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1/16/21
As of recent times
Another one-sided agreement signed
I'm trying to leave the impact of a meteorite
Very little peace of mind
Haven't found, what I seek to find
Struggling to sleep at night
I do not need advice
I'm a decent guy
It doesn't matter if anybody else does, as long as I believe in I
We just can't always see eye to eye
Not thinking outside the box, then you will be confined
If you never mean to try
Quickly you will fall behind
Not everything is good
Nothing withstood
The test of time
Another one out the door, and another next in line
In a world full of pesticides
Humans still committing genocides
It was emphasized
Or just swept aside
Felt like I made tremendous strides
In nearly every area, I started to specialize
Then I began to feel dead inside
It's been a pathetic plight
And an epic fight
During a hectic life
Close and far from Septic pipes
Can't handle the truth, they always want to edit my
Content, don't want to let it fly
I did it wrong, but said it right
There really is an end in sight
Which is why, it's so important to always try your best in life
President Donald Trump Is On The Precipice Of Starting A Global War
Trump has said that if Iran doesn't open the Strait of Hormuz by 8 pm Eastern Time, “A whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again.”
The darkest words on the darkest page of the darkest chapter of Trump's darkest book are being played out today and being read with possible grave consequences. With every minute nearing the deadline, I feel like a knife is stabbing my heart. Because if Iran and Trump don't see eye to eye, it will be a very sad ending if Trump carries on with his plan. If Trump lights the match, it may prompt America's enemies, namely Russia, China, and North Korea, to side with Iran and martyrdom. But I think it will go deeper than this when all eyes of the world's population are watching on and see America wipe out Iran's whole civilization (93 million people), our country is going to pick up a lot of hate, collateral damage, and enemies.
Unfortunately, Trump is digging a hole when he didn't have to.
What would George Washington do? He probably looks at the other 80% of the oil that doesn't transport through the Strait of Hormuz and other energy sources, or even drills at home instead of committing genocide (which is the direction Trump is going towards). You see, some Presidents can think and don't suffer from an inferiority complex or narcissistic behavior.
Upon hearing all this, I'm very upset and sickened. Trump's ultimatum is a ticking time bomb. He's put America's way of life at stake, where our future livelihood and safety are very vulnerable to being attacked by our mounting enemies. Even as we speak, our allies and NATO are giving Trump the cold shoulder and are reluctant to assist in forcing Iran to open the Strait of Hormuz.
Normally, I'd pray for a windfall in my direction--good health, good deals, good catches, good friendship, and good wealth, but today I would trade all those prayers and pray for the Iranian people, their families, their cultures, and their way of life. I can empathize with them being pawns under their government's regime during this war and being under extreme duress as their country faces Trump's ultimatum today. I pray to God that there is a shining light at the end of the tunnel and that Iran is saved.
connie pachecho
4/7/26 430pm EST
The days the days the days. I still hear your voice call my name.
A different time it was back then.
And a time gone forever - that’s hard to say.
We still could crack a smile through the pain are relationship did strain.
We didn’t see eye to eye but I think we respected what each would say.
I find that when darkness comes I remember the cracks and creases on your face. I see your smiling eyes and hear your laughter deep in my brain.
Though the times you’d made me cry, sometimes you didn’t know what to say. Now you’re gone I love you more and more every new and passing day.
The games they played with love. The pain they caused you by trying to slur our name.
I can only feel love when I think I hear your voice calling out my name.
Said Fred, the resentful Doorman,
(overworked and underpaid)
to Ed, the surly Foreman,
(overrated yet undismayed)
'I'll call you a cab, if you beckon,
you'll want a quick getaway, I reckon,'
and snidely sniggered,
under his breath, 'You're a hack!'
surprising the top nob on the job,
as, Fred had the knack
of insulting, without denigrating,
and yet, debating
whether to hold a grudge,
Ed decided, 'Yes,' but not a big one,
which he couldn't carry, as it wouldn't budge.
And altho', toe to toe,
the two did not see eye to eye,
so, trading barbed epithets
and loud expletives on the fly,
they let go at one another,
I don't know, so don't ask me why.
When it comes to politics, as in nature…as in life…we would be a fool
to think every question has a simple answer…
to think here are no exceptions to a rule.
Look at all the issues facing us today…each side knows the other’s way of thinking is medieval
Each side knows they are right and they are good…and the other side is evil.
Republicans know they are fair and just and honorable in their beliefs
as do the democrats…
But nothing we believe is that uncomplicated…It’s never as simple as that.
There is a story behind every one of us…a reason we think and act the way we do
and it has taken a lifetime of experiences for us to form our point of view…
I cannot dismiss or banish you…just because the two of us don’t agree.
Any more, just because we don’t see eye to eye, that you can dismiss or banish me.
So how do we end this stalemate…as well as our mutual hatred, anger and fear?
If we want to be a great country…where do we go from here?
I believe we should be doing something…we should have been doing all along…
Look to nature for our inspiration because nature will never steer us wrong.
When we’re so very rigid in what we believe…in what we vehemently proclaim….
Nature reminds us life is all about change…that nothing ever stays the same.
That’s why we have four seasons…because after the cold and snow that Winter brings
once the ice begins to melt…the flowers can bloom again in Spring.
We are in the midst of a cold, cold winter…the only way out would be if and when…
we bring back the Springtime and allow our flowers to bloom again.
It doesn’t take a genius, an expert…a prodigy…or a whiz
to understand how nothing in nature is perfect…yet everything in nature is.
I’m not saying it will be easy to blend our beliefs and hopes and dreams
because if we’ve learned anything from nature it’s that nothing is ever as simple as it seems.
But, I for one, am tired of the winter…I’m ready for the birds again to sing…
I’m ready for the sun to shine, the ice to melt and the flowers to bloom again in Spring.
When we are children it is our innocent heart that guides us…that opens our eyes…to the beauty and wonders that surround us…that teaches us how to fly.
As we grow older our mind joins our heart in guiding us…in perfecting how we fly…
but often our heart and mind are at odds…they don’t always see eye to eye.
(Sometimes I wonder if that’s why we were created with two eyes…and why those eyes are kept apart…one eyes connects to our mind…the other to our heart.)
Then comes a time when we are older….with our hearts and minds now open wide…when we realize we were better off with but a single guide…
A time when our mind has evolved….
and this wisdom is happy to impart:
How we will see more beauty in the world…
when our eyes are guided by our heart.
Contest: The Power of Fiction
Sponsor: Natasha Scaagg
Written: 091026 2:35PMCST
I am not a fan of novels, but there
Are two that arrested, held, and compelled
Me to ride along and feel the thoughts and
emotions that the writer portrayed in the book.
One novel was about the French Revolution.
This second novel was about the westward
movement. It painted the portrait of the settlers
And their bold treak across what would become
America. It was dangerous and all consuming.
I could feel their determination to succeed.
I could sense within my own heart that
They felt that failure was not an option;
Not just because of them and their cause,
But for the generations that were to follow.
Their story was filled with intrigue and hope.
Their story was also my story; one of just
enough success to keep them moving forward.
Foes like weather, landscape, and indians were
Plentiful. Courage was the only friend that
I saw and felt inside of those trail blazers.
It's as if the newly discovered world
That Columbus saw was not large
Enough for the new settlers from Europe.
So, they sought survival and a new life by
Heading west, seeking new settlements in a
Foreign land; a land that could be hell; Or it
Could be heaven, depending on who survived
And how. This quest drove them clear across
To the Pacific Ocean.
But as I continued to read, I felt the pain;
The pain as if a never ending story of
Sickness, death, diseases, and wars;
Of Church corruption, Government overkill.
Romance, and interpersonal relationships.
As I continued to read, through an imaginary
Window, I could see their story, alive and filled
With passion such as the kind that thrives in me.
As I continued to read, through an imaginary
Mirror, I could see images of me, the trail
Blazer in me, taking the road less travelled by.
I felt the emotions in choices of evil.
I felt the pain of mankind's inabilities,
Not to see eye to eye, but to coexist.
I tell you; It felt like I was there. It was by far
the most unforgettable nvel that I have ever
experienced. I ...
MOTHER’S DAY CONTEMPLATION
She towered over me; she frowned.
So tall til we could see eye to eye.
Dad would growl, “Don’t talk back!”
What does that mean?
As I rounded the corner of motherhood, myself,
my mom’s always been there with an inclined ear.
I kept my smile but I would duly growl at my kids —
perhaps at times, a bit insane.
There’s a reason for a book such as
Diary of a Mad Housewife — I’ve
never read it, but the title captivates me.
A mother looks back through the pages
of her children’s lives - the smiles and hugs,
the punch out screams and tears (not
just for two year olds but for teenage years)
We’re glad to see them leave. We miss them.
The atrophy of family. The added branches
to the family tree. The contrast battling.
We love them, most of all. They break our hearts.
They melt our hearts when they recall our names.
I think I hear the phone ring.
Hip! Hip! Hooray!
The one who religiously calls me at midnight
has dialed me on a bright May morning.
As I sip my coffee and contemplate
this thing called motherhood,
let me never give up on those I’ve raised
to be good.
5/10/2020
Life, they say has no meaning,
If all that we live for is an illusion.
If you don’t see my efforts,
Then why do I try it anyway?
Why give my best,
If my best is not going to get me anywhere?
It was just like yesterday;
When you and I were kids alone,
Now that you are fully grown;
You don’t even want to say “hey”,
So you are full-fledged;
You don’t want to look at my face,
Remember when in the rain we were drenched,
Because you couldn’t keep up to my pace?
As a friend I waited;
As a brother I held your hand tight,
You and I were face to face,
But we couldn’t see eye to eye,
We were obliquely opposite like fire and ice,
Cos you couldn’t value the portrait we painted,
It was about you and me;
It was about friendship.
Many things analogous both of us dream,
But the way we think and act, quite different to both of us it may seem.
Though each of us judges by the deeds we do and the attitudes we keep,
Ultimately the karma we sow is the karma we reap.
Both of us desire a better way and name,
But can we really say this or acclaim?
Our thoughts oppose each other like the night and the day,
As the way we think and do is not in the same way.
Not a single way we amicably agree,
What’s apt for you, in no way seems correct to me.
And on all the topics we do not see eye to eye,
On different points of view we seemingly abide by.
At times within me we deliberate and ponder,
Why can bonds between us not grow fonder?
Why can’t your opinion be as good as mine?
Then both of us don’t have to between us whine.
Why can’t both of us agree to work this upon?
So our differences are all gone….
Let us give this a try,
And together agree without blinking an eye.