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When life comes at us hard we have to rise to the occasion
If we cannot weather the storm we circum to a harsh invasion
Our hearts become invaded by those who bring us down
Our souls become possessed by questions with answers that cant be found
Why do we choose to be surrounded by people that tear us apart
Why not eliminate negativity and reclaim our natural heart
When others continue to beat you with their continuous rejection
We find ourselves stuck in search for positive affection
Why suffer the treatment they give us when walking away holds a chance
a chance to find something real something happy take a glance
look outside your walls and see what else surrounds where you are
Remember life is a choice don't let anyone contain you in a jar
Escape from unhealthy treatment surround yourself with respect
show those who take advantage of your kindness that you are no reject
If we continue to allow their behavior to dictate our emotion
We will never find those who truly give us their complete devotion
People want to treat us like they don't want us in their world at all
I say let them be they will no longer watch me fall
I want to be in a world where people like me and support what I believe
I'm tired of feeling like I'm living in a world where others choose to deceive
I want to feel accepted appreciated for the person I've become over the years
I refuse to believe I deserve these selfish piers
I'm breathing air that they tell us we deserve to share
Our opinions are hindered by our inner most fears
fear of being alone suffering wiping your own tears
I have been uncomfortable treated as If I don't exist
I am through with negative influences positive it what I insist
living under a thumb under a microscope like a failure or peasant
I want to live in a world where I am completely accepted because I am pleasant
to those who suffer these words I speak so fluently
If you reside in that kind of world you have reason for truancy
Walk away from misery find something that makes you feel whole
Because living free starts with this realistic goal
Last night I heard Jane Goodall tell the story of her life of 90 years.
She spoke a lot about her mother…and of her own wishes, dreams and fears.
She spoke about her chimpanzees and their world which she loves living in.
How her mother taught her to judge people by what they do…and not by the color of their skin.
She spoke of how humans think we are separate from the animals…
of how when it comes to this planet…we think we are the heart of it….
but how….when it comes to the animal kingdom…we are only a small part of it.
And she wondered when it comes to our planet…
instead of admiring, loving, appreciating and enjoying it…
how the most intellectual creatures on the Earth…are the ones who are destroying it.
But at the same time she was telling us of her ups and downs…
holding her life under a microscope….
the words she used…even after 90 years…wove a tapestry of hope.
Yes, the more she talked…the more her tapestry of words unfurled…
for the people and other animals on this planet…she has a hope for a better world.
As she outlined reasons for her hope…one rested on all the young people
ready to pick up the mantle…to help fulfill her dream and alleviate her fears…
Which, I imagine, meant all of us…because everyone in the audience…
was younger than her 90 years.
We left her talk inspired…because as her tapestry of hope unfurled…
We know together we can…together we will…and together…we must change the world.
As I listened to this courageous and amazing woman…so wise compassionate and kind…
other women whom I admire popped into my mind.
For I believe if we want to live together in a more compassionate and peaceful way…
perhaps it’s time we listen to what the women have to say!
If we hope to live together in a world where no creature loses…and ever creature gains….
It’s time we listen to the likes of Maya, Emily and Carol…
(and you’ve already heard from Jane.)
Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it
be salted? It is henceforth cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men. Matthew
5:13 KJV
In ancient history, salt was sought and bartered. In some places it was carried by
camels across scorching deserts such as in West Africa where eager merchants
traded it to waiting customers. Salt was used for money in some places, thus giving
us the word salary.
Today salt is used for many purposes, stocked in grocery stores, and is available on
virtually every table.
We use it medicinally, and blocks of salt satisfy cattle’s craving. Salt in water raises
the boiling point, yet salt melts ice. Put salt on meat and it preserves it. Leave salt
off the table and your appetite leaves with it. But too much salt is harmful. It makes
your feet and legs swell and too much is hard on the heart.
Examine one grain of salt under a microscope and note its cube shape. Its sides
are made of two elements, sodium and chlorine. These combine to form sodium
chloride – salt.
Imagine soldiers in a tug of war. An ion of chlorine glares from one corner at a
sodium ion guarding the opposite side. As crystallization occurs the chlorine wins in
the stare-down. Sodium surrenders its single valence electron to chlorine and
together they become sodium chloride. Consider it in verse:
Salty Sentinels
Sodium ions stable,
assembled on the table,
salivating palates crave.
Chlorine ions tiny,
mustering soldiers briny,
guarding corners brave.
Sodium chlorine making,
crystal shakers shaking
cubes so salty white.
Ever fighting blandness;
vectors adding grandness,
enhance the appetite!
There is no wonder Jesus used salt as an example to the disciples in his Sermon on
the Mount. He exhorts Christians to have salt in themselves and have peace with
one another. See Mark 9:50
"Love is the strongest force in the universe."
Can this statement be proven true?
If I were to begin a search
And write down a hypothesis
What parameters should I observe?
Can love be seen under a microscope?
Can its depths be plumbed by a rope?
Can its mass be balanced on a scale,
Or its weight detected by a spring?
If only I can find these numbers,
Will I finally understand…?
Why so many courtship end in disaster
Why friendship can fall apart
If love is so powerful
Then why does it seem so frail?
So much of the cosmos is cold and empty space
Like the void within our souls
That love can’t seem to fill
Still, my heart remains restless
Unwilling to make the conclusion
That love is but vain platitudes
That the universe is all there is…
So much of the cosmos is but cold and empty space
But gossamer threads hold the planets in their place
The radiant orbs move in harmony
To weave cosmic melodies
And though the song of the celestial spheres
Are oft too far to hear
A kindred anthem streams
Oft too close to see
So I listen to the quantum hymn
To study this elementary romance
The force so strong it could subdue
The natural repulsions within the heart of matter
And the bonds forged by the orbital motions
Which construct our terrestrial frames
I know now that even in my utmost lonesome
Atomic serenades reverberate deep within
Forever reaching out for a kin
Vast, cosmic energies is unleashed
When elements finally unite
And when I contemplate these forces sublime
They almost seem divine
"Love is the strongest force in the universe."
I think I am beginning to see
How that statement could be true
Love is the seam that binds all kinds of matter
And that love is three in one
A diamond in the Frost ... I am Emily, gazing through the years,
Like Poe from rancid taste and dark smoke shadows
Florescent waste escaping a decrepit yet dulcet wilderness
Backward capabilities frontal verse, I am her the almighty universe
Ascending from yesterday's fall, literally and visibly
Swore to be everything you loathe most - a felicity of illusions
You will dream of me, a parasite you can't get rid of
Ripped open by paper and pen, rising to a new destination
A Destroyer begging to be free in search of a tender rhapsody
Blind by mediocre poets who tend a false nebulous star
No longer, will I impart into defeat - give in to trophy trust
The time of age, my allies whom I call my friends
You are more than words on any God-Given-Day
To those unworthy of me, can march away from my parade
Crying wolves, backstabbing clones, long gone stones
Each file is forgiven & forgotten, however, still trespassing
Under a microscope, some remain to be a decade of lost words
Grazing a forest-grown for old news dripping water on my belly
No matter, after starvation, I found my way back to the same horizon
Finding time and space among a new docile nation
A buried treasure finding face among a fresh myriad generation
With anchors up, I'm headed full force, against every secret endorsed
I am the one you should not fear, I relish this wonderful community
I am she mounted above all years worn rising like a newborn sword
Forged by the earth summon by the pirate's moon political creed
Ascending to a sweet ascension with the best kind of immunity
With paper and pen, I sit to please and prosper my poetry need
To you I leave --- Echoes of snow, numbing you with a poetic soul
Love The Poet Destroyer
DR Masaru Emoto took water from the same source, divided it in two containers, one
container he labelled LOVE, the other HATE. He then froze both containers and put them
under a microscope. The container labelled LOVE formed the most beautiful crystals, the
one labelled HATE formed ugly dishevelled shapes. The same test has been repeated
countless times all over the world. When water has been exposed to loving kind thoughts,
beautiful pictures, music, such as Beethoven etc, it freezes in the most beautiful
crystals. Water, when exposed to thoughts of hatred, pictures, such as Adolf Hitler, heavy
metal music, have all tuned out ugly and dishevelled when frozen.
Water is the driving force of all nature, if the world, you, and me, are made up of 70% to
90% water, and our thoughts shape water, how are your thoughts shaping you? .
WATER
Trickling down my window pane
I see magic, more than rain
Consciously or unconsciously, effecting our brain
Understanding water, life will never be the same
A conscious awareness, a memory to
It affects my thoughts, my life, and you
The world, you and I, are three quarters water
It can change your life, your thoughts it alters
What you would find inconceivable
Scientific facts have proved believable
Water has an effect on whatever you’re thinking
It will take you high or leave you sinking
When you next drink water, think love and gratitude
Your life will change and so will your attitude
DR Masaru Emoto, his words are true
Look him up, I dare you!
HEY POETRY SOUPERS, YOU CAN READ THIS FROM THE BOTTOM UP TOO!!!
From the ashes of superstition,
like a Phoenix we have risen!
As he puts on his White Lab Coat
of Unthinkable Wisdom.
In reality... yet constantly dreaming.
Under a microscope he tries to find meaning.
Building blocks of existence,
a scientist's relentless persistence
to become acquaintances with amoeba,
and lay to rest the concept of Jesus.
He freely yokes himself to Outer Space,
the new found teacher.
As human beings take the name
Foreign Creature.
Oh the absurd games we play!
The Rights of Men and Marriage Vows.
Have we not passed the primitive
worship of common cows?
... and yet consequently we set
up Courts for Carrots,
Lawyers for Lemons.
You think you can argue
for such a thin concept
as the Principles of Free Men?
Morality, she can take a coffee break
(it's only the future of everything that's at stake).
Whose to say that 2+2 doesn't equal five
when we can't even say for certain
that Man is alive.
As Mr. Wisdom
scratches his head and straightens his coat,
he so bravely boasts the edict of edicts:
pray tell what is Good and what is Evil?
Orbital Rotation spins his head around
and stubborn Gravity refuses to give him
the low down.
"I'd trade all the Hows for a single Why!
But the Universe never bargains.
Mirrors reflecting mirrors,
can't tip the scales in my favor
by the slightest margin."
Absolute Truths - we forgot 'em.
Your guess is as good as mine.
We the Soulless and We the Proud
so happily crossed line.
Our make belief code of ethics
simply cannot coexist with Darwinian Violence.
While we keep asking questions
answered two millenia prior:
Why am I here? WHY AM I HERE?
And the stars remain silent.
Form:
Who are those people who write addictive prose
I read their lines and they make me feel transpose
Tell me who they are for I much like to meet them soon
They must be super human who perhaps live on the moon.
They say our fears are liars that like to bring us down,
And if we believe our fears we soon won’t be around
Who are these folks whose poems makes my soul stand still?
Who are these bright people who have such gifted skills?
They seem to be the wise of old that paint a picture out of words
Please tell because their prose makes my heart sing like a bird
Who are these accomplished individuals whose words aluminate my heart?
They must be nightingales that sing their sweet songs in the dark
I sure would like to meet them and hear their words of lore
Do you believe they come from some forgotten shore?
Who are these brilliant personages who write of eternal hope
And love then turn around, and put our lives under a microscope
They tell their stories with such veracity that take my breath away
I want to understand how they know the way I feel every day
At times I wonder how they find the words to make their poetry rhyme
I read their verses with tears upon my face, especially at bedtime
With pen in hand and paper, I try to write words that do not come
And I just can’t describe the sadness, and again I turn to them
Who are these special individuals whose souls are overflowing
With words of wisdom plucked from our universe that’s forever growing
I feel content to read the golden leaves of life from those who have
Paid the price of pain, love and misery
that life can sometimes bring
Living on a planet, unsure if I belong
Where only sand grains and fossils, seem to last long
The instinct to breathe air, compelling me along
And the miracle that’s water, strives to prolong
Hear the wind blow bending the trees
Feel the bones crack inside my knees
High upon a mountain, an avalanche gives way
Yielding to gravity, and powerful sun rays
Down below I ponder, will this be my last day
Still all goes over my head, as life balks away
Holding my grip busting my balls
gives a nice twist when in free fall
A juggernaut of lies, hurtled down that slope
Widening debris fields, spreading rumours of hope
Is there any big truths, or just lies to help cope
The past looks basic, viewed under a microscope
Fossils don’t lie rocks are not bones
Sand remodels back into stone
I piece together the fossils, search out life’s source
Scream out eureka, til my larynx implodes hoarse
Scan skies for graviton waves, stretching time with force
Try stop that damn avalanche, least alter it’s course
Raw energy blood upon dust
Time’s eternal cascading rust
Evidence can be sketchy, when life forms a scree
In the end information, is all there can be
Empirical pathways, are straightforward to see
If they postulate a god, good enough for me
I’ve crawled before I’ll walk again
Encased in skin til god knows when
As a kid in confession, I’d mostly tell lies
I admitted made up sins, without compromise
The priest liked forgiving, so telling lies was wise
He went easy on penance, devil in disguise
Shame on us both playing such games
He wore a cloak, I’m still the same
We take it for granted.
What we've all been handed.
This wonderful opportunity that is...
Life.
And when we finally notice
we take it all in with no focus
spinning in circles blind without a purpose
feeling lost with no where to run
in the vastness of the world
a web that has been spun
for who?
For us?
How can that be?
We are so tiny.
In this universe we are but a dot.
Among the innumerable stars we are unable to spot.
But to understand the macro scope,
Look under a microscope.
To see the bizarre,
How big we really are.
Life.
We are all made of the same stuff.
Look around,
Everything is like us.
Disagree?
Look at some quantum theory.
Everything is made of atoms,
Now look a little closer,
Protons,
Neutrons,
Electrons,
And what is in between?
The vastness that is...
Nothing.
You are mostly empty space,
And not just you,
The universe too.
It's all made of...
Nothing.
It may be big,
But so are you.
All you need to do,
Is change your point of view.
We put so much value on things we know to be true.
Things we created,
To understand what we thought was complicated,
But are in fact non-existent;
Time,
Distance,
In fact gravity,
Is just a theory,
We created to try to understand what surrounds us.
The universe doesn't know calculus.
We try to understand the big picture,
Looking for answers so we know what to wish for.
But you have all the answers,
It's in your genetic makeup,
You just need to wake up,
And realize that you are big.
As big as this universe.
Everything was created equal because of one thing...
We are made of nothing.