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The ominous skeletal army advanced on the elfin couple
Sheenah stopped the handsome soldier
She indicated that she would join him in life or death.
His cause was her cause.
He gave her a gentle smile. You realize the sacrifice right?
Sheenah did, but he was worth it. She had seen him in her dreams.
His handsome face turned into a skeletal mask of terror.
She laid down and waited to be devoured or sacrificed.
Weirdly enough the skeletal army carefully stepped around her.
She watched them go, wondering what had happened.
It is enough that you were willing to make the sacrifice, he said.
His face was handsome. He had turned into an Elfin Lord.
I am Eli, he told her. And you are my new queen.
Sheenah, a faerie willing to lay down her life to join their cause.
Immortal now, she helped Eli lead his army to the edges of the valley.
They had people to collect, lives to straighten out, and lessons to teach.
She had never felt more vital, wanted or cherished.
Today was the beginning of her happily ever after.
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After a failed attempt at a long lasting relationship. I decided to find someone who I understood. When it comes to objections and goals, people often lack sincerity when discussing such. People laugh at your goals and often tell your goals and hopes to other people. Often to people who can afford to do the things you wish to do." It's like finding a secret compartment full of treasure. Gossiping and devaluing a relationship can lead to helping other make better decisions.When people use other people's goals to straighten out their own lives, they are often engaging in a mix of social learning, goal mirroring, or, in more negative cases, manipulation and codependency. People do this for a few key reasons, and the dynamic can either be healthy or highly toxic depending on the intent.---Goal mirroring generally refers to understanding or mimicking the intended objective or end result of an action, rather than perfectly copying the physical movements themselves---------------------"His name was stumbled into memerance due to her mentioning it."--
-------------------------------------While asserting personal boundaries and expecting basic community respect is healthy, an inflated sense of being "owed" often stems from emotional immaturity, a lack of self-awareness, or cultural conditioning-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"I owe her nothing as she is seen now as vile!" Written by: Epicurus Citium--------------------
We don't like what you're doing
Let alone what you have done
If you continue this quest to bring us to ruin
We'll blow you all to kingdom come
With a peace through strength solution
We ready up the tanks
As we bow our heads thanking Jesus
For blessing us this day
Did someone call for the World Police
To straighten out this mess
Here to beat you senseless
Knock around a few heads
Whether or not you know it
We know better than you
As we send our men into foreign laands
With our own brand of the god awful truth
With liberty and justice
We'll spank you into place
All the while with heads bowed
Continually saying grace
And once we've solved that problem
We'll move on to the next round
Set you up till we've had enough
Only to knock you all back down
With a backpack on her back she waves me goodbye
as my heartstrings pull tight I smile, but I don't cry
My little girl is starting school day, with a gleam in her eye
she says " momma I'm ready" is the bus here yet ?
The house sits empty and the only sound is the sound of my kettle.
I try to recall a day without her but I can't,
she's been glued to my soul, since the day she was born
"Its only kindergarten" I say as a way to ease my mind
but I know my heart feels like mush today, " I need to be kind"
I go to her room and straighten out her bed
and by the amount of crumbs on her bear, I know he's been fed
"She'll be back soon enough" I say to myself,
Its every mother's hope, that her daughter stays safe everyday
I used to thank God each time the front door opened
and a little voice said, " Mommy, I'm home!"
With a backpack on her back she waves me goodbye,
and I know I'm going to miss her, I can't lie.
There was a little Nubian;
The kids just called her Split.
Banana was her mama, and
She looked like her a bit.
One day Split caught a nasty bug,
A mean old parasite.
It nearly took the poor girl out;
few thought she’d make the night.
But Miss Split caught a break that day,
Some say she caught one good;
An old goat came and took her in
And did the best he could.
It took a while, but she came ‘round,
Could stand all on her own.
You’d never know that she’d been sick
With all the progress shown.
The kids were glad to see their pet
And raised a joyful shout!
The only problem was one leg;
It wouldn’t straighten out.
So GV took to feeding her
To help that leg get straight,
And even though she hobbles some,
She’s really doing great.
That old goat drops by here and there,
Checks in from time to time;
Miss Split comes running out to him
And says she’s doing fine.
Meditate while quietly humming a love song
Colors of love are added on top and are strong
Strive to straighten out the twisted lost links
An unlocked door awaits you; just buy drinks.
Draw in and don't leave until the conclusion
A breeze that was bringing a feeling of sorrow
Wet and fragrant, the sadness of tears
On the sites, we hugged to dispel fears.
Lilies picked from yards, bold snake unless
The effort to earn peace is a benign progress
In the pandemonium, it is veiled, so soon success
It can live by sucking life and smiling in distress.
Silence and havoc, dying in the process
when peace comes and the fighting is over
A huge blast of fireworks will cover
Akin to a rain of stars, sparks will scatter.
And, like many lost lives, will fade away
Each explosion should remind humanity
of mankind's exquisite fragility.
Resting under the willow moon
Our lost souls long for rebirth and swoon
We have paid all our debts to the devil
Only crystal tears remain on a different level.
We will endure until the situation changes
We will relive under the healing sun's range.
The first time I met Mei Is Woe, I felt so badly, I begged our co-workers to give up a sick day in the sick day fund, not realizing they had done that so many times, it would not be an easy collection.
Our selfish co-workers flatly and adamantly refused to contribute to Mei Is Woe’s flower fund, even after I told them about her bursitis, lupus, and long time suffering boyfriend’s non re-election.
I wasn’t going to share this, I admitted, pulling out the big guns, because poor Mei asked me not to, but she’s out sick today, to straighten out her unfortunate drug-addicted relatives, who are anything but perfection.
Yes, completely honest Mei is Woe had nothing but trouble, and no matter how hard I begged, or how much she suffered, our co-workers seemed non-caring, and totally un-eager to help with my well-intended collections
Finally, In-the Know, another fairly new co-worker heard the “truth” as we like to say and said, Bill, you might as well give up, no one is going to contribute, and I tell you this with total love and affection.
I already knew it though, because I had spent the morning going room to room, and spoken to everybody, about my grave concerns for sweet, darling, forth-coming Mei’s well-being, and what we could do with good intentions.
Mei is Woe texted me at midnight last night that her long-suffering mother who had recently had a heart attack, was precariously close to death, and she needed cold hard cash, for her oven which was on the blink, convection.
Several insensitive colleagues howled with laughter upon hearing this news, sharing that Mei Is Woe’s mother had passed in ’84, ’91, and ’08 before they started writing down for what went the money collection.
Mei is Woe was eliminated from my phones after she abandoned me for a psychiatrist, who would not write a doctor’s excuse, but whisked her away from the world, possibly understanding Mei is Woe’s chronic affliction.
Time's never been a friend
To my life, now toward the end
I have so many regrets
There's too many to forget
My mind swirling with mistakes
Leaving me to badly shake
When they cross my daily thoughts
Months and years are being fought
Trying to straighten out
All the sorrow and the doubt
That has crossed my path of life
Struggles, heartache and the strife
Are glued to me like disease
A sickness that will not leave
Covering me in bad pain
As these pictures flash again
Through my brain, its neverending
All the messages they are sending
Makes me want a do over
So I can backtrack and cover
All the darkness with a light
Making all the wrong things right
But there's no way to go back
As sad pictures daily smack
Me right in this heart of mine
Full of torture, no sunshine
There is a violent war that’s not in movies.
These soldiers we lost are not seen on TVs.
Friendly fire is the biggest killer of our men.
Per soldier lost at war, at home we lost over 10.
People know of PTSD and shell shock.
But the effects must be taken stock.
We civilians don’t know what they go through.
As their mission ended with nothing left to do.
The training and survival skills do not go away.
The paranoia and fear are in the brain to stay.
Losing purpose and absent structure remain.
Leads to wild thoughts some feel are insane.
To help this issue we learn to band together.
Soldiers and civilians become of one feather.
The group is created to address the mess.
Allowing soldiers a place free to confess.
By linking all our bodies, souls and mind,
We continue the motto No Man Left Behind.
Put your feet on the ground and breathe deep.
Go up and down, quieting thoughts to a peep.
Fully balance out your body from head to toe.
Watch the changes as you reap what you sow.
Feel your body tremble working through pain.
Doing rep after rep, finding a pace to sustain.
Logging the numbers to account for the grind.
Crushing the haters you’re leaving behind.
Both internal and out keep their mouth shut.
Knock out a set and they can kiss your butt.
Suicide may have previously won the battle.
But Americans are not Grim Reaper’s cattle.
We’ve banded together to win this fight.
Saving lives at home is what’s in sight.
Whether you do many thousands or just two.
The squats can straighten out a mind screw.
Forcing the blood through our bodies quick.
Turning soft legs into muscle hard and thick.
Forging our glutes into newfound rocks.
Quieting the mental voice that mocks.
Demons can pucker and kiss our rock butts.
Squat therapy can prevent deep wrist cuts.
Connecting with distant suicide fighters.
Illuminating the dark room with lighters.
Helping one other on our physical journey.
Carrying the fallen on a virtual gurney.
The strong reach out and will carry the weak.
Forging us forward on the challenge we seek.
Some days disappoint and others we surprise.
But the goal of what we do is to open the eyes.
The experience I’m discussing is Mission 22.
It’s been an honor to share the ride with you.
So although we will approach the 2,200 soon.
The best is yet to come for us, so stay in tune!
She's awash in contradictions.
Though you just might fall in love
with those big doe eyes.
She'll put you on a pedestal.
To her, you can do no harm.
She is a friend to the very end.
Still, she could bring you to your knees.
She dislikes being rude, crude, or vulgar.
Though she will straighten out that picture.
She doesn't like negative or toxic people.
Not necessarily shy, just aloof in her ways.
As she's dreaming of some magical place.
She loves sparkling bobbles and dancing till dawn.
She'll cry at the movies or the slightest of slights.
She'll invite the angels in from out of the cold.
Sometimes you'll think she's afraid of the world.
But give her a cause, then you'll see.
That steel backbone and endurance in adversity.
You might think she's most adaptable.
As you try to bend her all the wrong ways.
She'll say, you can't make me do it that.
Then she'll laugh as she's walking away.
At times she'll need reassurance from you.
Things will be OK, she just might not want to,
Jump off that cliff today.
As she whispers goodnight in your ear, she'll
Ask the angels to keep you safe and warm.
You might think she's a bit scatterbrained.
Till she shows you what you're looking for.
Yes, she might be a hope chest in contradictions.
But, she'll leave you with a smile, as she moves
the tides inside you all the while.
4 pm 7/ 13/ 2013