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When doing laundry in a room
That’s shared by many others,
You can’t pretend no rules apply,
Like if you had your druthers.
You have to note the starting time
And when the cycle ends,
‘Cause someone else upon
Your punctuality depends.
It’s understood by all that if
Your washer or your dryer
Comes to a halt and you’re not there,
Then here’s what will transpire:
A person waiting takes a cart
And fills it with your washing,
Just shoving it this way and that
By flattening or squashing.
The slacker gets what he deserves
And has no cause for kvetching,
For he should know what time his clothes
Are done and up for fetching.
We all goof up from time to time
But here is my advice –
If you ignore communal rules,
Expect to pay the price.
One dark morning at 2am I stood there alone.
My life in pieces, many things had gone wrong.
The pain was so deep, no light I could see.
I could not believe, what was happening to me.
No other person I thought has felt this pain.
Mine was the worst, and that was my claim.
It won’t get any better, the voices would say.
To seek the solution involves only one way.
The more I reflected, the darker it seemed.
What makes some so kind , and others so mean.
I wrote my excuse, left it on my bed.
I’m no good to anyone, just better off dead.
I went to the window, climbed out, then looked down.
The pain will be over quick, once I hit that ground.
I’m tired of being picked on, called all kinds of names.
I ’ve tried to be nice to all, yet not treated the same.
I thought life would be easy, with love all around.
I did not expect all of these ups and downs.
I Slid close to the edge, to prepared for the fall.
Out of the dark room, my name someone called.
“DON ’T DO IT ” I love you, and your children do too.
When you take your life, what will they do?
I can fix all things, say yes to me and see.
Climb in, sit down, and just talk now with me.
I did not see anyone , yet I knew someone was there.
The voice was so gentle, I felt they truly cared.
The room was electrified, my tears began to flow.
My heart once full of painful, now seemed to just glow.
The voice that I heard earlier, I could no longer hear.
I felt Him in my heart. He was so very near.
The dark thoughts that I had, they've all disappeared.
He said bring to Him in prayer, anything that I feared.
I knew that was Jesus, even though I could not see.
The voice that was so peaceful, that had spoken to me.
To this day, I reflect on that morning in the room.
The night full of sadness, with darkness and gloom.
If someone that reads this, that happened to me.
Just call out to God! He ’ll answer, You ’ll see!
Don't listen to people who claims he's not there.
I'm telling you he is. He loves each one of us and cares.
He created the world and all people too.
But He's never too busy to spend time with you.
Imagine! Is this fantasy or reality?
I brought a gang and stole everything from your house.
I mean all you ever worked for or owned.
After that, my gang goes on TV and lies about your good name.
Real.. vicious lies. No basis is reality.
Following that, I round up TV channels and plan to get you
permanently removed from your house.!
To be dragged out by if necessary is my goal.
To put to shame, the person whom I stole from.
Oh, but not only that. I want to be sure Americans will never
allow you to live in another house.
Hopefully, I plan to jail you permanently. Yes!Me!
The one who stole from you and destroyed you.
And I muck about in my saintly mask, destroying you
every minute of the day!
Aren't I Special? Hey, hey!
~~~~BIGGEST HEIST OF THE CENTURY~~~~
I deserve all I stole.
@Aware-niks here know what I mean.
@ The rest? No comment
1/12/2021
6pm PST
There's a beach ball stuck in the rafters of the pool,
Its position unchanged
for the 7 years I've been coming here,
It contains air from the lungs of an unknown person,
an essence that rests here, though he left,
and most likely, never considered
that ball containing his breath again...
I wonder about all the places I've left pieces of me,
A lost soul searching for souvenirs,
A mere shadow drifting by,
here today, gone tomorrow,
Caught sight of, but unknown,
Known, but not seen,
There, but somehow pushed to the back of their mind,
Recalled gently, after many years,
Where my presence never left a place,
though I never returned...
Sometimes I encounter it with a long lost friend
who has a memory or an item I made,
a saying or a dance I embodied
that they kept somehow...
These are the people I'd like to ask -
Who was I in that moment of my life
when we brushed past each other?
What was I like back then?
I hope those fragments
are more than the air I breathed
on an unremembered day,
I hope those scraps of me
are the reason people stop for a moment
(like I do on occasion)
with a relic in their hands
to conjure back memories
Small links of the unforgotten,
That compose my being as someone,
who not merely existed, but is remembered...
...fondly with a smile.
Settling into love
for a person
for a sacred place
fertile
organic
rich growing space
Easy when felt
obviously
warmly
positively
copassionately
robustly returned
Difficult when mean
selfish
cruel
cold indifference
perpetuates competing
to not further communicate
Bilateral lose/lose
zero-sum competitive rules
Less golden than intending win/win
Unlikely to age gracefully
cooperatively
happily
healthily
safely
steadfastly saving
positive protagonist
panentheistically felt sacred faced
fast-paced race
through insufficient reconnecting time
Settling into fear
against another angry person
against an anxious all-consuming place
threatening stuck
neglected deadening space
Easier to be hard
to speak cruel
cold indifference
Forgetting impractical win/win curiosity
possibly both unorthodox and unsafe
cooperative economic co-investments
and politically transparent
vulnerable golden rules
predicting virtuous grow
of win/win co-passionate choice-making
for lose/lose Trauma
unconditional healthy-warm
and positively safe
from win/lose predative
degenerating toward lose/lose harm
for lack of win/win resilient
unconditional warm charm
Settling into love
for each interdependent person
for each polypathic sacred place
fertile recreation
organic speciation
rich growing
our neurosystemic healthy space.
I'm in love you so deeply that words could never quite entirely express
You can sense it from the pit of my soul
On through this heart of mine which beats inside my chest
And so I allow you to keep my heart and control
Even if I'm still standing here without you and left feeling hard-pressed
Emotionally I just can't turn and push this down and let you go
But in everything with you, I have no regrets
And in all I feel for you I have shown
I've done my best
Put my heart out there
But for now seemed to have failed the test
My soul was absolutely bared
Your memory is kept so close to the vest
In your life, so much want to in it share
I want to wake by your side in the mornings light
Looking in your eyes, without words knowing how much we care
And be the one in your loving arms cuddling deep in the night
I want to be there when you arrive home from work all worn out
Be the person who makes it all right
I need all this and more, I know this without a doubt
So when, with her, you're done with this plight
And remember what exactly true love is about
I'll still be here, right here, waiting still for you
Showing you how much love can and does run deep
I'm not great at saying the right words, nor am I good at the things I should do
And even though you hate it, sometimes from my eyes, my tears do still need to seep
But in everything I'm still and always will be in love with you
What we had and still have together was never strained, out of our way, and far from being
strange
If one would see us together, to them seeing it would be plain
No matter how our surroundings all around may change
My being in love with you will, in fact, remain the same
I’m minding my business
While out for a walk
When a man looks my way
Like he’s wanting to talk.
I notice some cards
He has clutched in his hand,
But I don’t know exactly
The speech he has planned.
As I pass, he calls out;
I catch only one word,
Which is “Jesus,” but though
That is all that I heard
I am certain he’d hoped,
With that one little blurt,
That I might be a person
Who’d like to convert.
I replied, with restraint,
(Not a semblance of cursin’)
“Oh man, you are reaching out
To the wrong person!”
Religious beliefs
(Or the lack of, as well)
Should be private, without
Any need to compel
Someone else to accept
Other faiths than their own;
So proselytizers –
Please leave me alone!
I am not sure what my last hour will look like
Although I have a fairly good idea,
As I’ve sat at many people’s side as they lived their last hour.
As the spirit starts to leave the body, the spark dulls in your eyes,
You seem to be somewhere between worlds, Talking to others that seem to be waiting but
they can’t be seen by anyone in this world. While many may think you are confused, in fact,
you are preparing to pass to the other side. These people that you are talking to
are usually family that have previously passed on. They wait to guide you into the light and
across into heaven. All people tend to experience the same near-death activity, picking a
covers and moving hands and often talking to the awaiting people. This is all very calming to
the dying person and I only hope that when my last hour is here, I hope my family is there
waiting to guide me into the light.
Written July 21, 2011
In a average lifetime, humans usually eat
About sixty thousand pounds of food
That's equal to the weight of six elephants
But the elephants have to be nude
Half of all Americans over fifty
No longer possess their own choppers
Be careful if you get into a fight with one
They'll gum you to death right proper
World's shortest man was only 21 inches
Had to have his tuxedo specially made
Wives want more sex reading love stories
Husbands have it made in the shade
There's lots of howling in India at night
Law says you can marry your dog
Once the U.S. issued a 5 cent bill
Vending machines got all clogged
Babies are often dropped on their head
More serious than colic by far
Males sweat more than ladies when caught
With their hands in the cookie jar
It has been estimated that at any one time
0.7 % of the world is drunk
Actually thought it'd be a whole lot higher
My in-law is always drunk as a skunk
The average person walks the equivalent
Of twice round the world afore they're done
No wonder I don't feel like I get enough sleep
But I'm probably not the only one!
St. Paul urges us to practice the most basic
And powerful Christian teachings
To treat each person as part of the Body of Father Christ
St. Paul had been in jailed more than once
No wonder he urged others to be “mindful of prisoners”
As if they themselves were one of them
There are many good people in prison
Who have hurt others by their poor choices
Hard headed decisions
It is easy to judge them as “worthless” or “rotten”
But we do not know what their early lives lacked in comparison to ours
What happened in their mind
And heart to lead them astray
This perspective does not condone crimes
Deny the need for justice
However
No matter what wrongdoing someone did
Each continues to be a human being Filled with the same divine presence that inhabits us
Prisoners deserve to be treated with the basic respect
We desire for ourselves
St. Paul words echo this Gospel teaching