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To live is to forgive,
Asia is larger than a novel by Joseph Kessel.
To the icy ray of moon that crosses the window,
To the bee that stings your honey on the table of abundance,
Forgive the indifference and talent of New York poets,
To live is to forgive,
To his parents who scolded and lied to you often,
To the teacher who strikes his baton on the desk,
To the student who recites his fable without knowing it better,
To live is to forgive Joseph Kessel in the mountains,
To the nervous lions that hunt the elephants of Tanzania,
To capricious girls who take shampoos,
To the girls who want seducing cats and griffins.
To live is to forgive,
To lovers who eat dark chocolate,
To the bulls that haunt the dreams of the Spaniards,
To the prime numbers, this ridicules our cute reason.
November 22 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Acts 27-28
Key Verse – Acts 27:25 Wherefore, sirs, be of good cheer: for I believe God, that it shall be even as it was told me.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CHEERING US
WITH HIS GOODNESS
Praise be to God for cheering us with His goodness despite:
Oppositions opening ridicules
Opponents offering reproaches
Oppressions optimizing their restraints
Objections ostracizing us in their rebukes
Outcomes overwhelming us with reproofs
Acts 28:15 Praise be to the Lord for
giving us courage so we can:
Achieve with commitment by His graciousness
Accept challenges through His goodness
Act along character of gratefulness
Avoid carnality that is grievous
Accomplish for Christ’s glory
Acts 28:38 Praise be to the Saviour for
allowing us to preach His kingdom while:
Trusting His timeliness
Teaching about His truth
Toiling midst tests and trials
Testifying along His trustworthiness
Treading upon His turf and tarrying in His temple. Amen!
November 22, 2024
I'm trying to breath but it's hard to, living
in this world like being trapped behind d-
oor corner. Seeking for a light but still it's
like living in a night where a day will never
come, really, yeah, I'm stucked like a car in
need of a rope to be pulled to its owner.
Who is with heart to take me to the hills, ma-
ybe I can see a clear view than this mist I'm
faced with, my tears simply means you are t-
he one I need to get help from,come hold my
hand maybe this journey won't be so hard like
when I was alone.
They said,' two can accomplish twice as much
one can; they get a better return for their labour
.' If two under same blanket can gain warm from
eachother, then how one can; now I need you, for
strange nights and seasons are coming, this is a
task I must work out like ants preparing for winter,
better early than late.
I did try to run but it was like just walking,did try
to see but just before my toes, opened my ears
and heard nothing. I'm living in a cage of pains
so you come take me out, there's no cure without
someone's hand to reach for help, I'm burning like
a siner thrown in hell, oh,God help me.
I'm being insulted like a dog, come this voices are
hurting my ears I can't even focus on what I'm doi-
ng ,give me a drop of water even if it can be with a
tip of a nail I would appreciate that; this place is fire
,I'm lost I can't even tell this is a place I killed a boy
in my within to a man I'm, oh,I'm shouting come and
tow me up; can't face all this ridicules,isolation,enmi-
ty,stupidity,and such death alone, God come save my
soul.
You chose me not only this world,you had a purpose
about me,now let me be fruitful before mankind to fu-
lfill what was said by you when I was still in a womb
of my mother,let me not feel so trapped, take me into
your house like you did to David, let me fight with faith
for things I desire like Jacob/James did, give me power,
Oh,Lord that I may not be towed but to tow myself up,
let me burn like fire where no evil would take chances
about my soul, for my body is your church.Oh,I need you
Lord.
Cluster, clan, hanging bunch of grapes
- bustling collection children I dreamed
- Far from rationale, imagination run wild
- Adult life ridicules, idea is far less esteemed
When I babysat, pretended they were mine
- even the Asian one. Try to stop my stories!
- Wanted to be seen at sixteen as their mother
- Saw caregiving and fun sharer as ultimate glory
Perhaps a great majority of girls feel the same
- playing with dolls, structured, serious business
- But of course, options are much more enlightening
- High valued career compared to the longing within us
Being tied to a community, sweet trip indeed!
- commitment delivered, rewarded for decades
- Blink away your tears, perfection, I'm always here
- Each Mother knows her gratitude returned in spades
11th November
Does everything really exist?
Forgive me I tend to philosophise when I’m pissed
Scientist’s say that energy wants to exist
Like the warmth that you feel when you are kissed?
But they say that energy has to exist in large quantities
Does it mean we should touch not just our fingers but our bodies?
And elementary particles are dependent on others
Mingling the particles by making love quenches the hungers
Now I understand the basic theory of how things exist
Hick! This bottle of JD’s making me feel more and more pissed.
I GOT IT NOW!!!
For all the men that have been unfaithful
This excuse remember it well because it will be useful
One’s wife exists when you see her and hear her nags
To her friends, she ridicules you which sound like she brags
Here’s the science bit.
If you have an argument with your wife, go for a drive
And if you apply this theory correctly you will feel alive.
Because you are alone and therefore, she does not exist
And you have become a bachelor so you should be feeling bliss
Have a few drinks and play around with some women
When you leave them they won’t exist and stop being a lemon
But there is a warning, a warning of war
Never have another nonexistent woman in your house begging for more
For a nonexistent wife has a tendency to walk through the door
And believe me it’s not good trying to drink a bottle of JD to numb pain
When you get stabbed in the back by a nonexistent wife that’s insane….
I am devastated, dumbfounded, dismayed,
These people are so stupid, or crazy,
They threw some hot soup
On a painting by Claude Monet,
These people are ridiculous, wicked,
Who will listen to them? Not me,
How can you believe what they say?
They destroy immortal works,
These people are so stupid, or crazy,
No one will defend their cause,
They’re like child killers
Who come to talk to us about God.
Je suis catastrophé, médusé, atterré,
Ces gens sont si idiots, ou fous,
Ils ont jeté de la soupe chaude
Sur une toile de Claude Monet,
Ces gens sont ridicules, méchants,
Qui voudra les écouter ? Pas moi,
Comment croire ce qu’ils disent ?
Ils saccagent des œuvres immortelles,
Ces gens sont si idiots, ou fous,
Personne ne défendra leur cause,
Ils sont comme des tueurs d’enfant
Qui viennent nous parler de Dieu.
afternoon stroll
I walked into a landscape painting made of chlorophyll
in eleven variations, and there were no adolescent girls
around suffering from sclerosis, but did see a pale face
in a car driving by, cattle string incomprehensively at
the painting
the heaven was pale blue with hasty brush strokes
of fondly white painted looking like the top crest of
waves gone astray, petrified by loneliness
Rocks too, were green as decaying teeth and sheep
shorn looking ridicules and ashen among verdant
olive trees
As the sun was about to hibernate and night cast
shadows on the silent stage, colors evaporated
I thought of Saddam Hussein, already forgotten
had a daughter who loved him, saw him as tragic
a figure fighting the occupiers
This teaches us one needs not to be saint to be
loved
The moon, the shaved headed nun,
exhausted from cruel torture though
hung her slender neck onto a limb of a tree
stares at the bruise, the branded grudges in her heart,
for she couldn’t close her sorrow-filled eyes
and now, for the sake of the nun, the wind,
the dying consumptive going with reciting the broken spells;
he picks the spells up that fell onto the ground and puts them
into a bag he carries
the night grows deeper and deeper,
the night flows more and more…
The awaken tombstones, which have lost their owners,
were inhale the ridicules once they threw at the pale face
hung on that tree, munch the annual rings that slowly decaying;
the stones dance madly intoxicated from the indigested annual rings
with the legs as stiff as mummy’s
From horror of this long night
the branches of the tree are shuddering,
and the forehead blood vessel, which is full of turbid blood,
is swelling up awfully with heavily ticking time, licking horrible
motionless hour, and burst,
for the night grew deeper,
for the night flowed longer…
The uproar that scattered over the marsh
and a glimmer of light that was thrown into the bottom of the abyss,
embrace each other within the gulf of silence and darkness
Stay away, don't come here,
Keep to yourself from now on,
I need to be alone now,
I don't want to do what you want,
You see, my mind is on a downhill slope,
Sliding on down through my head,
Sliding down away from you,
Because of the things that you said,
Reminding me my thoughts don't fit,
Don't fit to your foolish scheme,
My mind reminds me how different we are,
How you're not part of my dream,
You defend the one who ridicules the most,
His slander, derision and hurt,
Just to make himself feel big,
No matter how much he has burnt,
This adult you defend becomes lesser to me,
He is never allowed to be wrong,
So I guess my mind will be less here and now,
This isn't the place I belong.
The heavenly gift
I received from the Unseen
Covering me - head to toes
Had turn tumult, bringing me foes.
The beautiful colour
In which I was wrapped by God
Lauding His craftsmanship
Had turn twine, fetching me enemies.
Intimidations that never seems to stop
Discriminations and reviling words
Maltreatments born of different race
Are daily battles which I continue to face.
My existence they relegate to naught
If I was made to live, they fueled my doubt
In me they plant racial fears
As their chants keeps provoking my tears.
Racists, never choose to forget;
That black or white shell,
Same yolk we’ve got to produce
In our veins, same blood runs through.
Your white, you never chose
My black, a divine gift
Pleasing and beautiful are both
Why then the racial discriminations and rifts?
In harmony that knows no culture
In unity that mocks no race
In love that ridicules no colour
We can all build humanity and set the pace.
Let's leave the fire of rivalism quenched
For unhealthy it is for our existence
Let's take the heat of racism off its meridian
And appreciate the green grasses from the other sides.
#BlackLivesMatters
#NoToRacism
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Inspiration: A T-shirt held by Barrack and Michelle Obama with the message: I Did Not Choose To Be Black, I Just Got Lucky