Non- living world to hold hidden consciousness.
Under some favourable circumstances
asd suitable environ, life originated from non- living sources.
Started journey
through unicellular to multi -cellular organism
accommodating plant kingdom
and entering into animal world.
Process of evolution went on billions of years
very slowly and still going on under gradual refinement.
Realisation sprouting from intangible intuition
twined with cognitive impulsion
igniting dormant consciousness.
Conflagrating confluence of confusion
leading to path of enlightenment
breaking contour of ignorance
converging to consciousness.
Consciousness is capability of analytic judgement
overpowering 'selfishness, greed, malice
Strong sense of right and wrong,
confidence to count on justice.
supporting sanity and humanity.
Continuous evolution of consciousness running
excelling and refining to reach summit,
merging to supreme power.
Forgive me but I just don't understand
What drives “people” to enter a school
Massacre forty young people
And burn their female teacher alive
It's beyond my comprehension
How an intelligent caring human being
Can willingly commit this atrocity
There lies the crux of the matter
They are NOT “intelligent caring human beings”
They are EVIL MONSTERS... period!
They don't belong to the HUMAN race!
They are freaks of nature
An anomaly... deviates from normal human behavior
Who have a totally warped sense of right and wrong
The lunatic fringe... THAT MUST BE STOPPED
At all costs... this cannot continue
This is NOT a normal human condition
Civilized people can fathom the depth
That these sub-humans will go to
As with the absolute majority of peace loving individuals
I am appauled beyond belief
I would like to say I'm speechless
Which is obviously not the case... this site is a forum
To express our absolute and utter rage
When these deviants commit these atrocities
IT'S A TOTALLY DISGUSTING OUTRAGE!!!
(a previous post)
I was once taught it was crazy (at least that’s what my Psychology professor said) for a person…any person…to hear voices in their head.
I understand the lesson my psychology professor was conveying…but I also know it all depends on what those voices might be saying.
I hear the voices of my parents as they were helping me to grow…I hear the voices of our children and grandchildren from not so long ago.
I hear the voices of my family as we celebrate a special day…I hear the voices of many a friend whom I’ve met along the way.
Some voices I hear help guide me…as they were meant to do…other voices, quite simply, I just love to listen to.
Whether these voices are giving me counsel…or allowing me sweet reveries…they have become my sense of right and wrong as well as a link to my memories.
Listening to these voices I’ve learned the world is not as black and white as my psychology professor said…
and that you don’t have to be crazy…
to hear voices in your head.
I wish I were a psychopath, that's the state of mind I wish I had won,
never knowing what it's like to experience at all one single emotion.
I would gladly give up feeling love, joy and happiness,
if feeling unhappiness, grief and depression were never experienced.
I wish I were a psychopath, that's where I truly belong.
I don't want to feel anything at all, but still have a sense of right and wrong.
I try to be good,
but recalcitrance like a flower
blooms in my hands,
which have turned from flesh to wax.
My sense of right and wrong wanes.
Delinquence stems
from lack of conscience,
pushing you to your fall.
Maggot eaten flesh of family relationships
Putrid stench emanating from the sores
Our sense of right and wrong we justify
Hold our ground till the other person falls
Where love and affection rules
There exists no need to prove
Only the desire to remove the others pain
The sweet word “sorry” to say
Should I say first or should it be you
Let us not wait to see where it all started
Lest the womb that brought us forth
Cries out “no more agony
Why is it so hard for some to have self control?
All you have to do is just have a little discipline.
It’s a state of mind you should never have to be told.
It’s based on strength of character that comes from within.
We’re all born with an inherent sense of right and wrong,
Whether into a family of the rich or the poor.
Someone with bad intentions always sings the same old song.
They use the excuse that they were never shown an open door.
No one ever said that life was easy or even fair,
But it’s up to you as an individual to see,
That everyone has their own demons and cross to bear,
And you’re the only one that can set yourself free.
No matter who you are or where you come from,
Or whether you believe in God or something else,
You can always choose to do something good for someone,
And know in your heart that goodness begins with yourself.
The one who loved his mother well
gave her respect through out the years
when from a child he knew she cared
and seldom caused her many tears.
Although no saint, he always had
a sharpened sense of right and wrong
and though he traveled to many lands
he never stayed away for long.
For family was where he'd made
a home of comfort in his heart
with precious memories that stayed
from where his thoughts would not depart.
The one who loved his mother well
who cared for her through out his life
the love he gave, I'll ever tell
a legacy of a sweet and giving life.
Written on 5/23/2017
Stalking
I want to write a poem about my friend Tim
He thinks I want to stalk everyone
Ahh my friend
That is so farther from the truth
What is stalking?
Stalking is being obsessed with someone
And won't leave that person alone
It is being consumed in your thoughts
That you don't have any sense of right and wrong
It is being out of control
Full of emotions, pent up anger
It's about being revenged
Whether that makes sense or not in that person's heart
Anyway, in the end someone loses
Either a sense of themselves
Or a sense of real being
Did I touch enough on the subject?
I hope I did
At least enough of telling you not to do it
Don't do it okay?
Not cool
I am so intrigued with my minds wandering
The deposits of endurance only keep me awake
The criminal element of my soul is yearning
Have I dreamed this adventure?
The killing fields littered with bodies
Too much blood to digest, the animals circling, lust in their eyes
My sense of right and wrong altered
In another state of mind
Go to the tower recognize your width
The eve of tomorrow is here not in the distant future
You are the one element of nature to reclaim your right
Murder is a word only in your competitive nature
Gain the advantage crush the only thing that keeps you alive
The fall winds are shifting, the moon is so full
It's as if you can't come back It's deep in your soul
Breathe, breathe take everything you can
Your life is about to transcend
A Very Inviting Temptation!
I remember of a particular situation.
I was offered a very "inviting" temptation.
The situation I was in... I didn't belong!
And lost any sense of "right and wrong."
At first... I felt no guilt or shame.
And brought embarrassment
to my family's name.
I tried to explain this to my wife and kids.
I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!"
The Godly principles were "tossed to the side,"
As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride.
Soon, all in my life that truly mattered...
Was gone! My life was empty and shattered!
I was sorry for all of the problems I caused!
This time... I took a moment to pause.
I cried to God to rescue me from my sin.
I confessed! Would God help me once again?
I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love!
This time the help I needed had to come from above!
I asked him for a fresh and brand new start.
He removed the stain from a broken heart.
He restored to me the joy I once had.
I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad!
Jesus is the reason I'm here today!
I LOVE HIM more than words can say!
By Jim Pemberton
Angel on my right shoulder battles devil on my left
Ever guiding my actions, saving my soul from bereft
Angels are among us, like Clarence on Stewart's bridge
Reminding us to avoid falling from grace at the ridge
My special angel's sweet voice sounds so much like my mother's
We each have a conscience that is unlike any other's
Spirits of loved ones who've passed want us to know heaven's joy
So we’ll reunite with them and eternal bliss enjoy
So, Mom, if you are listening, your voice overtakes evil
Helping me find the right path, you have mastered soul retrieval
A wonderful life is bestowed by a righteous urging
From an angel observer seeking spiritual merging
My sense of right and wrong will still create battles ahead
But if I heed my mother’s voice, I’ll never be misled
July 2, 2011
For the "Me Against Myself" contest
Since we've seen each other well its been kinda long
But something must have happened our connections' kinda strong
And I really need my heart to take me right where I belong
Cause i've been doing good to long to turn around and do wrong
You took me from my boyfriend I didn't want to play along
With his games all he wanted was to see me in a thong
Better yet to take it off
But I'm not like that uh uhh
I have a sense of right and wrong
Yeah mama taught me right from wrong
But my daddy taught me too
What a good man is supposed to do
And yes I listened thats how I knew
Thats how I knew that it was you
Anyway back to what I was sayin'
I havent seen you since 7th grade and
I just dont know if you're the same within
The same you've always been
So i guess what im trying to speak of
Is the fact you're all I think of
So im gonna take my head out the clouds above
And ask do you accept my love?
I have come to meet many
that I've wished I could eviscerate with a single thought.
It's a good thing that I do have a strong sense of right and wrong
or many presently now would be naught.
The melody is haunting me
Black and white, an old TV
A darkened room, the smoke perfume
insults the sense of right and wrong
Elbows rest upon a bar
Heads are bent, to hide the scars
and troubled souls have found a throne
Some will find a well known home
in a shot-glass of a song
A clarinet has cried the blues
A secret lies with deep regret
Who cares that no one gives a rip?
It's just enough to face the night
Another place to roll the dice
And once again, when tears have dried
they'll leave this place
without a face
to walk away without a trace
leaving me to wonder who
has left me in this darkened room
alone
Written while listening to Billie Holiday
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