you a love letter
Being with you kind of makes me feel like a kid again
All these feelings I never want to end
I want what we have to last forever
Never wanting the bond, we share to sever
Cuz I really think you and me
Were brought together cuz we are meant to be
This isn’t the first time I’ve thought I was in love
But I’ve been given signs from above
Maybe not my first, but I want you to be my last
Ready and willing to leave everything else in the past
Cuz from her on out
There’s no shadow of a doubt
I want you and only you
Just hope you see that in all the things I say and do
Whenever you’re away
On you is where my mind goes to stay
Reading messages, going thru pictures, thinking about your arms around me
After all that is by far my favorite place to be
All these things I just can’t deny
From you no things I hide, no reason to lie
You are more than just my boyfriend
Baby you are my lover and my best friend
And all this I mean with every beat of my heart
Finally feel as if I can get a fresh start
And I couldn’t be luckier to have that start with you
What an amazing start of something new
Hope you know these words of mine are true
Baby what I’m trying to say is…I Love You
It is not fair, it is not just,
That you have things that I don't!
Do I suffer with envy and jealousy,
Coiling like a noose in my chest?
Or do I strive to improve myself?
Or do I accept you as you are,
Or love me for who I am?
Should I detest our differing destinies,
Or must I strive to enhance my stance?
Should I seek your praise or scorn,
Or must I be happy and calm?
I think I am the master of my fate,
Loving myself for who I am...?
But who am I, but a reflection of you,
A mirror of your virtues and flaws?
Admire or abhor?
Accept you, as you are,
Or love myself for who I am?
Wait—what makes you luckier?
When life's a gamble of cards and chance?
Should I grieve your destiny or mine,
Or must I strive to move my groove?
You are the image of my soul,
Reflecting light and dark.
Should I admire your charm or… loathe your faults,
Or must I cherish you as you are?
I should be the master of my fate,
Loving myself for who I am.
Should I seek your praise or scorn,
Or must I be happy and calm?
Your world stretches like a sun-drenched meadow,
While mine feels like a cramped, dimly lit room.
While I grasp a mere crumb,
Scales teetering, balance trembling.
Do I wallow in spite and self-pity?
Do I envy you, my perceived foe?
Blame the hand I'm dealt,
Crave your approval, loathe your scorn?
You have the sun, I have the moon,
This disparity throws me into a state of…
Despair threatening to swallow me whole,
Pulling me into its icy depths.
Envy you as a formidable adversary?
Chase your allure of glory or scandalous shame,
Curse your lot or perhaps my name,
Crave your radiant smile or icy chill frown?
What makes you luckier than me?
Life's a gamble of destiny and decree,
Drown in green-eyed sorrow?
I Should, I SHould, I SHOULD… I Must, I MUst, I MUST…
…Perhaps…
Just Do!
Navigate my inner world,
Chart my own course, set sail,
Embrace my authentic self.
Today, I choose to cherish us both for who we are.
Towards a future yet unwritten.
prosaic prologues bewitch
feeble minded scribe doth undertakes
tend toward lugubriousness ring tone
for goodness sake
echoing across,
a figurative lake woebegone, where quake
shutters latched storm windows,
clapped closed winter season didst make
physical environment lachrymose
analogous to imp pond durable dark lake
where sits inside secluded hut,
this fledgling author named Jake
a former cub (scout) at a loss
to string together an aria
tomb other nature and NOT FAKE,
sepulchral paeon to divine Gaea, Mother Earth
especially incorporating
mutisyllabic (sesquipedalian) words,
which exertion
on par with giving birth
(or so I guess),
a particularly heavily pregnant laden dearth
of help mates, doubling demonstrably
deadly duty devoid of mirth
totally tubular taxing toll,
an essentially unbearable
effort with bulging girth
whereat digestion consumes
latent mental ambition,
especially toasty warm near the hearth
which hitherto unknown to any reader
twas Xmas fabrication and fiction
no crime committed, nor animals harmed
in the making of diction
aery necessary entrapping unsuspecting intellect
to comprehend somber benediction
unless perchance one lone wolf
bait Oven English Major
with Westernization
topped off with a European
debunaire suave acculturation
even luckier if hypothetical personage
dips daintily into forays epicurean,
though careful,
and alert since church fathers
would frown on parsonage
whose natural born ardor,
a spiritual abduction
stealing austerity, complacency, and objection
toward forced irrational schemas
averse to abnegation
unfair imposition
to foist upon pruriant predilection
also impossible
to sequester arbitrary animal urges,
punishing call of the wild,
sowing seeds a beastial accusation
considered averse,
then imposition contrition!
Last year I thought I’d start something new…a new custom…a new tradition…
It never caught on but I’m bringing it back…this year…with a few revisions…
My idea is to celebrate December 26th!
like Christmas, it’s filled with joy and love and laughter
but has the disadvantage…of arriving one day after.
If not…I’m afraid December 26 is fated to remain unreckoned…
doomed to stand in relative obscurity with its neighbor…January 2nd.
I think it’s time we celebrate those days…days that could have been so great
if they hadn’t been ill-fated…..to show up one day late.
Do you know the name of the first man on the moon?
Of course…everybody does?
But do you remember the second…Ed Aldrin…his family called him Buzz.
Buzz Aldrin… the second man to emerge from the Lunar Module….
his history forever destined to be blurred…
Just like the groundhog who quietly emerges from his burrow…on February 3rd
Mt. Everest is the tallest mountain in the world…the second is almost as high…
yet K2 remains an afterthought…kind of like the 5th day of July.
Everyone knows Amelia Earhart, her story is one of courage, strength and devotion.
She was the first female pilot to fly by herself…across the Atlantic Ocean.
The second was Geraldine Mock, and at her even more accolades were hurled
for she kept going after crossing the Atlantic…and flew around the world!
Isn’t it funny how life works, for no one could have foreseen
that Geraldine would be a footnote in history…just like the day after Halloween.
But such is the way the calendar unfolds, be it September, October or December
some days, like people, are destined for greatness, while others we hardly remember.
I think it’s time we change all that…and give these days their due
For I believe ‘days after’ deserve their place in history too.
At the very least ‘days after’…I, for one, think you’re great…
If nothing else you’re four times luckier
than February 28!
today when we went to visit you
we saw a little leprachaun visiting with you
He was there at the gravesite sitting with you
he greeted us so happily
" so very pleased to meet you "
he had just completed a journey through a rainbow
and this was where it came to end
the meeting place of such a beautiful angel
who now is this leprachauns very dear friend
which is far more valuable than a pot of gold
He said . . . ." I've traveled to the end of many rainbows
at its end , many riches to behold
but never have I found such a special love and beautiful angel "
"thank you , with all our hearts and souls we love our beautiful little angel "
is what this leprachaun was told
To have him as a part of our life our family we are thankful
he is so very special,
he is OUR pot of gold
he said. . ." yes this , I see
discovering it was a pleasure for me
you ought to consider yourself very very lucky . . . .
in fact even luckier than me . . . .
I tell you that rainbow , by far was the longest journey
but the best journey for me . . .
and it makes me very happy to see
that the truest beautiful treasures
at rainbows endings they be "
He shook my hand to congratulate me
my heart felt warm immediately
and I smiled at the leprachaun looking up at me
then that little leprechaun said to me
"it's a pleasure meeting grama RITA and baby FRANKIE . . . .
I must run along now , your so very lucky
to have known your beautiful angel s
who I got to meet at the end of this rainbow
they are good dear friend s who now I know . . . .
that I'm glad to now know . . . .
I've found my luck and now I must go
to find , to chase another rainbow
oh wait and by the way ,
One more thing I must say
to you and your family . . .
do have a HAPPY HAPPY st Patrick's day
and do remember your luck not just today but EVERYDAY
to you this I say
. . . . once more. . . .
HAPPY ST PATRICKS DAY
More beauteous than Helen of Troy!
More beauteous than all beauty queens!
More beauteous than the foggy eves:
More beauteous than the starry beams;
Was it thou angels Who beguiled?
With thy unearthly beauty sheen!
In far off, far off, far off well
From centuries hanging they unseen
Which name of Lord thou learned from Them?
By which magic them thee enthralled!
I read pages of Holy Book
Oh Beauty Queen I'm appalled!
While in the eve in yard I roam
And look at heavens as I stand
I gaze at starry world on high
I blink on earthly lamps on hand
I put in wonder hands on lips!
As Alice in some wonderland
Thou tease me out of mind oh Queen!
Thou shining glittering in the sky
All starry fays who serve thee there
And sing for thee a lullaby
Oh thou the shine of evening sky
Oh thou the morning starry beam
Oh radiant than the goddess moon
More radiant than all fairies seem
Thousands of years on lofty skies
Far off, far off from madding crowd
Oh come on earth come on for once
Oh come in misty cloudy shroud
Oh luckiest than those drowned on Earth
Oh luckiest than all killed in wars
More luckier than those smiling eyes
In world no one can know whose scars!
Wash fairies thy face with moon dust
And dry it with the heavens breeze
From tangled boughs of sky and earth
For thy bath water they squeeze
Which duty God to thee assigned?
Thou sitting midst of starry fays!
Thou serve the One the Gracious Lord?
Who rules on world all night and day?
In Day thou worship Lord of world
Thou lit at night the angels way
Oh harken me oh Beauteous lass!
A message I've sent to you
Oh read the verse of Holy Book
My Holy Book, it's chapter two
Read scented scented every verse
More keenly read one hundred two
Oh bid the orders of Thy Lord
Without Him everyone in loss