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Ages there are in which the ration'l man
And th'intuitive stand side by side, the one
In fear of intuition, or scorn for abstraction;
Irrational one, the other inartistic.
They both desire to rule over their life,
Unreal or real, counting life to be.
Prudence, foresight and regularity,
The means with which one meets needs principal.
One o'erjoyed hero disregards these needs,
Counts life as beauty and an illusion.
As in the 'case in ancient Greece, th'intuitive,
Handles his weapons authoritatively,
Victoriously than his opponent, and
Establishes art's mastery over life.
All utensils we use in daily life,
Were made from art, not from our pressing needs.
Houses, our clothes, our clay jugs, all them were
Intended to express exalted joy.
Guided by abstractions and concepts, we
Succeeds in warding off our misfortunes,
Without ever gaining any happiness;
So that's the case the ration'l man's life is.
Th'intuitive man, aim freedom from his pain,
Standing a-firm amidst his culture's frame,
Reaps cheer, illumination and redemption.
Defense against misfortunes, he obtains.
I was once advised to read Nietzsche's 'On Truth And Lies In A Non-moral Sense.'I do not read Nietzsche; I sing it. I sing 'On Truth And Lies In A Non-moral Sense' this way. I am sad to observe that Nietzsche did not write it this way but in his eloquent flowing prose. Unfortunately, when I look at such prose and skim content, lines appear this way to me.
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we live in a star struck society being a celebrity is now the game
we seem to cheer louder for professional athletes and people with well known names
we also have a desire to be just like them if we could choose
and many feel that being a celebrity is the key to the fountain of youth
but what people fail to see or even comprehend
is that celebrities are nothing more than mere women and men
and that there is no special powers that a famous person obtains
just because everybody knows your face and your name
and when it come to Jesus He doesn't care about your status nor place
He will welcome you in the spirit of love, mercy and grace
He will sit at the table with you and share a simple meal
some bread and wine in the spirit of communion and an acceptance so real
God does not care if you're a celebrity or a superstar
if that were the case the Bible would not mention the women with the alabaster jar
she was not a woman of status, wealth nor celebrity
but she gave what she could to acknowledge Jesus' godly authority
yet those men in the room rebuked her for her generous act
until Jesus stood up for her in the midst of their verbal attack
He told them "leave her alone, as for Me she has done a good thing"
she gave Me her best, she anointed Me with fine oil as her true King
what people can't understand nor comprehend
is that by doing things in Jesus' name blessings God will send
she broke open that alabaster jar she opened her soul to Christ
she gave what she could she gave the best that she had in life
give what you can that is all that Lord God desires
for you to give from the heart and with true faith to be inspired
to understand that being famous is not such a big to-do
but to be recognized by God and know that He loves you
Greek folklore-a mighty Phoenix-a long living bird, arise from the ashes. How many times have I arisen, as a child-as an adult. Pain-disappointment-is part of life, I ask why. Arising from the ashes, the mighty Phoenix obtains new life. I too must arise, arise from the ashes to a new life. Some legends say the mighty Phoenix dies, in a show of flames. Some say, it dies before being reborn. I have walked through the fire, life has been a fiery one. Like the mighty Phoenix, I have come through it all-arise.
Date Written:3/20/2021
Trapped
An imprisoned animal walks the bars back and forth at the zoo.
I have seen my guy do the same thing in the garage.
You might think, perhaps I should be concerned?
Why would I consider them similar at all?
I will explain, a feeling…
When we are in a place or time that has limits,
we long to break them, to prove our worth,
if not to others, simply to ourselves.
A man is measured today… by his collections,
the “stuff” that he obtains, that actually possess him.
All things that will be worthless, once eyes are closed…
And… I tell you now, it will happen.
Being happy, has much as can be, given any circumstance,
is a way to live. Any action(s) less than complete…
“glorification” of the day falls so short.
Not worth measuring at all.
The cage…
it is precise from wall to wall.
Every step, until the fall.
A common thread in humanities fabric,
Sees knowledge as power that one obtains.
Even our science hints to this information,
As what is transferred along quantum cosmic lanes.
This data is constantly flowing, in a
Sea so vast that no shoreline is seen.
Although a rhythm is found among cycles,
And our thirst tries to collect in a canteen.
Just as most resources possess value,
The lessons learned aren't universal or absolute.
Since the harvesting stretches beyond boundaries,
And the farm worker's only choose the best fruit.
What this insures is an abundant yield,
That will last throughout time and space.
With the hope it will find needed wisdom,
Where mankind survives...content in its place.
Hunger
As my youth approaches me so very quickly
I discover the desires of my flesh
It cries out for more and more!
The hunger for touch has darkened my being
The need for attention obtains me once more
My close ones impart only what they can
But I am never fullfilled
Just to grasp the love I seek
I turn to anyone, who will give me what I yearn for
Never caring of the consequences for my need of fullfillment
Never caring of who I hurt to get what I require
The hunger envelopes me and overtakes my judgement
So I seek the one who can cover my soul completely
The being that can stop my search for another
The one who can kill my flesh and sweep away the cries
Until the hunger is no more
By: Tammy R. Flanagan
Something trembled the world,
It seems like endless,
horrendous,
But also tremendous:
The Amazon rainforest has burnt into ashes.
Before,
The rainforest was so fascinating,
We all appreciated,
But the tragedy still happened:
The Amazon rainforest has burnt into ashes.
Before,
We foresighted,
We foretold,
But we didn’t have this misfortune in our prediction,
Because greedy humans changed our precognition.
Before,
Animals enjoying their lives in the forest,
Hiding in the darkness,
we are striping the forest and
Not leaving any sharpness to them.
Despite that,
The rainforest didn’t burn into a wreck,
Those greedy humans are
Insurmountable to the lure of
Green leaves.
They got a lot of green foliages,
But these green foliages are not immaculate,
These greedy humans are not imitating those real heroes.
These leaves are intimidating us and,
Delicating our Earth.
Now,
The obsolete rainforest,
Only obtains fragments of it,
Which is dangling our hearts,
Feels like danger is surrounding us.
‘The things that we did before are scraps, isn’t it?’
We don’t know.
The only thing we know is,
While the greeds are splurging and scrambling their wealth,
Our mother Earth is splintering and screaming.
What is the future’s contention about Earth:
‘What happened to the Amazon rainforest?’
‘It has burnt into ashes...’
‘But, Why?’
‘Because every greedy human’s heart has burnt into ashes...’
Wind blowing,
Ashes away,
Turned into a grey river flowing,
Having this beautiful rainforest years ago,
Seeing the rainforest undergo.
You know what - we can’t regret,
Because we created all of these misfortunes with them,
We’ve trusted them,
They promised us.
But they broke it, broke the world into pieces.
Some cars and a truck are moving on a mountain road.
The truck driver at the rear is toting a large load.
Suddenly, there’s a speeding car coming from somewhere.
It misses a turn, and goes flying into the air.
It falls and crashes at the bottom of the mountain.
The driver of the car is found to be an old man.
The vehicles stop, then each driver descends to aid
the injured man who lies outside his car very staid.
When they reach him, the dying man has a confession
about a large sum of money in his possession.
Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars in money
was stolen some years before in a bank robbery.
Buried near a big “W” where only he knows,
he tells them all where to find it just before he goes.
It can be found in a park in Santa Rosita.
It’s a town located in Southern California.
The location of the money is an unsolved case.
Soon, the police arrive to ask questions at the place.
All of them deny knowing what the old man had said.
They keep it a secret now that the old man is dead.
Although they agree to divide the buried money,
they all could not decide how to share it evenly.
Nothing was decided that would be equitable,
so the greedy persons dash out on a mad scramble.
Each one gets back in their vehicles to move that day
and be the first one to the treasure that’s far away.
The police now track the people wherever they go.
The law suspects they know the location of the dough.
Detective Captain Culpepper working on this case
obtains information about each one in their place.
Some strange predicaments are a result of this chase.
There are many funny situations they will face.
Based on the 1963 film "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, World"
Whoever finds a wife finds a good thing,
And obtains favour from the Lord above.
You are that good thing, my answered prayer,
The embodiment of grace, of peace, of love.
Happy wife, happy life — they say it lightly,
But I have lived it as a sacred truth,
For your smile is the sunlight of myself dwelling,
Your joy is the keeper of my youth.
I promise to treat you better,
Not merely in words, but in the way I live,
To love you not when it is convenient,
But with all the love a man can give.
To be with you forever,
Not for a season, not for fleeting years,
But through the autumns of our lives,
Until eternity itself disappears.
I will never mistreat you, never forsake you,
My vow is carved upon my heart,
I will always be by your side,
Till death itself shall try to do us part.
When life gives you lemons, I will make your lemonade,
I will turn your bitterness to sweet,
When the world grows heavy and unkind,
I will be the calm beneath your feet.
I will be there to give you a shoulder to lean on,
When strength abandons you and hope feels thin,
I will be there to wipe your tears,
When the night is long and sorrows creep within.
Because being yours is my purpose,
And loving you is my eternal goal,
You are my everything, my world beyond measure,
The prayer that completes my soul.
Your love is a treasure I have never taken for granted,
A rare jewel I could never trade,
It is depthless, endless, and divine,
The kind for which empires would fade.
So take my hand, my wife, my forever,
Let me love you as a man was born to do,
Wholly, deeply, faithfully and endlessly,
For there is no life, my love, without you.
Let the sound of Joy keep on ringing
Let my body cells rejoice in the singing
Let love flow through my open veins
Let it fill my heart with what it obtains
Let waves of Passion move free
Let it flow through me in glee
Let my words run clear and strong
To a heart where my feelings belong
Let my feelings for love stay with me
Let my boat of love sail peacefully
Let me travel on the highway of life
Where I conquer all of it's strife
Let my nights be a beautiful dream
On waters of a never ending stream
Let the view from here be so clear
Hold my family and friends so dear
Let all of my joys be so abundant
In the colours of nature so vibrant
28.7.22
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