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In 2018 there were four who exited life's door never to return. There was an additional one whom I feared might also depart, but he recovered from his sickness and now continues his mission. My acquaintance with each of them was for many years a God-send. Each of them entered this world and walked upon the stage of life.
We enter this world one by one and at once our stories begin to unfold and later to be told. There's much to be told between the dashes, but here I speak of exits only and how they contrast. In years past I paid meager attention to little things that in the grand scheme of life are not small. I see and observe more now, feel more deeply what surrounds me, especially when they take their exits. I apologize if it appears small to you, but to me it is huge.
It's the exits of four men in 2018 of which I speak. Men of my acquaintance and friendship who completed their mission. It is not their demise that arrests me, but I am somewhat captured by their contrasting exits. I was privileged to sit and talk with one and pray with him in his dying days. We spoke of some pleasantries we shared together, and I was pleased with being allowed to say goodbye. With another who did not linger, I rushed to his bedside some three days before his demise. He observed me with a stare, unable to respond as I stroked his hands and head. My third friend was a public figure and received a public celebration before his final exit. At the end of the service, I kissed the top of his head saying, "Goodbye, I love you."
The sun, having received its commission, rises in the east and proceeds with its daily mission of providing light and energy. It then sets in the west often with the most awesome glow, beautifying the horizon. But sometimes, the sun exits or sets contrastingly with a rainbow or even cloud cover, like the exit of my fourth and final friend whose passing was sudden and more arresting than the others. Less than 60, much younger than the others, he departed without a word. However, several days before his departure, I was privileged to spend a few telling moments with him. Contrasting exits. Yours and mine; Only God knows how it will end. But because of Christ, it can be good.
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I wonder what’s the basis of being the best,
Is it shown on how much you get from the test?
Having a position ranked as the highest?
Or just being true to yourself or being honest.
I wonder how I can be acceptable,
Is it how you mingle and being approachable?
Being too firm or just too flexible,
Or being too frank and vocal to any situation.
I wonder how can I be worth loving for,
Is it seen through your physical feature?
To be like the well-known public figure
Or just the same person you try to procure.
I wonder how to build the real me,
Will I listen to what other people say?
Will I follow what other people want me to be?
Or will I be content of the person I am today?
Then, I realized, I am at my best already,
I am very much acceptable being me,
I am worth to be loved by anybody
Because I am showing my real personality.
They may like or don’t like me,
I still am too proud of what I am today
Not because I have few friends with me,
But because I have the best friends who stand by me.
Form:
We go through life dealing with Pain
inside yet we paint a Picture to a
public figure of a Head raised high.
Emotional torture and Thunderous
cries from a screaming Heart
echoing deep down inside.
You get on your knees to clasp your
hands and pray to pour out your
mind asking to take the pain away.
Heartache comes in many different
shapes at unknown levels from any
angle words can not convey.
You fight Internal Battles everyday of
your life armed with only your whit
and your pride to defeat those
Demons that lurk inside.
You take a deep breath and release
an Earth trembling yell telling your
inner Demons and others that have
hurt you GO BACK TO HELL , INSIDE
OF MY HEART AND INSIDE OF MY
MIND YOU'LL HAVE NO PLACE TO
DWELL ! ™©
The Moral of this Poem is never let
anything or anyone for that matter
get the best of you in any shape,
way, or form. Above all never let
these entities get the satisfaction of
your tears.
When he bought it, it cost him four grand
Specially made by the Craftsman Brand
It has never been removed from its original case
He keeps it locked up in his personal safe
One time a female seen it, she fainted, he had to revive her
It is not a myth, it does exist, Lou's Diamond Phillips Screwdriver
That is the reason it has never been brought out to show
The frivolous lawsuits would start to grow
He is a public figure so he is always under the paparazzi's microscope
He says he wishes that paparazzi would hang themselves, he would supply the
rope
The latest gossip is he was with a female, but no one could describe her
And there was also no sign of Lou's Diamond Phillips Screwdriver
Now he has agreed under a royalty contract with a trash magazine
That on New Year's Eve it will be seen
This however goes against the wishes of his financial advisor
Noww there's lawsuits pending from the public display of Lou's Diamond Phillips
Screwdriver
The Almighty said, “You have a gift – go and prophesy.”
Like celebrated prophets of long ago, I thought, “Oh, my!”
Messages came rapidly over the next few days
I wrote them in notebooks, sometimes in a daze.
Covering some serious topics, others seemed willy-nilly,
And, some came across to me as perfectly silly:
A retired elderly actor will star in a major blockbuster
Critics will pan it as a complete waste of time – lackluster!
A best-selling author whose bodice-busters were widely read
Will be discovered in a well-known hotel room cold and dead.
Everyone aboard a transcontinental flight to Europe will be okay
When a brave and competent pilot returns his plane to J. F. K.
A shocking revelation in a high profile sex-trafficking case
Will make it hard for a well-known, public figure to save face.
Two of the world’s wealthiest men will embark on a race
To see which of the two will be the first company in space.
Vivian walked a tighter path
than she would have believed.
For one with anonymity
she would be deceived.
A public figure she was not.
Her life spent between images.
And when at home it wasn't hers
that landlords brought her scrimmages.
Her photos now celebrities.
though many now are dead.
That fame for the photographer;
in death she may have led.
She opened up a world of art.
The pictures thousand words.
To leave us with as many thoughts,
she scattered with the birds.
Her wealth was an illusion
of a life seen through a shutter.
To ending on a bench meant;
an ending poor in clutter.
A death that she took nothing of
and left as unfulfilled.
While dying brought her everything
evolving in her guild.
To live on Vivian Maier how
you're time's been shared in fate.
You're talent has enriched us all.
You're life's a second take.
By George P. Lumayag
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I did boot up OS XP,
Did boost signal and built school website.
I did surf the net; accessed the school site
And published things right.
It’s for public Google eye and sight,
But critiques were posted left and right.
Slur Texts: u r ePAL… and unprofessional ….
In my program, it’s not that easy coding unknown data,
Unacceptable to an ordinary public figure as metadata.
When I traced critic’s IP address,
It seemed the mask known to me.
It’s not Shakespeare but it’s Joker!
If that runs my Windows,
The desktop might have a deadly icon;
The system infected by a worm.
It’s time to switch off wrathful attacks!
Now, trust me to hide your blogs and forms.
Disgusting Crowd
Disgusting crowd consists of Robo type People
They are brainwashed by their idols
Idols are persons who they worship
They are violent, aggressive and ill mannered
They are often dramatic
They behave in a way that one can identify their act
They think they are smart
They try to discover information about other People's opinions
They are employed and unemployed
They have cruel intentions for their target
They serve the same purpose
They obey the idol...
Lesson. Jaisi Public waisa Public Figure.
We have guided missiles and misguided People. Martin Luther..
Many idols are still concealed in their sleeves by the faithful fold,
I am ordained by God to raise the call and be much bold. Iqbal.
He was a great man, a "prophet".
Known by his real name "Japhet".
Started his ministry whilst in the market
Full of anointing like water filled in a "bucket".
Many words do not fill a "basket".
Preaching the word of God was his "mandate".
At his presence, demons would "vacate".
The word of God is sharper than a "machete".
A good man he was, a public "figure".
He never touched any "liquor".
The more he prayed, the more he became
"meeker".
Knowing that avoiding the word, he would become
"weaker".
Every time he was in a closet like a Muslim
facing "mecca".
With a big heart, he carried peoples "burdens"
like a double decker.
He knew the obligation given by his "maker."
Which man is ever secure,
When he’s no longer obscure
Or sticks to Normal Strife
While it’s a New World of knife
Or hangs to Clean Lifestyle
Amidst pressures from Dirty Guile
Or weird aches has none to cure
Showing that he’s been The Pure?
Who, indeed, has been intact:
A public figure, No Tact?
Who doesn’t know he can sink
Or in the limelight just shrink,
As he keeps with The Great a link,
His lips obliging Best drink …
I should in some scared chair coil
And from swift touches recoil
And with perfect anger boil,
Ordering calming whisky
For walks becoming risky,
Sure that they would my treasures loot
And as gladly poor me shoot.