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She knew things were going to fall into place in an amazing way
Of course they did.
She obtained her dream job.
He was certain he was going to be flogged and beaten.
Someone mugged him on the way home
Choices are imperative.
He suspected something weird was going on, but did not comment.
Later he was glad, because his ideas were way off,
and mentioning it might have hurt someone.
She was furious with a co-worker for an assumed infraction
And refused to give them a second chance.
It is always our choice, remember that.
She visualized joy because she needed to get out of her funk.
Believing brought happiness to her within a few hours.
Sadly, he could not refocus because he was too angry.
His therapist worked with him, but he did not try.
He was determined to be angry, sad and mad.
He chose an attitude that once again did not help him.
we plan our future
but have not added our broken leg
Bam!
Ouch!
Things change fast
We begin to heal
filled with optimism
We can still reach our goal
a temporary side road
we replan, replenish, rehearse
Refocus on our future
Car wreck!
What?
We’re hospitalized and helpless
Rehab takes a long time
Depression might set in
We are disabled, disillusioned and disheveled
Is there a glimmer of hope?
Can we continue our path?
Some of us cannot go on
These souls have not rallied, refreshed or regrouped.
Despair holds them down in the ditch of the side road
Most of us can continue
The luckiest ones find strength and stories in the side roads
Understanding that the goal is not the future,
The journey is the test
and the road we have travelled for a reason.
We are the optimists, and we do well
Life is occasionally called a "Rat race" for a reason...
There are times we need to step back
from life's ubiquitous and toilsome menageries
reflecting on where we are in relation to
our hopes, dreams, goals, and plans.
In sum, we need to refocus
to understand.
And remember
who we are deep within our own skin,
hearts, minds and souls
or whatever it is we think of as being
a meaningful member of this universe
with an incalculable multitude
of thoughts and memories
to have and hold...
While having to decide which road to take
when there's a fork just up ahead
we ought to take a deep breath in
and feel the wind
as it begins to overtake
tension deep inside our minds, seeking
a new paradigm
and letting go of what we know
or what we think is true...
and closing our eyes to realize
the road that we’ve been looking for
is right in front
of me and you.
“FOCUS INSIDE OF YOU"
(by Michelle L. LeBlanc 04/08/2025)
Not everyone is meant for you
It's ok. Breathe in. Let go
What is meant to be, will be
So just let it be so
Some are meant to be in our lives
Some maybe not
Don't get caught up in pleasing others
It will cause your thoughts to clot
Embrace those who love you
Those who accept you as you are
With all of your craziness
And with all of your scars
When people don't see your heart
It's not that they don't care
Sometimes they just have too many burdens
That they're finding hard to bear
And for the ones who leave you
Maybe they were never meant to be
So let them go anyways
There's more for you to see!
Did you know that you're beautiful?
So let that little light shine!
Don't worry about the future
Nor about what's left behind
Loving yourself is where it begins
Letting go of all the rest
You don't need their acceptance
Or to be perfectly at your best
Our imperfections are lovely
Mixed in with a sense of faith
Knowing that everything works together
As our fears are being erased
So grab on to faith
Believe that things can change!
It all starts within our minds
That's the first place to rearrange
As we change our inner state
Our feelings will begin to shift
Learning to use visualization
Our doubts will begin to drift!
Take one step at a time
That's where it all begins
Not dwelling on yesterday
That's how change seeps in
Reprogram! Refocus! Rewire!
You got this, baby, you do!
Don't focus on everyone else
Focus in, on the Inside of You!!
I sat down to write my thoughts…and in my mind create
some rationale…some logic…some reasoning for hate.
Knowing hate adversely affects everyone on Earth…
how those who are doing the hating…and those they hate
are both stripped of their value…their dignity…their worth.
I am puzzled how some members of the same human family
can treat others members with such disdain…
and the more hate I witness in the world…the more difficult I find it to explain.
When I look into some people’s hearts and hate is what I see…
I’m convinced that understanding hate…
is for those much more intelligent than me.
As I was frustrated with all the sadness and heartache
hate had me thinking of…
A voice from inside my head said…
stop thinking about hate…and try concentrating on love.
So I turned my thoughts to my friends and family…
thinking how precious they are to me…
I thought how I love the beauty of nature…everywhere I see.
I thought of all the people out there who are caring and loving and kind.,..
and before I knew it hate…was the furthest thing from my mind
Sometimes I need to be reminded…to refocus…to concentrate….
to remember we were created by love…to love…
not created by hate…to hate
I wonder if all those filled with hate at this moment…
would take the time to sit down and create…..
a list of all the things in life they love…
they might find…there is no room on their list…for hate.
And when people think more about love…they will act act out of love…
they will give and receive more love…every day…
and before they know it love will surround their hearts
and their hate will fade away.
It’s funny how I sat down to try to understand hate…
which only weighed down my somber heart with dread….
and how my heart was lifted up…
when I thought of love…instead.
An angel of the Lord said to Mary
God has need of you
A shift is about to occur in your life
Something bold and brand new
If you allow yourself to be redirected
By God's mighty hands
You must then recognize and remain obedient
When God reveals His mighty plans
God moves, God behooves
And His actions may affect more than just you
There will be a paradigm shift
Where multitudes will be influenced too
But your godly dividends will come on the back end
When its time to trade in your spiritual stock
Once you reclaim your hope, trust in your faith to cope
As that shift may cause you some shock
You just need to believe, in order to perceive
That shift may change the course of your life
To now be resigned that God will redesign
Like when He gave Mary His son Jesus the Christ
So let go of hopelessness
As it only capitulated into dead dreams
Reclaim your hope and refocus
As God shifts to bring forth a new thing
It may be a political proclamation
Like that which gave importance to a younger virgin girl
God shifted to make her the bearer of His son Jesus
Thus changing the whole world
So don't ever discount yourself
When it comes to your purpose and possibilities
We are all blessed and highly favored
As we wait for our godly victories
So when God calls you forth remember
All the planning and networking has been set in place
The inventory and supplies have been already delivered
With the shift full of His mercy and grace
Mary reclaimed her hope
And realized her significance in this life
She embraced her shift
And welcomed becoming the mother of Our Lord Christ
Burn out doesn’t take a day off
It would be so easy to take off
Honestly I’m so bored of life
Regularly dream of the afterlife
I don’t want to wake up every morning
Always feeling I am performing
All day on autopilot
I wish life could be boycott
Depression running through my veins
Feels like my brain is wrapped in chains
The weight of the world is suffocating
The pressure so debilitating
Never a day without being anxious
Every task so thankless
All day all night so exhausted
Never a feeling of being supported
Living a full life of isolation
Fighting for a stable foundation
Even family causes such stress
Making me collapse into a complete mess
Other peoples actions making me down
Every hour feels like a beat down
All situations so powerless
Makes my knackered mind compress
My thoughts out of control
Impossible to calm and console
Tension headaches so crushing
For the outside knows nothing
Everyday is more overwhelming
Hurt and betrayal is self blaming
Through the day is just an act
The very next day I might of cracked
Not easy to not feel hopeless
Or have enough energy to refocus
Instead an uncontrolled outburst
To cement the feeling of being cursed
The crushing feeling from beyond
Should make me flee and abscond
Instead I face the mundane
And develop severe chest pain
Everyday is one of dread
In the hope I’ll just drop dead
Continue with life and be unfulfilled
For one day there maybe a chance to rebuild
Twenty-two
and our School Boards
are hoppin
Madly divided
'bout race
and white saving face
in-between fashion shoppin.
Dear Red and Blue
School Board Candidates,
Regarding Critical Race Theory
that ignores our own lack
of multiculturing experience,
Perhaps a primally significant reason
we have issues
discussing racial divisions
throughout historical seasons
of revision
Textbooking Straight White Patriarchal treasons
against EarthTribe's polycultural humanity,
Sacred celebrating multicultural divinity
once felt as synergetic
universal Beauty,
Continues to divide
and conquer
our best LeftBrain schooled dominions,
Is because rich violent red
patriotic bloodshed
is difficult to own
within our own fascist
unmatriarchal histories
Of capitalized ownership
and encultured Earth corrupting
supremely anthro-worshiping
lack of healthy eco/theological
green stewardship
through co-empathically felt
relationship.
Red candidates predict
Critical Race Theory
becomes a cynical prescription
for an inevitable future
of win/lose
zero-sum unfolding
Continuing Business As Usual
White versus Black
reverses White,
While Blue candidates refocus
on Critical Race personal experiences
of historical individuals
investing in divested
separated
divided communities,
privileged versus unprivileged
polarized nations,
degenerate climates
of active distrust
in our apartheid studied past,
Not to prescribe an inevitable future
of rightwing supported hate,
but to describe our win/lose racist past
To inform a therapeutic win/win potential future
humanely balanced,
multiculturally healthy
for our democratic
planetary future.
Twenty-two
and our School Boards
are hoppin
Mad
divided 'bout race
and white saving face
in-between fashion shoppin.
Well, your Mama Eartha's rich
and your Papa's Sun
shines bright enlightenin,
So, hush co-despisin,
don't you,
won't you try?
I.
Maureen looked down at her swollen belly
as her husband drove to the hospital,
she couldn’t believe the day had arrived,
but soon she would know childbirth in full,
and their life would be anything but dull.
She and Mark would have a child of their love,
they just had to get through some hours rough.
She was scared, there was no doubt about that,
but she was strangely very happy too,
okay, maybe that wasn’t all that strange,
but it was novel to her point of view,
everything they were facing was so new.
They pulled up and parked, then walked slowly in,
ready for this adventure to begin.
Things all started off easily enough,
Maureen was quite early in her labor,
she signed in and filled out all of the forms,
was given a room and ever a neighbor,
thought she had a bad opinion of her.
She was a tough figure, covered all in ink,
swore like a sailor, liked to shout, not think.
Maureen frowned at this, tried to shut it out,
tried to focus in on what was coming,
began replaying the Lamaze classes,
heard the advice her birth-coach was sharing,
it helped to slow her heart’s rapid beating.
An hour in the junkie screamed out loud,
“Get your ass in here! This s--t’s coming now!”
Maureen cringed at the woman’s angry tone,
but such thoughts son vanished quickly away
when the woman screamed like she had been stabbed,
the kid was coming, no more would he wait,
the doctors rushed in as he cried, had his say.
Maureen’s eyes widened as she realized
she’d heard the first screams of that child’s life.
They moved the woman out of there quickly,
and Maureen felt a chill run down her spine,
something about all she’d heard just felt wrong,
she couldn’t say what, it just felt malign,
and thoughts of this lingered long on her mind.
She tried to refocus on her coming lot,
then she felt a sharp pain...in the wrong spot.
She yelped out loud and Mark jump to his feet,
then ran out to find a doctor or nurse,
several rushed in, one cried,”She’s bleeding!
Get her to surgery, before it gets worse!”
Maureen just helplessly cried out,”It hurts!”
She passed out in pain while pushed down the hall,
a small mercy that she was out for it all…
CONTINUES IN PART II.
Value
The value of being great
It starts with you
It's not too late
(Repeat 1x)
I see a girl , I mean a queen
Who has battled
With self esteem
I also see a person
Not living her dream
She's had some flaws
Readjusted her crown
She's had more ups
And over comes the downs
She doesn't frown
She tries to make it
With her vision
Let's see how far she can take it
With her faith
Let's test it
With problems
Don't let it
Don't let it stress you
You are doing your best
May God continue to bless you!!
The value of being great
It starts with you
It's not too late
(Repeat 1x)
Rap
As a boy growing into a man
I've done the best that I can
Sadly I'm already labeled in people head
Statistics said I'll end up in jail or dead
I used to believe what was being spoken into my life
How can I make this right
Give my life to Christ
Yep I can make it
With any problems I can face it
With my past I can erase it
And start over
Keep my head up above my shoulders
I'm learning as I get older
To lean not on my own understanding
Call on God when life is good or when it gets demanding
Don't start planning
Yet
Revise, Refocus , Reset
Knowing the best is yet to come
Hope y'all understand where I'm coming from
(Chorus)
The value of being great
It starts with you
It's not too late
(Repeat 1x)
Bridge
Value
What is your worth ?
You were destined for greatness at birth
(Repeat 2x)
(Chorus)
The value of being great
It starts with you
It's not too late
Written by Concetta Hardnett
07/23/2022