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Role reversal, yeah dats what dis feels like,
what happened 2 those good ol days forget whos wrong or right
ppl actually cared bout having an undastanding,
but despite how da roles have changed like Monica Im still standing...
strong, firm on solid ground but question?
If da roles are reversed whos gonna hold me down
if Im lost how am I suppose 2 find her, am I actually seeing 20/20
or am I blinded by dis worlds reflecting glare tru,
life aint no crystal stare & I aint lookin 4 da sweet life
just sum1 2 share my world wit, u haven't truly been kissed
till u felt da emotion behind it, what we call tru love
is actually timeless no motives behind it just takin it 1 day at a time,
yeah da roles have definitely been reversed
its like da good men & women have been cursed becuz
even tho we carry immense light God still saw it fit 2 disable our sight
when it came 2 da relationships we had no business in,
I still seek what ppl back in da day were lookin 4,
but where dey stopped da search I never lost my hunger for it
When The U.S. A. decided to build a highway system extending all the way to California, it was called Route 66. It extended from Chicago, Illinois to Santa Monica, California. Via television in the early 60’s, its fame grew beyond the reality of a long western ride. As a child, like millions of others, I enjoyed watching Todd and Buz zoom across the country in a Chevy Corvette. Today, their journey reminds me of my journey through the Bible.
Often, we do not realize that part of heaven is about the journey. If our beginning were Genesis, and we never experienced joy until we reached Revelation, we would have lost much of heaven when we passed through Judges. If we only set our sights on the destination, we would never experience the beautiful music of David in Samuel or his confessions in the Psalms.
I've learned to enjoy my journey through the Bible in spite of the evil Kings of Israel portrayed in the Book of Kings or the slaughter of newborns by King Herod in the Gospels. I tell you, King Solomon was like so many of us when he speaks of vanities in The Book of Ecclesiastes, and shares the beauty of romance in The Song of Solomon. It was a most breathtaking portrait of the wisdom of God when I turned North toward The Book of Proverbs. I tell you, there is nothing like pausing at a rest stop and drinking the fresh waters from the Book of Ruth.
When I exited the dusty roads I had trodden, Route 66 opened up a whole new world to me. There is so much more I could say, but I would rather invite you to come along with me on Route 66* because there is plenty of room, and there is no end to this grandiose excursion.
There are many more wonderful people, places, and things that I could share with you, but I must not forget to tell you that there was a Very Special Person that I continued to meet throughout all my travels on Route 66. There was a Special Person and a Presence; This person expressed himself in many different forms, but there was little doubt about who he was. I tell you, he was and still is so very personable and the dearest friend to me. He is called and known by many names; some of which are Christ, Jesus, Savior, Master, and Teacher. He’s all those to me, but I also call him Lord; and I met him when I began my journey on Route 66.
cj070615 PS *Bible Route(66 Books)
High strung
Passionate
Perfectionist freak
Manic
Compulsive
Meticulous
Intense
High maintenance
HIGH MAINTENANCE
MONICA
Yes….I see a lot Monica in me. “You think I’m high maintenance???? Tell me how. Make a list and we will go over it POINT by POINT!” She spouted this out while trying to convince Phoebe otherwise. Well, I’m high maintenance because I feel, extremely!! Perfectionist!!! (Melancholy/Sanguine with a touch of crazy!) When God created me….He placed emotional sensors in every single cell of my body, it seems….INTENSE! Well, yes, it CAN be hard to handle….But listen, LISTEN to what Chandler says to Monica that makes him like the most amazing guy on Friends. “Yes, you ARE high maintenance, but that’s ok because….I like maintaining you!” You wouldn't exactly consider that some sentence that is dripping with passion and romance, but wow! That would make me FLY! :)
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Transition
between spring and summer, Santa Monica and Laguna Beach
despair to laughter, classroom to Zoom
Pagan festival brings renewal cinema:
In honor of May Day
Climbing 2200 feet
Encircled by a bed of yellow wild flowers
Special bonfires kindled
Yellow May flowers summon an eject on Big Bend trail
Screaming flames
off-beat-dancing inside shoulder joint
Roaring numb sinking deep
Beneath the puncture wound
Rainbow bruises cook up
one sexy hip
bloody lemonade rocking the carry-on bag
Bathe in wizard of Opium and Tylenol
Restless nights sneaking up without Full Moon’s warning
First time, may not
be the last – your suffering called forth
my morning dews
A time
to pray: May Tim and Paula watch over their beloved son
Safe and sound
Pagan festival brings
return of passion and vitality, self-healing and silent harmony:
Waves of euphoria without safety net ^ exponentially
Detach why > how > what > where > when
Immeasurable bliss
Aura of delirious tenderness – yet fruitful
Inherent presence – raw and unprotected
Unspoken immersion in realm of whole heartedness
Take nothing
for granted – from a simple bike ride to shampooing hair in kitchen sink
to
wrestle with arm sling
There are no mistakes in this Universe
Take nothing
for granted – from chopping garlic cloves to a divine prayer
to
welcome home kisses
There are no mistakes in this Universe
Take nothing
for granted – from mending torn muscles to sew up a broken heart
to
sponge a wrecked body of Fluffy Bunny
There are no mistakes in this Universe
Take nothing
for granted – from birds chanting and porched eggs in the morning
to
wake up ’sleepyhead’
There are no mistakes in this Universe
Embarking upon this most sacred timeless unification
Pagan festival brings the new norm:
The reason I was there I cannot recall
But I was sitting outside of our classroom, alone in the hall
When Principal Johnson walked into our class
I stood up to watch him through the square in the door with the glass
He whispered something to the teacher who put down her chalk
Then up to Monica Fulton he slowly started to walk
She gathered her things with a sad look in her eyes
Butterflies started churning in my stomach as I could empathize
Everybody knew about Monica’s troubles at home
She lived with an abusive father in a house all alone
But rules were different back in those days
There were no social workers around to take her away
I watched them walk down the hallway, footsteps echoing on wood
Up to his office door where Monica’s father now stood
He handed her over, then stepped on inside
Monica simply starred at her father with blue eyes opened so wide
He grabbed her collar and started yanking her toward the front door
She tried pulling away yelling, “I won’t go with you no more”
Then suddenly the fire alarm started a loud shrilling ring
“Everybody, single file outside”, the teachers started to sing
Mr. Fulton lost his grip in all of the chaos and confusion
Breaking the glass with my fist, left on my hand a contusion
That was the day Monica Fulton finally got to run away
No one has heard from her since, not even today
I happily spent my three months in the juvenile detention hall
The sentence I received for initiating a false fire alarm call
When Monica ran past me to the opposite end door
She yelled, “Thank you, Joe – I’ll remember this forever and more”
Scientist Anthony Chavez vanished without a trace
Then a key aide vanished who worked at the same place,
Chavez was last seen walking away from his home
Didn't take his keys, his wallet, or his phone.
Melissa Cassias was last seen walking in New Mexico,
Said she'd work from home, but one thing we know:
She walked miles away from where she said she'd be,
No wallet, no cell phone, left behind her key.
Her phones were wiped clean, found in her home.
Any clues that were on them now can't be known.
Monica Reza hiked with friends in a mountain scene.
Then vanished off the earth like she'd never been..
She was creating a metal for missiles, valuable and new
overseen by Will McCasland, who, you guessed it, vanished too.
Will began walking, just with boots and a gun,
But left his glasses—nowhere to run.
No phone, no trail, no word, no sign,
Just another name in this darkening line.
Carl Grillmair was shot on his porch, 6:00 AM
Another scientist dead, there are more, count them
Who can solve this twilight zone?
Researchers go on a last walk into the unknown
Are they dead or in some foreign state?
Secrets extracted, such a dismal fate.
This may be America, but one thing is sure
Look over your shoulder, you are not secure.
Haydn Aidan and Monica Reith
Made a pact to share false teeth
They did the same with pants and shoes
It saved the bother of having to choose
One worked by night and one by day
They shared a bed and to keep it neat
They made the change in a passageway
They shared a bed but to keep things neat
Each one had their own bed sheet
They only decided they would try it
To help each other keep to their diet
After fourteen years when both were thin
They started living apart again
Then Haydn Aidan and Monica Reith
Each went and bought their own false teeth
But for a while they didn’t rush
Each to buy their own tooth brush
Once a week they met in town
And brushed each other’s dentures down
Monica Reith and Haydn Aidan
Virgin man and blushing maiden
Neither of them ever saw
That the other may have wanted more
Those bestest of best best friends
Which is sadly where our story ends
(The song to be sung in the To The Tune Of... Cruella DeVil)
Monica Devil, Monica Devil,
If she doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will,
To see her is to take a sudden chill,
Monica, Monica Devil.
The curl of her lip, the ice in her stare,
All innocent children had better beware,
She’s like a spider waiting for the kill,
Look out for Monica Devil.
At first you think Monica is a devil,
But after time has worn away the shock,
You come to realize, you've met a sly fox,
Beware of Monica Devil.
This vampire bat, this inhuman beast,
She ought to be locked up and never released,
The world was such a wholesome place until,
Monica, Monica Devil.
If she doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will,
To see her is to take a sudden chill,
Monica, Monica Devil.
She’s like a spider waiting for the kill,
Look out for Monica Devil.
Her menacing grin, her sinister style,
She’s got the look that would make you run a mile,
The world was such a wholesome place until,
Monica, Monica Devil.
When Einstein wrote E equals MC squared
a secret with the world he shared.
His insight altered history’s course
and flagged a great energy source.
When God sent His Son to dwell on earth
He came to us through virgin birth.
As a man, He tapped a power source
that wholly changed history’s course.
Christ spent much time in prayer alone
seeking help from His Father’s throne.
The power needed for His work
was gained by this enduring quirk.
The power to live without sin,
to battle Satan and to win,
came from the time He spent alone
in prayer at His Father’s throne.
The miracles that Jesus wrought
and the power with which He taught
alike came from the time He spent
praying to God with His knees bent.
The revivals of bygone days,
that helped to check man’s sinful ways
and which we so much need today
will only take place as men pray.
Prayer unlocks divine energy
that cause men to be born-again.
The praying Monica was quaint
Her prayers made her son a saint.
The Spirit acting on man’s mind
helps him with God to be aligned.
When human and divine are merged
the heart of man of sin is purged.
Man, senses God’s presence over him
as he prostrates, body and limbs.
When to man’s mind God comes in view,
words spoken by him are few and true.
There’s no need for words on man’s part
for God who draws him knows his heart.
Whatever he asks in Jesus’ name
will be granted by God all the same.
This science of praying we must learn
as for greater power, we yearn.
Then the prayers that from our heart wells,
will reach the throne where our God dwells.
God’s power through us will then flow,
we’ll be like Jesus here below.
The works that men to Jesus drew,
the same and greater we will do.
The greatest power ever known
is that which exudes from God’s throne
pray-in this power and you’ll win
your battle with Satan and sin.
ANGER MANAGEMENT
I must clean my bare-naked window,
For my eyes have seen a nasty affair.
Surely Monica can't be that bimbo!
I wipe my eyes, can't hardly stare...
My boss thinks i'm calm, anger free.
I shuffle him through my new place.
Up here the air's so clear... but what do i see?!
I rub my eyes - once, twice. No not her face!
"What! Get off my sister!", in haste I scream.
Is that my best friend? Can it be?!
I must wake up from this nasty dream!
My eyes...my eyes...with rage...i can't see.
My boss on edge of window cliff,
He visualizes a raving lunatic.
His face freezes, he looks mighty stiff.
He thinks i'm lovestruck or mighty sick.
In the end it all turns out fine, except for
Me, for i'm back in the anger management registry.
But my best friend and sis love each other forevermore.
We all hug... i'm fine knowing they have chemistry.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Point of view, Ross, on the tv show Friends