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Can’t you see it is just me and mommy here?
Butt out.
It is bad enough I get stuffed back into this tiny confining fleshy
wrinkly ugly earth body, now I have to put up with the likes of you?
Go play with a video game or watch a TV show or something.
You have had your turn.
I thought I had leveled up enough in the heaven realm that I would
not have to do this again. I know, it was my choice, but to stay there
and read books about experience gives you about half the experience
points you get down here going through another life.
Your incessant whining is grating to my nerves. I am about to start
a full-out baby wailing session, with shrieks and screams, because I
know you’ll leave the house if I do. I am scrunching up my face now.
This is your only warning.
Is that Heinz 57 I am smelling on your breath? Dhram! It’s bad enough
that I do not have teeth, now I have to smell a fresh tasty sirloin on your
breath? I had forgotten how keen a newborn’s sense of smell is.
Dhram! Dhram! Dhram!
All I get is this smelly milk?
Go away Dad!
Written 12-22-2018 Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
Contest: Baby Face What You Think’n Picture D
You can all argue which way
Is the true way the Universe was made.
For me, point is it's all the same: Universe was born.
You can all question about whether
The spectacular God's been proven real or not.
For me, point is that divinity's strongly influenced history.
You can all go about wondering
If there's really a hell, heaven, reincarnation.
For me, point is we already have our own hells on Earth.
You can all keep on asking why
There are so many different religions and beliefs.
For me, point is they all share a common similarity.
You can all mentally scrutinize
What happens after we die.
For me, point is firstly naturally all physical senses die!
You can all beg for
The answer on why we suffer.
For me, point is it could be cyclically bad karma.
You can all have the right
To take for granted all of our differences
And to finally have our souls realize…
You can all disregard
The eventual realization of eternal occurrence.
Point is that we're all in this world's time together.
The imagination in my head
Was keeping me awake instead
I thought to self am I dreaming?
But into window bird came streaming.
Hey! I yelled in a head that was unclear.
Who are you? What brings you here?
The bird smirked at my consternation.
Looked amused, in fascination.
Shut up! He said in his mean caw.
A reincarnation of grandpa!
Today had been so evil boring.
But now imagination was a soaring!
I followed him around the room.
He told me to put the camera on zoom.
I did everything that I was told.
He was bossy, that bird, so big and bold.
It was my grandpa sure enough.
Came back in spirit; demanded snuff.
I kept him hidden from grandma.
She was never kind to old grandpa.
Crucible Creation.
The Universe was darkness, and every part was silent,
Man the cubicle of sand, that knew not what it meant
To develop, reincarnation as a pre-requisite birth,
His loving mother cries out; "Devour the Earth!"
Creation ventures out, to incandescent light,
Leaving the darkness of eternal night,
To search is to find, in this unknown muse,
As love submits, for him to use
To advantage for a life divine,
'Tis preparation, to heed the future line.
He is here, and patience has it's rewarding pay,
Mother rejoices, for bad memories forever fade away,
For love doth enhance , even the Devil's qualms,
And ever lasting hope is brought with ebullient alms,
Hope that is , his first voyage, he will find,
The supreme height of happiness' flow,
Perfect wonder, that only babe shall know,
Until the Human death of substance,
Ends his nitid life, to break the trance.
Swift if the journey of happiness and love,
Hastened by reality's hand, and time's harlot glove,
The beginning of the dreaded end is near,
And reality becomes a distant fear,
That draws him, as the light draws the moth,
Helpless, unwilling , a sudden hesitation doth,
Kill all memories, and now he enters there,
No looking back, no one should ever dare,
His life is short, but long enough to see,
That any man can reach his goal, by pure sympathy.
Death is just the beginning.
A mother’s natural instinct, a sixth sense and premonitions.
Surely this can’t all just be a coincidence?
Surely this proves, there’s more than meets the eye?
Surely this proves, we had a past life?
Maybe nobody actually dies and floats away into the sky.
Maybe we’re all reincarnated, again and again.
Just as Buddha, would have us believe.
So if we did become, enlightened like him,
Surely then, that would mean,
We are cheating death, by knowing of reincarnation
And surely we shouldn’t fear our final destination.
For when we die, we shall come back alive,
But no-one is willing to believe this, in case it’s a lie.
But we should have no fear, of the afterlife,
For if it’s final, then that shall just be the end of the line.
But if Buddha was right and he did walk into the light,
Then death should not be feared, maybe it should be embraced.
For when we die, it’s only the end of this life,
Another chance, to try to become enlightened
And when we have learned, what we are meant to know,
Maybe then, we shall reach our Heaven.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
#I_will_still_choose_you
In my lost form,
in my dilapidated state of health,
in my dimes and least
In my down and out
When every hope in my basket has been exhausted
When life has ravished me to my lowest
When everything seem dim and in vain
When all left is my word to you
Choosing you being not the option
Choosing you being the only shot at surving
When Choosing you may be the most uncomfortable decision
When the world conforming not to my choices
When life throws its best shots at me
For you chose me first
For you saw in me what I couldn't see
For you said you where here for eternity
For you chose me even when our predicament was against everything we stood for
I will chose you each day,
Like is our last on earth
In the midst of judgements
In the midst of public opinions
In the presence of haters and naysayers
In the world gun blazing to our union
Choosing you forever, sounds limiting
I wanna choose you for timeless gauge
I wanna choose you beyond what the universe,
science and nature can provide,
Against time
Against life itself
Against choices
I will still choose you through thick and thin
Through tears and joy
Through love and hate
Through time and space
I will still choose you even after life
Beyond death and reincarnation
Beyond creation and evolution.
I will still choose you
#Poetic_Ink
A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION - collab with JA Fraser
A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION
Proudly standing amidst three lochs, verdant hills
a Castle enciente breathing beauty but sadly chants
passed feuds sparking battles having harried their foe
and it's demise caused by Frigates cannonball screams.
Colonel MacRae-Gilstrap rebuilds now redeemed:
stoned arch bridge supersede the sea highway flow,
circular stairs and ceilings with coat of arms grants
changes made but its history today remains still
Tourists not deterred by ghost tales scary extreme
But await they exercise for imaginations to show
the setting, a romantic reincarnation that enchants
attracted lovers to celebrate their matrimonial thrill
Eilean Donan Castle in its stunning reachable location
pose the Western Highlands of Scotland a temptation.
Written by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Andrew Fraser
8:46 pm; August 18, 2015
I was flying down the highway, at a mighty rate of knots
The white posts flashing past me just a blur
Off home to my girl friend, for whom I had the hots
When out on to the road there came this cur
I made a swerve off to the right, just as he did the same
I made a quick adjustment, when he changed
He was ducking and a weaving, as if it was a game
I knew then that my future was arranged
The two wheels on the driver's side, were six inches in the air
Fighting with the wheel to get them down
A prayer flashed through my mind, get me out of here I swear
Promise I will go to Church next time in town
A tree I did not see coming, branches aimed right at the screen
I knew then that my life had reached its end
Thinking of the places, it would be better to have been
I knew that I would never take the bend
I felt no pain I looked around, knew Whoopi was somewhere
Hoping She would get me through the gate
I could look forward to a future, full of happiness, no care
I would never more have trouble on my plate
I knew things were not going well, when Whoopi did not come
In her place a smiling very young George Burns
He looked me in the eye and said, this is not your home
Some folks have to go back to take more turns
He was gone before I realised, I was there all alone
The clouds and pearly gates, it seemed were gone
In their place a handsome doctor, and nurses in white gowns
I had the strangest Déjà Vu, so bring it on
My memory was fading fast, the world seemed very new
My bum got smacked, I yelled out in surprise
I suppose I did the other things, that newborn babies do
Looks around at all the people, and then cries
They gave me to my mother, she held me oh so tight
Even gave my dark damp hair a little curl
But it was the next bit, where I really got a fright
Welcome to our happy family, baby girl
Whatever I did last time didn’t work
because here I am again.
Before I died I was Me
after I died I was Me
today I am Me.
But also now I am me, the spongy ego
that was fattened up on Catholic scripture
one flavor of monotheism
in which three dimensional humans grasp futilely
at infinitely dimensional God
[or Reality or Infinity or…].
Anomalously an individual has the
universal experience of God
and sets about to share the experience
and followers create a religion
that captures the essence
of what they thought the anomalous individual meant.
It is stale words promoting faith as a path to salvation
on a bright polished spoon
wielded by desperate yet confident people
selling something that they do not own.
I departed so we both could be alone.
In the center of myself
there is a vastness that can be elusive
where feelings arise
knowledge becomes wisdom
and Truth is illuminated.
Makes me smile when you say
sweet nothings with your eyes
the way you hold my hand
sweeps my cares away
and breaks all doubt of who loves me most
or is this a dream?
How can I remember
your tangerine touch
before it actually occurs?
Because my soul beckons yours prior to birth
in a saucy siren-like thunder
As liquid lightening your soul answers
burning passion in my consciousness
charisma karma carrying
my heart like a torch
for all to see like a teal tattoo
for all to feel as fuchsia fire
Dandelion dimples on my mind are memories
wrinkles of past waves of future
like curve of my lips
we go full circle in time
which we travel within prayers for guidance
to and fro to live and die
to be born and find
each other in a new way
a new day and another life
or was that just a dream
what you stranger I crave
do to me.