Category Archives: ABOUT

Interesting story folks ๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค‘

Norway: *5 weeks paid vacation. 6 when you hit 60 years old.

US: *Life expectancy 78.69 years

    Advertisements

    Hilter last days

    This photo is the last known copy of Hitler 1946

    “THE Heart ART of Compassion!”

    “IN SEARCH OF THE SACRED HEART OF JESUS!”* a poem a.k.a.: “THE Heart ART of Compassion!” Feb. 10, 2019 (Sunday) for: Brian, after his Spanish Class!

    COME LEARN; GET SMART! (pause)
    “BUT!-I-want-a-‘GOOD’ HEART! So, tell me – What-can-I-do?”

    WELL! THIS-IS-THE- O N L Y-ADVICE-I-CAN-OFFER!
    IT’S ALL THAT I HAVE FOR YOU:
    “Die WELL! just die – in-a-‘pauper’s’-grave,
    With all the townsfolk! there – to rave,
    ABOUT WHAT-A-WONDERFUL -AND-KIND-BLOKE YOU WERE,
    As they’re throwing-flowers-and-crying- at-your-funeral-for-sure!”

    So, I gave up all of-my considerable estate;
    GAVE-IT-ALL TO-MY-NEIGHBORS, WHO TOLD ME I-WAS-GREAT,
    And I lived as a pauper, ate water and bread;
    I slept always outside, with rocks for my bed,
    And I died and-went-to-Heaven, but no-one-came to grieve,
    At my funeral site – ALONE! I-DID “LEAVE!?”
    I-guess my-Heart-was-never-“GOOD,” since no one came to mourn;
    WHAT-A-PITY IT-REALLY-WAS, THAT-I WAS EVER BORN,
    Even though I gave-up my money – property – and estate!

    “BUT YOUR INTENTION MUST BE PURE, for, a ‘GOOD’ heart ISN’T ‘GREAT,’
    IF-you’re-‘TRYING’-to-have-‘a good heart!’ for SUCH-only-happens to,
    Those who simply DO THEIR BEST – with no reward in view!
    An-INTENTION TO-BE-GOOD for-the-sake of recognition,
    Is never very “sacred!” You might as well go fishin’!
    And IF you catch a fish – to eat for dinner time,
    Apologize &-thank the fish, for that can be sublime!
    Yet, IF-THE-FISH SAYS: “THROW ME BACK!” Do it right away,
    And forget-dinner on that night! PERHAPS, ANOTHER DAY!
    But, if the fish says: “OK! You’re welcome!” and “Have-a-real-good-meal,”
    Then share fish dinner – with a stranger – one, for whom you feel,
    COMPASSION! (pause)
    Plus-the-compassion-you-showed, by-being-‘mindful’-of-your-food!
    COMPASSION’S FOUND IN-A-GOOD-HEART, with A-KINDLY, HAPPY MOOD!”

    fin <3

    * – or The Buddha, Moses, Muhammad, Confucius, Zoroaster, Krishna, or your favorite!

    COMPASSION
    Miracle ๐Ÿ‘„

    “CAUGHT IN THE WORDS OF THE COSMIC WORD FIGHT!”

    “CAUGHT IN THE WORDS OF THE COSMIC WORD FIGHT!” a poem February 10, 2019 (Sunday)

    THOUGHTS ARE HERE AND GONE ALL THE TIME!!!
    They-are from “THE DIVINE WORDER!” He might throw you a rhyme,
    Or a sentence! or – a word or two,
    Or-3-or-4-will-POP-outta-Him, and he’ll-throw-them-at-YOU!

    They’ll-hit-you! RIGHT THERE! on-the-blackboard-o’-your-mind,
    And it OFTEN depends upon what he has dined,
    ON! For, if he ate fruit – or a few sips o’ juice,
    What hits is a light and a sweet, little verse!
    If the meal fare was heavy pork – or something with butter,
    Weighty words like CARDAMOM are what he might mutter,

    But HE JUST KEEPS TOSSING “for all that he’s worth,”
    And, if you’re Shakespeare or Poe, what-is given birth,
    Are stories and/or plays short-or-long-but-really-“DEEP,”
    But it’s ALL THERE FOR YOU, unless-you-go-to-sleep,
    In which case you dream – of castles and kings,
    Of sweet romance – and other crazy things,
    Like the future where cars fly – and women turn into men, (pause)
    And then regret what they’ve done – for the words thrown at a HEN,
    Are more about LOVE – little children – hair styles and shopping,
    But onto men’s blackboards: t-t s – pus—s – cars & dirty hands will be “popping!”

    The thoughts & the words & the stories are EVER TOURING,
    UNTIL – one day – thoughts about DEATH! begin pouring,
    On your screens OR lots-of-fear-and-concern-about-the-VALUE-of-Life,
    So you might “take” a husband – or, maybe, a wife!

    THE DIVINE-WORD-THROWER is OUTTA CONTROL!
    So-you’ll go to The Doctors! for pills they will dole,
    OUT-to-you – TO OBSCURE what you might see on The Board!
    IF the pills wear off, the-words-are-stacked-up-&-messy, and you go: “Oh, Dear Lord,
    Make-it-STOP-it’s-TOO-MUCH!” but-The-WORDER-don’t-care,
    He just keeps on a-tossing, so The Board won’t be bare!

    If you die in your sleep, and wake up again,
    IN ANOTHER LIFE – THE BOARD! IT-IS ALL FILLED IN!!!
    You try to “piece it all together!” What a terrible mess?!
    Or you take a big hose-and-wash-it-off, more or less,
    To have a CLEAN SLATE, but – The Divine-WORDER-will-just hate,
    A vacuum or clean palette, so he won’t hesitate,
    To do WHAT HE DOES! in rapid time NOW!
    Maniacally tossing sentences – They hit and go POW,
    UNTIL, maybe, one day, YOU somehow STOP – and you talk nice to HIM,
    And-ask-Him-what-He-wants! and He’ll pause, with a grin,
    Not knowing what to say, UNTIL – “these words” pop out: (pause)
    “I wish someone would give ME some words, so I wouldn’t have to doubt,
    What to do or say next, for I just keep-on a-throwing,
    Words – because – What to do next in my life IS WHAT I’M NEVER KNOWING!

    So, you suggest – a few words – like: “I LOVE YOU!” and “please,”
    And “Thanks for the memories – ” and words-about-“the-birds-and-the-bees;”
    You-all EXCHANGE THOUGHTS – or – You TOTALLY “take charge,”
    To-where the barrage of words – becomes minimal – not so very large,
    And things SLOWLY TURN, and time stills way down,
    Past hurts are forgotten – and we all lose our frown,
    And HEAVEN JUST SHINES! in loving, kind ways,
    Everyone’s HAPPY – and nobody says,
    Much of anything – We just smile – and nice thoughts we send,
    In harmony and peace – no more dreadful “mind bend,”
    Or words being thrown at us – to have to deal about!
    WE ARE JUST BLANK SLATES, NO TEARS AND NO POUT! (long pause)

    We breathe – We sigh – We move slowly, with CALM, (pause)
    UNTIL – ONE DAY SOMEBODY UTTERS THIS BOMB:
    “Hey! This is boring! Let’s do something fun!”
    And someone yells: “FOOD FIGHT!” and we’re all “on the run,”
    Tossing words in long sentences – pell-mell, all around;
    WE’RE ALL “THE DIVINE WORDER!” and it’s “fever pitch” sound!!
    The words, thoughts, expressions – are all out-of This World;
    We’re back in FULL SWING! with dynamically whirled,
    WORDS! words – words – words It’s a new season of THOUGHT,
    And here we are AGAIN, My Friends – IN WORDS WE ARE CAUGHT!

    fin <3

    And, if that’s not fun enough for you, well, you know what we’ll do?
    WE’LL TAKE TURNS WITH THE CHALK – AND-WE’LL DRAW PICTURES TOO!!

    Words ๐Ÿค—
    Peace on Earth ๐Ÿ•Š

    Drugs the Sadness of Drugs ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›๐Ÿž๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ•ท

    I saw this on Facebook and really felt the need to share it.
    I have NEVER seen a more perfect poem, written in the saddest way.
    “I destroy homes, tear families… apart – take your children, and that’s just the start.
    I’m more costly than diamonds, more costly than gold – the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
    And if you need me, remember I’m easily found.
    I live all around you, in schools and in town.
    I live with the rich, I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe next door.
    My power is awesome – try me you’ll see.
    But if you do, you may never break free.
    Just try me once and I might let you go, but try me twice, and I’ll own your soul.
    When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie.
    You’ll do what you have too just to get high.
    The crimes you’ll commit, for my narcotic charms, will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms.
    You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad.
    When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
    But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised.
    I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways.
    I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate from friends.
    I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your pride, I’ll be with you always, right by your side.
    You’ll give up everything – your family, your home, your friends, your money, then you’ll be alone.
    I’ll take and I’ll take, till you have nothing more to give.
    When I’m finished with you you’ll be lucky to live.
    If you try me be warned this is no game.
    If given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.
    I’ll ravish your body, I’ll control your mind.
    I’ll own you completely; your soul will be mine.
    The nightmares I’ll give you while lying in bed.
    The voices you’ll hear from inside your head.
    The sweats, the shakes, the visions you’ll see.
    I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
    But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart, that you are mine, and we shall not part.
    You’ll regret that you tried me, they always do.
    But you came to me, not I to you.
    You knew this would happen.
    Many times you were told, but you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
    You could have said no, and just walked away.
    If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
    I’ll be your master; you will be my slave.
    I’ll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
    Now that you have met me, what will you do?
    Will you try me or not?
    It’s all up to you.
    I can bring you more misery than words can tell.
    Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.”
    Signed
    DRUGS ๐Ÿ˜ฅ

    About

    Hello

    Just a short “About” note at Kindness

    We do not “DEBATE” or “PEN” lengthy Comments

    • We respect all views on topics
    • We appreciate learning new skills

    Hello ๐Ÿ˜

    KINDNESS : Dazzled

    Don’t ever look for Inspiration from me

    I AM NOT IMPORTANT

    I AM  JUST ME!

    I like me just the way I am!

    I don’t “Live in a BOX”

    You know we are all the same inside our bodies

    What ever happened to the human brain?

    How many Categories of sexual BOXES are there now? 

    How many BOXES are there of man-made religion are there now?

    Add them up yourself cause, I have! 

    We all live on one planet called Earth

    Men and females, same species

    Just imagine if we had no countries

    No man made Relgion 

    That would be a beautiful planet to live in Peacefulness as one..

    Thoughts through my eyes

    EDITOR : Dazzled

     

    1438132_L.jpg