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An evening stroll, on Midsummer Night's Eve ,
under the silver light of the horizon moon.
Life that burst among a small acreage,
of old-growth forests, flourished.
A delightful flurry of fireflies, drifting,
twinkle among the foliage, an amazing sight.
Echoing sounds moan through bough
and leaves disturbed the night grew cold and grim.
A sudden quiet came, not a whisper,
of leaf or waving bough, not a breath of wind.
The forest was swathed in gloomy shadow.
As I come upon an old museum adorned
with monolith standing stones.
Dim shadows obscured the eerie dark opening,
which formed a prelude to rivalries between evil and light.
Curiosity reeled me in, as my freighted body trembles.
What horrors wait inside? Annoying pride!
Please! Don't patronize me.", I told myself.
And awful, clenching nauseous feeling came over me,
with every step into the dark gruesome cavernous hall.
I didn't' want to walk any farther.
The moonlight sunk in casting shadows onto the walls.
Hideous, vicious grins sneered from carvings against the walls.
A sanctuary once filled with strange world treasures, gold and jade idols,
scepters, swords and masks embellished in jewels.
Finding, on a marble pedestal sat a crystal oval jar ,
with a picturesque opaque lid with a two inch statue of the goddess Athena,
in a long flowing gown, she held a spear on her right,
and a golden shield on the left .
An alcove on the far end of the wall sat a fiery red hair maiden,
wearing a flowing emerald green gown plucking the strings on a harp.
The musical sounds capturing the attention of whimsical creatures,
as a shimmering white Unicorn sat by her side.
Aromatic fragrance drifted within the room
with scent of blossoms and the cool sea filled the air.
I found it beautiful, warm, and embracing.
Not vindictive, but a smitten angel from heaven subduing nature.
An exciting victorious and fortunate feeling
flowed through my body, as I stared at her angelic sight.
7/17/2016
Athena is the goddess of wisdom, courage, inspiration, civilization, law and justice, mathematics, strength, war strategy, the arts, crafts, and skill in ancient Greek religion and mythology.
I see them but I don’t hear them,
I feel them but I don’t penetrate them.
They say that I am the main character in the show
And I make their heart glow, my spirit is soaring
but my body needs feeding, and my nutrition is getting low
Every day they make money off me but they never patronize me
My appetite is boiling over in the fireside but I am still enjoying the ride with a painful bliss hanging by my side
The restaurants are closed and the woodpeckers are digging
at my door they are spreading dust in the air and knocking on the pudding pans with a message folded up in their long pointed beaks
They pass by me to and fro with mean looks on their faces
Hurling stones at me with destiny trapped underneath their broken trees
Dried cracked lips and torn up fingernails, and center bones sticking
from my flesh, their handmade gown hanging from the
empty throne reminds me that the clown has moved out of the town. reality is sinking in and my body frame is very thin anorexia nervosa is setting in. I did not plan it but my body has slowly transitioned to it no hostess and no resources. My arms are still strong and my courage is bolder then than ten men gallivanting in the lower den with a strong fleet rising up to the heavens. I see them but I don’t hear them, I feel them but I don’t penetrate them. The morning has just come alive and the people are browsing around without a solid frown, they are still amazed with the sun as it drains the energy from their head and penetrate the living dead. Things are slowly coming around and the message is circulating around, mesmerizing the entire town and the normal is squeezing out the abnormal. Obese men and women walking in the street with protruded stomach and healthy guts look around without much fuss. They have gain excessive weight in the middle of stressful gate. Their mind is in several different places and they are trying to stay in the races.
The wind is standing still and there is nothing in the flour mill but suddenly the dark clouds start shifting from side to side and the skies greeted me with an awesome smile. I see them but I don’t hear them. I feel them but I don’t penetrate them.
July 24 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 15-18
Key Verse – Jeremiah 15:20 And I will make thee unto this people a fenced brasen wall: and they shall fight against thee, but they shall not prevail against thee: for I am with thee to save thee and to deliver thee, saith the LORD.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SAVIOUR AND DELIVERER
Lord God, You are my Saviour and Deliverer from sins’ captivity
Thank You for Your grace of great bounty
So that I won’t languish in sin midst condemning iniquity
But to escape against curses of hell throughout eternity.
Lord God, You are my Saviour and Deliverer from worldliness’ affliction
Thank You for Your loving redemption
So that I won’t suffer in carnality’s persecution
But to rejoice in Your gift of eternal life by Your compassion.
Lord God, You are my Saviour and Deliverer from grief and mourning
Thank You for Your comfort against evil cunning
So that I won’t indulge in skepticism-gaining
But to seek refuge in Your fortress of strengthening.
Lord God, You are my Saviour and Deliverer from hard-heartedness
Thank You for Your rebuke against haughtiness
So that I won’t continue serving with gloom-filled heaviness
But to trust You earnestly toward steward’s faithfulness.
Lord God, You are my Saviour and Deliverer from selfishness-sanctuary
Thank You for Your example of sacrifice, leaving Your resplendent glory
So that I won’t wallow in despair of self-pity’s misery
But to obey You and receive instructions for jubilant victory.
Lord God, You are my Saviour and Deliverer from evil defilement
Thank You for Your readiness to enclose me with Your fulfillment
So that I won’t entertain carnal thoughts toward my detriment
But to abide in Your will for triumphant ministry-involvement.
Lord God, You are my Saviour and Deliverer from enemies’ devices
Thank You for Your truth against false doctrines’ voices
So that I won’t patronize worldly ordinances
But to cleave to You, thanking You with my praises.
July 24, 2023
Give me a break.
Stand there smiling, like it’s easy
As I bash my head against the wall
And the world is caving in on me
Through the blood in my eyes it’s hard to see
How much farther can I fall?
God, let me breathe
I can’t bear this cage you’ve built for me
My stubborn heart is bleeding and blind
and you just keep talking without sound
your simple empty words crash down
and echo in my mind.
I promise you my pretty love…
I was only joking.
I didn’t mean your killing me
But I can feel the sky fall
down on my head.
And pretty baby, please forgive me
I just get vicious when I’m strangling
I don’t want to fight tonight
Let’s drop the pretense and play
With real knives instead.
Where do we go after we stop here
Do not pass go, do not collect your sanity.
Criticize and patronize
But God, don’t change your mind.
I promise you, my pretty love
I was only joking.
I didn’t mean your killing me
But I can feel the sky fall
down on my head.
And pretty baby, please forgive me
I just get vicious when I’m strangling
I don’t want to fight tonight
Let’s drop the pretense and play
With real knives instead.
But God, don’t change your mind.
I promise you my pretty love…
I was only joking.
I didn’t mean your killing me
But I can feel the sky falling
on my head.
And pretty baby, please forgive me
I just get vicious when I’m strangling
I don’t want to fight tonight
Let’s drop the pretense and play
With real knives instead.
First I’m right and then I’m wrong
A thousand times I’ve heard this song.
You say it’s fine
But I can see the nothing in your eyes.
I promise you my pretty love…
I was only joking.
I didn’t mean your killing me
But I can feel the sky falling
on my head.
And pretty baby, please forgive me
I just get vicious when I’m strangling
I don’t want to fight tonight
Let’s drop the pretense and play
With real knives instead.
First I’m wrong and then I’m right
I’d rather die than fight tonight.
And yeah, I know
It’s nothing, nothing, nothing
Once again.
Native Speaks Truths
She's not your princess or your squaw;
She is respected clan mother of the Chippewa.
He's not your chief, buck, or redskin:
He is a proud warrior of the Algonquin.
We're not your fashion trend or mascot;
We are the original peoples, have you forgot?
Racism comes to us in many ways;
Often disguised with passive aggressive praise.
You demand that we forgive and forget;
And with your good book you preach and beset.
You say to stop living in the past;
But continue to treat us as social outcasts.
You claim that you've learned from what your ancestors did;
Yet you repeat it world wide and the truths forbid.
You judge my frustration and anger with ease;
But continue selfish ways and to do as you please.
You celebrate men who massacred my tribe;
Your holidays confirm your need to inscribe.
You cry that you are the current day victim;
That reversed racism is your affliction.
You moan that we don't understand what it's like;
But your greed has caused the mistrust and dislike.
All the while you refuse to admit;
That what you ignore is what you permit.
Are you so different than those that turned away;
While my people were the cavalry's prey?
How much have you really changed;
When history repeats and so much is still the same?
Perhaps you only wish to silence my voice;
Because guilt today can be a weapon of choice.
Does white privilege still exist today;
Do you still want us to assimilate and obey?
If I am bitter it is with good cause;
It is because you continue with hypocrisy and faux pas.
Should one day you learn that all lives truly matter;
I will consider forgiving the lives you have shattered.
When you can learn to love the brown, black, yellow, and red;
I will then forget the broken promises and the massacres you've led.
Until that day do not patronize me with lies;
I will only believe what I see with my own eyes.
When colonization is no longer forced upon;
We can then let bygones be bygones.
By: Darlene Doll Smith
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The moon was nowhere to be found that night. The grim and
opaque sky clouded the aura that was meant to be revealed.
Before the grand opening of the museum, there was a prelude
seminar given by myself. The theme was “Darkness vs. Light”.
There was an amazing turn out and I took pride to be able to patronize.
I had prepared for weeks. In my prelude, I spoke of my vast experience
with obscurity combined with delightful illumination. Darkness
reveals inner demons protected by frightened murkiness we shield
away from our internal brightness. Darkness creates shadows.
Shadows are created from a glimmer of light. Hues of grey get
caught in between and the annoying thing is that we get lost in the
middle. When we sense the vicious blackness in our essence, it is
then we are finding the whiteness peek through. It seems the
darkest part of our souls can be vindictive, but the radiance that
follows can sparkle through anything awful. Without gruesome
concealment we would not be fortunate enough to find our beloved
effulgence. The darkness is the shape of a triangle. If left alone there
is a constant bouncing of dread off of each angle. The light is the
shape of an oval. It is a continuous satisfied sparkle of visibility.
Each of us must find our oval inside of us. The triangle can create a
darkness that may never be eliminated. My seminar was victorious
after all. After that, they cut the huge red ribbon that was connected
to each monolith and everyone was able to enter and enjoy what the
museum had to offer.
Words Used: awful, amazing, annoying, grim, gruesome, delightful
frightened, fortunate, finding, monolith, moon, museum, oval, opaque, opening, patronize, pride, prelude, vicious, vindictive, victorious
Date Written: July 21, 2016
February 1 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 1-4
Key Verse – Leviticus 1:17 … It is a burnt sacrifice, an offering made by fire, of a sweet savour unto the LORD.
FAITH IN GOD WHO DESERVES OUR OFFERING
God deserves our offering according to His Word we must obey
Now, we seek His pardon for not doing the right way
As well as His grace to perform His command without delay---
By faith, in His plan we always stay.
God deserves our offering we must present to His altar
Now, we sacrifice with our heart near, never to be far
As well as His mercy to humble down against feeling like a star---
By faith, to His might we cling midst holiness-war.
God deserves our offering with His counsel we must follow
Now, we walk along His steps as we spiritually grow
As well as His love that smites bitterness’ woe---
By faith, upon His revival we shine and glow.
God deserves our offering by His admonition we must hear
Now, we ask forgiveness for our sins with our sincere tear
As well as His compassion to give us listening ear---
By faith, to His control we yield and His meekness we wear.
God deserves our offering through His commands we must fulfill
Now, we ascend toward His standard hill
As well as to His calling for service in His perfect will---
By faith, in His restoration we remain joyfully still.
God deserves our offering along His wisdom we must keep
Now, we submit to His leadership for our divine leap
As well as to His guidance so as not to fall into misery so deep---
By faith, in His compassion we cleave while from despair we weep.
God deserves our offering while His authority we must recognize
Now, we abide in designated places He does authorize
As well as in His great commission Scriptures advertize---
By faith, His favour we pray for as His work we gratefully patronize.
February 1, 2025
It was a long time ago, in another age
Where the shifting of the wind
Knew where I began
A place so far away,
Somewhere distant, in childhood country
Before the fog had set in,
Before time lost all trace of me
Where have they gone?
Those merry dancers with whom I played?
When we were queens of the carnival, kings of the parade?
Before being dethroned to mid-life corners
Hearing the music, without playing the drums
They tell me to take this age with grace
Yet everywhere I turn, is young
I'm still the same, I have not changed
I lived a time where love was wild and thoughts were too
With high regard, when eyes were glued
Now inside I'm torn in two...the old and the new
Trapped between this nowhere place
Myself and someone else
Until each barrier becomes a bridge...
Have I been shaped too square by passing years, to fit in circle's place?
My memory recalls those beautiful tomorrows
Now long buried in yesterday's ground
There are other ways to measure time
Besides growing older and graying hair
Recorded music fills the room
Left playing from an earlier time
When October skies showed fading traces
Of empty days and sad old faces
The "others" of whom I had no fear
Now those shadowed remnants from my past
Are stalking at my heels
Will somebody care to ask? Will anyone need my mind?
Is there something they want to tell me?
Will they patronize, or just be kind?
Care enough, make me useful, give me value, call me beautiful?....
Not yet the age I'll someday be
Still, I feel the sting of losing me
How I ache for all those love songs
How I ache for someone needing, someone pleading...
For advice....for my worth, for an answer, will they want me?
How it haunts me.....Will they see me?
Touching me....reminding me of who I am................not just who I was...
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Keepers of the "Man Cave"
A revelation dawned today
I've seen the refuge built
Where the boy in a man be saved
Sandbox space with trucks arrayed
Standing guard your sacred forts
Battles wars and raids dissuade
Your hearts from changing their course
Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Protectors of cyber space
Guarding testosterone sanctuaries
This teenage "sacred place"
Slaying your dragons on congenial battleground
Plastic guns hunt the miles cross hemispheres
Where the sound of "what the hell" resound
Joyfully filling the hours of your years
Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Fantasy football and Game Day paraphernalia
Seduction and booze hanging on your walls
Left women thinking it was life dysplasia
When in truth it's not that at all
The weight you carry O'the strain of man
Under constant burdens fearful you'll f
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When In the joy of being boys you could stand
Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Filled with reminders to be young
Hotties looking desirously toward you
Your reprieve from things still undone
Some of us know and even understand
Your right to the "Man Cave" anomaly
And the necessity for which it stands
The place to bear up under all life demands
Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Your work it never ends
And on YOU your family relies
Your eyes and shoulders shrouded in strength
But it's a long row to hoe for you guys
So when the weary comes to patronize
Let the boy in you have his day
It's a right of passage signified
A man can stand if he's given to play
Keepers of the "Man Cave"
Keep guard against perilous fight
For that boy in you keeps our man tender
And in your arms all our world is right
Aha...At Last,..Bitta Bing Bitta Bang
The Figurative Nail Hit On The Hair Strand Size Head!
Though no physician,
this aging baby boomer
absolutely, intuitively, and
unequivocally sensed hair loss (mine),
at first a speculative rumor
not simply in my (ahem) head,
no matter a minimalist groomer
nevertheless, thinning follicles,
upon dawning realization, sans medical
sought relief thru good humor,
though within this balding cerebral noggin
became repulsive as if my scalp
pulled pate rendered as a tumor.
Thus an unexpectedly present surprise
when in private consultation in the guise
as out patient client (early afternoon
December 19th, 2018),
where I did fraternize
and kibitz with the medical assistant
(old enough to be my...sister),
aye did exercise
mild mannered mien mean, aye do patronize
before doctor Rudolf (dearly
reigned) Roth, a practicing
Dermatologist told me no lies
his instant karma knowledge - mainly his
thirty seven years expertise
sought to excise
a prominent non cancerous mole approximately
centered middle of back
a small patch of skin,
he needed to anesthetize
nonetheless, a reassuring persona,
yours truly did lionize
(not merely, cuz
he received a five star rating,
specialist under auspices
of Penn, Medicine)
in Radnor Pennsylvania),
his modest calm did neutralize
any uneasiness, as did his pronounced
humility earn kudos to idolize
such rarely present gentility, and
unwitting capacity did harmonize,
and maximize significance to me,
asper my thinning limp
hair logically rationalize
identified underactive thyroid gland
(hypothyroidism) tubby,
which didst legitimize
no hair brained rooted concern,
hence...less reason to catastrophize',
which for no reason I
wanted to mildly emphasize,
hence choice to apostrophize...