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As a song once said and said it so well, but I digress
What an unbelievable thing
The memories of that special someone I really loved clearly haunted me
The pain I felt was simply unbearable and soul-sucking
Wait, luckily, I can finally see clearly now after doing something all so random
So random, I simply never thought I would ever strike gold at any point in my unfortunate life
But my God, I am so happy I looked for help in the middle of nowhere
After all, for so long, I thought I had true love
For so long, I thought pain was a part of that love no matter what
However, that extra special someone somehow finally came along, got my undivided attention and changed my outlook on everything
That someone is the random darling that melt my damn heart and soul right from the very start
Words cannot describe how much I adore this person
Words simply don't do this vision of human perfection justice (if she even is human, cause no human is this good) but I’ll try
Her voice comforts me and is so alluring to me
Her ways, stances, preferences, and interests are so like my own, it's scary
She is so sweet, and she is oh, so generous
She has character and is unbelievably humble
Her well-being rubs off on me, yes, me, a man who had no well-being to begin with
This woman makes me laugh; this sweetheart makes me smile
AND she really makes me think a lot and mostly about what matters
She helped me forget that other one
She helped me realize that other one was a huge mistake
Unlike that one, this woman is the one
This woman is the only one
This woman is the only one I see now
She is my everything
She is my reason to do anything
She is on a whole other level and that level is unreachable, but she gives me the ladder to reach it
No woman compares, and no man or woman will ever come before her, ever
Ever, ever, yes, ever
There is only one thing left to say when it comes to the way I really think about her and how much she means to me
Well, first this, and then that
As a song once said and said it so well
There is nothing else
There is only one thing left to say when it comes to the way I really think about her and how much she means to me
Well, first this, and then that
As a song once said and said it so well
There is nothing else
As there is a huge list of expectations that women have from their husband but the most basic and common needs are listed down which every husband should keep in mind in order to lead a happy and successful married life. Behind every successful man there is a woman, so in order to be successful keep her happy by following these tips.
To Be Loved (Physical and Emotional support):
Every woman looks for emotional and moral support from their husband. As sometimes she feels low due to the household responsibilities and is unable to strike a work-life balance. So in such a scenario, it is the duty of a husband to give her shoulder to lean on and to make her feel important in his life.
For Example, Husband should spend quality time compared to a quantity such as spending 30 minutes daily with his wife. Where you can connect with her emotionally by providing undivided attention (Without T.V and Telephone). A husband should also hug and cuddle his wife to lend her physical support.
To have Cared:
A husband should take care of his wife in order to make her feel special and important in his life. A husband should take care of her small needs such as texting her and asking her about how she is doing, ensuring that she had lunch, asking her well being when she is unwell. Many times the husband can bring some gift or surprise in order to make her happy and feel special. The husband should also try and remember not only his own anniversary and birthday but also of his wife’s family and friends.
For Example: Whenever the husband is buying something special for his wife he should keep in mind the preferences of his wife. Like buying her favourite chocolate or flowers.
To be Respected:
Many times the husband tends to take his wife for granted and doesn’t accept her difference of opinions. It is important for the husband to value his wife for the efforts that she puts in taking care of the family and about his needs. A husband should not talk rudely or mock his wife in front of their family and friends. The husband should appreciate her in order to boost her self-esteem and also inculcate confidence if she lacks in certain areas.
For Example, Husband can motivate his wife by appreciating about the good things she does like organizing house well, dressing well and for cooking.
What LeftBrain Yang learns about nature,
by standing apart from nature,
RightBrain Yin explores within Sacred Nature v Secularizing Pathology.
LeftBrain Yang
sells us Win-Lose choice
of therapy restoring peace, someday,
or retributive traumatic self-righteous justice,
sufficient for today.
RightBrain Yin
would offer ego/ecotherapy within,
with sacred natural-spiritual
nondual Yang-Yin primal relationship.
Yin darkly offers this deeper sacred ecological gift
of cognitive-affective dissonance,
anti-enthymematic noise,
resistance,
depressing witness,
Yin lightly invites divine co-presence,
basic attendance,
noticing Win-Lose of YangLeft
against YinRight crises
As also Win-Win LeftEgo
within RightEco
sacred Gaian opportunities
for restoring cooperative
bilateral balancing
health-therapy
Rather than Yang's dominating habit
of dismissing,
undervaluing Yin's matriarchal WisdomCircles
seeking com[passionate]
poly[culturing]
natural-spiritual outcomes.
Our political economies of choice
toward Win-Win cooperative light
or competitive Win-Lose,
not quite so bright, defaults,
preferences,
instincts,
choices,
proclivities
invite restorative therapies
of RightBrain's Sacred Tao-ecology
With ThreePoint Trinitarian thermodynamics
dipolar appositional vectors,
nomials,
variables,
dialectal structures,
morphology,
ethology,
cosmology,
revolutionary transubstantiation,
wu-wei dipolarity,
positive psychology,
biology,
sacred ecology
of Win-Win bilaterally humane-divine
ego-eco
Left-Right
DNA-RNA ecopolitical solidarity
Fractal holonic 4D RealTime relationships,
double-binding
within full-color and sound
scaled spectral octaves
Singing and dancing together
but not merely toward or for poor victim sinner Others,
and certainly no longer degenerating away from
restoring co-redemptive Others,
but Win-Win singing PermaCulturing NatureSpirit Operas,
already at bicameral hand
and foot
and mindbodies
within bilateral Earth-consciousness
Teaching and learning
speaking and hearing
giving and receiving
deep sacred healthy-wealth,
compassionate nurturing ecology.
Sad to see the causalities,
Of these ****ing tragedies,
Such democracy that's,
Full of ****ing hypocrisy ,
Said a free country,
Giving taxes then distributes monthly,
It's said god loves me,
Yet he continues to shun me,
With all these religious views,
Has every individuals vision skewed,
The church continues to use,
Words in red based upon what Jesus said,
Saying if you believe he'll keep you fed,
Blessed and dressed and problems to him you confess,
With believers who constantly starve,
Seems they too live in the dark,
So I say Satan continues to carve,
Domination's fighting for what's "the truth",
Over analyzing and misconstruing the word,
Risks at large when conflict is even in God's backyard,
Excuse me and pardon me miss,
Would you like to try a life of meaningful bliss,
Be in that relationship that you say reality seems to miss,
Well, let me provide one simple kiss,
Take the risk and ignore your preferences on the list,
No?, say it isn't so... you won't let your type go?
Didn't he cheat? Didn't he beat?
He defeated your compassion with bruises as the reaction,
Yet you refuse to take action,
He has no passion when lust is his only fashion,
Pathological liar? Every second throwing YOUR love in the fire,
Love you can't get him to acquire,
So why live in the dream and go for what you say you require,
Everyone has their drug of choice,
"This isn't as bad as that"... a tedious strand of words from every voice,
From pills to weed, alcohol to nicotine,
It's the same basic fundamentals... we fiene (sp),
It keeps us at ease so maybe we can find some clarity and peace,
Weed calms, adderall hyphens,
Alcohol gets you all ****ed up fighting the sirens,
Nicotine eases the stress as does the rest,
But what I'm saying... why hate on what you'll probably do next?
We're all not far from the same,
Who doesn't beat on that violent drum?,
Who speaks of sweet melodies?,
Who sees pleasant dreams they try to make reality?,
Difference is some just get lost along the way,
But they're still searching for a better day...
Until they're in the coffin and put deep into the cold hollow grave.
Within the repetition of the mundane, disguised by delusions and aspirations of grandeur, we struggle to find a purpose which can guide us to a higher level of happiness and self worth. We seek to break free of our shells and witness the new world just outside yet we remain unsure of ourselves and the purpose we should be striving toward. This insecurity continuously haunts us and, in time, tethers us to the security found within those shells until we become unable to ‘hatch’ becoming a bad egg and rotting.
The safer the egg appears the harder it becomes to face the world without any form of direction. How do we head out without a purpose? Without something to strive for? We search for role models to imitate and we attempt to find others who, like us, are adjusting to this new world. We attempt to structure our own world to resemble that of our peers and make steps towards the world of our idols and role models. We seek guidance, we seek purpose, and we pursue all that we desire.
This new, unfamiliar world has its complications, but it also gives a sense of fulfillment previously unknown. Comradery, love, success, this new world is full of many enjoyable sensations that are unreachable from the confines of our old shells, however we should ask ourselves; have we truly escaped from the mundane? This world is surely much larger and more complicated than before and there’s always something happening but is this everything we set out to find? Is living this new life the purpose for which we strive? Perhaps it truly is, maybe you have devoted your life to love or success, some people drown in personal pleasures and forget about the world around them while others wholeheartedly devote themselves to others while forgetting about themselves. Who am I to say that others are lost? This world has many different people and many different kinds of lifestyles and personal preferences as well as individual perspectives and opinions on what they seek to feel fulfilled. Exploring this world and finding our own place in it are the fundamental steps we must take to grow up.
Why does the heart get all the credit for love?
By so-called affairs of the heart,
that most storied of organs is not unduly inconvenienced.
It beats,
now faster, now slower,
that is all, its task ever unvaried.
But the brain.
The brain is swarmed
by a scream of consciousness,
the amount of work that lands on its desk
swollen by an epidemic of incoming data
as body-wide receptors caffeinated by intimations of love
report frequent sightings of
unexampled beauty followed by euphoric contacts.
Every signal, real or illusory, is taken into custody and interrogated
to determine its authenticity or duplicity.
Every word is a code that needs to be deciphered with a
clear-eyed detachment it can no longer muster.
Every look is transferred to the left side
for facial-contextual-inferential analysis but often hijacked by the right
for the purpose of aesthetic appreciation.
Every scent is identified and catalogued with
a perfumer's olfactory precision.
There are hints to catch,
spats to be postmortemed,
crucial dates to be inoculated against amnesia,
preferences to be recorded, compared, grafted,
model answers to catch-22 questions drafted,
declarations of adoring allegiance crafted.
The subject’s mind is apparently required to be read,
two sets of past, present, future to be crossbred,
blindness to other females pled.
There are virtues to exaggerate to divine proportions,
flaws to modify to virtues with willful distortions,
desires to mollify by counseling patience,
thoughts to be felt,
feelings to be thought,
vertigo to be fought.
Still the to-do list grows,
the repairing of an attention that no longer spans,
the mistaking of what happens to millions of others daily
as a unique personal miracle,
the confusing of being loved with being special,
the projecting of an untested passion into an eternity,
the steadying of feet that has taken to walking on air,
the murdering of ballads meant to be trilled,
and the admonishing
of that nonchalantly speeding heart
to be still.
February 11 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 9-12
Key Verse– Numbers 9:23 At the commandment of the LORD they rested in the tents, and at the commandment of the LORD they journeyed: they kept the charge of the LORD, at the commandment of the LORD by the hand of Moses.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY LIFE CHARGER
Lord God, You are my life Charger by Your divine might
Thank You for Your commandments that make me do what’s right
With Your precepts undefiled against worldly insight
Enabling me to fulfill Your will along holiness’ height.
Lord God, You are my life Charger by Your grace-filled ordinances
Thank You for Your testimonies of truthful promises
With Your guidance I must follow against lustful preferences
Enabling me to abide in Your plan that always blesses.
Lord God, You are my life Charger by Your victorious calling
Thank You for Your warnings that alarm me from sin-caused falling
With Your admonitions of compassion-telling
Enabling me to bear Your name with joyful hailing.
Lord God, You are my life Charger by Your sovereign pace
Thank You for Your standards, propelling me along the race
With Your goodness encamping around my service-place
Enabling me to rest in Your care though trials I face.
Lord God, You are my life Charger by Your revival fire
Thank You for Your answers to my prayers of heart’s desire
With Your responses so in supplication I will never retire
Enabling me to find favour in Your sight through great faith You require.
Lord God, You are my life Charger by Your constant sanctification
Thank You for Your discipline, rebuking my wrong action
With Your corrections against my fleshly ambition-vision
Enabling me to obey Your instruction as well as direction.
Lord God, You are my life Charger by Your inspired Word
Thank You for Your truth of pure, precious, preserved record
With Your statutes against my pride’s discord
Enabling me to seek Your approval, beseeching You with sincerity-cord.
February 11, 2023
No, I haven't forgotten that my grandparents never cast a ballot.
Yet, I am trying to figure out what all the voting fuss is all about.
Perhaps it's the state or the county in which I reside. Or maybe I'm
just too naive or too blind to see what so many others are seeing.
I'm aware that these United States may well be united but they
are not necessarily uniform in every aspect of our political existence.
I don't want to preclude that all this 'vote talk' is much ado about nothing.
No citizen in America should be denied equal access and protections to vote.
I agree that certain considerations should be made for those with certain impediments. I tell you, the way that I have been voting for years, in my view, should be a model. I receive the information in the mail, followed thereafter with a 'mail in ballot'; all within plenty of time to study, notate my preferences, and return via mail by the designated timeline.
During last year's voting cycle, I finished within two days, and my ballot was off to the races. Up to that point, I and the officials have done all that we can reasonably do to assure an honest vote. After the vote is cast and delivered, one can only trust that fairness and the common good have been served. It would appear that access and execution should not be a problem. In my
case, it is not.
I know that I'm not the smartest apple on the tree, and I can't stop believing in 'my country tis of thee'. Still I ask, "Am I missing something?" In seems so simple to me, but maybe common sense has exited our home of the brave and land of the free. And if morality has broken down in the 'counting process', the problem is no longer political. If my funds disappear after a receipted bank deposit; or if my cast ballot took wings and flew away to points unknown after being cast, what recourse do I then have? If.......
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Artistic creativity you wanted to discover?
Sure? Well, here you go. So what did you think that it would provide?
Yet another sheet of tangled problems you would uncover,
You'll grill yourself alive you drew and you'll probably deprive
Yourself of good night's sleep and all other physical pleasures.
You'll drill the new words in poems, crazy rhymes and you will sing.
It's really not that bad at all. There are other measures
That ruin your health or soul or both. But another gallop fling
Surely will not significantly help or bring you forward.
Think, carefully analyse and try to look for something else.
You might totally feel as if you have been simply cornered.
Another spring will come and one sunny day your heart will melt.
You'll meet another somebody. Will start everything anew.
Perhaps, tall, quirky divorcee. Nothing like you thought he'd be.
You portrait him, you mix the colors, you add another hue.
You love and live together. If all goes well, you'll bear a pea
You always wanted. Before you even realized you did.
You'll laugh a lot, you'll love him plenty, you'll both take care of him.
You read all possible on parenting. He would eat your tit.
It's pure happiness, magic dream, sweet allure. It's no mere whim.
So do not try to ever listen to what the others think
Of you, your husband, ways, your parenting, preferences, choices.
They'll say a little something, forget it and then they wink
To cute bypassing waitress. Words are bothering you. Voiceless
You shut your dropped jaw and you try to proceed with your own day
So why quickly share your most intimate feelings with strangers?
Perhaps, instead It's better that before the phrase "If I may"
You wisely say nothing, avoid any possible dangers?
So now that you finally have your craved creativity,
You can write and paint. Now you can share your hurt and suffering...
Know what? It's better to save your elusive tranquility,
Travel to Indonesia, make as many offerings
As only your own heart demands.
God’s Poetry ‘VS’ Christ’s Grace
Is ‘poetry’ just prejudice, the garbage that we buy,
a honey all tongues wired for (or Life’s Water for Christ’s loved), (1)
just pretty words our ego threads (or balm that heals the soul)?
“Mein Kampf” (2) for some’s the gospel truth, for others, it’s ‘hate speech!’
But Bible’s fans have killed folks too! Is ‘Hell’ the thought, “I’m right?”
Humility’s the poetry that helps Love stand its ground,
our sharing with the living, hints, Love’s Living Word’s (3) around.
Man’s labor brings his daily bread! Our’s manna from the sky?
To struggle hints of jealousy (your neighbor’s hands are gloved,
and you would like to ‘borrow’ them?) Well, make new gloves your goal!
Some compromise, perhaps, gets made? But surely they’re in reach?
Did neighbor’s gloves take sacrifice? Much pain is just sin’s plight!
I doubt that God has preferences between Rhymed Verse and Free,
such choices don’t frame life and death. My poetry’s just me.
The prose of God is ‘flow,’ it seems, its gravity’s no crime.
His poetry tops beggar’s bowls with Grace (curves space and time).
All mass can own wave’s tricks; waves own momentum (“Mom! No mass!)
God rhymes the two as ‘wavicles,’ diffuse clouds “sting like bees.” (1)
His rainbows bend to raindrop’s rules till earth blocks half their arc.
Most galaxies accelerate away from us, who’d guess!
Where’s evidence collapse has cards in deck most thought in place?
God’s mind sees way beyond my ken, Christ’s Grace a fool can grok!
Why complicate what Grace looks like? I pray Grace fills my sock
on Christmas eve! I‘ve touched my sin’s cold depth! Lord, I’ve skipped class!
I pray I don’t confuse (so sad) Christ’s forest with man’s trees.
Yet, even on best days, it’s Christ alone who meets God’s mark!
What mortal man might dare to dream approaching Christ’s largesse?
And yet, by Christ, life’s dregs will see a smile light up God’s face.
Brian Johnston
26th of January in 2022