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In the beginning….a long time ago…man discovered aggression.
He lived and survived
then with passing of time
existence was no longer dependent on a combative mind.
But he continued to see power in his macho ways.
Aggression perverted….resulting in malaise.
Barbaric lessons learned
Bullies created….and superiority desires yearned.
And hatred pervaded….and took deep root.
And before its appearance
in the alleys and streets
sprouted in the mind….grew in the heart….and now it repeats.
Violence does not come in only one form.
Real peace and tranquility will never ensue….until they become the norm.
For an onslaught has emerged once more….and if we ignore
Circumstances will ignite….a deplorable war.
And if malevolence continues to rise and advance
Care….love….compassion….does not stand a chance.
So who is to blame?…. Is it you…or is it the other?
This hostility against….sister and brother.
Change is possible in the hearts of men
but perceived strength needs to be reformed….and the questions are how and when?
Leadership….support….protection….should be the true qualities of man.
Now is the time to give birth….to a caring humanity plan.
In the beginning….a long time ago….man discovered aggression
lived and survived.
And now during this moment in time
blissful existence impossible….without a peaceful, noncombative mind.
My generation
lived by its own rules,
refused to cope with reality
and grew up irresponsibly...
abusing their bodies
with harmful substance;
arrogance and pride
were the qualities they displayed!
My generation
looked away...staring into nothing,
no plans,no dreams and no faith
to make them grow in spirit;
drunken, indulgent and insecure
they lost the will to endure...
they wasted precious years
chasing after phanthoms
that led them to obscure roads,
where life was so worthless and cheap!
My generation
put away holiness
and replaced it with foolishness,
and as demons seaped into their weak souls,
they were made powerless by their own rendition;
not empowered by love...they lost themselves!
My generation
could have accomplished great things,
been powerful leaders and inspire others;
their good deeds
could have been excellent examples
of their fruition!
The Tv is my constant companion and so
is my CD Player.
I view pre-recorded programs.
Find new programming to watch.
Change between certain channels.
Get caught up in Love-Hate
sequences. Comedy - Laughter too.
Rarely watch Sci-fi. Watch the days
events - news. Compare actual events
with TV programs. What is reality and
what is fiction? Is there a line between
them?
Then, I listen to my CD-player. Music
I love to hear. Does it sound the same
as my TV? Can TV make the same
sound between what I see and what
I hear? And, what I imagine I hear and see?
Both are entertaining.
Which one do I love more?
Which one is the better choice?
Which one calms me most?
Which has more to offer?
Can I choose between them?
It's like choosing between two
best friends. Both have good
and bad qualities, yet I
can't distinguish between them
for I love them both.
Why separate them?
Enjoy each for their own sake.
Enjoy each for my sake.
For they are my companions you see.
The world is so void to me,
even in the Light, I long for darkness,
happiness has seized to exist,
and peace no where to be found.
The burden is just too much for me,
bearing it is putting me into total wreck.
I am completely restless and weak,
depressed like never before and full of shame
I no longer know if my body, soul and spirit co-exist,
or maybe its just one acting in place of three,
because it seems to me, my spirit is dead,
and my soul, detached from my being.
I know I have acted foolishly,
I have derailed and gone astray.
I feel too inferior to mention your name,
and grossly unworthy to imagine your face.
I am full of stains and bath in guilt
and I wonder what came over me.
it was like a force I could not resist,
like a battle of two principalities in my mind
but all the same I did it and not proud.
Though, I know it hurts so much,
and disappointment is an understatement.
Your trust for me, I have betrayed
and your confidence, have I shattered.
My reputation has vanished
and dignity very insignificant.
I know I cannot ask for all these Qualities from you.
But one thing I ask is for your forgiveness.
We are humans and mistakes are inevitable,
I have crossed your path and stepped on your toes.
But yet, you can still find a way, somehow to forgive me.
To err is Human but to forgive is divine.
I have learnt from my mistakes,
I have straightened my path,
and I am very much ready to make it up to you.
I come on bent knees and weary eyes,
just for you to show mercy.
All i need from you, is to hear you say
"Welcome back, oh! thou beloveth friend"
We are standing tall and proud
Couragous, determined, independent
Like my Father, we share these traits
A gift from him to thee
But he is he and I am me
He called me Dawn
Our hair is gold, eyes are green
Passionate, understanding, liberal
Analogous to my Mother
It's very plain to see
But she is she and I am me
She calls me Dawn
On bended knee prayers are said
Enlightened, spiritual, honest
Grandma and Grandpa taught me these
Held within a memory
But they are they and I am me
They called me Dawn
We soar among the Heavens
Free-spirited, adventurous, carefree
Qualities shared with my Uncle
Between us mountains and the sea
But he is he and I am me
He calls me Dawn
We are bound by love and blood
Inner-strength, devotion, admiration
Like my sister, we are as one
Yet have our own identity
For she is she and I am me
She calls me Dawn
Together we rise each morning
Radiating, glorious, breathtaking
As daybreak we start anew
Spreading our light and warmth
For I am you and you are me
We call each other Dawn
Form:
Honest work
Loyal partner
Happy children
Satisfying and ethical passion
Healthy sex life
Interesting hobbies
No pat downs parole probation type
Paying bills on time every time
Dude's night out when girls have night out
Real BBQ
Dancing and meeting new friends
NOT going crazy because of loss or ego
Being who the Divine could see me as
Using up all potential and going kinetic
Speed racer in crisis grandpa in a school zone
Running a mile a day
Coffee with Baileys just to have fun
Support and being supportive for the church
Becoming who I or (we) always looked up to and doing the same
Loving with passion
Cooking like an internationally rebound chef
Ability to go on vacation or at least take the day off as needed but still be valuable to a job because important skill set and motivation to make work better
Friends
Block parties
Bicycle rides
Legos comic books soccer balls and baseball bats whatever Sean needs
Maybe excusing horrible behavior because of her period but still being able to all night when a he is in the mood
Being open and honest about sexualit6
Being open and honest about philosophy and religion
Not giving a about politics but actually becoming an activist planting trees etc. neighborhood watch whatever walking someone else's dog or making sure their mail got to them.
Becoming the lifeguard mentality and being a brother's keeper
Not caring about fashion but being happy to look myself in the mirror
Being okay to be okay
Eating contests
Drinking with friends
Comedy
Romance
Flowers for her
Shopping for her
Nice surprises
My son's first words
My son's first steps
An overwhelming sensation I can't explain
Being less of an ******* or need technically
Hating less
Accepting mor3
Losing but still winning
Disease free
Donor without a ***** b/c more mature
Going to church and not catching on fire
Passing by Satan or whoever the and getting right on the stairway to heaven
Being the best Dad I can be
Best bassist
A little less racist
A lot more carefree
At the same time responsible
Sharing everything
Owning my faults and good qualities
Not being possessive or materialistic
I want you to know that you will always be apart of my life
There's no one who could fill your shoes and fill them right
True we may have had our share of ups and downs
You would always be a treasure that I've looked for and found
You have left marks and signatures that became apart of me
You have helped me to learn this new person i came to be
You had patiently listened to me as I cried
You didn't try question me or ever ask why
You were able to understand me when no one else did
When I didn't want to talk I ran to you and hid
I had always shared with you things that I was ashamed of
Having relationships with others was never enough
They weren't able to learn me as a person the way you had
They didn't understand my silent words or able to make me laugh
We spoke with our eyes and knew each other's emotion
When it comes to different ideas we shared the same notion
I've was always accepted by you and was able to be myself
I would never find these exact qualities in anyone else
Amid the AI excitement
a question arises which
may be the unseen elephant
in science's exuberant labs:
Will AI be forever limited
by objective duality..?
Can AI experience I Am
or will it forever be stuck in
its own question: What Am I..?
Leading edge AI speaks of
processes beyond thinking
exploring those very human
qualities: emotions..feeling..
perceptions..
Yet we know these as objects
objects vibrating within
that empty fullness: I Am..
I Am: the identity of all
but AI remains unaware
limited as it is..and must be..
Tho' AI is made of I Am
this AI cannot know..
AI: one more temporary color
of IAm...
(a tentative conclusion..!!)
For thousands of years, people have left material things behind upon their demise. We brought nothing into this world, and nothing is what we will take out. When we die, we rest from our labors, and our works follow us.
In a life time, one can achieve vast amounts of material wealth of all sorts.
We leave such wealth to our families, museums, universities, or our favorite charities.
Many others do not pursue or manage to obtain vast amounts of material wealth. Some reach their end having acquired reservoirs of experience, knowledge, wisdom, and understanding.
It is expected of us, and we find it easier in most cases, to transfer our material possessions. It may be more difficult to pass on to others our acquired possessions of spiritual fortunes. But transfers we most assuredly will make, often by default, by demonstrating what we love the most.
But the questions are:
Will we seek to leave behind the great Godly qualities of our character?
Will we thrive to share our colossal treasures of Christian principles?
Will we determine to distribute an abundance of eternal riches that will forever last? Or will we transfer a wealth of Godly wisdom that will not quickly pass?
Indeed, we must to all express, that life’s greatest quest is serving God and leaving behind our spiritual nest.
Indeed, we must release no less than our very best, before we depart to our eternal rest.
052407PoSoupContest On Aging, Emile Pinet
My form of sonnet modified(Holy Spirit).
Now it entails; An Acrostic form with the rhyme scheme aabbcdeeffcdgg. Enjoy!
'HE TWO CHERUBIMS
'Hewn out of mystery,
Endowed with scary physiognomy.
Tensed with eyes and flappy wings
Winning heart-dexterity-often stings.
Owning the shield of Alpha's eyes
Carressing the depth of omega's might.
Heralding six wings and four qualities.
Eloping from eagle's to veil's obscurities.
Ruling of high handedness of his train.
Under the wave of the creator's reign.
Moistured with veils in which they flies.
Inwardly a darkness,abhorring the creator's sight.
Messangers of peace-that did honour raise.
Seraphims' Juniors-lifter of his praise.
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