" I've pondered my nature
in the open will of defiance
stranger before my own
am I the example
of liberty-
summoned unto judgement
before the seats of a fools council
am I bred in open rebellion
pleadged in the court
of deceit-
bear my wretched wings
if they should fall by my side
for I have no grievance
before the sword
of the injustice-
demise is their proven poison
whose sweet intoxication is damning
believing that such justice
might bring the rewards-
that I myself refused "
Mandeville
He choose bad ways,
Old anton le vey..
He's most likely in hell
So far as signs tell.?
Jesus still; the only way'
Play well the vinyl of your teenhood,
since it sounds nice like waters out of a spring,
but if not played with care and dexterity
it loses rhythm to the roars of thunderbolts.
Yet it always blooms like dawn of a bright day,
full of hopes, rewards, and aspirations
that can get blown away by veiled distractions
that may appear welcoming and comforting.
Green years plant trees with sweet fruits—
the wise sip the juice with caution.
Though sometimes so sweet the throat can’t resist,
its flavours are best savoured a bit at a time.
For those whose flowers still bloom,
take care to nurture and prune them.
Many dry seasons are ahead that can wilt them—
yet their beauty we pray to last us beyond dry weathers.
Let the record spin past its labeled side,
into the run-out groove where silence hums.
There the thunder is only a memory of rain,
and the spring, though distant, still feeds the roots.
Quote: “A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well — or ill?” — John Steinbeck, East of Eden
In the desert of my days I wander,
the sun’s brittle crown upon cracked earth.
Dust drifts like old regrets between my steps,
and the horizon yawns — unforgiving and still.
Then the sea-storm rises inside me, roaring,
salt-heavy waves lash at the fragile dunes of hope.
A thunder-gulf within the ribcage demands its toll,
and I stand, drenched, amid the wreckage of decisions.
When the storm recedes, the desert lies hollow again,
wind-scrubbed, bare of consolation, shimmering in regret.
I ask the hard question beneath the pale, empty sky:
Was it good—or evil? Have I done well—or ill?
a twitch of the line signals action below
grip tightens on the rod in hope of a strike
heart pounding, scarce breathing, all senses aglow
success calls for patience and reflex alike
without warning the calm smooth surface shatters
ensuring a set hook is all that matters
when the angler prevails and takes a selfie
for the love of sport fishing set that life free
for protection through life they sell me a plan
to hand over thousands that i'll never see
signing my name to a contract i just scan
to cover a what if this happens to me
through health and good fortune the one thing i lose
payment for insurance that i didn't use
i'm sure some folks are thankful, to say the least
till viewing their next bill and find it increased
Johre
White Light
penetrates Gaia
she opens Her lava
oozes the Violet Flame
fountains of Sophi-El spring
containing silver fish
we eat them Not
Johre reward >>
Integration =
Sati
masculine feminine
figure of eight moves
awareness defines steps
opposites magnetise eyes
east loves west north adores south
within square is rectangle mouthed
circles sliding across smoothly flow
overlapping voids birth material power
Sati reward >>
Peace =
Shanti
all is One
under Galactic Sun
spiral in seasons graceful tall
points on all timelines timeously fall
dimensional realities to magically merge
human to superhuman, AI to sentient aides
angels to archangels winking in delightful blinks
Shanti reward >>
Power =
Chokoray
next~~~~~~~~~~~~instalment >>>wait
Was that me?
from that introvert freak
timid
confused
always trying to please others
so they will not criticize me
coming out of the shell
was so difficult
but
I managed slowly
by
learning new things every day
counting on small achievements
patting my own back
rewarding herself
taking the remote control
of happiness
in my own hands
gaining confidence bit by bit
no more begging for appreciation
no more copying others
no more fear of rejection
still caring and loving people
Often asking the mirror
was that weak-willed
really me?
He came to His church,
For promotional award,
Each for its reward.
What would you do if you got an extra five thousand dollars?
I made a little list.
I would pay for all of my friends’ meals this week.
Why wait? I asked myself.
Knowing that it would make me feel great.
I paid for their meals, having faith the universe would reward me.
After I had paid for three meals my contact for next year arrived.
I am not getting an extra five thousand dollars.
I am getting an extra seven thousand dollars.
I got online to see how much a fire truck costs.
I used to always want one.
Of course I was ten at that time.
Insight showed me that this is not my true desire any more.
I guess I will keep buying my friends’ lunches.
And maybe some doggie chews and some art supplies.
And a steak for my husband.
My needs are simple.
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Rewards
Haiku By Miracle Man
3/21/2023
For every reward
a price is always attached
born by someone else
It is often heard as a whisper in the wind,
When leaping forward to take a chance.
Where the heart is put forth to reason,
While stumbling to join the next dance.
Well known for this emotional gamble,
With stakes one can rarely forget.
As risk may outweigh what's available,
And the loss won't weaken the regret.
Yet this nature can also recall the rewards,
That this sacrifice may yield, if bet.
With a bond to withstand any tarnish,
When the compliments endure for the duet.
Since this leap is riddled by imperfection,
Very few will win all without defeat.
The question remains then, whether to
Participate, and take a step forward to compete.
I hope you enjoy thinking back to the simple life,
To the things you remember from when you were young.
But the good times ahead you will share with your wife
In your house on the hill and the trees you’re among.
You have built your home where you’d like to retire,
Nestled in beautiful Arizona scenery.
The sunrises and sunsets give their all to inspire,
Showing all their colors for you and her to see.
You’ve done a lot of things in your life that you can be proud of.
You’ve worked hard and helped others along the way.
There have been ups and downs, but a life full of love
Is something you’ve shown others how to repay.
The spring of your life gave you a lot of friends
And the summer of your life has kept you out of the cold.
Now that the fall of your life is coming to an end,
In the winter of your life, I hope you never feel old.
I
A week before one can eat again
No great illness
Listen to the wisdom of the body
No food remains
Expelled by mouth or tummy
Ask for intervention
Then wait
In faith
II
Those who wait and pray without hate
Will mount up on wings of eagles
They shall run without fatigue
And nobfear of human or spirits
Shall have any Dominion
Which belongs to the Lord
( Read Isaiah, psalms, Matthew. Psalm 37:7)
My great pleasure is at the movie
A Popcorn & drink as I sit content
Several flicks are groovy.
My great pleasure is at the movie
It feels like a strawberry smoothie
Reward points are dollars spent.
My great pleasure is at the movie
A Popcorn & drink as I sit content
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