I walked along the road in nowhere
Seeing only the shadows of nothing
Then suddenly something almost real appeared
And I was sent somewhere in the absence of anything
Here the nonsense of the unreal was codified
And the theory of the ridiculous was lived daily
So that the logical was absurd
And the rational was only a syllable of nonsense
So I laughed with the emotions of the ancients
And thought with the thoughts of the dead
So that the result was as real as this unreality
Of infantilism and hate mixed with rage and desolation
I asked myself where I was
Only to hear an answer from nowhere
I asked why I was here
And I heard an answer that sounded like nothing
So I laughed with the laughter of Seneca
And gave in to the non-emotions of the Stoics
I sensed that I had finally arrived
At the end of the road in nowhere
Plato says that Heaven is perfect things,
that nothing pure or good exists on earth.
We leave the Ideal World when, at our birth,
like ants who've briefly flown, we shed our wings.
All infants cry, in Shakespeare's view, when first
they leave the womb, to find this Vale of Tears
is what they must inhabit four score years,
dreading hardships into which they've burst.
Our human life, so Seneca would say,
is prone to failure, suffering and pain.
The only shreds of solace that remain
are stoic calm, acceptance of decay.
They're wrong, of course, to tend towards this view:
but then, my Perfect Girl, they didn't know you.
"A woman is not just someone whose shape is praised
only for her legs or arms... but one whose entire appearance
allows for the possibility of admiring her individual parts." Seneca!
The greatest example of quality,
of human greatness!
Spiritual superiority,
moral development,
elevated evolution,
celestial proximity,
with the highest spheres...
This is woman,
the synthesis of what it means to be human!
Woman, human being
holder of potential
of divine virtues,
missionary creature
granted by God...
Therefore, close
to the divine works
to care, watch over, and give love...
Woman, fulcrum of compassion
endowed with a sense of balance
knows how to act in disparate situations
with tenderness and competence
handles mistakes with
mastery and dexterity...
Woman is the greatest love,
the mainspring of life!
the ultimate symbol of beauty!
The Enemy Within
"All cruelty springs from weakness." - Seneca
Oh Yes.
There is an Enemy Within.
It lives within, feeds upon, you.
Senseless, yelloweyed
It informs all you do.
Born of your Hate, Pride, Ignorance
It warps you daily,
Makes every decision folly.
The pity of it is,
You spent a life rewarded
For every vile transgression
Cheated of every lesson
Worth knowing.
So when Darkness comes for you
- As soon it must -
Its black shape, the shape of your inhumanity,
Will be awaiting by your bedside
To claim you,
Unlamented.
Today’s blessing is about change
comes from the philosopher Seneca
and long ago it was penned….
Every new beginning comes from…
some other new beginning’s end.
The ancient Roman philosopher,
Seneca the Younger,
Is recorded to have said,
“Luck is what happens when
Preparation meets opportunity.”
So how does one prepare for opportunity?
In my experience this means to
Improve, simplify, and use best practice
While guided by the principles of
Flexibility, balance, and patience.
Works for me.
Feeling lucky?
“A man is as miserable as he thinks he is” -Seneca
I want to do bigger and better things in my life
I want to fulfill all my potentialities
I want my actions to be the example
I just want to be the best I can possibly be
I'm prepared to endure great losses
I'm willing to stand in the fire and to bleed
I am prepared to fall into deep despair
Because when I fail, it's a step in the process that sets me free
I know there's only one true competitor in my life
Its the voice of discontent and self-doubt that whispers in my mind
But when I'm mindful of the internal narrative
I'm empowered to control the controllables in my life
For I am responsible
I'm not a pathetic helpless victim in this life
I'm a warrior, a conqueror
I’ll willing to pay the ultimate sacrifice
The sacrifice is having extreme patiences
And staying true to your word
It's about relentless perseverance
Sadly, to the younger generation, these actions seem absurd
This life, my life, will not be taken for granted
I have personal choices to make
And that choice is to give everything I have
Anything less, would be a serious mistake
Ruler of the Cataracts-Maiden of the Mist
The thundering waters of the Niagara.
Voice of the mighty spirits of the water.
The natives believed and yearly sacrificed
a white canoe with fruit and flowers
and a chosen daughter, until the Christians
came and told them Jesus paid. Not until
Lela-Wala, an only child and motherless,
was chosen did the practice subside.
After she dived, her father Chief Eagle
ran out of the woods and followed her.
1/11/2022
HANDSOME LAKE
He was born as Hadawa'ko “Shaking Snow.”
Handsome’s half-brother was Cornplanter.
My heritage from People of the Longhouse —
John married Margaret, a French woman.
She birthed Helen, my great-great-great grandma.
Together they lived on a reservation.
Handsome was born in 1735 in a Seneca village
on the Genesee River into the Turtle Clan —
later he was adopted into the Wolf Clan.
Doubtless my relatives knew of Handsome Lake.
He signed the U.S. treaty with the Six Nations.
1/11/2022
Referenced Wikipedia.com and webwinds.com
Come my friends and beat the drum
For a newer better world to come
So raise your glass to old friends known
And those who have now passed and gone
For bad times will have an end
And we know what it takes to defend
Ourselves from the COVID 19 disease
And kick out the English comedian Katie Hopkins as we please
Get your jab in your arm twice
To stop the virus as cold as ice
Whether it be Astra Seneca or Pfizer made
Roll up your sleeve for us all we bade
And as we sit in our lounge chair
Contemplating for whom we care
Make sure you cleanse hands and wear a mask
Staying home in isolation can be such a task!!
© Paul Warren Poetry
Critical citizen
It's more than my opinion
Did you pray
Do you pray
Or do you just walk away
Delusional Denison
It has been mentioned
How cruel and distant you are
You are hidden shattered star
I'll Fly Away spirit
Crucial brethren
Seneca mistrusting sister
Do you Grudge
Did you mistrust
Is it your way to always complain
Delusional demon
Manifest itself in you while you're dreaming
You're a shattered hidden star
Refusing to stand up instead of walking you crawl
I'll Fly Away spirit
I think I rather pray than complaint
Censor your words
Let's expound encourage.
Humanity Unite
Renew your life
Be endearing and caring
Stop letting it be
Shine Your Light
Pray for me
1/17/20
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Lucretia Mott
The meeker sex, she was not!
At the convention in Seneca Falls
Showed men aren't the only ones with balls!
1/26/19
For Educate Me with Humor contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Seneca Gun and A Sonic Boom
A Seneca gun is usually only one
After it has been over and done;
When you feel,
Wonder if real;
Two or more loom, were sonic boom.
Jim Horn
Plato says that Heaven is perfect things,
that nothing pure or good exists on earth.
We leave the Ideal World when, at our birth,
like ants who've briefly flown, we shed our wings.
All infants cry, in Shakespeare's view, when first
they leave the womb, to find this Vale of Tears
is what they must inhabit four score years,
dreading the hardship into which they've burst.
Our human life, so Seneca would say,
is prone to failure, suffering and pain.
The only shreds of solace that remain
are stoic calm, acceptance of decay.
They're wrong, of course, to tend towards this view:
but then, my Perfect Girl, they didn't know you.
Lady Lake Seneca
Full moon upon lake
Rippling waves bounce at my feet
Sea of stars below
Siren Call
At night it's so strong
My Lady Lake Seneca
Calls to me the most
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