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Girl, Who lied to you?
Who told you that being you just won't do?
Who told you that your flabby thighs and your big brown eyes were uncouth?
Who told you that you weren't pretty enough and that your skin was just too rough?
And I want to know who broke your spirit within, never to dream again...
to live again, to just be...
Where is the sparkle that burned like stars in the sky in your pretty brown eyes?
What about your sashay and sway, was it also taken away?
What about that gorgeous smile that one could see from a mile....
Away--it all disappeared day by day.
You see at first it was an internal decay...
Your joy, your praise, your graciousness, your faith..
Your gratitude was replaced by an attitude toward them, her and him..
What used to shine like a gem has now become dim.
And as your spirit became corrupt, volcanic lava began to erupt...
From the depths of your soul, into you...the natural you.
And now you want to be "Barbie".
Confined to this image propagated everyday
that constantly reminds you that being you ain't okay
"Watch those carbs!"
"Too much fat!"
"Count those calories!"
"You can't eat that!"
And now your mind is preoccupied with looking like "Miss Thing,"
That vision, hope, and destiny have no room to make you dream.
Not worrying about your future, or what legacy you'll leave...
Not worrying about the up and coming generation of women that will be left to
grieve...
Your loss..
But then have to pay the cost of your neglect and disrespect of yourself and others
Girls, Women, Mothers..
You're too busy trying to find "Mr. Right" when you should be finding you...
The you that lies inside the truth.
You see, your beauty is not limited to what lies on the surface but rather the spirit
that dwells within..
Your beauty is found in balance...
Your beauty is expressed through creativity...
Being you, Not being me, she or he...
He created you to be...
Creative, unique, purpose driven, free...
To give life, not cause strife...
Who Lied To You?
Poverty, Racism, Classism, Low and even No Self Esteem,
Ignorance, Your Past, and even Your Present Lied to You.
But don't be shaken, for you have now be awakened to the lies of your youth...
that been dispelled by the truth...
That is the proof...
That your beauty just like mine...
Has now been DISCOVERED!
Form:
We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
To insure that his family would produce the best wine.
Grandpa, tho’ as straggly as his grape
cleared trees and topped them to admit the sun.
He would not purchase plants for his soil
and dug the trenches wider and accessed our water.
He was self sufficient and he propagated vines by his hand
We prevented winds from whipping vines out of hand
to best grow and mature the soul of our wine.
The vines followed the contour of steep site which brought the water.
The rows ran north and south to suit the grape - -
this presented light while drying and controlling the soil
allowing the plants to follow the eastern and western sun.
We placed much faith on the drying done by the sun.
We had one to backfill. We wished we had more willing hands.
We had two to dig holes, and one to hold the vine and tamp the soil,
as the fruit began to ripen to marry our precious wine.
A crew of four was used for setting the grape.
The Vines should not be sprinkled with too much water.
We made plans to prevent soil erosion and loss of water
to the harden the wood and expose it to rays of the sun.
The Niagra White and Riesling grape.
Both needed pruning and the waste hay cut our hands.
We made sure our methods were best for the wine.
They would mature late, even in warm soil.
We found that more humus was wanted by the soil.
Some magic was performed to deliver more water.
alas, for the reward of a not so remarkable wine.
Again the wait, the prayers, the morning dew and sun.
More work, more time, sweat and callused hands.
The next year we tried a grafted grape.
We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
Our final wine was surrendered by the sun.
We captured the prize from our water and our soil.
My hands, today, still stained with the color of the grape.
Absolute truth
Question?
What is the absolute truth ?
Depends on who you are asking
What they believe in
And what there motives are
Some say the Bible is the absolute truth
Beyond question or reproach
Islamic State will kill anyone who disagree with there's
The Nazi holocausts exterminated the Jews for there's
But for me
The truth is in the eye of the beholder
For instance
Thou shall not kill
But faith has been killing in the name of the Lord
Since religion began
And survives till today
If everyone goes to heaven
What is the point of dwelling on hell
Judgment
Judge not others or you will be judged yourself
Judge Judy is she a real judge?
Judge me on my actions not my faith
Jpon Judgment Day
Who am I to be judged by?
And on what or whose criteria ?
Are we not not all sat in judgment of the soup?
And does placing our comments ?
Not underline the case in point?
Lies
Everyone lie's
The very world we live in
Is based on mans lie's
Example
False news media outlets
Our electoral Politicians
Bent Priest's
Islamic Suicidal Bomber's
2 World Wars
And Nuclear Weapons
When all is said and all is done
The absolute truth is that
All scripture is based on lies
They can't all be right?
Unless there is more than 1 God??
But that slams the door firmly closed on there
1 true God ideology
And what about the proposition of Extraterrestrial being's ?
Come to your own conclusion
Reference facts whence you seek solution's
In which to place your faith
All these books were written by power hungry Men
Christian, Islamic , Jewish
Every single 1
Mainly inspired by Prophesying
For Political gain
There is not a single soul on mother earth
Who has ever seen or witnessed the voice of said God
Or am I ?
Completely Wrong ?
Some 2000 year's have elapsed
Since the 3 Major Faith's
Propagated God had spoken
And the gate has been left wide open
For the 2nd coming
All 1 has to do is believe
Place your hands on the holly book
And swear allegiance
But 1st and foremost
Never Question
Judge only for yourself
What are lie's ?
And who is lying to you?
And if the means defies the end?
And the truth will set you free
I choose rather to believe in
And place my only faith in
KNOWLEDGE
And
LOVE
COME ON MAN, GET TO THE JOINT
Listen man……..
here is an indisputably effective plan
And this is the fundamental God given point
So at once dash out that flaming joint
Without hesitation
Sans equivocation
Minus mitigation
Simply inhale and initiate the following information
Our Lord advises us all to seek vengeance not
And to follow his piousness and the perfection of His plot
Let no man bring you to your knees
In favor of adhering to what the Holy Bible decrees
Over and over and over once more
When a man does you wrong those are actions one must ignore
Seven multiplied by seventy times
Let no man command you unto the cruelty of countless crimes
Because I’m telling you man precisely what you need to know
Simply justly and swiftly let it go
“Turn the other cheek”
Well to me that is difficult to comprehend God speak
Words and their meanings of which I understand little to nil
Because forgiving a man who does me wrong is too bitter a pill
A tablet my anger will never be sworn unto swallow
Because I will always own and was born with a heart too hollow
And shall swear scorn unto the man who does me wrong
Since my desire to never forgive will forever be far too strong
So I allow vengeance to reside within my soul
Which thus turns my heart into sedimentary coal
And darkens me more with each passing hour
For I possess not the piousness nor the power
Neither the means in any manner to forgive
For so long as I, a sinner, shall live
Will I ne’re allow a man to err in what I feel he should do
While with certainty it will be curses my mouth shall surely spew
And promises of damnation will never give way to my forgiving, pardoning nor absolving a man of doing me harm
Until I cut him off at the knees or separate his body from a leg or an arm
His life will be mine to impair……no matter how unfair
Or the destructiveness my anger might breed
I’ll live to see that man beg, plead and then bleed
Because reprisal will finally be mine
And punitive punishment is propagated by my damnable design
Because I was born to disapprove, disregard and definitively disappoint
Okay dude, now, if you still care to, go ahead and re-ignite that joint
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
COME ON MAN, GET TO THE JOINT
Listen man……..
here is an indisputably effective plan
And this is the fundamental God given point
So at once dash out that flaming joint
Without hesitation
Sans equivocation
Minus mitigation
Simply inhale and initiate the following information
Our Lord advises us all to seek vengeance not
And to follow his piousness and the perfection of His plot
Let no man bring you to your knees
In favor of adhering to what the Holy Bible decrees
Over and over and over once more
When a man does you wrong those are actions one must ignore
Seven multiplied by seventy times
Let no man command you unto the cruelty of countless crimes
Because I’m telling you man precisely what you need to know
Simply justly and swiftly let it go
“Turn the other cheek”
Well to me that is difficult to comprehend God speak
Words and their meanings of which I understand little to nil
Because forgiving a man who does me wrong is too bitter a pill
A tablet my anger will never be sworn unto swallow
Because I will always own and was born with a heart too hollow
And shall swear scorn unto the man who does me wrong
Since my desire to never forgive will forever be far too strong
So I allow vengeance to reside within my soul
Which thus turns my heart into sedimentary coal
And darkens me more with each passing hour
For I possess not the piousness nor the power
Neither the means in any manner to forgive
For so long as I, a sinner, shall live
Will I ne’re allow a man to err in what I feel he should do
While with certainty it will be curses my mouth shall surely spew
And promises of damnation will never give way to my forgiving, pardoning nor absolving a man of doing me harm
Until I cut him off at the knees or separate his body from a leg or an arm
His life will be mine to impair……no matter how unfair
Or the destructiveness my anger might breed
I’ll live to see that man beg, plead and then bleed
Because reprisal will finally be mine
And punitive punishment is propagated by my damnable design
Because I was born to disapprove, disregard and definitively disappoint
Okay dude, now, if you still care to, go ahead and re-ignite that joint
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Beauty,
like Truth
with Integrity,
is better seen
than told.
Is healthier discovered
than overstated bold.
I need to discover
communion with trees
as good and faithful Elder neighbors.
I prefer to grow them from hazel nuts
and peach pits
and apple seeds.
To notice these young
until old enough to shade me
and provide nurturing fruit,
to boldly slow down
Earth's too-winded voices.
I want to rediscover
childlike communion,
ancient innocence
of therapeutic mutual insurance,
Discovery
for discovery's cooperative entertainment sake
alone
yet also health discovery
rediscovering together.
Like infants
learning how to see again
because we were too blinded
by birth just yesterday
to understand differences
between cooperative multigenerational beauty
and competing monocultural ugly,
between discovering Truth sight
and healthing sounds,
choice winds and climate voices
and False unhealthy pathologies,
tsunamis,
HisACanes.
Promise of long-term ego adventures
yet without even active hope
for short-term healthing powers
of ecobeauty's entertaining ventures.
Beauty,
like Truth
and CooperativeInvestment Integrity,
told boldly polypathic,
yet also seen healthy
and heart wealthy polyphonic,
both inside ego-climates
and outside Beauty
as Truth-Integrity.
We notice NegativEnergy
with secular grief.
But integrate how it also boldly informs
sacred gratitude
through PositivEnergy Democracy focus
on beautiful nutritious Truths
and truthful healthing Beauties.
Like trees,
and innocent children,
and rainbows.
Beauty greets
true integrity
when outdoors,
like indoors,
not only looks and sounds restorative,
but also smells
and tastes
nutritiously ego-ecotherapeutic.
Like Mother Trees
and DNA nuts and RNA seeds,
octave-fractal rainbows,
double-binding
bleeding-breeding
YangHere with YinNow.
Beauty,
like healthy Truth
with wealthy Integrity,
is better seen
than told,
and self-predicted,
predicated,
propogandized,
propagated.
True integrity
is healthier discovered,
and outside awed,
than overstated boldly
inside voices
gossiping just among ourselves.
No Particle Theory can ever be Unified –
for there is always the space between...the
unknown that separates while binds us
in a matrix of primitive wonder. Dark
Matter is only dark to those accustomed to one
light...for those whose eyes adjust to the
thin horizons of others who have passed
before them – and not the endless expanse within,
the heart and soul of a boundless Universe. So,
we slowly peel-back our outer layers, those of
earth and moon, the illumining stars, limiting
skins of meagerly defined senses. Without God
there is only Science...
hopping from one physical rock to the other, skimming
over the depth of spaces,
stepping cautiously into shallow pools
as yet to explore the unimaginable realms
of a far greater Spiritual Sea.
(More Context)
We are observers...consciousness existing
in an elevated dimension of reality. Difficult
to imagine, yet our thoughts are entirely
separate from our physical senses and their
body sources; we truly, not figuratively,
look in or down upon the many instances
and vehicles of manifest substance.
There can only be
one Unified Theory: it must be a Continuity Theory,
where separation is merely an elaborate illusion:
In fact, all we see and seem are Wave effects
propagated through a flexible yet solid dimension,
driven by vibrations or shivers (so to speak) –
Waves collide, and those peaks or points
of collision become our physical reality –
these are the pixels our eyes and minds interpret
and assemble in the likeness of recalled
references, desires and predilections – We look down,
look in, look out, but always from positions independent
of the objects of our inquiry. Mind, Consciousness
is entirely independent of the physical. This
explains the phenomenon of Savants. Our
brains are not developing receptacles of
knowledge – but, in fact, developing
gateways. Who we are, where we come
from, and how long we live progresses
far outside our experiences of birth and
death.
War Is...
War is unkind to servicemen, women, animals, flora, fauna, nature's terrains, seas, atmospheres, and everything else
War is unjust and unethical to everyone
War is the slaughtering of innocent young and old men and women of both sides which are fighting for their leader's version of freedom, or simply protecting themselves from so called enemies
War is fought on both domestic and forgein lands
War is authorized and legalized mass murder of both sides
War is an inevitable necessity evil in order to be free
War is beyond expensive monetarily, mentally, physically, psychologically, death stats, and causality states versus survival stats
War is heartbreaking, heart-wrecking, and heart-wrenching, to the servicemen, to the parents, lovers, wives, husbands, and children of servicemen on both sides
War is caused by several different variables usually for economic and territorial gain
religion, Nationalism, revenge, Civil War,
revolutionary, being defensive, ethnic cleansing and other ideological mass killings, globalism, world domination, and so many others
War is fought by young and old men and women as either draftees, or volunteers
War is ugly
War is horrific
War is traumatic
War is dramatic
War is psychologically scarring
War is terrifying
War is brutal
War is common
War is unpopular
War is propagated
War is hated
War is detrimental
War is immoral
War is sometimes manufactured
War is unpreventable
War is fighting for your and their commander-in-chief's ideologies whether you like it or not
War is glorified
War is sometimes created by opposing forces in order to gain something from one another
War is everything I mentioned above and so much more
War is not a favorite of mine, however, as United States Navy veteran and having lots of veterans in my family as well there is no harm in honoring and respecting the young and old men and women who died in war for us, and those that didn't die in battle but still served in the military for all of us!
" Answering The Call "
The fighting American soldiers who answered our need
they are all the brave men who followed the creed
I think of past history with a silent rage
as I give this thought for you all to gauge.
Remember the leaders who all asked that we
as the mighty American's fight for our liberty
all the America people they sought to deceive
the primary cause as to why our souls grieve.
We had faith and trusted all those we elected
we all thought that our rights would all be protected
we never did question the right nor the wrong
now we are the victims of this misguided throng.
It is not our great flag which is in error
but those giving birth who raised all this terror
they called upon us all to hold back this tide
our wives, sisters and mothers were left here and cried.
Some may have fled and shunned the plea
to go and fight this fight for our great liberty
America's brave soldiers are all very young
most have reported when that summons rung.
American's are to their duty so honor bound
just as strong as a seed is to the ground
we have never fought before a war of dissension
demanding from our soldiers such comprehension.
There has never been a war of such half support
propagated by such a political false report
so many have fought and too many have died
we are beginning to see that they have lied.
These soldiers return home from a war that is unfinished
and find that the honor of the duty is diminished
all soldiers will hate this battle they lost
both before and after who paid the cost?
Who is doing the fighting and who has died
who are the real victims of those who lied
who sees a faded glory in this wasted fight
all the soldiers returning in the dead of night.
Are we all so wrong to jump to this deed
by Answering The Call of our nations need
we all think not nor would we flee
if we are called again by this democracy...
Penned By MPK
Quote: Life Is Poetry In Motion, Great Poets Reflect Emotion...
Iam Gautama buddha, an enlightened despot of East Asia, Who met the mass of Christ or christmas, I delighted to see the Christian tree, I remembered the similar bodhi tree, under which I got enlightenment, I have seen Jesus Christ, the messiah of Christianity as a great Bodhisattva, I considered the month December. as a notable one in which Christmas and Bodhi day took place, I advocated the virtues like. generosity, kindness and consideration, which were followed by christianity, I focused on universal values like
peace, love and kindness Which were championed by Christian,
I believe resurrection strongly,
Which was confirmed by Christ, Who raised from the dead on the third day after his crucifixion, I propagated humanism in South East Asia, This was continued by the son of God Who spread the humanistic values. through out the whole world,
Maya's son was happy to meet Mary's son, Who sought the kingdom of God.