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Because there will never be a perfect globe.
I'm going to cope.
I'm still young, and my small queries don't matter.
It's me versus fate in this battle.
There is a lot of unfathomable concealment from us.
It is all left to be discussed.
My loved ones and those I despise aren't perfect; they merely try their best.
I guess feelings were never meant to be expressed.
People come and go. It's in their nature.
Life's about finding our hidden treasures.
Our lives are too short to cry.
It's all about learning to rely.
The past won't recur, and the future cannot be foreseen.
The journey starts the moment you break yourself from the routine.
Society doesn't matter and doesn't care about you.
What matters is who you grow into.
We hereby solemnly pledge on our sacred honor.
Fully realize, "now is the time which try men's
souls." Admitting, "we are in clear and present
danger! Fully recognizing we all need to rely
upon a higher power and authority
Than ourselves. "And they shall seek
Me and they shall find me when they
Shall search for me with all of their hearts."
Let us humbly pray for world peace
Justice and harmony." Let the flags
Of freedom and liberty fly high upon the
earth
"We are to love one another as I
Have Love you." Greater love has
No man than he who is wiling
To lay down his life for his
Brothers and Sisters!
And harmony. "Let us pray for the
Peace of Jerusalem and the middle
East" "Let us pray for world peace
And harmony." "There never was
A good war nor a bad peace."
"Now is the time for all good men to
Come to The aid of our country."
"Now is the time for good men
And women to come to the
Aid of their party.
"A house divided against
Itself can not stand."
" Ask not what your country
Can do for you, but ask what can you
Do for your country."
We "pledge alliance to the flag of the
United States Of America to the republic
for which It stands one nation under God
Indivisible with liberty and
Justice for all!
"The pen is mightier than the sword."
"Those who live by the sword must
Die by the sword." "You shall not kill!"
"Put on the whole armor of God."
"Your kingdom come your will be
Done on earth as it is in heaven.
"The Lord is my light and my salvation;
Whom shall I fear? the Lord is the
Strength of my life; of whom shall
I be afraid?"
"Let there be peace on earth and let
It begin with me. " Blessed are
The peace makers for they shall be
The children of God." Blessed are
The pure in heart for they shall
See God. "Blessed are the meek
For they shall inherit the earth."
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
May 30, 2020
I’m standing on the deck, coffee in hand,
Three dogs by my side as the rain comes to land.
No thunder, no lightning—just a warm, gentle fall,
To nourish God’s botany, soft blessing to all.
The morning, she rises—I watch the rain fade,
Serenity spills from the colors God made.
As the light is revealed, it quiets my mind,
A rare little peace that’s so hard to find.
They don’t speak in words, yet their hearts never stray,
Their eyes full of knowing, by my side they stay.
Their loyalty anchors what chaos might shove—
These souls at my feet, faithful echoes of love.
We rely on each other, loyalty abound
Precious gifts in my life, with love so profound.
The clouds start to drift, leaving blue in their trail,
The hush of the morning, like a soft-spoken tale.
Each paw print beside me, a story well known,
the battles we've weathered and how much we've grown.
No need for noise, or the rush of the race,
I’ve found what I need in this calm, sacred place.
No medals, no mirrors, no need to pretend—
Just three loving hearts and a moment to mend.
They’ve seen all my tears, know each crack in my soul,
Laid beside me when shadows were out of control.
No voices, no vows—just unwavering grace,
they are all that I need… in this wide, aching place.
Last night, in a most ***** dream, I saw my garden
Never as I would have dared imagine it
It was alive, breathing and was the place where there was a great happening
A party, yes, a party, of a most wondrous kind
Enjoyed by tiny people
People our eyes cannot discern
A little fairy dressed with a rose petal, appeared in my mind
And said, hey, you do need to tend to that little haven
The flowers, when they do breathe, do be the homes of the gnomes
Why, that once beautiful garden did allow the pixies to work out their choreographies
Always were we all partying, always singing and dancing
For of a most fresh lawn, fragranced flowers and a beautiful setting, we did have a treat
More, in the summer, when none of you, giant beings, would be home
We would just recline on the water lilies and relish the warmth of the sunshine
Why, I woke up with a jolt
And as from dawn, tended to my garden with a radiant heart
My garden does allow for life to thrive, life of a most wondrous kind
Of course, I believe in the being of those little people
Of course, I shall make sure they do get to enjoy their dazzling parties
Yes, of course, for those little people do rely on me for their well being!
We were (Leong, Peter, Anna and I) eating at a popular Italian eatery (outdoors) and the check arrived - I swooped across the table and grabbed the check from the waiter. Peter whispers, “You can’t pay for everything the entire weekend.” “Why not?” I say, “It makes me happy.” “There’s no reason to,” he says. “I need a REASON??” I snort, which always makes Leong laugh. “Have you MET me?” I say, shaking my head dubiously. “I’ve met you,” he pronounces, “and you’re a NUT. Thank you,” he says, indicating the check exasperatedly.
Peter’s transfinancial: a rich man trapped in a poor man’s body. He has taste but he exists on a grant and a meager stipend. We’re just friends but I’m holding a bag and he’s not. Besides, he needs a new laptop - badly - and shouldn’t be squandering his grips on me.
Greek-life is on the rise. Maybe it's because those groups offer planned social events or because, with COVID winding down (covid smovid) there’s more going on. There’s a pressure here - to be your most authentic self - to be top academically, socially - to have your calendar filled out. There’s a frantic nature to it. I’m being lowkey rushed for a fraternity (for next year) but I love my roommate situation and I think I’d druther stick with this set I love.
Which begs the question about social time. Should it be methodical, relentless, super planned out? Super planned interactions can seem transactional and not easy going and natural. College social life is so different from high school. College life is so much more charged in every way. The range of people you meet, the broader perspectives, the available options for activities.
I find myself in a search for balance. Private time vs social time. Before covid, you’d go to school and then you’d come home to your room, where you could just hang out. It was a self-care place.
At university, a dorm room is less of a “home” where you can be alone and spend that healing time. You never know who's going to be in your living room and what they’re up to. I get claustrophobic when my door is closed so I rely a lot on noise-canceling technology.
A dorm room can seem like those covid lockdown days - there’s little or no separation between academic and private space. I’m just unpacking some thoughts. *shrug*
Slang:
set = click/group
grips: duckets/money
holding a bag = flush/monied
An ocean view
Sudden thoughts of death
Life is given through the form of every breath
While air has its own properties
With no eyes legs or arms but travels magnificently
Who can realistically imagine the heat the sun gives from such distance
ITs presence, is so divine
Any closer the sun rays can shine
It ill melt away all forms of life problems including what troubles the mind
Being alive is equipped with all sorts of behavioral tendencies
Plants use oxygen to release
Water helps rocks increase
Humans rely on each other to teach
Being spiritual has nothing to do with an individual
Through belief faith is formed
All physical properties witness the external treat of
"It's Existence"
A Higher Power extremely gifted
Not by a talent inherited only
Authentic
March 12 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 19-21
Key Verse –Judges 21:2 And the people came to the house of God, and abode there till even before God, and lifted up their voices, and wept sore.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY WEEPING’S COMFORTER
Lord God, You are my weeping’s Comforter toward soul-rejoicing
Thank You for bringing me to Your merriment’s praising
As I lodge in Your care, and through Your love, arising
To draw nigh to You always and grow in Your blessing.
Lord God, You are my weeping’s Comforter toward sin-departing
Thank You for enabling me to focus on holiness’ setting
As I turn from worldliness, unbelief and constant doubting
To sojourn in Your worship’s blissful uplifting.
Lord God, You are my weeping’s Comforter toward provision-receiving
Thank You for granting me satisfaction in my sincere serving
As I seek Your peace midst obedience of faith-thriving
To hearken to You with humility with heart that’s verily loving.
Lord God, You are my weeping’s Comforter toward inheritance-keeping
Thank You for counselling me against temptation-trapping
As I battle along ministry-involvement stopping
To overcome attacks of ceasing in soulwinning and reaping.
Lord God, You are my weeping’s Comforter toward grace-arraying
Thank You for reviving me against arrogance-slaying
As I rely on You with earnestness shown in fervent praying
To ascend to stewardship fruitfulness without slothful delaying.
Lord God, You are my weeping’s Comforter toward righteous path-walking
Thank You for letting me be occupied with heavenly undertaking
As I follow Your commandments against covenant-breaking
To delight in You, blessed against provision-lacking.
Lord God, You are my weeping’s Comforter toward salvation-enriching
Thank You for pulling me from carnality-snatching
As I seek Your favour while learning from every preaching
To live in Your compassion as I do right by Your teaching.
March 12, 2023
Tell me what you require of me?
Tell me why are you playing with my dignity?
You have sent all type of Tom,
Dick and Harry to maneuver my life
Stranger, neighbor and family member
All are cruel people with material mind
They don’t care a dam if I live or die
You come in the dead heat of the night
Issuing all types of disorder, everyone
Knows what’s going on except me
Even when I get the victory
The person feeling the pain is me
The person getting the blame is me
The person that has no shame is me
You have been hiding behind the doors for fifty six years
And following me everywhere with your stupid show
You constantly keep spoiling the show everywhere I go
You mash up my computers hack my mobile phone
And you give the code to the people on the street to bother me
Sometimes I understand and sometimes I don’t
Because I do not have time to process everything
Especially when I am on the go
I have always led an independent life
And I never had to rely on anyone
But since I came to this country
I have been facing all kind of misery
You do not know when enough is enough you
You really enjoy the cuss cuss
You delight in causing chaos in taxi and minibus
Nobody is saying anything to me
All that they are doing is cursing me
And cause someone that cannot rule
Make me look like a fool
My heart is full and my spirit is burning
to be in a unique place that is quite deserving
I have been holding back the tears
that has been haunting me for many days
I swallow the spit and tolerate the
That was set to pull me down into the pit
I tried to cry, I tried to make a sigh but
I couldn’t breathe a word
Is this what you call culture?
Everyone knows what’s going on except me
And this has hurt my dignity,
I was never part of their show
No matter which why it goes
The house is turning around
And the clown will wear a new crown
My heart feels it and my spirit reveals it
There is just a few more days to go
Before the start of the new show
It’s Friday evening
And the people are cruising
My heart is flaming and the bed is burning
No time to loose no time to be confused
You have just heard the news
I must leave this place before I am bruise
Let the new show begin.
As a child, I watched from afar, and dreamed of getting the call.
While others chased the moment, I prepared to risk it all.
Dreams hit hard, when you're staring on the wall,
Train your hands, stand your ground, get ready for it all.
BUILD IT UP! BUILD IT LOUD!
Raise it high above the crowd!
Fists may fight and kingdoms fall—
What we build survives us all!
The road grew steep and tested, every step I made.
Each scar became the price, that stubborn courage paid.
You never prove your strength by claiming you're the best.
The hammer meets the anvil—then the iron takes the test.
I raised one stone, then someone laid another down.
Until our separate hands became the bones of town.
Walls mean nothing if they only shut us in.
Build the doors, and let the wider world come in.
BUILD IT UP! BUILD IT LOUD!
Raise it high above the crowd!
Fists may fight and kingdoms fall—
What we build survives us all!
So judge me not by the enemies I've driven to the ground.
But by the doors I've opened, and the homes I've found.
For victory rings hollow, when the fighting's done—
A warrior counts what he has built, not the battles he has won.
Leave a bridge, leave a shelter, leave a name.
Leave more standing, than you ever fed the flame.
When the dust settles, and silence fills the fields,
Warriors rely not on the sword—but on what their building yields.
BUILD IT UP! BUILD IT LOUD!
Raise it high above the crowd!
Fists may fight and kingdoms fall—
What we build survives us all!
BUILD IT UP! BUILD IT LOUD!
Raise it high above the crowd!
Fists may fight and kingdoms fall—
What we build survives us all!
Some seek not the Father's will,
For they don't want to serve Him;
They rely on their own knowledge
To take only what pleases them.
They turn their ears away from the truth,
Listening to myths and false stories;
Ideas or beliefs that are not true
Cause chaos, schism, and miseries.
One of satan's strategies is gossip,
The twisted truth turns into slander;
The devil's corrupt cohorts
Try to persuade the believer.
Always be awake and alert,
The enemy is prowling around;
Like a roaring lion, he looks for someone
To swallow, so hold our ground.
We must resist the foe's temptations,
Getting not stupefied by profit and pleasure;
Be faithful midst terrible sufferings,
To attain the promised land in the future.
Don't throw away this trust in the Lord,
No matter what comes our way;
Try our best to please the Father,
Take the crown come Judgment Day.