When THEY CAN HANDLE THE TRUTH! When-they-can-“give-IT-a-go,”
And BE GOD! MANIFEST in This Dimension?
A monster made FLESH! Can-you feel The Tension?
A man (once dead?) was asked – by SOME-GOD,
“What do you want ‘down there? ‘ When-you’re-stuck-in-THE-BOD?”
And, after thinking, with thoughts-pretty-clear,
He said: “Here’s what I want -May I have this, my Dear?
(1) I want no knowledge of this conversation;
And (2) No knowledge of this, my ‘proclamation,’
Which-is – to be ‘a healer’ of all in pain!
On-whomever my shadow falls, may that person gain,
‘Reasonable’ health, physical AND mental,
Having no need of doctors, medical or dental,
And (3) I’ll never have any idea – that it was me,
That had anything to do with it! For, don’t you see,
IF I was aware of this wonderful power,
I would become prideful OR I would cower,
Knowing the awesome responsibility of it all!
There, God of Wishes! That is MY CALL!”
“Well wished for,” said The Genie to me;
“Your wish is granted! I hope to see,
More of you in ‘the future!’ Good luck! Don’t cry!”
DID SOMETHING JUST HAPPEN! WHERE AM I!
You for you died today –
Grief is wanting to hold that love close one last time. The irony of grief is that the person you need to talk and hold, to smell, to feel that loving heartbeat when they are no longer there will follow you everywhere you go. When a women truly loves her man those feelings never leave you. All that matters its who you love and who loves you, they are always with you until tomorrow the love I sleep in your shirt, you’re always holding me. See you in Venus, whoa 😮 I been loved by the best❤️
What is it about life, one moment you believe the journey meant something. Then along comes that time when it crashes around you. The realisation of hurting is just to intense as you stop breathing cause you’re hurting with a broken soul. Like shattered glass cutting deep, suddenly you can see all was in vain. You’re best wasn’t good enough. You’re not good enough. Life starts slipping away. Sleep is escaping from from the misery of knowing you failed again. Thoughts from yesterday.
God is up to something. There is a reason why you travelled your journey that your going through. Never be afraid what comes through you, for you are only an instrument of the Lord. Trust the process. God has you in his arms. As the hours past a new door opens praise the Lord Amen 🙇
https://youtu.be/I-G8IfjPAII Don't Give up Have you ever wondered why folk give up! Watch the warning signsSomeone inside perhaps retreats within themselvesSilence is seen as escapism when in fact what happens inside a living being is our message from our gut really is the bodies way of reacting to lack of water, nourishment, surviving drought or … Read More
Forgiving and being reconciled to our enemies or our loved ones are not about pretending that things are other than they are. It is not about patting one another on the back and turning a blind eye to the wrong. True reconciliation exposes the awfulness, the abuse, the hurt, the truth. It could even sometimes … Read More
King was a great role model for activists. Don't let up. King outlines the four pillars of nonviolent resistance —parallel to the four rules for arguing intelligently that atheist philosopher Daniel Bennett would formulate more than half a century later — In any nonviolent campaign there are four basic steps: 1) collection of the facts … Read More
What was the scariest close call you've ever had? At 9 a.m, two police constable patrolling the streets on motorcycle radioed a “shots fired” call regarding unknown suspects riding a white car. They said they are chasing the car. A very short call, made only once. I heard them on my Motorola pocket wireless set. … Read More
We pray protest for better, peaceful world, but unflinchingly contribute to another form of cruelty & violence daily . We stand up against racism, but unflinchingly say "animals were created by God for us to eat" . We stand up against slavery, but unflinchingly breed billions of other Earthlings into a short miserable life of … Read More
A leader leads with vision and wisdom" selfish people cannot be leaders because they cannot see beyond there own interests to see the big picture" a prophet derives from oppression, depression and regression!! The guiding premise of the universe is Morality"..
“THE KNACK!” a poem Sept. 30, 2018 [Sunday] “Be like children – IF you truly desire, THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN – for which you inquire!?”* (And what does this mean?) – After 2 thousand years, Haven’t you figured – – – it-out? My dears? RESILIENCE-is a-key = two girls in the shower, You can almost … Read More
iscussing and considering this stuff can only do so much because the natural way of living is BEYOND ANALYSIS – it has to BE: i.e.: just naturally existent. It can't be contrived, faked, attempted . . . it's just got to be the truly natural "way of doing business." It's really communism, done without any … Read More
Watch the warning signs Someone inside perhaps retreats within themselves Silence is seen as escapism when in fact what happens inside a living being is our message from our gut really is the bodies way of reacting to lack of water, nourishment, surviving drought or famine inside all living matter fighting for survival. The role then is sent to the brainwaves simply GIVE UP.
WE ARE ALL FRAGILE NO ONE IS INVINCIBLE 🙁
Or maybe a sensitive Soul is mentally tired.
Mental illness has naught to do with giving up is a dangerous precursor to SUICIDE.
Animals, Humans, plants give up too. Why?
This Earth is Fragile we to are fragile
Every living being has this point called Fragility
We never know, what lays behind those eyes until the day we turn around to find another life LOST
Fragile– life is everyone’s responsibility.
Promises made at the moment, that are forfeited by the way perhaps unintended Promise’s never kept could destroy a life Scared, disappointed, anger, loss of dignity, loss of trust, loss of love, all are a precursor to an already FRAGILE Soul.
Thought for the day “When you make a promise — that is your word” You are only respected by your “Word”of promise you have made. Another Gentleman may say you are as good as your Word!
💥 Here at Dazzle the team intends to look at Broken Soul – SUICIDE — a subject we will all deal with around our lives with family, friends also with strangers who are FRAGILE.
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I love you enough to fight for you, compromise for you and sacrifice myself for you if need be enough to miss you ~ incredibly when we are apart no matter what time it is for and regardless of the long distance .
I love you enough to believe in our relationship to standby it through the worst times to have faith in our strength as a couple and never give up on us
I love you enough to spend the rest of my life with you, be there for you when you need or want to me and never ever want to leave you
I love you now to never want to live without you, from this day forward
I realised something yesterday ~ I need you I trust you ~
Two women were playing golf. One teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole.
The ball hit one of the men. He immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony. The woman rushed down to the man, and immediately began to apologize.
‘Please allow me to help. I’m a Physical Therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you’d allow me,’ she told him.
‘Oh, no, I’ll be all right. I’ll be fine in a few minutes,’ the man replied. He was in obvious agony, lying in the fetal position, still clasping his hands there at his groin.
At her persistence, however, he finally allowed her to help. She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, loosened his pants and put her hands inside. She administered tender and artful massage for several long moments and asked, ‘How does that feel’?
‘Feels great,’ he replied; ‘but I still think my thumb’s broken!’
“Collective Insanity!” a poem 11 May 2019 (Saturday)
Is-there-really-[any]-REAL-MEANING [that]-we’re-“leaning toward?”
Or, isn’t-this-mostly, [about]-finding-SOMETHING so-we-don’t-get-[too]-bored?
Because we’re-mostly-seeking-BETTER! or-MORE! or, maybe, “wetter!”
BELIEVING-THINGS!! like: “Things-that-look-wetter are better!?”
LIFE! may-not-be-terribly (if-at-all) “profound,”
Especially – when-we-constantly seem-to-be-BOUND,
And we’re-told-to-be-content with-a-designated “[Shepherd] Squire,”
Who has a happy – and-somewhat kind demeanor,
Pinocchio! Pinocchio! With Him, we’ll cry and sing,
Hoping-for-A-Blue-Fairy to come! With Her, She’ll bring,
Her-lovely-comrade “The Shepherd King!”
And, together, they’ll help you be-a-“perfect”-“ding-a-ling!”
Is there any relief – from this eternally, on-going ruse?
Well, of course there is! – IF you drink enough booze,
Or-if-you-just-force-yourself – to-“kiss The Ring” of-The-Powers-That-Be!
I think there’s probably no escape from OUR COLLECTIVE INSANITY!
– or HURTing! ** – in one version of the “Pinocchio” story, boys flock to a carnival (“life”), and, as they enjoy themselves “at the fair,” they grow ears, donkey hair and hoofs, eventually starting to bray [or pray], finally turning into real donkeys! Often, we in our societies consider ourselves “sheep,” or some animal because we become so dependent on our governments, doctors and religious leaders! Like Odysseus’ men, we become transformed into animals because we can not resist the spell of a charismatic witch or wizard!
From day one, it’s just been my white mom and me, although that’s nothing I would complain about. Throughout my life, she has been one of the only people in my white family to acknowledge and promote me being black. Since I never knew or met my father or the black side of my family, that was a big thing. I had nobody of color in my known family and for a while, very few black people in my life at all. Looking back on 18 years of living, my mom has been the only person in my family who encourages me and helps me understand what it means to be black, live life as a black youth and young man. She’s the only person who ever brought black role models into my life and acknowledged the struggles I’ve faced being a black young man.
One of the largest nuisances I’ve faced has been people constantly insisting that I “pick a side.” I was born to a white mom and a black father who was never present, making me half black and light skinned. Because of who I am, people throughout my life, especially into high school, would insist on me being either black or white. Maybe it was because I’m from the south, but people casually tell me I am “too white” to really be black. And, yet for someone who was “too white,” I constantly dealt with the disadvantages that came with being black in the American south.
My grandma is one of the people who constantly insisted I was white whenever she got the chance. If I ever mentioned being black around my grandma, she would always chime in with “you’re white, too” no matter who I was talking to or what the context was. She could literally be in another room as I mentioned being black and she would holler into the room that I’m also white. My grandmother once even sat me down to try and explain to me how President Obama was black, and I was different because I’m white. Even though we both are mixed are both were born of a white mother and black father, it seemed to miss her. To her President Obama and I were two totally different racial categories simply because she said so and could somehow justify it in her narrow mind. My mom explained to me that this is called cognitive dissonance.
No matter how much my grandma or others insisted I was white I still have to struggle with the burdens and microaggressions that black people regularly face. When I was 15 and 16 I learned to drive knowing that getting pulled over for any reason, even as small as for a speeding ticket, could get me shot by a cop without reason or cause. While other kids were learning to yield to pedestrians, my mom taught me to put my hands on the dash and not make any sudden moves in the case of a traffic stop.
I learned that the white cop who stopped me as I was walking around Downtown Fort Myers with my white girlfriend just to ask her in the middle of our date “Are you okay? Is this man bothering you?” wouldn’t see me as white but as a black man who has no business walking around town with a white young lady. He sees me as a nuisance and a trouble maker.
I grew up knowing that no matter how white I am, confederate flag toting rednecks would still have no problem telling me and my friends to “go back home you niggers” as they drove by in their pickup trucks. Whenever somebody asks what race I am I proudly say that I am black. Because being half white has shown me the privileges that come with being white while providing me access to none of them. Being half black simply gives me a window to peer into the house of the white world as I stand outside getting soaked by the downpour of burdens that come with being black.
We had a black PRESIDENT
We had a black First Lady
We had black attorney general’s, one man and one woman
We have a black Secretary of State
We had a black Chief of Staff for the Armed Services
We have a black female National Security Advisors
A back woman is among the ten wealthiest people in the contry
We have a black Supreme Court Justice
We have a Hispanic female Supreme Court Justice
We have black Congressmen, black Senators, black mayors and black entertainers
We have black Police Officers and black Firefighters
We have a Black Miss American Pagent
We have a black woman win the Miss American Pagent ( no White Miss American Pageants allowed) 😊
The National Football League is 70% black
The National Basket League is 75% black
Major League Baseball is 45% black
All these accomplishments, yet African Americans are just now topping 13% of the American population