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Going For A Job Interview
The moment of truth comes, when one comes face to face with a prospective boss…
Having secured an appointed date for interview, it is time to meet the boss…
This learned young man is well prepared in his spirits, mind and body…
For this day is the much anticipated date to define his immediate destiny…
Freshly minted and on the lookout for a dream job offer in his field of studies…
His hopes are high, with a gamut of feelings of trepidation, anticipation and anxiety …
Getting a job is a typical priority for many a graduate after years of books and studies..
But the process of looking around for a dream job and landing it is far from easy…
For a wholesome week, this day has been crowding into his daily thoughts and routine….
Over and over again he has mentally run through his expected replies to incoming queries..
Will this window of opportunity be in the right one for a youthful graduate such as he…
Will his mannerism, answers and personality be up to the expectations of the boss to be…
He is well dressed for the occasion, most appropriate for the formality of the occasion…
Textbooked details are well in place, looking sharp with not a hair or attire was out of place…
His newly bought tie is snuggly attached to his high collar, well he looks like an executive-to-be…
Looking smart and most presentable, document folder in his hand, he’s well and ready….
Grabbing the car keys , he gave a perfunctory goodbye wave as he strode to the family car …
With fingers crossed, the father wished him the best of luck and whispered a silent prayer ….
There you go, son, you have to make your own way, may God bless you at the interview…
Have faith in yourself, you are well prepared and you are at your best as you can possibly be…
Waving goodbye and with a big smile of encouragement, he watched junior drive away…
Stiffling the rising inner glow of pride that that young man is now big enough to seek his way…
The next few hours will be crucial, will the outcome of his job interview be successful….
Will the call yet to come be one of jubilation or will it be one of deflated enthusiasm…?
She is forever youthful, well grounded and strong. Her posture is beyond perfection. Her heart heals faster than mine. She has a deterministic mind that doesn't hesitate to go after what it wants. If I stood beside her you'd think we were twins, but that is not quite the case. She is my watch guard that I cannot see, but only imagine in my head. "Pull through", says the little voice in my thoughts. "Pull through, just a little bit further", the faint voice calls.
Most of us cannot afford to skip a second, a window of opportunity. Waiting passively for fate to send a sign, to watch a bright light bulb flicker on and off, not the choice pro active planners take. Time moves faster than most of would like. Translucent time is what we have on our hands, my dear friends. At such high speeds, we rarely see it, -but hang on in our minds. My watch guard doesn't control time, but she can see it more clearly than me.
In twenty two years, I have learned that anything worth achieving requires a little sweat and tears. One or two years older, does not necessarily mean we are wiser than we were in our past. I have learned from my mistakes while at the same time, I have concluded that the wise are the confident ones. The confident ones know where they stand. They list off their likes and dislikes as quickly as one tells the time of day. This is not to say that the wise don't take risks, for they most certainly do, but with precision. My watch guard carefully pulls the hidden confidence out of me.
In twenty two years, I have learned stressing solves no mystery. Mysteries are for detectives, whom we are not. We are the achievers, tall and proud. This is not to say the achievers have it easy,- not in the least bit. If sweat and tears is what it takes, then we will sweat and cry. We will also laugh and love along the way, of course. My watch guard shows me the clearest path to take. "Pull through, strong this time" says the little voice in my head. "When you need a little push, call on me", my watch guard reminds me.
rules to play by
ring the bell then knock on wood
one good turn deserves another
take one thing replace it with another
stalking a box
circled with chaos
we only have eachother
take out your name replace it with a new age
in the center stage its all the rage
down right fist fight
no rules left
so give them a right
we say one thing
they said it right
we say tuesday
we said nothing the got it
nothing means something
multimedia
digital
resurrected digital
slider
pass it on
ressurected hero
play by the rules
one day i was meant to be permanent
an excuse to be an illusion
time ticking
pick up the string
tie a knott
hang on to the dream
inside the envelope of the fates to be
so many abstract things inside this box of everything
cursing objects
stalked because of what they represent
clues of the final end
the curtains and the sentence we never said
the thing we cant pretend
final destination
overated
smiling overcrowded
walll to wall overwhelmed
animals
sitting ducks
fancy and wild eyed
slow helll
and three days to try
try to give it up
and change pandora
close the box
make up another rule
replace aname
rinfg the bell
close the box
send it along
forewarned is forearmed
ressurect the blue slider
player on your other shoulder
the past of the red slider
gonna be on your team gonna get the box back
replace what i need to
wash my hands clean of it
lety that be my only prize
ressurrect the perfect message
the rules to play by
item by item
pointing to my hiding spot
will they ever find me
among the marbles and spoons
the missing children
and you replace the only thing
with what changes the slide
to where i was
you come to get me
so we run away to where they will be
but not for long
a window of opportunity
close the door
knock twice
turn the wheel
we got a tie
the loose ends
that slide
all this to replace my will
Born with a curse to do the wrong thing
angelic brother she the moth to the flame
but loooks like no demon
the hands of time say one thing of this illusion
children of god
a lesson to be taught
predestined to be drawn to absent mindedly do the wrong thing
not her fault just the way the way of lady luck
Who am I asks her brother disguised as her lover
god's curse to buy more time
to wait around to be doomed to die by her daughter's hand
but alas no fool is he
outsmarting the princess
with an april fool
the plan was perfect
a poison to kill a king
and the truth to unravel
for the curse to break
who am I
the revolution of time
the drug
bleeding through time
time to do it again and again until it is perfect
rocks thrown into the future soo easy
a seal of fate
a place in history where they meet
and the story takes place
say hello to father time
the plan had a window of opportunity
the king to die by his daughter's poison
her curse to do the wrong thing
again and again
king to fake his own death
but alas the window was seen
immortal to mortality
say hello to father time
time bleeds on
message from the future to the past
warning the king of his seal of fate
the devil on the shoulder
the princess and his fate
outsmarted once again
by the lover and her brother
there was no other way
the story ends with a pipe to smoke
and heads spinning
a poison to seal the deal
a child of god of a royal curse
sitting around to wait for the last tick to tock
for the dead word to fall and slip away from them
the princess the april fool demon
the lover angel brother
tricked her again
was her fate
saved father time hiding in the center of the seal of fate with high stakes
slowly the curse was broken
soo unlucky was lady luck
together they break the royal curse
doomed to destroy her own family
the prophecy of their curse
they outsmarted it after all
A window of opportunity, arose on planet earth,
Reality is revealed, human intelligence gives birth,
Our mind opens possibilities, but questions coincide,
Trying to find answers, demise we might just avoid.
We search on a grand scale, yet also the minute,
Build machines to crunch numbers, do you compute,
Our weapons are terrifying, emulating the sun,
Split atoms by fission, then in fusion become one.
Most powerful race, known universe has ever seen,
Cannot be stopped replicating our own dreams,
Fairytales and fantasy, are no longer out of reach,
Genius; the ability to move mountains, not a niche.
Ok stop throwing bouquets, this all comes at a cost,
My poem’s allegory, it’s about truth more than loss,
I always try bring balance, but afraid not this time,
We have redeeming qualities, some actually sublime.
Our technology’s incredible, everything being said,
In the near future, we’ll be cloning off our dead,
I mean can’t you see, sky was never set as a limit,
Cosmos; is our playground, not the overhead zenith.
Show me one country, devoid of all corruption,
Our human nature, causes hell and destruction,
Without these innate traits, where would we be,
I’ll give it to you straight, still swinging from trees.
We are what we are, there’s simply no other way,
Call me controversial, for this picture I portray,
The device your looking at, that thing with a chip,
Don’t be so naive, it was harvested by the whip.
Sitting on our sofas, musing rainbows and clouds,
Whilst this pretty world, is built behind a shroud,
Not here condemning you, condoning to be exact,
You earned the privilege, I’m simply stating facts.
So like it or not, existentially we’re all complicit,
Don’t care who you are, or what emotions I elicit,
Unless in a cave, living off lichen and insects,
Yabba Dabba Do! Mr Flintstone, pay my respects.
By
David Kavanagh.
I used to think…
That what we have here….
Had a meaning behind it.
I used to believe….
That you were the one,
I gave up everything for….
You were the one,
I made my everything….
I cherished the ground you walked on,
Your face, I placed a smile upon.
Your tears, I wiped away…
I was the one, who encouraged you to pray.
But what happened?
I learned the truth about you.
I learn about who you really are….
You’re not my shooting star….
I’m not your world….
I’m just the ottoman under your feet…
I’m nothing more than a stepping stone to you….
Nothing more….
Than some window of opportunity…
You never cared about me….
You only wanted what you couldn’t get from others….
You wanted someone to change….
You wanted me to be something I’m not….
I became a soulless puppet,
Moving when you say so.
Then when you’re done with the strings,
You’d toss me on the floor,
And walk out the door.
I can’t take it anymore….
I used to think….
You were the love of my life,
My heart, my soul,
My everything and my pride…
But I came to realize,
It was nothing but lies….
I….
Was a fool….
To think that this would last….
To think that you,
Were over your past.
I used to think that you completed me,
But you showed me that you don’t….
My heart was filled with frustration,
Victimization….
Decimation….
While you conducted your brutalization.
Your definition of love,
Is way different than mine…
You think money can buy happiness…
Business life can take away stress….
Cars, clothes, and all….
Materialism will be your downfall….
You should’ve been more grateful.
I used to think you were the one….
But I see now….
I was dead wrong.
The Window
In the not so distant past, there existed an imposing partition. That wall was built to control and keep its people inside its borders. The purpose of the wall was to prevent the free flow of people. That beastly wall of bondage was known as the iron curtain. It was not a symbol of freedom, but the reality of captivity. I have friends who were born and held behind that wall.
I had a dream last night, not about the free flow of people, but about the free flow of the gospel in my country. As best that I can describe it, there was a free flow of the Word of God in our country. There were only limited pockets of resistance, and there was even activity of biblical instruction among the very young in schools.
It was a delight to see such liberty without any form of government mandates from the left or the right. In the dream itself, I received no instructions or purposes for the dream.
However, this morning I felt and sensed its meaning. It seems to confirm something that I felt and began to write about several months ago. Namely this: There is a window of opportunity for the gospel that presently shall remain open for a season.
History reveals a direct link between the free flow of the gospel and the free flow of people. 'Good news' promotes freedom*. Therefore, presently, we must take every advantage and use every available venue before that window shuts.
04282017cj; *Bible, Luke 4:18
5 am, you woke me up, to meditate.
I thought someone had died, someone had, me.
It was the ultimate time, you said.
Looking down, I had to disagree.
Can you feel the energy, she said?
I can’t feel myself, go away.
This is a window of opportunity, she said.
There was a window.
Let us breathe, she said.
This had never happened before, nutcase came to mind.
What is your mantra, she said.
What is my name, I said.
No, you have to reach out, draw in the energy.
I am going to reach out, it won’t be pretty.
Let me take you on a journey, join me.
I’ll phone you a taxi, blast, it’s your house, I’ll phone me a taxi.
If we connect, the sex will be out of this world.
Okay, through the delirium I heard the S word
Mm, mm feel it, Mm, mm, feel it, Mm, mm, can you feel it.
I can definitely feel something.
It’s getting stronger, we are one.
We definitely are.
We must connect.
We definitely must.
Before my husband comes off the night shift.
Thought I heard the H word there.
Let us be one.
Let us wind back to the husband.
He is but a component in time.
What time does this component come home at.
Six, but it’s okay, he’s gay.
Thought I heard the G word there.
He likes to join in, which can be a pain.
When you say join in, what do you mean.
He likes to join in, in the mantra.
I’m sick and tired of the violence that conspired through the time when I was
young. Just a little girl, may have been not too bright, nevertheless still not dumb.
Looking back on the times, when the pain escalated and I didn’t say a word, my
window of opportunity pass by, slip through my fingers as grains of sand. Time
has expired and yet I still have not said a word. Have not opened my mouth to
speak a sound, a whisper, a tone. Instead kept quiet as if I had never even
learned. Whether it was because of fear if words were spoken or anxiety of the
expected outcome. What was the real reason in which I acted as a mute. Too
young to say too much, nevertheless had ample reason to state a dispute.
Avoiding argument, debate, or even more so... more abuse. Regardless of my
age at the time, or even now as an adult, that fear is still deep rooted inside of
me, part of my past unfortunately part of my future as well. I carry it around as a
pain in my heart a little part of my heart that has been strangled and damaged as
a disease with no cure. My only hope is that I don’t go in to relapse to that life of
torment and pain, where it takes over my life and body and leaves me disabled,
limp, breathless without strength or pride. Before I am to ever get to that state, I
just pray for the ability to speak, to say a word, to raise my voice loud and let out a
cry. Never again will I allow for it to be Too Late.
A Ride
You and I, we can keep a secret.
Parents have to do that between themselves, to stay ahead.
I have found success and wish to share…
But, only with those that need this badly.
My kid, sometimes aloof and far away.
My lovely child, is a mystery at times.
Every parent frets a bit, in one manner or another.
Probably, all is well.
Never time to talk.
In the morning, coolly, I ask, “Need a lift today?”
These my friends, are miracle words that open doors.
From the time they get in to your car, your truck, or…
until the time they are released back into the wild,
they are on the best, level field, you are ever going to get.
They are pleasantly, pleasingly trapped and it a good mood.
Speak calmly. Don’t ask every question all at once.
(let yourself breath, don’t lock up now)
Be interested in every word they say.
Make sure you are listening and not adding your view.
If they are talking, don’t interrupt…
Bask in your success…
Be at peace, you have more than you had before.
Be prayerful, and tell God, thank you for keeping our kid(s) safe.
If they want to pick up a friend and you can fit it in, do it.
When “they” are gathered in groups, “they” are more at ease.
You will gain further strides to understanding “all”.
The chance, the window of opportunity closes swiftly.
Make the very best use of all that you can.
Hopefully, they will need another ride… tomorrow.