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Non- living world to hold hidden consciousness.
Under some favourable circumstances
asd suitable environ, life originated from non- living sources.
Started journey
through unicellular to multi -cellular organism
accommodating plant kingdom
and entering into animal world.
Process of evolution went on billions of years
very slowly and still going on under gradual refinement.
Realisation sprouting from intangible intuition
twined with cognitive impulsion
igniting dormant consciousness.
Conflagrating confluence of confusion
leading to path of enlightenment
breaking contour of ignorance
converging to consciousness.
Consciousness is capability of analytic judgement
overpowering 'selfishness, greed, malice
Strong sense of right and wrong,
confidence to count on justice.
supporting sanity and humanity.
Continuous evolution of consciousness running
excelling and refining to reach summit,
merging to supreme power.
Stalking
I want to write a poem about my friend Tim
He thinks I want to stalk everyone
Ahh my friend
That is so farther from the truth
What is stalking?
Stalking is being obsessed with someone
And won't leave that person alone
It is being consumed in your thoughts
That you don't have any sense of right and wrong
It is being out of control
Full of emotions, pent up anger
It's about being revenged
Whether that makes sense or not in that person's heart
Anyway, in the end someone loses
Either a sense of themselves
Or a sense of real being
Did I touch enough on the subject?
I hope I did
At least enough of telling you not to do it
Don't do it okay?
Not cool
I was once taught it was crazy (at least that’s what my Psychology professor said) for a person…any person…to hear voices in their head.
I understand the lesson my psychology professor was conveying…but I also know it all depends on what those voices might be saying.
I hear the voices of my parents as they were helping me to grow…I hear the voices of our children and grandchildren from not so long ago.
I hear the voices of my family as we celebrate a special day…I hear the voices of many a friend whom I’ve met along the way.
Some voices I hear help guide me…as they were meant to do…other voices, quite simply, I just love to listen to.
Whether these voices are giving me counsel…or allowing me sweet reveries…they have become my sense of right and wrong as well as a link to my memories.
Listening to these voices I’ve learned the world is not as black and white as my psychology professor said…
and that you don’t have to be crazy…
to hear voices in your head.
Forgive me but I just don't understand
What drives “people” to enter a school
Massacre forty young people
And burn their female teacher alive
It's beyond my comprehension
How an intelligent caring human being
Can willingly commit this atrocity
There lies the crux of the matter
They are NOT “intelligent caring human beings”
They are EVIL MONSTERS... period!
They don't belong to the HUMAN race!
They are freaks of nature
An anomaly... deviates from normal human behavior
Who have a totally warped sense of right and wrong
The lunatic fringe... THAT MUST BE STOPPED
At all costs... this cannot continue
This is NOT a normal human condition
Civilized people can fathom the depth
That these sub-humans will go to
As with the absolute majority of peace loving individuals
I am appauled beyond belief
I would like to say I'm speechless
Which is obviously not the case... this site is a forum
To express our absolute and utter rage
When these deviants commit these atrocities
IT'S A TOTALLY DISGUSTING OUTRAGE!!!
(a previous post)
Why is it so hard for some to have self control?
All you have to do is just have a little discipline.
It’s a state of mind you should never have to be told.
It’s based on strength of character that comes from within.
We’re all born with an inherent sense of right and wrong,
Whether into a family of the rich or the poor.
Someone with bad intentions always sings the same old song.
They use the excuse that they were never shown an open door.
No one ever said that life was easy or even fair,
But it’s up to you as an individual to see,
That everyone has their own demons and cross to bear,
And you’re the only one that can set yourself free.
No matter who you are or where you come from,
Or whether you believe in God or something else,
You can always choose to do something good for someone,
And know in your heart that goodness begins with yourself.
The melody is haunting me
Black and white, an old TV
A darkened room, the smoke perfume
insults the sense of right and wrong
Elbows rest upon a bar
Heads are bent, to hide the scars
and troubled souls have found a throne
Some will find a well known home
in a shot-glass of a song
A clarinet has cried the blues
A secret lies with deep regret
Who cares that no one gives a rip?
It's just enough to face the night
Another place to roll the dice
And once again, when tears have dried
they'll leave this place
without a face
to walk away without a trace
leaving me to wonder who
has left me in this darkened room
alone
Written while listening to Billie Holiday
The one who loved his mother well
gave her respect through out the years
when from a child he knew she cared
and seldom caused her many tears.
Although no saint, he always had
a sharpened sense of right and wrong
and though he traveled to many lands
he never stayed away for long.
For family was where he'd made
a home of comfort in his heart
with precious memories that stayed
from where his thoughts would not depart.
The one who loved his mother well
who cared for her through out his life
the love he gave, I'll ever tell
a legacy of a sweet and giving life.
Written on 5/23/2017