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the world watches Holmes
sit “dazed” in the courtroom,
with each mainstream media
monolith
churning out the sound bites
referencing his eyes & his
red hair---
the picture that goes viral is
of course the one that can
be likened most to something
out of Heath-Ledger-as-The-
Joker-101,
visually answering questions
for the people at home,
because we all know that
individuals who dye their hair
red are megalomaniacs who
will more than likely, eventually,
inevitably, order bullet proof
clothing, a gas mask & 6, 000
rounds of ammo, with the
“calculated & deliberate”
intent to walk into a movie
theater & blast everyone into
oblivion.
and when every talking head
from Oates to Obama, comments
on the massacre, we watch them
stumble over the responsibility
that this culture has to own up to
when something like this happens---
rather, they weigh it all on the
shoulders of one red haired
young person, whilst hugging
the loved ones, the family of those
whose members were killed.
subtly inactive in regards to the
actual problem at hand,
mumbling things about finding
better ways to “take every step
possible to ensure the safety of
all of our people,” all the words
that flow from mr. hope & change’s
mouth add up to no actual veering from
the status quo in the future & the mum
mum hush hush gun industry knows
this, giving the big man a nod.
instead, we look with inspiring eyes at
Obama, when he tries to gain a
collective sense of sympathy from the
crowd, when remarking that “we may
never understand what leads anybody
to terrorize their fellow human beings
like this”…
and as we shake our heads &
hug ourselves, just hoping that such
violence never affects us directly,
or harms our own families/friends in such
a manner,
we all turn a blind eye to the people
that our military has massacred throughout
the more than 200 years that our country has
existed &
we turn a blind eye to the violence enacted
upon the citizen’s here at home, who have
suffered & continue to suffer
at the hands of the police & state
officials,
whilst the paranoid & terrified hicks
out in the middle of bumble****
no man’s land,
clench their rifles & their pistols,
never having been threatened by anyone,
anywhere, for any reason at all,
thinking that the whole world is out to
get them,
swearing that they will never move a
muscle in the direction of progress.
Remember who you are!
In the deceptive times that cast their spell on the sleeping conscience,
Today's youth are lost in masses of merged and dissipated identities,
With a meticulous clanging of tin, almost deafening to the ear of history,
They form a melting pot of collective mentality, a dense and murky fog.
It would be easy to provide a quick explanation for this ultra-progressive phenomenon,
Which has homogenized characters and scattered historical sentimentality,
Dissolving even the last trace of the clarity of inherited sense,
For what could be simpler than to conclude that the youth have been deprived?
Where are you going, young person, toward the Sunset of great promises of progress?
There, in the West, where the mirages of the new world dazzle with their brilliance,
Where contemporary ideologies promise happiness on this earth,
In a neurotic delight that urges you to swallow without questioning.
Have you not yet understood that appearances are often deceiving,
You naively leap into the whirlpool of contemporary ideologies,
You easily believe what the majority promotes, but forget that history,
Has shown that it is not the many who hold reality, but the few and the strong.
The Romanian, a rock against the turbulent waters of deceptive times,
Could not be easily fooled, having the consciousness of ancestral values,
Stronger than any current coming from outside,
Have you forgotten the deep heritage buried in your heart?
The Myth of Progress is the dream that delights your senses and blinds you,
You have learned to love evolution and to become an obedient citizen,
Society rewards your perseverance with small fleeting joys,
But you have forgotten the moment of the Present, the simplicity of awakened thoughts.
Shadowed by the nostalgia of the Future, yearning for the certainty of a better tomorrow,
You have forgotten that the ideal is not in the standards imposed by the elites of society,
The Present is made of simple, yet awakened reflections,
It's time to stop and lock the whirl of currents that has engulfed you.
Breathe deeply, remember the life of your parents in communism,
How difficult it is to serve foreign ideas, remember who you are,
Do not be afraid, for victory does not belong to the many,
But to those who firmly believe in Truth and the inheritance of the soul.
PHYSICIAN WILLIAM HARVEY CLAIMED THAT THE HEART IS A MUSCLE PUMPING BLOOD TO THE ORGANS OF THE BODY, ALSO HE DISCOVERED THAT THE VEINS FLOWED TOWARDS THE HEART.
AS A YOUNG PERSON WHEN EVER I READ THE BIBLE, THE HEART PLAYED A MAJOR PART.
ABOVE ALL ELSE GUARD YOUR HEART, FOR EVERYTHING FLOWS FROM IT
PROVERBS 4:23
THAT ALWAYS LEFT ME WONDERING , BECAUSE THE HEART WAS EVERYTHING, LOVE, KINDNESS, EMPATHY, GRATITUDE, COMPASSION, LOVE FOR ALL HUMANITY, PEACE. "THE HEART DOES SO MUCH"
IN 1991 DOCTOR J ANDREW ARMOUR, COIN THE TERM THAT THE HEART HAS A BRAIN.
I HAVE READ SOME OF HIS WORK, AND MY WONDERING HAS FOUND A PLACE WHERE SCIENCE HAS PROVEN WHAT HAS BEEN SAID IN THE BIBLE ABOUT THE HEART.
THE LORD DOES NOT LOOK AT THE THINGS PEOPLE LOOK AT,PEOPLE LOOK AT THE OUTWARD APPEARANCE, BUT THE LORD LOOKS AT THE HEART.
1 SAMUEL 16:7
I USE TO SAY THAT THE BIBLE HAS BEEN SLICED AND DICED SO MANY TIMES DID IT MAKE SENSE TO READ IT, BUT MY GOOD FRIEND, THE LATE
HIS EMINENCE ABUNA YESEHAQ MANDEFRO, THE ARCHBISHOP OF THE ETHIOPIAN ORTHODOX TEWAHEDO CHURCH, ENCOURAGE ME TO CONTINUE TO READ THE BIBLE, BECAUSE THE TRUTH ALWAYS COMES TO LIGHT, THE MORE YOU TRY TO SUPPRESS IT, THE MORE IT BUBBLES TO THE TOP.
"HE WAS SO RIGHT"
A WISE HEART ACCEPTS COMMANDS, BUT A CHATTERING FOOL COMES TO RUIN.
PROVERBS 10:8
I HAVE BEEN VERY FASCINATED BY STUDIES OF THE HEART, HERE IS WHAT SOME DOCTORS HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THE HEART.
THE HEART IS A CENTER OF HIGHER WISDOM.
THE HEART STRUCTURE IS SIMILAR TO THAT OF THE BRAIN, IT HAS A NETWORK OF NEURONS,NEURITRANSMITTERS, PROTEINS AND SUPPORTS THE CELLS.
THE HEART CONTAINS, NEURONS AND GANGLIA, THE SAME FUNCTIONS AS THE BRAIN.
THE HEART SENDS MORE INFORMATION TO THE BRAIN, THAN THE BRAIN DOES TO THE HEART.
A CHEERFUL HEART IS GOOD MEDICINE, BUT A CRUSHED SPIRIT DRIES UP THE BONES.
PROVERBS 17:22
EVERY NATION FOR GENERATIONS, FROM THE DEEPEST JUNGLES TO THE HIGHEST MOUNTAINS, THEIR ANCESTORS HAVE TOLD THE SAME STORY ABOUT LIFE AND BEING ONE WITH THE CREATOR AND MOTHER EARTH, JUST READ YOUR BIBLE, OR ANY BOOK ON ENLIGHTENMENT, AS WE CONTINUE OUR LIFE'S JOURNEY.
YOU WILL SEEK ME AND FINE ME, WHEN YOU SEEK ME WITH ALL YOUR HEART.
JEREMIAH 29:13
THE HEART TRANSCENDS ALL THINGS
the rhino & cougar conundrum
fair enough to say that when
s/he got into it, when she dove
head-first into the pool of passion with
both eyes closed & arms outstretched,
that there was an inherent excitement
to be found attractive at his/her age
by someone so much younger &
all the fantasies in the head
from carnal sex to just getting to
stroll down the street with
this young thang hangin’ off her/his
shoulder (and the whole world seems to be
jealous)
run rampant,
as the romance gets off with a bang,
banging like bunnies persists &
s/he feels reinvigorated,
for this new young person in his/her life
becomes an integral part in
the beefing up of what had been a falling
self-esteem,
a failing personal value, a
slave to the depreciation of age &
this culture that wants absolutely nothing
to do with.
and as time passes, s/he even begins to think
that this could become something real &
that all the doubts of his/her friends
may not be proved correct &
after convincing him/herself that these very
doubtful friends are in fact
jealous,
s/he quietly, secretly, tells him/herself
that quintessential delusion…
that this person just might be
“the one.”
quick came the wandering eyes &
the insecurities came bubbling,
with an oozing jealousy of everyone around &
the double whammy stirring in the mind
that this young thang that said rhino/cougar
had hooked, could simply leave one day
with the rest of their lives ahead of them,
having burned away “the prime of one’s life”
like the proverbial candle wick.
so in fear, the rhino/cougar begins to do things
that they never thought they would,
in order to “keep” the young thang in their lives---
in the bedroom, they bow to the will of their
young lover, in the bar, they half to at least meet
them half-way under the table &
if need be, they must lose weight, dress in revealing
clothing, mingle with every friend, no matter
how dirty or strung out,
so much so, that the rhino/cougar lives in eternal worry
that their days are numbered,
wondering that if they get out now,
that they’ll have enough pizzazz to hook somebody else,
or that they will have to push themselves to the
furthest limit, in order to stay in this.
Walking the local area coastline,
Cup of coffee in the local Café
Sitting, observing people passing
Checking on dress sense today,
Shoes, where did they purchase them?
Spotted a homeless person
Shabbily dressed and looking unkempt
He appeared increasingly in the landscape
Popping up in unusual places, staring at others faces.
I realised the picnic area was his hideout
Sleeping bags, plastic bags neatly stacked
He lay asleep on the grass.
Voices woke him from his slumber
Gave a glance, no words spoken.
He walked the village streets, locals avoiding him,
Winter set in, he lived in the cold of the picnic areas,
Spoke of his life when sitting in a comfortable home
The conversation always finished with such a shame.
One cold winters evening near Village shop
Aware of a homeless person sitting near
Huddled, sheltering from the cold wind on a street corner.
Decided to approach him, enough of wondering
Checked on what money I could share.
When approaching he stood as if frightened,
Standing close enough to touch each other
Weariness on his face, easily seen.
Eyes met in silence trying to understand what it was I wanted,
Asked quite bluntly, what and why,
No answers forthcoming just a shake of his head
His eyes showed such torment, emotions coming to the surface,
Never or ever again, seen such pain behind a gaze.
Reached to place money in a tattered trouser pocket
We shook hands, his hand having problems releasing from mine
His grip was quite strong as we exchanged this greeting
For an instant, a wry smile crossed his face.
Realised that he was a young person
His face showed his daily survival
He spoke a thank you, as goodbye was spoken,
Walked away with his eyes following.
The memories of meeting with this homeless soul
Went on and on and even visited dreams.
Not seen since this meeting
Moved on, looking for somewhere else safe to stay.
Positive thoughts of what he was doing
Imagining, what life was dealing him?
Is nature an incredible and intelligent teacher?, Yes its fauna and flora teach us many fabulous lessons, We can learn loyalty from dog, a gratitude creature,
Never give up is educated by crow as our expressions.
Strong social bond is taught by big elephant to us, Rooster coaches leadership qualities for the young person, Herb banana plant realizes us the act of happiness, We acquire flexibility from weed reed as a sermon.
Co-operation and hard works are learned from tiny ants, Termites train us social structure and architecture, Perseverance of spider has become our daily chant, Big banyan tree instructs us resilience like a lecture .
We learn how to survive in daily life from the king lion, Cunning fox opens our third eye alias strategic thinking, Accurate vision is taught to us by an eagle when it flies in, Horse educates us about the self -control linking.
Our modern life is like riding in a roller coaster,
It has up, down, joys and sorrows moments, Nature direct us to do good things like a hoster, It's our duty to go with nature and its components.
Too Many Poppies
I don’t want a poppy
I don’t want a shield
I don’t want to visit
Rows in Flanders Fields
Another young person
Yes a young soldier fell
They laid down their life
What story does it tell
Off to another war
In a far off land
Beaches in Normandy
Blood spilled on the sand
I don’t want a poppy
I don’t want a shield
I don’t want to visit
Rows in Flanders Fields
My heart can’t take it
Fathers, sisters and sons
Why do we choose to sacrifice
Precious innocent ones
Are guns the answer
Where does it all lead
Poppies upon rows
As young soldiers bleed
I don’t want a Poppy
I don’t want a shield
Fighting old men’s battles
Just leads to Flanders Fields
Soldier’s Response
I’ll do my best to defend
this land that I love.
I’ll risk meeting the angels
in heaven above.
Raising our flag of glory
I will gladly do
Even if they take me down
I'll hold it brave and true.
Canada my country
I'll stand by her and fight.
I'll take on its enemies
with all my strength and might.
No matter where I’m sent
I'll proudly make my stand.
To protect my home
Its people and land.
Your picture I hold
Close to my heart
Gives me my strength
When we are apart
Loved ones left at home
Won’t hear our battle cry
Their prayers are the hope
On which our spirits fly
If we don’t make it
Back to our home
Our sacrifice is our gift
In a field marked by a stone
Response to Soldiers
To all of our Soldiers
Who cannot be heard
Your actions and sacrifice
Are the final word
We wear our poppies
Hold our collective breaths
Some questions only answered
By actions and death.
A co-written piece by: Richard Lamoureux and Mark Wayne Shifflet. It was a pleasure to write with Mark.
We wished to point out the absurdity of men resorting to war while still honouring the men and women who so gallantly put their lives on the line to preserve our freedom.
The young must know that they are loved
For there is goodness in every young person
Give me souls--the souls of young people
These boys are not bad, these boys, they need me
In their midst I feel completely at home
I learned the hardships of an orphans life
In this new town where I had to support myself
Laboring in everything from being a blacksmith
And as a tailor, waiting as a waiter and shoemaker
All that to ease my mother's burden
Every Sunday I'd meet the boys in a different place
It didn't matter that it was a city church,
a cemetery chapel, or an empty lot
And during the week i'd tour the city shops,
Making sure my boys hadn't forgotten my instructions
I bought an empty lot and a dilapidated shed
Next door was a saloon, across ,a hotel of shady reputation
but what did it matter to me the oratory ground was sacred,
for it later came to me in a dream
That it was the burial ground of the Martyrs of Turin.
It is enough that you are young
And for you I give my life
bound by one rule, dedicated
to the double task of self-sanctification & care of youth
But first tell the devil to rest, and then I'll rest too
Do all the good you can
Thats why while I have time, I must work
My dear sir I tell you you are a good friend of mine,
but God comes first, first of all Don Bosco is a priest
So give me the souls, take away the rest
My mother would say when I become a priest
If ever became rich, she shall never enter my house!"
Thats why I am poor, penniless Don Bosco, a shepherd boy of the hills.
I have lived poor and shall die poor
I have only one wish, to see you happy and in the next
"I have been an instrument in the hands of Mary. She has done everything. Had I been a worthier instrument, I would have accomplished a great deal more."
The PO£T
Most females have forgotten that it takes more than
just being a woman to qualify as a lady.
Many women think that being sexy is all about
T & A, and not about inner beauty and the attractiveness of a gorgeous mind. Hence, they have put these ideas into their children growing brains.
So many of our young girls think sex is love, that's sad.
Way to many females don't even know what a classy lady is, they think it has to do with societies class system. This is because they have never met a classy lady, only trashy females trying to convince everybody they have class, all while their ass is hanging out!
The problem here lies in good role models, for all ages. Just because a woman is financially successful does not make her an appropriate role model. Having money and having class have NOTHING to do with each other. Fortunate girls have been blessed with good role models who were truly a class act ( hence their actions were in concert with their character as women). Some of us were shown a classic classy lady in our grandmothers, mothers, aunts, sisters and friends. Many were not that blessed.
Raising a daughter with class, confidence, intelligence and inner beauty can be a tall order in today's world. The media has twisted these values substantially. Parents, you know what you have done or failed to do. Instilling integrity, fidelity, honor and character is your job when raising a child. When a young person without basic values is turned loose upon the world, that word "classy" can determine there future. I know the task is difficult, but think of your love for your child. Do you condone trashy or promote classy? Kids can't be left to teach themselves ethics and self worth. I challenge parents to step up to the task and give your kids the gift of good parenting.
We went to the International Mall in Tampa yesterday…and I’m not going to lie…
walking among all those young people made me realize…how time has passed me by.
People in trendy clothes I’ve never seen…families big and small…
made me think as we were walking…how…we were the oldest people in the mall.
Was it just my imagination…or my latent insecurity…
but I swear every young person in the mall was staring…right at me.
My theory was proven to be correct…when a young girl working at a store we were passing…into my hand flung….
A little packet…”It’s free!” She said. “Don’t you want your face to look and feel young?”
I took the packet to be polite…but I did not like her little quiz.
I’m happy with my face looking old…because…after all…it is!
I had to chuckle when I looked at the packet…because…
instead of growing old with dignity and grace….
apparently the way to look and feel young is to rub snail serum on my face.
Yes, it was a packet of snail serum…a non-surgical breakthrough technology…
made, if this young girl was correct, to be used by old people just like me.
As I was reading the packet…there came another surprise…
“Come into the store.” She said,
“I’ve got something that will help fix your tired eyes.”
I respectfully declined…thanked her for the snail serum…
and told her to have a nice day…
then with my wrinkled face and tired eyes caught up with Deborah
and we went happily on our way.
The next morning as I looked in the mirror…in my hand I held my snail serum stash
only for a moment before throwing it in the trash.
Because….
Behind my wrinkles and my tired eyes…in the mirror it’s a young man I still see…
and that is all that really matters…
to which…I imagine…
every snail would agree.