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I developed full blown flare up can’t breathe asthma at age 40, a fact.
Got tested and was told my triggers are Ragweed, pollen, oleander plants, perfume, latex and cat.
I had lived in a forest for nine years with all kinds of trees,
But no Cottonwood trees ever hit this forest’s breeze,
Proof I am an alien.
The norm in earth world of asthmatic is to be unable to breathe around a Cottonwood tree and be okay around oak or spruce or knotty pine.
Not the other way around, and my hearing, why is it tuned so ultra-fine?
You can whisper something so tiny no human can make it out except me.
I can get so worked up by 9 a sound in Japan makes me drop my morning tea.
Proof I am an alien.
I have a reversal reaction to medicinal powders and drugs.
What puts others instantly to snore-vile keeps me wide awake for three days.
Namely valium, sleeping pills, and other super relaxing drugs.
Sh, don’t tell the neighbors. But I suspect two of them already kind of know.
They have seen my yard piled high with six foot drifts of glistening snow.
in July.
proof I am an alien.
I've always believed that I was aware of where my thoughts lie
and that they often arrive unbidden, as a foe or friendly ally.
Sometimes grabbing my attention, sifting around in my mind,
even those I attempt to suppress, the ones I feel are unkind.
Do thoughts lead to awareness or is it the other way around?
I pondered the contrast until an arc of enlightenment was found.
I discerned that I'm able to know whether I'm deluded or clear,
and that thinking gives way to awareness when it draws near.
There seems to be a slim boundary that separates the two,
often transparent, like a sheer veil I can almost see through.
I don't think I'd be wise to suppress my thoughts as they arise,
or my awareness may be obscured if forced to hide in disguise.
Does wisdom come to me through thought and meditation?
I believe it does because I feel a sense of positive connotation,
or an intrinsic vision that fills my mind with a spiritual calm.
A soothing measure that heals my stress like a healing balm.
I'm thrilled to say hello
to princess charming...
you're so adorable in that lovely glow;
do others envy you and keep ignoring
what did it take to earn it?
Your confidence has made it
easier to get your golden crown,
and being proud of it is an amazing
feeling that you have humbly shown!
Did you expect more than admiration,
are you wishing for caring hands
to touch you with gentleness
and make feel you happy and alive
for a while, or even for an entire life?
You must bet on an unexpected invitation...
coming from someone you have set sweet eyes on;
is it me or another guy? Will you let me dream on?
I'm thrilled to say hello
to princess charming,
who has been chasing me
from day one: shouldn't have been
the other way around?
Can a childish smile hide tears of pain?
Can you understand
the age gap or make-believe
it doesn't exist in this bond?
I would agree...If I were too naive!
Princess charming, under bright moonbeams,
don't throw away your only hope and that glittering crown;
a younger man you'll find when dreams
will set sail on the bluest ocean to reach any horizon,
then you'll have reached your ideal guy
who will give you a good reason to cry!
Heat wave
As heat is spewing from my system
It is followed by the sweat
I just settle for the discomfort
All I can do is shake my head
Never one moment do I enjoy this
It’s always untimely and so rude
It doesn’t matter if I’m clothed
It doesn’t matter if I’m nude
I am jealous of Old Faithful
And I can hear you asking “Who?”
For he also does his spewing
But at least it’s done on cue
And another thing I’ve noticed
In these instances when I’m ’hot’
When I look into my mirror
It’s quick to tell me that I’m not
I am fanning with a vengeance
The temperature is never right
What’s hot for others has me freezing
Or the other way around, even at night
The ocean in me that keeps rolling
These waves of heat onto its shore
It churns up things that aren’t appealing
And I should quickly find a cure.
But then again, I am a woman
This is a phase I must go through
So I might as well accept it
And do the best that I can do.
Wendy Nipas
No one's going to believe me
But I know why God is silent
Why He doesn’t answer
Or hear our prayers
Beside the fact that His Head is in the clouds
It’s because He is inside each and every one of us
Fragmented into a billion voices in billions of beings
All made in His image, of course
Each one of us, with a spark of His Grace
Must understand one thing and one thing only
Just imagine for a moment, that every word ever spoken
Written or imagined, is the WORD of God
We are the stuff that Gods are made of
Or is it the other way around?
He’s never coming back
because He never left
She’s right there sitting beside you
Each one of us must decide
Each one of us must choose
"What do I believe?"
And is it really worth fighting for killing for
If only, each and every single billion of us,
Would just listen to that inner voice
And share in this pathetic dream of mine
Oops, I mean, poetic dream of mine
We must connect with the gift that God has given to each and every one of us
LIFE
And only Love will set us free
Until We, every single billion of us,
Declare with one voice
I AM that I AM
We shall remain in ignorance, fragmented
And alone.
Separate from God. Separate from each other.
Forever waiting for the day that will never come
It’s already here It always has been We just have to take a leap in faith
And believe in one another
NOW Repeat after me . . .
I AM that I AM that I AM that I AM . . .
the Great I AM that never ends.
Whenever if you should ever find
yourself in desperate need of a
2nd parties independent council
or friendly ear
And when you are willing to lay your
soul bare place your woes at their feet
and they should dare interrupt
Whilst you are trying to speak and
get the word's out you wanted
wholeheartedly to say
To quote Star War's sudo- psychology
This is not the drone you are seeking
then they are in fact after all not the
actual person or friend you though
they we're
Because if they we're surely then they
would care enough
To listen attentively and hear you out
Rather than talk over you which in
effect tells you everything about
them you needed to know
You're friendship is actually based
on the premise
I talk you listen
Not the other way around
I’m going to open up more windows though someone might see how I live
I’m going to let myself be hurt and not hurt back
I’m going to put myself in the other driver’s shoes
I’m going to learn a new skill even though I will be laughably bad at it
I’m going to love people and use things; not the other way around
I’m going to treat my gifts as things to give away
I’m going to respond quicker to my friend’s emails and slower to mean people
I’m going to make more mistakes and spend less time hiding them
I’m going to laugh at myself more often and laugh at other people less
I’m going to send more jokes to Reader’s Digest
even though they’re never printed
I’m going to be quicker to listen and slower to speak
I’m going to sweat the little stuff less and sweat over the people I love more
I’m going to stop comparing my car and my lawn to my neighbor’s
I’m going to build more statues in the city and fewer out in the desert
I’m going to tell my loved ones why they are my loved ones
I’m going to spend more time enjoying the meal in front of me
and less time worrying where my next meal is coming from
I’m going to remember that any day could be someone’s last
I’m going to learn to live and live to learn
Cantata
He stood there on a plateau that only had a tree,
And since he had appeared from nowhere, there
Was there no past to bother with?
He sat under the tree mainly because it was
getting hot, the tree had big, thick leaves and
Beside the tree, there was a barrel of cold water.
During the day, the plateau became shimmering
He saw ponies trotting past like a knitted poncho.
Since he had no past, a fragment of a future
Instinct told him they were going to the Green Vale
That had grass, shade, and a lagoon that reflected
The sky, or was it the other way around?
He sat there and tried to visualize the future where he didn´t
Exist, but he failed, which made him human.
The brown eye girl is heartbroken a friendship of over a decade is
finished She tried and tried to get it to work out for the better. But
nothing works time and time again finally she heard what he had to
say. he says he regrets meeting her at their old high school. Even
talking to her that day. The brown eye girl cries for hours trying not to
think of all the things she wanted to say to the blue eye curly hair man.
It just makes her feel worse. She doesn't know why she should feel
like crap when it was him who hurt her not the other way around. In
truth they should have done things differntly but that is the past. All the
brown eye girl cares about is never hearing his name ever again.
So Marmites great leader has spoken
He finally came out of his jar
His soldiers which are yet to be named
Are travelling to our Aussie land afar
Sir Tom states Vegemite is the poor mans Marmite
That is not quite true
It’s actually the other way around
As Marmite is what you wipe of your shoe!
Our bright yellow lids are off and we are ready
For our Vegemite we will forever protect and defend
The Vegemite Vixens will show no mercy
We will battle these inferior Marmite soldiers til the end!!
If any of our Marmite enemies are captured
They will be stripped naked and disciplined
By covering their own body with marmite
Then left naked in the hot Aussie desert
To let nature do it’s thing!!
We await your arrival our butter knives in hand
With toast, butter and confident anticipation
Ready to wipe that disgusting marmite of your face
And spread Vegemite throughout all nations!