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The death penalty, a practice rooted in antiquity, continues to evoke controversy and ethical dilemmas in modern society. Despite its purported role in deterring crime and administering justice, the death penalty stands on shaky moral ground and should be abolished for several compelling reasons.
Firstly, the irreversible nature of the death penalty is inherently flawed. In a justice system prone to human error, the risk of executing an innocent person is ever-present. Numerous cases worldwide have revealed wrongful convictions, highlighting the fallibility of judicial proceedings. Once a life is taken, there is no recourse for rectifying such a grievous mistake, perpetuating an irreversible injustice that stains the fabric of society.
Moreover, the death penalty undermines the fundamental value of human life. By sanctioning state-sanctioned killings, societies diminish the sanctity of life and condone violence as a means of resolving conflicts. Such a stance contradicts the principles of compassion, rehabilitation, and forgiveness, which should underpin any civilized society's legal framework.
Furthermore, the death penalty fails to achieve its purported goal of deterrence. Empirical evidence suggests that the threat of capital punishment does not significantly deter individuals from committing heinous crimes. Instead, socioeconomic factors, mental health issues, and systemic inequalities often drive criminal behavior. Investing in preventative measures, such as education, poverty alleviation, and mental health services, would yield more effective and humane solutions to reducing crime rates.
Critics argue that the death penalty provides closure to victims' families and serves as a form of retribution. However, vengeance should not be conflated with justice. Studies have shown that the prolonged legal processes and endless appeals associated with death penalty cases exacerbate the victims' families' trauma, prolonging their suffering rather than offering closure.
In conclusion, the abolition of the death penalty aligns with the principles of justice, compassion, and human rights. By rejecting this antiquated and morally dubious practice, societies can move towards a more enlightened and humane approach to criminal justice—one that prioritizes rehabilitation, reconciliation, and the inherent worth of every individual.
Although flowers bloom it’s awkward to say that they are flowers
because they are not flowers, but thorns disguised as yellow pistils
and stamens surrounded by the petals made of pieces of colorless
paper. Moreover, their fragrance bears no meaning at all because
they bloom in the night,
and each time when the scorching sun brands the cactus’ skin
it cries out loud from the pain of the thorns pierced through
it’s burning flesh to form renewed skin,
then, surprised by a heartrending cry,
the birds flap their wings to fly in the air abandoning the cactus.
However the birds may be, they only are lifeless drones
flying over a desert. And since they are lifeless, they
don’t know the meaning of life, and that’s why they only see
the thorny flowers standing open arms in the midst of the desert that is
filled with ashes of death—nuclear wastes, abandoned poisonous chemical
solutions polluted waters that drive lives to the edge of death.
To the saguaro cactus standing in the midst of man-made miseries,
nonetheless, dreamed to have an audience with
the mystic Queen of the Andes,
and in order for him to fulfill his dream,
to have a long journey toward the south moving along with the sun,
and then, after crossing the delicate line marked zero,*
climbing up the Andes for a higher ridge that is higher than the drone.
And as you go higher the wind starts to rise;
when the wind gets stronger to cut through the skin,
then saguaro’s thorns start to prick its own body from
loneliness unbearable,
and that is the time ripe for
the mystic Queen of the Andes to reveal herself
from the clearing fogs, behind the thick and heavy veil of clouds.
She appears in a dress embellished with tens of thousands of
not overly extravagant or pompous but graceful flowers that
bloom centenary.
She is the tree, immaculate and with inviolable dignity,
she bears the blooms in the serenity of the high and deep mountain.
Today too, the saguaro cactus under scorching sun dreams
a dream of seeing the elegant Queen of the Andes someday,
even afar it, stands as ever.
Enveloped in the cloud, though Queen hides her image
she has left her sweet scent behind,
in the sweet scent she left, the thorn flower saguaro stands
willing to wait another one hundred years to see her again.
*Zero: The Equator
1.618 :
Number of Golden Ratio, mystery of Kaaba, Miracle of Islam and Koran, it is the high time for Divine Secrets, Divine Mysteries. Soon on display!
In a little while, you will see scientific proofs of unbelievable mysteries that have remained hidden in the Holy City of Mecca for thousand of years with your own eyes. Mecca is willed as direction of kowtow, convention place for billions of Muslims and as the holy center of Islam. Those Muslims, who can afford, are prescribed to arrive go on a journey through Kaaba, Muzdelife and Arafat and to convene in the sacred city.
Phi Constant- 1.618, superior design number of mathematics. The Creator has always used the very same number in numerous events in the universe; in our heart pulses, the aspect ratio of DNA spiral, in the special design of the universe called dodecehadron, in the leaf array rules of plants called phylotaxy, in the snow flake crystals, in the spiral structure of numerous galaxies. The Creator used the same number; the number of golden ratio which is 1.618…
As a result of his 25 years long study, aesthetician Dr. Steven Markout proves that each of human faces and bodies, created pursuant to this ratio, are completely beautiful. If the relative ratio is 1.618 for the components of any structure, then this form will be convenient to Golden Ratio, the perfect design.
So, where is the Golden Ratio Point of the World?
The proportion of distance between Mecca and North Pole to the distance between Mecca and South Pole is exactly 1.618 which is the golden mean. Moreover, the proportion of the distance between South Pole and Mecca to the distance between both poles is again 1.618.
The miracle has not been completed yet; The Golden Ratio Point of the World is in Mecca city according to map of latitude and longitude which is the common determinant of mankind for location.
The proportion of eastern distance to the western distance of Mecca’s solstice line is again 1.618. Moreover, the proportion of the distance from Mecca to the solstice line from the west side and perimeter of world at that latitude is also surprisingly equal to the golden ratio, 1.618. The Golden Ratio Point of the World is always within the city borders of Mecca, within the Holy Region that includes Kaaba according to all mapping systems despite minor kilometrical variations in their estimations.
Regardless of which field of endeavor you happen to be in, never say never, and never say, "It's over'' until it's over. I was in my garage during chores better known as this, that, and the other, but I don't remember what.
Two outs, bottom of the 9th, and the home team was down one run. Being announced by one of the greatest announcers in Major League Baseball, it was the first game of the 1988 World Series between two California rivals, one representing Northern and the other Southern California.
That 9th inning, especially the last at-bat, was being played as if it was a game to end all games and certainly among the greatest that I ever witnessed, but I don't remember why I was listening to the game over
the radio and not watching it on TV.
Anyway, the visiting team, most-favored to win the series, was ahead 4 to 3 with the best closer in ML Baseball. However, He was matched against one of the game's greatest clutch-hitters. Moreover, the home team had a great base stealer on first base which was critical to the game because the great clutcher, not in the lineup and not expecting to play, could barely walk, much less run, which meant that he had to hit a long ball for a single or hit a home run.
With the clutcher at-bat, the base runner stole second base which was a great boost, and it also meant that a long single would tie the game and take it into extra innings, or a home run would win the game for the home team which is what happened. 8 pitches were thrown at this at-bat: two strikes, three balls, three fowl balls; 2-run homer, and the home team won 5 to 4. I tell you, it was one amazing one-third inning.
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When America bombed Hiroshima our city,
Three days later without pity,
They bombed Nagasaki and ruined the city.
Killed at least 200,000 people.
It was a normal day.
We were all going either to work, or school.
That day, I was very excited because
I was chosen to be “it” for hide and seek.
I was counting down, when I saw
A big ball of light that came out of the sky.
It was getting larger and brighter.
Warmer and louder.
And all of a sudden,
Boom!!!
I felt like I was falling…….
The school building was crashing under my feet.
I heard kids crying,
And I felt pain and blood all over my body.
I felt somebody carrying me.
A soldier………
He carried me to a safe place,
Where I could be healed.
But, there wasn’t really any safe place.
Being carried around,
I saw dead bodies all around me,
Burned to ashes.
Those who were still alive,
Were screaming for help.
And more…….screaming from pain.
I saw a mother who was trying to help her kid.
The kid was screaming his throat out for his mother.
“Mom, Help me….. Mom where are you”
The fire was eating him without mercy.
Not able to help him,
His mother cried and said
“Sorry…..I am so sorry. I am a bad mother”………
The city that was 15 minutes ago full of life.
Was now full of nothing but ashes and a RED ocean.
You couldn’t recognize people anymore,
Nor buildings.
Those who where still alive were wishing to die.
They were hungry and thirsty.
And they were ALL in pain.
Yet, there wasn’t really any body to help them,
Nor any food or water to drink and eat.
After about 6 hours,
It started to rain.
The rain was as dark as the dead bodies,
But nobody cared.
They were so happy that they finally found water.
They didn’t know it contains acid.
Moreover,
They didn’t care.
They drank and drank.
And people started to get poisoned,
And died.
August 1945.
When my people lost their life.
A day that can’t be forgotten.
Nor can have another discussion.
August 6, 1945.
When America bombed Hiroshima our city.
Three days later without pity,
They bombed Nagasaki and ruined the city.
Killed at least 200,000 people,
And ended the war.
With a big smile and a party,
More with no heart.
Form:
"I Am Fire"
I am an all consuming one
overpowering any and all!
When I am spreading
and you're in my pathway
most definitely you will fall!
Everyone feels my presence,
nothing can escape my wrath!
Ashes and smoke
make everyone choke,
for those are my aftermath!
My flames, they dance,
they writhe, they soar!
They command the utmost attention!
I am alive, my color is red!
I'm beyond anyone's comprehension!
I dance and play on the surface of the sun!
There is no mistaking my light!
All I need is the tiniest spark,
I cause fright when I do ignite!
When people see me coming to life
eyes widen and fear takes over!
If I touch anything that's combustible
it's mine in time and moreover....
They scream, they yell,
they cry out my name,
my flames laugh with heated desire!
I am a mighty, fiery one!
I can be the unquenchable fire!!!
Strangely though
I am used to describe
many, many things in life!
From fiery passions, to flames of love
I am the catalyst for strife!
WHO AND WHAT CAN STOP ME?
Oh That!!!
I've only one fear I can't slaughter!
Take that away!!!
Don't bring that near me!!!
"DON'T YOU DARE COME NEAR
WITH THAT WATER!!!"
WTA-IV 3/15/2016
January 13 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 37-39
Key Verse – Genesis 39:3 And his master saw that the LORD was with him, and that the LORD made all that he did to prosper in his hand.
FAITH IN GOD WHO MAKES US TO PROSPER
God makes us to prosper, manifoldly blessing us against crises’ might
Moving our love along faith to bear fruits with divine delight
Moreover, bringing color to our lives His cheers so bright
Most of all, answering our prayers while we do what’s right.
God makes us to prosper, mightily reigning over us in His dominion
Moving our desire along faith to enjoy His fellowship midst sweet communion
Moreover, teaching us His Word, defying humanistic opinion
Most of all, working in our return to Him from wandering for glad reunion.
God makes us to prosper, marvelously delivering us from unholiness
Moving our eyes along faith to see His perspective against sins’ blurriness
Moreover, empowering us to profit in His contentment’s joyfulness
Most of all, guarding our hearts from foolishness and deceitfulness.
God makes us to prosper, miraculously transforming us toward His perfection
Moving our character-change along faith to glow by His compassion
Moreover, raising us up to see higher ground’s vision
Most of all, slaying our pride of displeasing action for humility’s function.
God makes us to prosper, morally wrapping us with His truth-covering
Moving our spirituality along faith to obey Him through His nurturing
Moreover, detracting us from materialism and idolatry-gearing
Most of all, instilling in our choice discernment upon wisdom-rearing.
God makes us to prosper, magnificently granting us Your grace
Moving our thanksgiving along faith to express always our worshipful praise
Moreover, providing us Your supplies of well-favoured ways
Most of all, pardoning our iniquities we confess without doubt’s trace.
God makes us to prosper, manageably in our pursuit for soulwinning
Moving our commitment along faith to share the Gospel midst trust-gaining
Moreover, upholding us in our great-commission and ministry training
Most of all, protecting our steps while our health You are sustaining. Amen!
January 13, 2025
10th place, "2025 POSTED POEM" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/15/2025
Recently, I thought upon the story of Jesus and his disciples having their Last Supper together. I considered the fact that there were few food items with which to part take. Or were there? For example, just to name a few, there was the bread, the water, and the wine; there seems to be no record of any other foods present. Or were there? There were other types of non physical food items present; the kind that does not enter via the mouth. For example, love, tenderness, and compassion were very present. Should I even mention that there was The Presence of The Almighty God wrapped in human flesh and speaking of how much he appreciated having a meal with his disciples?
Moreover, there was also selfishness with a topping of desires to be the greatest. There was a 'power struggle' between his disciples at the divine table of God. There was the 'love of money' saturated with greed; and so obvious to everyone, there was an overflowing of over confidence and down right cockiness.
'Servant hood', although not a very desirable and tasty item, was also a highly present entree. It moves me to tears to think upon the vast menu and entree at God's table. However, I am forced to choose only one entree for this Divine purpose. My taste buds gravitate toward 'the entree of service'. I must confess that this taste bud is not a 'natural one', but one obtained by observing the "Master Server" who said, "I am among you as one who serves". Lk. 22:7
We are programed by nature with a desire to be served. A baby is born with an attitude that does not ask, "May I help you please?" On the contrary, it seems to come with a list of demands like, "I want food, and I want it now!" Nothing is wrong with the baby. It's just the way we are born into this world.
Let me suggest that when we gather as family and friends for dinner this Easter, let there be something on the table more than ham and roast and a host of other delicious foods. let's open our spiritual eyes a little bit wider. I think that we will notice the Christ, not only serving up the 'Bread of Life" and saying, "Let Me Serve You", but He would be inviting us to join him in 'serving one another'.
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I was rather informed on definitions but on time frames, not so much. I was anticipating an experience never realized for more than 150 years. The sun, moon, and earth were orchestrating one giant and rare exposition. When I heard that a Supermoon was coming on January 31st, I said, "This I got to see".
I, a mortal with a far lesser task, did something very wrong yesterday. It was absolutely unnecessary and wrong for me to get up before 2:30 AMPT. It was simply too early for me to be gazing at the moon on a chilly winter's morn. Moreover, such unnecessary and inexcusable time was just wrong no matter what. I also did something very right yesterday, and it wasn't yielding the 'right of way' to a wrong way driver. It was courageously right for me to get up early this morning, and accomplish my goal because I refused to be denied seeing a Supermoon.
At 2:28 AM, the moon could be seen from just outside of my front door, looking straight up into the western sky. It was not as large as I had anticipated but very bright. Besides, I would soon learn that I was too early and I was in for a little wait to really benefit the best show of the Supermoon. At 3:55 AM, I noticed a partial eclipse beginning to take shape. At 5:50 AM, from my back window, with excitement I beheld a Redmoon. At 6:18 AM, there was a great view of the eclipse. At 6:49 AM, the great view of the moon is breaking up. At 6:54 AM, the veiw of the moon had disappeared and my moon watch was over. 02012018 PS
Sometimes our attention will turn toward some of God's special creations that may cause our hearts to skip a beat or take one's breath away. Such was the case with me when one of God's choicest roses left me speechless and staring.
While chatting with a friend, I looked to our right and saw a mobilized rose bush* moving in our direction. It appears that I was more startled and enchanted by the beauty of the roses than by the animated movement. The roses were much lovelier than any that I had ever seen and were most beautiful, full of color, and downright stunning.
I did not speak to the rose but wanted to, nor it to me, but I heard it well in unutterable tones, and as I stared at it with wonderment, it watched me sheepishly. I was to some extent spellbound and for a while, I could not look away. There were also other flowers standing and some coming and going in a most orderly fashion, but none was as noticeable as the roses that came in our direction.
Indeed, for a few seconds, I forgot that my friend was standing there, and lest I be embarrassed, I discontinued staring at the one particular rose that had spell bounded me. I then turned toward the less eye-catching flowers, but that special rose continued moving toward my friend and stood next to him as I walked away. By then it was clear to me that they knew each other, but it was also clear to me that the rose was not available to me for acquisition, nor was I in a position to acquire that priceless rose.
It's been many a year since first seeing that mesmerizing rose of impeccable purity and refinement, so arresting and captivating of me as no rose, violet, lily, or lilac ever had before. Never had I encountered a flower so adorable and embracing.
I tell you, roses are my favorite flower, and many of them have graced my home for more than 22 years. I must confess that there have been times I have denied them proper care and adequate water supply due to drought conditions, but I love my long-standing roses dearly. Moreover, for a long season and more, I cannot forget that overwhelming rose that fixated and left me speechless more than 10 years ago.
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