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A Vibe
What's a vibe
It's a feeling
It gives
What needs to be given
It's the character of a person
That have you Choosing
You got to catch it
No more losing
Good time , good laughs
Crossing eachothers paths
Excuse me , yes
I'm trying to impress
Vibe more Say less
I like your style and your swag
What you say boy you like it back
Vibes
We vibing
I'm interested
No hiding
(Repeat 1x)
Hello
Do you have a name
Pardon me ain't trying to run No Game
I like your smile
Your conversation
I got time
But it's not wasted
It's something about you
Maybe your characteristic
We got chemistry
Maybe we should study physics
Let's quiz it
Let's analyze
I want to know you
This doesn't come as a surprise
You are definitely a vibe
Vibes
We vibing
I'm interested
No hiding
(Repeat 1x)
Bridge:
Can we go off this Vibe
Can we give it a try
I like what I see
The Vibe between you and me
(Repeat 1x)
Vibes
We vibing
I'm interested
No hiding
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by Concetta Hardnett
05/29/2024
I WOULD RESTORE MY PEOPLES
If money was no issue and I could buy and restore anything...
I would buy back; the freedom, Identity, cultures, artifacts, and land of my people!
I would restore our land to everything we need to once again be the great and Independent Nations we once were.
I would buy back the education of our past, present, and great futures that lie before us, here and there after.
I would buy back the truth of our existence, reveal the lies that have kept us captive, Say goodby to those who still perceive themselves as the Masters and sing a sigh of freedom while starring at the depiction of a New World Plantation from a distance.
If money was no issue and I could buy and restore anything...
I WOULD RESTORE MY PEOPLES
MY ANSWER TO THE RICHEST QUIZ ON YOUTUBE
"10 Mind-Blowing Facts About President TRUMP's AIRLINE"
Earlier today, I had a small-group evaluation
that I’ve been quietly dreading
and frankly, I wasn’t sure I was ready.
See, I’ve neglected things of late
I had the flu and couldn’t concentrate.
But once that was over, I could focus,
and I did some uneducated guessing,
about what the physiology skill-drill might be.
My group peer-assessed me, and those guys can be savage,
and a fail on the quiz could block my module passage.
I showed what I’d prepared, 2-hours focussed on things like prioritizing diagnoses.
Their questions were pointed but they didn’t reveal their prognoses.
How’d I do? I haven’t a clue.
I was quivering with exhaustion when I was through.
The professeur seemed pleased, and I got a few nods and smiles,
in my clinical-presentation debut.
.
,
A song for this:
Diary by Lucy Tun
You Need Therapy (Ready) by Mila Smith
non-compensatory - A fail in ED/PBL can block module passage
Our heart sensed a potent pull magnetic,
borne by a sublime mist mind could not trace,
subtlety aesthetic, rhythm poetic,
grace influx holding us is close embrace.
With each pore a door we could keep no score,
although later mind tried to analyse,
who is the helmsman, who is at the oar,
breath by breath causing heart’s vibrance to rise.
Transformed from inside out, each node was stormed,
by the bliss current pulsating within;
of wisdom of sages we were informed,
silencing ego’s cacophonous din.
Such is as it was, such is as it is ~
We’re the effervescence of a bliss fizz
We’re the effervescence of a bliss fizz,
renewal continual, a heartbeat,
for lower mind, an unsolvable quiz,
there being no translation for cool heat.
Notice the blossoming of a flower,
opened petal by petal by God’s hand,
life in motion, all held by His power,
in the womb of space we don’t understand.
Contemplating thus we asked, ‘Who am I’,
in as unchanging presence in this form,
where memories are clouds and we’re the sky,
truth supreme to which we wish to conform.
To accomplish our goal, that we feel whole ~
We slid into silence to find our soul
We slid into silence to find our soul,
remaining motionless in the vast void,
to reclaim light innate, our ego stole,
that we regain our lustre unalloyed.
Focus animated in cessation,
our emptiness was then filled with bliss mists,
heart’s elation as our meditation,
force of magnetism unclenching our fists.
This narration is a flashback of course,
of how the pathless path may be traversed,
the code easy to read, penned not in morse,
as dance of polarities unrehearsed.
Epiphanies that dawned are prophetic ~
Our heart sensed a potent pull magnetic
Buddhist view on aversion and desire,
cognises oscillations between them,
thereby sidestepping consequence dire,
nipping thorns and flowers, before they stem,
equal in dark and star of Bethlehem.
Cessation by negation, age old ways,
far cry from the tantric, who to joy sways,
dancing at all times in celebration,
imbibing within bliss, that always stays,
given to play, in vibrant elation.
One view accepts that what is, simply is,
thus centered in the void, without movement,
choice of non-action, exiting thought quiz,
heart equipoised in quiet contentment,
whilst the other infuses joy intent,
each breath inflow taken as divine grace,
burning yearning to see God face to face,
all acts performed, in aspect surrender,
seeking out the truth, at a burning pace,
whilst beholding Gods manifest wonder.
28-August-2021
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Today was the day for a medical appointment
to prove he was fit enough to drive
It's an annual event for which one must present,
when you reach the ripe old age of seventy five
What's the medication for your pulse rate
at forty three beats per minute why is it so low ?
Fifty years no medication, with gusto he decided,
he would surely let them know
Firstly he revealed , whatever he did eat
was only ever, organic raw
No food is ever cooked, no coffee tea or drugs
it's been that way for thirty years or more
At age of seventy seven he still can swing an axe
to chop a pile of wood
Still quite able to do all the things
as a younger man he could
Be it physical or mental
he has energy aplenty
To run six kilometres daily
be it ten or twenty
Daily exercise, play musical instruments
or just sitting in the sun
Choosing activities
that offer lots of fun
Focus on the breath
through the nose both in and out
Be aware of beauty, the birds , the trees , the clouds
where ever you may find yourself everywhere about
Complete a cryptic crossword, a trivia quiz or two
works the mind , slows the onset of senility
Meditation in the morning perhaps again at night
exhilaration, a sense of guided tranquility
Introduce Tibetan Rites, an ancient form of yoga
a therapy to reduce the ageing rate
As a soul upon this planet, we have free will for our selections
Face reality there's an outcome for the choices we create
It's almost to the point we will need another licence
for the vehicle called the body, which we inhabit twenty four hours a day
It's called a microchip or an ID card. Will you give it your consent ???
I request that every one of us, votes an emphatic nay
"Miss Stokes, what do you think Pip was thinking?"
Uh-oh. I possibly should not have pretended to be my twin today.
I am taking her classes, pretending I am sick, rather than she.
This is 7th grade English, and I have not even heard the word
Great Expectations because my twin hates English as much as I
despise math.
In my English class we are tearing sentences apart and doing boring tree things out of them.
Um....
"I think I have to go to the bathroom!" I yell, clutching myself, running out of the classroom.
My classmates laugh.
Some have been laughing through math and science too.
They all know which twin I am.
It is only the teachers who cannot tell us apart.
I return to see a pop quiz face down on my sister's desk.
The first question is about Pip with enough space to write
sixteen paragraphs.
I begin cautiously.
"Pip is a wonderful dog," I write.....
You've heard,
Mathematics is a metric,
quantitative language,
about Universal relationships,
double-binary, as bosonically articulating polynomials,
variables, changing across abstractions of time,
autonomous spaciated places,
spaces.
How might we co-define
universal bosonic polynomial (+) language,
robust think/feeling strings
of healthiest experiential history,
as also unitarian holonic experience
of not not (-,-) polypathically nurtured integrity?
Why might this become
both personally (ego+)
and bilateral politically (-ego/-eco)
co-passionate inside/outside inter-relationship?
When do bosonic autonomous universes
co-refine
holonic interdependent synergy?
When do they not, if not not oxymoronically forever?
What might a yang-dominant secular Boson
wish
and actively hope
could also become
a yin-prominent sacred Holonic-CoRelationship?
Where do we find atomic Boson spatiated universes
dipolar co-arising
wave-linear bilateral Holonic unitarian-integral time?
Who would not outside care
to WinWin inside co-passion
our polynomial bosonic
language deductions
with our polypathic holonic
co-relational inductions?
Perhaps you've also seen,
Metric systems
are a ZeroSum
quantitative bilateral language
about Universal BosonYangs
and Unitarian Holonic YinFlow CoRelationships,
atomic/wave-linear co-arising development,
InFormation/ExFlowation co-gravitating regenerations.
Here'a giggle are you ready for this
Better sit down I'd say
Why do psychics ask you your name
Maybe it's a game they play
Gotta tell ya, gonna live forever
But still got a ways to go
I'm certainly not worried, no not me
Feel good right down to my toes
Hardness of butter is really proportional
Directly to how soft the bread is
But with toast you have a fighting chance
Will be testing you later in a quiz
What if you get scared half to death twice
Gonna leave that one alone
If there's a will, there's about 500 relatives
All wanting a share of their own
Death is most definitely a hereditary thing
How many still have parents living
See I just told you its just a matter of time
Might be joining 'em by Thanksgiving
A dear friend of mine is so optimistic
Bought a burial suit with 2 pairs of pants
Until we know exactly where we're going
Why should we take the chance
You laugh because I'm a little bit different
I laugh coz I just let one go
One of my better ones I gotta tell ya
A joyous expulsion to behold
© Jack Ellison 2013
God is an authoritative voice
no other voice is like His
it needs to be listened to
being plain, not like your quiz
We have all offended Him sore
but His mercy has swept them away
no longer cast against our record
now cleansed away from this day
It was just like one big cloud
once it was there then be gone
wakened up to it like a mist
then you saw clear like your lawn
God calls out to you, return
to me, my child come back
redemption swept away your sins
now I've put you back on track
Redemption is the work of Jesus
He died for sinners on the cross
there He purchased your salvation
taking away every bit of sin and dross
("I have swept away your offences like a cloud, your sins like the morning mist. Return to Me, for l have redeemed you." Isaiah 44: 22)