• I am in love with your spirit and the integrity, trapped within the cages of your interior.
While, I will always want you I am taken with your friendship and indebted to your guided protection.
Your tears of guilt and sorrow illuminate my heart with the integrity you shine on me.
Oh! sweet Sagittariious lay your sweet lips upon this Virgonian breast with your sultry might!
Be my first class tempter in my escape to trust in the unknown...
As I lose control, I allow you to be my Beowolf.
And I your Austin, my 'Muslim wanderer'.
Just like you were intrigued with me when I told, "You to come with me,"...
... I am in intermission awaiting for the only man strong enough for me.
-To take his lead
-To have his turn to control me.
There I will be your great sense to the extraordinary and profound life of a Steal Magnolia, "keepin it real," awaiting for her King to take his thrown.
Oh, Beowolf! Overcome the known and have the courage to declare victory of your fear!
Be that is of what Gods beckonath to be...
To be one and set our single hearts free!
Partake in the destiny we hold.
You are the Ying...
The missing puzzle piece of the Yang.
In unison we are the stronger.
Alone you are the wiser strand of subtlety.
And I am the sensibility of the degree of my feminist forethought.
While, I alone am the stronger and bolder...
MY pride to succumb to the prejudice of your masculine adversity...
My heart is reserved for your invitation..
While God keeps me captive...
I the prisoner to await the journey ahead.
He shall keep me at peace till your anointed destiny is taken in full armor.
Your fullest potential and position... .....that level tis not reached
But when you come, you will be that of the great, which will be the master of the highest in the throne of 'Kings of Ole'.
Now, we are the souls of a passionate phenomenon to compel the harmonious flow.
Sir take your road, and together when you unite with me, we will rule together with victory, unity and truth.
Rather than past complete pandemonium in our lives...
We are the cultivation and the manifestation of irreparable completion.
You are my end....
...Until, I am gone and completely taken by the wind and disintegrated in the clay.
I am your best...
...And your retreat
Until tomorrow due what whilst show...
But for now, I am driven to wander in the unknown
Till my spirit reunites with your physical body, I am in the depths of Your thoughts and in the presence of your understanding.
I am within you...
... As you within I.
And together we are united in Jehovah, God, Allah in Christ.
I thought my joy was taken by another and was lost forever...
...But your flavor was blessed upon me and my joy is alive and redeemed inside me.
The formula was the Gift of God to be eternally connected for all time.
I'm not your prisoner in your captivity.
I'm am the saved one.
I am the glorified.
I am of the anointed.
You through God brings revived strength.
You bring me into my adult life.
For what I find in you alone, is a we!
Oh, blessed hero come rescue me!
I'll be here...
Just speak the word.
We are the enlightened.
We are the foundation.
We are the achieved.
We are not the failed.
For if you give me your wisdom,
I'll give you my heart.
Let's be the truth!:)
Now Sir proclaim Amen...now that I've told you that I Love You!:)
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Destined Place
• When the electricity between our two hearts collide a cosmic reaction occurs.
Like when the red ferns are in bloom.
When destiny penetrates there is only one certain resolution-
There is no certain end.
Why adapt when thy can confront?
I a carpet bagger search for humble retreat.
The atonement of thy mercy is pressed within thy womb.
Give me a thimble and I will give you a mountain.
Give me your spirit and I will give you my soul.
Give me only modest courtesy, will only bring defeat.
A transaction is a must...
Yield prosperous inquiry...
And you shed no defeat.
Definitive purpose...
Vicarious spoil...
The garden in harvest...
The berries aboil stew mischief indeed...
The witch casts her spell, I run in worried escape....
I flee to my destined place.
The Shrangrila persists with only God and I alone.
Till he casts me down below the wandering clouds...
I am reserved for proper use.
You are intrigued to your own discovery and education of self worth
I the legendary...
recall no time...
But the will of your disenchantment is the revolution you must leave.
To withdraw is to bring Genesis to anew...
I am immersed in glory and relief.
Arthur come..
I is yours.
Till tomorrow
Till tomorrow
Till tomorrow
When the rivers come to the sea...
I float immersed in the constant flow...
Till the Mississippi reaches the Atlantic..
I wait
I wait
I wait.
Till you come to our...
To our
To our
Destined place.
Like when the red ferns are in bloom.
When destiny penetrates there is only one certain resolution-
There is no certain end.
Why adapt when thy can confront?
I a carpet bagger search for humble retreat.
The atonement of thy mercy is pressed within thy womb.
Give me a thimble and I will give you a mountain.
Give me your spirit and I will give you my soul.
Give me only modest courtesy, will only bring defeat.
A transaction is a must...
Yield prosperous inquiry...
And you shed no defeat.
Definitive purpose...
Vicarious spoil...
The garden in harvest...
The berries aboil stew mischief indeed...
The witch casts her spell, I run in worried escape....
I flee to my destined place.
The Shrangrila persists with only God and I alone.
Till he casts me down below the wandering clouds...
I am reserved for proper use.
You are intrigued to your own discovery and education of self worth
I the legendary...
recall no time...
But the will of your disenchantment is the revolution you must leave.
To withdraw is to bring Genesis to anew...
I am immersed in glory and relief.
Arthur come..
I is yours.
Till tomorrow
Till tomorrow
Till tomorrow
When the rivers come to the sea...
I float immersed in the constant flow...
Till the Mississippi reaches the Atlantic..
I wait
I wait
I wait.
Till you come to our...
To our
To our
Destined place.
• The Changing Rhythm in the Storm of Time
Underappreciated
Nostalgic sentiments
Memories Spoken
Reality Drifts Away
With the tides of turmoil
And Storm of Change
Clouds busting and raining
Regret ALAS
Spontaneity
Convicted Disbelief
Convoluted Trespasses
Undermining Hate
Defeat not reckoned
Physical Agility
To halt
To Stop
BREATH
Let it go…
Mental thirst quenched
Thirst for change…
..Stopped
Defeated by practicality
Give to earnest credibility
…to hasten sensibility
Let it assimilate you…
Let it motivate you as you whisper gloriously to your heart
To circulate your mind
A new birth of ambition…
A new birth of freedom…
Recollect your tenacity…
However pardon those who are not equipped to understand
Drum beat
Drum beat
Pitter pat
String bellows
A rat-tat-tat
An anthem of Witt to multiply audacity
Public question motive as you offer a bountiful rebuttal
As you say to another, "hear them, it is not that they ask why, but as they do not, you ask why not?"
And you conclude fate and wisdom to the Ode of 'Pub-like debate'….you eloquently
..But not tragically concur that guilt is a human mechanism designed to broadcast insecurity and a willfully desired deduction to enact servitude to cheat and ignore change
BUT you know that change is a way of life…
And while it can break you, you know change is a mighty tale of honor…
Folklore you know this
Harness independence
Seek an agenda...But harness happiness in the beauty of the moment
..Then look back mitsfully
Let it give you a brief kiss of the past…
…To hold you in a delicate moment…
….a vacation from the regular and normalcy of today…
It is only a brief encounter of happiness, but one to carry you over from this glorious day to the sun-setting dawn of tomorrow…
Away you drift….
……drift away….good sir…..
Let it keep you, while you silently and secretly…..drift away…………………………………………………………………
………………………………………………………Drift into the wilderness of change.
Nostalgic sentiments
Memories Spoken
Reality Drifts Away
With the tides of turmoil
And Storm of Change
Clouds busting and raining
Regret ALAS
Spontaneity
Convicted Disbelief
Convoluted Trespasses
Undermining Hate
Defeat not reckoned
Physical Agility
To halt
To Stop
BREATH
Let it go…
Mental thirst quenched
Thirst for change…
..Stopped
Defeated by practicality
Give to earnest credibility
…to hasten sensibility
Let it assimilate you…
Let it motivate you as you whisper gloriously to your heart
To circulate your mind
A new birth of ambition…
A new birth of freedom…
Recollect your tenacity…
However pardon those who are not equipped to understand
Drum beat
Drum beat
Pitter pat
String bellows
A rat-tat-tat
An anthem of Witt to multiply audacity
Public question motive as you offer a bountiful rebuttal
As you say to another, "hear them, it is not that they ask why, but as they do not, you ask why not?"
And you conclude fate and wisdom to the Ode of 'Pub-like debate'….you eloquently
..But not tragically concur that guilt is a human mechanism designed to broadcast insecurity and a willfully desired deduction to enact servitude to cheat and ignore change
BUT you know that change is a way of life…
And while it can break you, you know change is a mighty tale of honor…
Folklore you know this
Harness independence
Seek an agenda...But harness happiness in the beauty of the moment
..Then look back mitsfully
Let it give you a brief kiss of the past…
…To hold you in a delicate moment…
….a vacation from the regular and normalcy of today…
It is only a brief encounter of happiness, but one to carry you over from this glorious day to the sun-setting dawn of tomorrow…
Away you drift….
……drift away….good sir…..
Let it keep you, while you silently and secretly…..drift away…………………………………………………………………
………………………………………………………Drift into the wilderness of change.
Constraints of “Bridalism”
Constraints of "Bridalism"
In the endocrine façade of society, let it not be conveyed or construed to at the depths of stereotypes in patriarchal views, womens' constraints are still robust and identified as they are blended to ideological necessity, and passed on as tradition. The multitude of the ants march and observe the presence of loneliness or their perception of an individual acting alone. Rather than trying to paint a story or imagine a practicality for the individual sitting alone, the individual is attacked from eyes as bright and illuminating as the great grey owl who almost stumbles past to observe a ring. In the modern public-sphere cannot a woman sit alone and enjoy her best company and friend, who also happen to be oneself. I define "bridalism" as the modern, historical constraints of views and perceptions which do not diminish the presence of specific-societal-norms that apply to married women, specifically in America today.
What constitutes a loss of independence for married women, which beseeches even the brightest capacity to think without the indulgence of masculinity? Are not my own ideas, mine to breathe and to whisper to others? Are not my philosophies, not mine to bear? Are not my passions, mine to dream, and are not my bridges not mine to leap? Women are beings who are not threatening and not incapable of thought. Women are however, equal in mind to men. So how can society negate that married women need their husbands to define their minds and condemn them to a travesty of dependence.
Dependence to pursue modern poverty of mind and spirit to feel as second in line, as a second class, in some way the brightest protestor, the "Cher Icon," the Shirley McClaine, Opra Winfrey and even Dolly or Loretta Lynn sacrificed something. A characteristic of normality for fortune and fame, Opra with her independence from children and the diagnosis of non-wedding bliss and no component of dominated power of the contractual form; Loretta is the fighter of an abusive husband and forbidden young marriage to an older man, who committed his existence to building her persona than his idea of her, rather than her true soul, while utilizing her to populate his legacy in the special Kentucky tradition; Cher who married twice or chastised her love to preserve herself , rather than to conform to the providence of male dominance and egocentrism to predominate his passion, rather than her own.
The cue is to have Bridalism introduce purity amongst gender to equalize the playing field, between pro and con, and offense and defense. Elizabeth, in her own time would never marry and give-up her purpose. Today, I can and will do both. I'd rather defeat bridalism, than have a ring or certificate defeat GOD. However, because I am a member of faith, I see beyond that of Modernity and Christendom. I am we, merged interdependence, and rather a complex dynamics of a new construed creation. The interdependence between the two who are equality and balance, a new inauguration of feminine and masculine traits, whether by the female or the male, the details are the frosting, which withers away, while the main construction is mostly the dominance of the team.
Then the team is reported as reputable, rather than disorder. The two are a partnership of "Bridalintegracy. " Bridalintegracy is defined as an integral component and necessity to combine preferred traits to establish a new identity to provide for love and success on the matrimonial agility of existence on earth.
Matrimony is the defined, greatest gift of partnership and relationships given by divine creation. Matrimony is the beginning and the end of adulthood. It is sometimes chosen, sometimes not. However, it is the complexity of social attention and the essence of life. Matrimony is furthermore, a blessed sacrament not to conceal servitude and widening dependence. Matrimony is neither, but to console the body-cast in its peak of enlightenment and sweetest serendipity, the illuminating peculiarity of not knowing, but the equality of man and female in the like of the Bridalintegracy, "to have and to hold, to cherish, as long as thee shall live," in body, mind and spirit.
In the endocrine façade of society, let it not be conveyed or construed to at the depths of stereotypes in patriarchal views, womens' constraints are still robust and identified as they are blended to ideological necessity, and passed on as tradition. The multitude of the ants march and observe the presence of loneliness or their perception of an individual acting alone. Rather than trying to paint a story or imagine a practicality for the individual sitting alone, the individual is attacked from eyes as bright and illuminating as the great grey owl who almost stumbles past to observe a ring. In the modern public-sphere cannot a woman sit alone and enjoy her best company and friend, who also happen to be oneself. I define "bridalism" as the modern, historical constraints of views and perceptions which do not diminish the presence of specific-societal-norms that apply to married women, specifically in America today.
What constitutes a loss of independence for married women, which beseeches even the brightest capacity to think without the indulgence of masculinity? Are not my own ideas, mine to breathe and to whisper to others? Are not my philosophies, not mine to bear? Are not my passions, mine to dream, and are not my bridges not mine to leap? Women are beings who are not threatening and not incapable of thought. Women are however, equal in mind to men. So how can society negate that married women need their husbands to define their minds and condemn them to a travesty of dependence.
Dependence to pursue modern poverty of mind and spirit to feel as second in line, as a second class, in some way the brightest protestor, the "Cher Icon," the Shirley McClaine, Opra Winfrey and even Dolly or Loretta Lynn sacrificed something. A characteristic of normality for fortune and fame, Opra with her independence from children and the diagnosis of non-wedding bliss and no component of dominated power of the contractual form; Loretta is the fighter of an abusive husband and forbidden young marriage to an older man, who committed his existence to building her persona than his idea of her, rather than her true soul, while utilizing her to populate his legacy in the special Kentucky tradition; Cher who married twice or chastised her love to preserve herself , rather than to conform to the providence of male dominance and egocentrism to predominate his passion, rather than her own.
The cue is to have Bridalism introduce purity amongst gender to equalize the playing field, between pro and con, and offense and defense. Elizabeth, in her own time would never marry and give-up her purpose. Today, I can and will do both. I'd rather defeat bridalism, than have a ring or certificate defeat GOD. However, because I am a member of faith, I see beyond that of Modernity and Christendom. I am we, merged interdependence, and rather a complex dynamics of a new construed creation. The interdependence between the two who are equality and balance, a new inauguration of feminine and masculine traits, whether by the female or the male, the details are the frosting, which withers away, while the main construction is mostly the dominance of the team.
Then the team is reported as reputable, rather than disorder. The two are a partnership of "Bridalintegracy. " Bridalintegracy is defined as an integral component and necessity to combine preferred traits to establish a new identity to provide for love and success on the matrimonial agility of existence on earth.
Matrimony is the defined, greatest gift of partnership and relationships given by divine creation. Matrimony is the beginning and the end of adulthood. It is sometimes chosen, sometimes not. However, it is the complexity of social attention and the essence of life. Matrimony is furthermore, a blessed sacrament not to conceal servitude and widening dependence. Matrimony is neither, but to console the body-cast in its peak of enlightenment and sweetest serendipity, the illuminating peculiarity of not knowing, but the equality of man and female in the like of the Bridalintegracy, "to have and to hold, to cherish, as long as thee shall live," in body, mind and spirit.
Subtlety
The road to subtlety is embarked by strategic clarity and motivation that is all their own. A forthright contemplation of integrity and contemplation to bestow brilliance in existence, it is intrigued by passion and a beast of honor. We meet conformity of common-law in the structural components that define society by that which is defined by remnants of the past. Simplicity, non-materialistic human traits diverged with a complex-heart, differs from mainstream presumptions of servitude in the homo-sapien realm of feelings. To comply or deny, all who kneel to change, must allow a necessary sacrifice.
For a sacrifice negates the very will one must follow to intercept mediocrity, and beset a degree of competing alarms of insult to air imagination. Sanity is intrigued by nothingness and an inquisitive strength in bliss, and the saleable right to carry with it an elastic normalcy.
Look no farther…there is a solace in the independent-modern road of state, which produces tranquility in the being. Meanwhile, like a kiss upon the mind that blows with a bolst of fresh breath from the sea, harvesting new ideas, that becomes the labyrinth of modeling-robust tendencies, contemplating the flavor of open-mindess to producing new organic ideas. Babies, from the kiss upon the mind which beseeches power to give offspring favor to a legacy. Then at the brink of discovery, thy neighbor waves to you, as a welcoming gesture to greet your new knowledge.
The newfound mother, farther, parent or guardian greets the impurity, the impurity is sanctioned as a worthy broadcast. The knowledge is mass-produced, without an inquisitive mind to ponder on the legitimacy of the source, but as a normal patron to society, when the patron takes the knowledge at face-value and interlays the speech to trickle into conservation and discussion. The information is shared after a multitude of participants' share this ideological balance, perceptions change and the stead-fast theory becomes a national book…a best seller. The best-seller is now produced as a legitimate literary-masterpiece to children of philosophy. The subtlety which bears no ground of breaching the mold, but vast in the manner of integrating the soul and mind to modernize oneself, by acting within the confines of mainstream regulations of society and the authority, which becomes law from the partnership and negates a satisfaction and bliss of ignorance in acceptance. The road to subtlety is paved with the sacrifice of the mainstream, owning the complexity of government. The majority therefore rules the proletariat before the revolution.
For a sacrifice negates the very will one must follow to intercept mediocrity, and beset a degree of competing alarms of insult to air imagination. Sanity is intrigued by nothingness and an inquisitive strength in bliss, and the saleable right to carry with it an elastic normalcy.
Look no farther…there is a solace in the independent-modern road of state, which produces tranquility in the being. Meanwhile, like a kiss upon the mind that blows with a bolst of fresh breath from the sea, harvesting new ideas, that becomes the labyrinth of modeling-robust tendencies, contemplating the flavor of open-mindess to producing new organic ideas. Babies, from the kiss upon the mind which beseeches power to give offspring favor to a legacy. Then at the brink of discovery, thy neighbor waves to you, as a welcoming gesture to greet your new knowledge.
The newfound mother, farther, parent or guardian greets the impurity, the impurity is sanctioned as a worthy broadcast. The knowledge is mass-produced, without an inquisitive mind to ponder on the legitimacy of the source, but as a normal patron to society, when the patron takes the knowledge at face-value and interlays the speech to trickle into conservation and discussion. The information is shared after a multitude of participants' share this ideological balance, perceptions change and the stead-fast theory becomes a national book…a best seller. The best-seller is now produced as a legitimate literary-masterpiece to children of philosophy. The subtlety which bears no ground of breaching the mold, but vast in the manner of integrating the soul and mind to modernize oneself, by acting within the confines of mainstream regulations of society and the authority, which becomes law from the partnership and negates a satisfaction and bliss of ignorance in acceptance. The road to subtlety is paved with the sacrifice of the mainstream, owning the complexity of government. The majority therefore rules the proletariat before the revolution.
The Hours
Where does human suffering loose faith in God, so tragically that to give one's life, rather than bestow friendship and trust in the lord, thy Jehovah?
In the Movie, The Hours, (Reinartz, 2002), an author, a man, "Richard" questioned why must he live and suffer so? For the sake of others, who want him to...for the companionship, for the memorial gifts of sacrifice? His self-preservation must exist to merely exist, for the sake of satisfying others? He asked, "who is there for the hours before and the hours after, when are the hours between are occupied" (Reinartz, 2002).
The hours before and after, one is left alone, who is there? The character councils not to relieve himself, from the personal torment of suffering, He councils to move, but to persist, while his inquiry did not satisfy a spiritual conclusion. Only a rather worldly perspective, the brilliance and trust is that even in the depths of loneliness, in the evil-abyss of humanity and Earth, a miraculous event takes precedence, in one definite place for a fortunate few. For me, in particularly, it is a simple gesture, in the early hours of the morning, lying comfortably in my bed, in my own personal realm of inquiry. In this realm, I question and answer life's obstacles and question matters: why, because, how did this or that come about, why must this or that suffer, what is the purpose of that, what will be the outcome, solutions and how can that change help? In this state of ugliness and extremely bad halitosis, I find a beam beckoning and a signal of light through the clean-white blinds, with ecstatic intensity, focusing fantasma upon the walls.
The light suggests that I do have a friend after all; I do have a reason for existence. I suffer to find why God drains me, and brings me back to him, to depend on the most essential thing, to exist to have life and to depend on GOD. For he created Earth, the stars, men and the beckoning light, glowing to awaken me from inquiry in the lovely hours of the morning. Through one simple sparkling instance, a fantastic entity, as even as minuscule as a star illuminating, to give even the worst suffering pleasurable-breath, means that honor is and life is something we must all bear. There is something we must suffer and live for, life…in the hours before and after. We must have faith.
Faith spends time with God, Jesus the Jehovah, the Lord our Savior… in the hours before and the hours after, not in-between. For he is the truth, for sometimes he must taketh away all things, to show us the glory and the truth in the light.
I leave with one final thought: resonating evil can only persist if you allow it. If you pray for change God will bring change, satisfying that change. Maybe not what you want or when you think you need it, however, he will bring change. How you need it, when you need it, for he is the greatest and final authority…He is GOD. My glory and greatest lover…is GOD!
Works Cited
Reinartz, J. (2002). The Hours.
In the Movie, The Hours, (Reinartz, 2002), an author, a man, "Richard" questioned why must he live and suffer so? For the sake of others, who want him to...for the companionship, for the memorial gifts of sacrifice? His self-preservation must exist to merely exist, for the sake of satisfying others? He asked, "who is there for the hours before and the hours after, when are the hours between are occupied" (Reinartz, 2002).
The hours before and after, one is left alone, who is there? The character councils not to relieve himself, from the personal torment of suffering, He councils to move, but to persist, while his inquiry did not satisfy a spiritual conclusion. Only a rather worldly perspective, the brilliance and trust is that even in the depths of loneliness, in the evil-abyss of humanity and Earth, a miraculous event takes precedence, in one definite place for a fortunate few. For me, in particularly, it is a simple gesture, in the early hours of the morning, lying comfortably in my bed, in my own personal realm of inquiry. In this realm, I question and answer life's obstacles and question matters: why, because, how did this or that come about, why must this or that suffer, what is the purpose of that, what will be the outcome, solutions and how can that change help? In this state of ugliness and extremely bad halitosis, I find a beam beckoning and a signal of light through the clean-white blinds, with ecstatic intensity, focusing fantasma upon the walls.
The light suggests that I do have a friend after all; I do have a reason for existence. I suffer to find why God drains me, and brings me back to him, to depend on the most essential thing, to exist to have life and to depend on GOD. For he created Earth, the stars, men and the beckoning light, glowing to awaken me from inquiry in the lovely hours of the morning. Through one simple sparkling instance, a fantastic entity, as even as minuscule as a star illuminating, to give even the worst suffering pleasurable-breath, means that honor is and life is something we must all bear. There is something we must suffer and live for, life…in the hours before and after. We must have faith.
Faith spends time with God, Jesus the Jehovah, the Lord our Savior… in the hours before and the hours after, not in-between. For he is the truth, for sometimes he must taketh away all things, to show us the glory and the truth in the light.
I leave with one final thought: resonating evil can only persist if you allow it. If you pray for change God will bring change, satisfying that change. Maybe not what you want or when you think you need it, however, he will bring change. How you need it, when you need it, for he is the greatest and final authority…He is GOD. My glory and greatest lover…is GOD!
Works Cited
Reinartz, J. (2002). The Hours.
Human Connectivity in Change
A silent queue
Strategic-over deserving defeat
A personal accomplishment
Mark
Change Indeed
Reflections
Teamwork
Sworn enemies
Alliances
Friendship
Change
Problem-solving
LOVE
Charisma,
Unspoken connections
Change
Growth, triumph, from one fear and intentional
Beckons relief
Fluidity
Breath
No overcastting zealousness…Integrating consciousness
Just visions of personal achievements
Change
An interlocking capacity to cope and speak
The presence of everything worthwhile
Change
Supporters…bystanders
Lovers
Critic’s and integral masterminds of
Change
The components of preferences
The supporters of unesteemed difficult, presence of
Change
The anthem of personal growth
The legend of success
The heroes of loss
The synergy of common passions
The travel to a collective end
Each a stepping stone
A buildable block of
Change
The silence of the deserved victory
The acknowledgment of personal enlightenment defeating fear and
Brilliance of learning humility
Change…in very essence
Trusting and knowing
We have a common thread
Change
Strategic-over deserving defeat
A personal accomplishment
Mark
Change Indeed
Reflections
Teamwork
Sworn enemies
Alliances
Friendship
Change
Problem-solving
LOVE
Charisma,
Unspoken connections
Change
Growth, triumph, from one fear and intentional
Beckons relief
Fluidity
Breath
No overcastting zealousness…Integrating consciousness
Just visions of personal achievements
Change
An interlocking capacity to cope and speak
The presence of everything worthwhile
Change
Supporters…bystanders
Lovers
Critic’s and integral masterminds of
Change
The components of preferences
The supporters of unesteemed difficult, presence of
Change
The anthem of personal growth
The legend of success
The heroes of loss
The synergy of common passions
The travel to a collective end
Each a stepping stone
A buildable block of
Change
The silence of the deserved victory
The acknowledgment of personal enlightenment defeating fear and
Brilliance of learning humility
Change…in very essence
Trusting and knowing
We have a common thread
Change
A Midnight Savannah Stroll
Stop
Smell the essence of spiritual serenity
Of serendipity
Of the sensual elegance of spirituality
I feel your countenance stroking my hair through the breeze that whispers at night,
Walking in the damp Savannah Street
The glistening glow, of the street moonlight, sparkling past my foresight
I hear………the steps
Beating
One foot
One path
One rhythm
At a time.
I hear the trumpet
The guitar
I feel the might of the lady’s, up-tempo bolstering singing
The aroma of the water….dripping
The tip….and the tap of the rain
…ringing the therapeutic eloquence of Kapolei’s
And the Dr. Tubby and his Berkley Professor’s poetry of rhyming of song blessed with the brilliant immortal gift of god’s
Savannah night AIR!
Smell the essence of spiritual serenity
Of serendipity
Of the sensual elegance of spirituality
I feel your countenance stroking my hair through the breeze that whispers at night,
Walking in the damp Savannah Street
The glistening glow, of the street moonlight, sparkling past my foresight
I hear………the steps
Beating
One foot
One path
One rhythm
At a time.
I hear the trumpet
The guitar
I feel the might of the lady’s, up-tempo bolstering singing
The aroma of the water….dripping
The tip….and the tap of the rain
…ringing the therapeutic eloquence of Kapolei’s
And the Dr. Tubby and his Berkley Professor’s poetry of rhyming of song blessed with the brilliant immortal gift of god’s
Savannah night AIR!
The Countenance of Women’s’ Flow of Serenity
• The Countenance of Women’s’ Flow of Serenity
Allude to the fascinating and wonderful world of men,
Who call women hypocrites and who fall to their bestowed and comfortable demise?
Majestically surrounded with an abundance of inequities who they often call and target distrust
…To women for honing such personal qualities.
How dare this breed feel that we shall be hindered to have such a title or ill-will of state?
To honor tragedy as discomfort, and realize the invalidity is such an apposing viewpoint?
The character may portray as mighty, much fascination with feminine quality, they seem to retreat.
However, we often unify to build, to strengthen, to invest and nurture society…
…we unify to fight for freedom, rights, and we sacrifice.
Men bring prejudice, presumptuous, often, relentless discomfort of the soul.
Men bring factions within the societal/political mold.
Men bring discomfort, incest, rape, murder and hate.
Men then with their lower incompetent strain of human order…rather than the intellectual Godly mind; they bring cardinal-insult and violate their mentors.
Men prey on innocent supporters, but yet, will not desire more.
Undeserving of eloquence that the gentle, brilliant, strength of magnolias, display.
Observe the echoing magnolias’ breed…the fight, the frivolous, heart-mourning trade.
The love of a mother, the advice of a confidant, the melancholy stride, the worldly sacrificial lamb
The assertive shrew, the empowering heart-stomper, the matriculating vessel of viciousness to push for change and peace for offspring….and advice for clarity…
…nothing that man can have the capacity to achieve…
…head for women impedes the humility to take overt power…
…Not the disorder of men and fear.
Allude to the fascinating and wonderful world of men,
Who call women hypocrites and who fall to their bestowed and comfortable demise?
Majestically surrounded with an abundance of inequities who they often call and target distrust
…To women for honing such personal qualities.
How dare this breed feel that we shall be hindered to have such a title or ill-will of state?
To honor tragedy as discomfort, and realize the invalidity is such an apposing viewpoint?
The character may portray as mighty, much fascination with feminine quality, they seem to retreat.
However, we often unify to build, to strengthen, to invest and nurture society…
…we unify to fight for freedom, rights, and we sacrifice.
Men bring prejudice, presumptuous, often, relentless discomfort of the soul.
Men bring factions within the societal/political mold.
Men bring discomfort, incest, rape, murder and hate.
Men then with their lower incompetent strain of human order…rather than the intellectual Godly mind; they bring cardinal-insult and violate their mentors.
Men prey on innocent supporters, but yet, will not desire more.
Undeserving of eloquence that the gentle, brilliant, strength of magnolias, display.
Observe the echoing magnolias’ breed…the fight, the frivolous, heart-mourning trade.
The love of a mother, the advice of a confidant, the melancholy stride, the worldly sacrificial lamb
The assertive shrew, the empowering heart-stomper, the matriculating vessel of viciousness to push for change and peace for offspring….and advice for clarity…
…nothing that man can have the capacity to achieve…
…head for women impedes the humility to take overt power…
…Not the disorder of men and fear.
The Martyr
My spirit is broken, my wounds are clear
The cloud cries out, cheering defeat in splendid array
Unmasked with uncertainty
The castellan band banters near, with exuberant drums proclamating victory
Everyone casts judgment
No one wants fault
All who support have withdrawn their endorsements
All shadows are hidden, foretelling involvement at best
When vanity is achieved, all fall with tragedy beneath their knees
Persistence in clarity
Slay the beast with hardened stride
Strength stricken and incapacitated with exhumed fear
Brilliance in the crowd, achievement in death
All cry, "Slay her!"
The knife of necrosis upon her breast, she stands with pride
She decrees commiseration
The mice display no mercy
Extinction demands nurture
Her reputation is evident
The highest level of uncertainty
She is a martyr
For she bestowed brevity when she sacrificed her very existence
However,
In the end,
Only GOD
Could take away her freedom and loving spirit.
The cloud cries out, cheering defeat in splendid array
Unmasked with uncertainty
The castellan band banters near, with exuberant drums proclamating victory
Everyone casts judgment
No one wants fault
All who support have withdrawn their endorsements
All shadows are hidden, foretelling involvement at best
When vanity is achieved, all fall with tragedy beneath their knees
Persistence in clarity
Slay the beast with hardened stride
Strength stricken and incapacitated with exhumed fear
Brilliance in the crowd, achievement in death
All cry, "Slay her!"
The knife of necrosis upon her breast, she stands with pride
She decrees commiseration
The mice display no mercy
Extinction demands nurture
Her reputation is evident
The highest level of uncertainty
She is a martyr
For she bestowed brevity when she sacrificed her very existence
However,
In the end,
Only GOD
Could take away her freedom and loving spirit.
Jane Austin and Marraige
What prejudice do you encounter in marriage?
Can a woman not marry for love?
Is marrying for love….doing the unthinkable?
Can a woman not be prideful, audacious, independent and married?
Why must sacrifice always precede all ends?
IS this the burden that women must succumb themselves to?
Mere stoic-burdened-will…
…the ill-fate of misfortune?
To have the capacity to both love and be the sacrificial purpose of servitude to career?
Why must others limit actions in possibilities in the portrayal of life to society?
Is it ’better to have loved them’ to be retracted AND retreated, to the joyful melody, and treacherous defeat of one’s character, charm and spirit?
Then who recalls the splendor of rage and excitement.
What controls the line of sprit and mind?
Is the mind, one’s only true beast of freedom?
Is sacrifice the adulthood of knowing what truly is pleasurable and the one thing you cannot have,
The true key to success?
Is the dictionary, the nature of fantasy and success?
Is success being submissive to postpone and to disregard pleasurable tenacity?
Then all those who have a mediocrity, perspective in financial disdain, who have a place and love to give purpose?
Are those who are successful…these individuals?
Can life truly be just that God cannot give heaven on earth, to discredit peace in heaven?
Is this the true nature of pride and discrimination in marriage?
Can a woman not marry for love?
Is marrying for love….doing the unthinkable?
Can a woman not be prideful, audacious, independent and married?
Why must sacrifice always precede all ends?
IS this the burden that women must succumb themselves to?
Mere stoic-burdened-will…
…the ill-fate of misfortune?
To have the capacity to both love and be the sacrificial purpose of servitude to career?
Why must others limit actions in possibilities in the portrayal of life to society?
Is it ’better to have loved them’ to be retracted AND retreated, to the joyful melody, and treacherous defeat of one’s character, charm and spirit?
Then who recalls the splendor of rage and excitement.
What controls the line of sprit and mind?
Is the mind, one’s only true beast of freedom?
Is sacrifice the adulthood of knowing what truly is pleasurable and the one thing you cannot have,
The true key to success?
Is the dictionary, the nature of fantasy and success?
Is success being submissive to postpone and to disregard pleasurable tenacity?
Then all those who have a mediocrity, perspective in financial disdain, who have a place and love to give purpose?
Are those who are successful…these individuals?
Can life truly be just that God cannot give heaven on earth, to discredit peace in heaven?
Is this the true nature of pride and discrimination in marriage?
Weakness
My earthly and worldly counterparts criticize my communicative approach to language and movement through debate, as weakness. They question my good judgment and my transgressions. The fortitude I bestow in presentation stems as seemingly ludicrous to the vast majority of the population, who presume that I am incompetent and lack logic when drawing conclusions on subject matter. However, I refute these preposterous and exhausted assumptions on grounds of narrow-mindess, lacking a degree of intellect, based on a prejudice. Prejudice, not of race, color, sex, gender or the like, but mainly on the disdain of character, which is not boastful, but heartfelt, threatening-assertive-echoing-charismatic speech. Not insulting as most would presume, but eagerly desiring approval from the population in attendance. Am I worthy of such pleasurable insult, or a victim of disorder of conduct, as portrayed by others? Prejudice of advancement, prejudice of power-audible charisma, prejudice of those who are not seen as equal, but mighty and threatening, threatening to achieve more, to desire more, to surpass common goals and to constantly challenge oneself to attain brilliance by not settling for mediocrity…but excellence. Excellence by not becoming satisfied, but exuberantly thirsting, hungry, and starving to the brink of a total death in a metamorphic state of despair of strenuous and deserted torture. Torture which is equality, equality through practice of success, as is the outcome of undisputed-incomparable hard-work. Prejudice act as a clear indicator of jealousy of striving critics, who disguise this human character-traits, as presumptuous weakness. So, are those who judge, the exemplary vessels of hypocrisy, who are truly the critics of their own, true weakness. Victims who seek to dominate and dismantle individuals who are threatening in a naturally, empowering-perpendicular direction of leadership.
Weakness embodies the solidarity of the human 'need' to prey and destroy great leaders who bestow strength, honor, integrity and patriotism towards a utopian dream. Still, prejudice is the driving force of love and hate, as humans are consumed by their own insecurities and distrust in society itself. Weakness then, is nothing merely but a tool of contemplation, and a device used as a method to seek insecurity in a stronger population, by those of the weaker breed to seek disorder and deficiencies in the more vehemently chosen few, who embody humanity and compassion… themselves.
Weakness embodies the solidarity of the human 'need' to prey and destroy great leaders who bestow strength, honor, integrity and patriotism towards a utopian dream. Still, prejudice is the driving force of love and hate, as humans are consumed by their own insecurities and distrust in society itself. Weakness then, is nothing merely but a tool of contemplation, and a device used as a method to seek insecurity in a stronger population, by those of the weaker breed to seek disorder and deficiencies in the more vehemently chosen few, who embody humanity and compassion… themselves.
CONTROVERSY
IT STRIKES ME
ITS TRANSPOSES ME
IT IS MY HARBORED WORST ENEMY…
…IT IS ME!!
IT IS MY CONSCIENCE…IT IS MY EXISTENCE
I AM THE ENTITY DOMINANTLY, CONFESSED AND WITNESSED TO BE CONTROVERSY.
WHAT IS IT?
WHAT SURROUNDS,
WHAT IRRITATES YOU…
WHAT AND WHO BRINGS JOYFUL LOVE OR HARDENED PAIN
...YOUR OWN WORST LOVE…
ALTHOUGH VERY EXUBERANT
AND THE TENACITY AMONGST IT.
ENTERTAINING LOVE THAT YOU REGRETTABLY WANT TO FORGET.
BUT PAINSTAKINGLY CANNOT SURPASS…
WHAT…
THE MEMORIES THAT EXCITE YOU…
…THE MEMORIES THAT WARRANT FEELINGS YOU CANNOT SUPPRESS…
THE CONTROVERSY OF AN INDIVIDUAL NAMED FOR ETERNITY…
…………….AS CARRY!!!
ITS TRANSPOSES ME
IT IS MY HARBORED WORST ENEMY…
…IT IS ME!!
IT IS MY CONSCIENCE…IT IS MY EXISTENCE
I AM THE ENTITY DOMINANTLY, CONFESSED AND WITNESSED TO BE CONTROVERSY.
WHAT IS IT?
WHAT SURROUNDS,
WHAT IRRITATES YOU…
WHAT AND WHO BRINGS JOYFUL LOVE OR HARDENED PAIN
...YOUR OWN WORST LOVE…
ALTHOUGH VERY EXUBERANT
AND THE TENACITY AMONGST IT.
ENTERTAINING LOVE THAT YOU REGRETTABLY WANT TO FORGET.
BUT PAINSTAKINGLY CANNOT SURPASS…
WHAT…
THE MEMORIES THAT EXCITE YOU…
…THE MEMORIES THAT WARRANT FEELINGS YOU CANNOT SUPPRESS…
THE CONTROVERSY OF AN INDIVIDUAL NAMED FOR ETERNITY…
…………….AS CARRY!!!
Celebrities
Episode 3: Paparazzi, fame and servitude to the American public
Britney chased to chaotic enthusiasm to play into entertainment leads her personal life to self-destruction to seek help by considering suicide and holding her children hostage; and all these events were depicted live on CNN, and weeks later in scandalous paparazzi -based magazines.
Princess Diana chased to her death: books written and published, countless documentaries, motion picture and TV based films, benefit concerts ten years later, she still is a victim of servitude to the America Public who is more interested in a former departed Brittain than investing time and energy in a charity; but got to love the American sensibility of broadcast journalism. Hell, how can you run from it? What were once entertainment magazines and small segments of news is now 'horning-in and drowning' News in its entirety. No longer fixated on the Iraq War, or maybe pleasurable boredom is the precursor to changing American Journalism to serve public interests, people who are more interested in Britney and Diana than Osama and Castro.
Furthermore, examples to serve as valid points to my argument that American Media has transformed into a giant beast preying on worthy victims of fate: most recently Ledger, Anna-Nicole, and oh yes Elvis. There are countless more examples; however, these are the first to come to mind. Maybe Lohan, Olson Twins, Micheal Jackson, Paula Obdule, Hilton may also wringing a bell. However, now we examine the existence that these individuals have there entire lives depicted and examined on camera for all eyes and ears to listen and see. Celebrities have no remaining time to themselves where they are not just chases, are theses individuals people to, or must we treat them as lab rats and test them until we completely drive them crazy for the sake of knowing everything there is to know about them. Did Josph Menegele do the same as he tested on twins in concentration camps and gas chambers during the Nazi reign over Germany?
Oh, does that astonish you, or you just thought not everyone is well read to be included into entertainment magazines. The true nature of this entirely scattered direction leads me to this point, no matter whether I have cable or not, read the newspaper, check my various e-mail accounts, where I briefly examine the news, review news sites, watch clippings on 'you-tube' or the like, I see and observe it. Whether intentional or mere coincidence, I see it and I hear it. Now Lohan who comes out of rehab and has a 'monajatwa' with 8 guys in a matter of 48 hours is more important to American Journalists than the depressing war timeline depicted of Iraq or the ignorant mis-happenings of Bush Lingo is flushing the clay and making a mockery of news. The clay is a brassy-golden layer of mud, American News hence in my personal opinion, nothing more than, propaganda.
One last tangent: What do we really see everythiing that our government does not want us to see, do you truly believe that news is not censured? If so you maybe fooling yourself, why do other countries hate us? Look at the various products we invest in that are healthy and brilliant for your skin: McDonalds' and American Cosmetics. These products are mostly banned in Europe, American Make-up for the dangerous chemicals that are harvesting causing pollutants in our skin giving way to cancer and McDonalds' equaling lawsuits, need I elaborate any farther. Love it, live it or hate it, your American and this is America.
Is socialism truly bad, I am not un-patriotic; I actually cry when I say the pledge or sing the national anthem….MY COUNTY TIS OF THEE.
Britney chased to chaotic enthusiasm to play into entertainment leads her personal life to self-destruction to seek help by considering suicide and holding her children hostage; and all these events were depicted live on CNN, and weeks later in scandalous paparazzi -based magazines.
Princess Diana chased to her death: books written and published, countless documentaries, motion picture and TV based films, benefit concerts ten years later, she still is a victim of servitude to the America Public who is more interested in a former departed Brittain than investing time and energy in a charity; but got to love the American sensibility of broadcast journalism. Hell, how can you run from it? What were once entertainment magazines and small segments of news is now 'horning-in and drowning' News in its entirety. No longer fixated on the Iraq War, or maybe pleasurable boredom is the precursor to changing American Journalism to serve public interests, people who are more interested in Britney and Diana than Osama and Castro.
Furthermore, examples to serve as valid points to my argument that American Media has transformed into a giant beast preying on worthy victims of fate: most recently Ledger, Anna-Nicole, and oh yes Elvis. There are countless more examples; however, these are the first to come to mind. Maybe Lohan, Olson Twins, Micheal Jackson, Paula Obdule, Hilton may also wringing a bell. However, now we examine the existence that these individuals have there entire lives depicted and examined on camera for all eyes and ears to listen and see. Celebrities have no remaining time to themselves where they are not just chases, are theses individuals people to, or must we treat them as lab rats and test them until we completely drive them crazy for the sake of knowing everything there is to know about them. Did Josph Menegele do the same as he tested on twins in concentration camps and gas chambers during the Nazi reign over Germany?
Oh, does that astonish you, or you just thought not everyone is well read to be included into entertainment magazines. The true nature of this entirely scattered direction leads me to this point, no matter whether I have cable or not, read the newspaper, check my various e-mail accounts, where I briefly examine the news, review news sites, watch clippings on 'you-tube' or the like, I see and observe it. Whether intentional or mere coincidence, I see it and I hear it. Now Lohan who comes out of rehab and has a 'monajatwa' with 8 guys in a matter of 48 hours is more important to American Journalists than the depressing war timeline depicted of Iraq or the ignorant mis-happenings of Bush Lingo is flushing the clay and making a mockery of news. The clay is a brassy-golden layer of mud, American News hence in my personal opinion, nothing more than, propaganda.
One last tangent: What do we really see everythiing that our government does not want us to see, do you truly believe that news is not censured? If so you maybe fooling yourself, why do other countries hate us? Look at the various products we invest in that are healthy and brilliant for your skin: McDonalds' and American Cosmetics. These products are mostly banned in Europe, American Make-up for the dangerous chemicals that are harvesting causing pollutants in our skin giving way to cancer and McDonalds' equaling lawsuits, need I elaborate any farther. Love it, live it or hate it, your American and this is America.
Is socialism truly bad, I am not un-patriotic; I actually cry when I say the pledge or sing the national anthem….MY COUNTY TIS OF THEE.
Oh My Mr. Darcy
• Oh My Mr. Darcy
Oh Mr. Darcy how you shine on me
So very charismatically
You refresh my heart
And awaken a countenance of superiority
Freeing the stalemate of mediocrity
Oh, Mr. Darcy how you are so bold
A treacherous force so bestowed
A defeated presence
Left adrift to the sands of time…in a realm that is all but kind
Oh, what a heart bears to love, Mr. Darcy
Yet to be loved, and to have love reciprocated is the sweet essence of hominy
With the elaborating swift beat of passion...in a rhyme so very mine.
Oh, my Dr. Darcy how your finger brushes lightly over my nose with an electric triggering guide
Disguised as romance, yet nothing can ever be clear as is it truly sincere
Oh, Mr. Darcy how you captivate my generosity
The honesty that your venom strikes in clarity
The power to syndicate my awkwardness and restrain my sensibility at best
Oh, Mr. Darcy how I wish I could pardon my thoughts to wash the memories away
The vitality of them lingers upon my breast
How I commemorate this space
Oh, my Mr. Darcy, how right Jane thou art
The Power of "Pride" keeps my resilient speed and tenacity
The Power of "Prejudice" keeps my heart beckoning clear for serenity
To lock them and let thy feelings….slumber away to the sea of dreams that cannot keep,
And lastly, Mr. Darcy, finds them all away.
Tis the Beauty of Truth
Oh Mr. Darcy how you shine on me
So very charismatically
You refresh my heart
And awaken a countenance of superiority
Freeing the stalemate of mediocrity
Oh, Mr. Darcy how you are so bold
A treacherous force so bestowed
A defeated presence
Left adrift to the sands of time…in a realm that is all but kind
Oh, what a heart bears to love, Mr. Darcy
Yet to be loved, and to have love reciprocated is the sweet essence of hominy
With the elaborating swift beat of passion...in a rhyme so very mine.
Oh, my Dr. Darcy how your finger brushes lightly over my nose with an electric triggering guide
Disguised as romance, yet nothing can ever be clear as is it truly sincere
Oh, Mr. Darcy how you captivate my generosity
The honesty that your venom strikes in clarity
The power to syndicate my awkwardness and restrain my sensibility at best
Oh, Mr. Darcy how I wish I could pardon my thoughts to wash the memories away
The vitality of them lingers upon my breast
How I commemorate this space
Oh, my Mr. Darcy, how right Jane thou art
The Power of "Pride" keeps my resilient speed and tenacity
The Power of "Prejudice" keeps my heart beckoning clear for serenity
To lock them and let thy feelings….slumber away to the sea of dreams that cannot keep,
And lastly, Mr. Darcy, finds them all away.
Tis the Beauty of Truth
The Guardian
• Late Saturday evening, I had the opportunity to watch a phenomenal film, Batman: The Dark Knight by Christopher Nolan (Gordon, 2008). The main character in the film made many personal sacrifices. The main character Bruce Wayne or other known as Batman, made it his cause, and in the end, even sacrifices his heroism for another heron, who fell to be a victim exhibiting a case of a bad social experiment, gone wrong (Gordon, 2008). The leader is like the obscene dictator who cannot hide. His or her strength and fear is also the sacrifice to become the villain. The villain who must sacrifice to seek existence in change, therefore, the turmoil is brilliant bestowing his boastful strength, for he is the one who must sacrifice himself for his kin. The Noble Knight is the betterment of the one whom is responsible for the sacrifices necessary for society to remain stable.
Society must win a moral inhibition in the human quality of survival. He or she is the one who we must entrust the hard task and challenge to fall, rather than let society lay adrift to fall to the waste-side. The Guardian is the right person who must be the epitome of the experiment. The Guardian must fall to his or her own destruction. Furthermore, Bruce Wayne is this true depiction of Batman (Gordon, 2008).
Wayne must become more than a hero. Wayne surpasses the mediocrity of heroism, he becomes the beast of subtle defeat. Wayne becomes a beast of peace.
For Bruce Wayne to seek peace at the end of destruction and despair, he must exhume the position of the chase. The Noble Knight for Gotham is the very diversion of truth. However, the equality to believe in Harvey is the symbol of countenance. His countenance is safe within the condition of mentorship.
However, how does mentorship relate to knighthood? What does it mean to be a Knight? How do humans reach a realm of knighthood? Do humans have the capacity to reach brilliance of knighthood? In The Dark Knight (Gordon, 2008), Bruce Wayne was the Guardian who must give himself for the change of hope. Wayne was the search and journey for Gotham.
Rather than the one, we must as Admiral Spock said, “We must sacrifice the one, for the good of the many” (Nimoy, 1984). Even further, the stoic-philosopher Epictetus said, “it is impossible, then, for a person who thinks to be the harm, as it is also impossible to be pleased with the harm itself. For this reason also a farther is reviled by his son, when he gives no part to his son of the things which are considered to be good: and it was of this which made Polynices and Epictetus enemies, the opinion that royal power was good. It is for this reason that the cultivator of the earth evils the gods, for this reason the sailor does, and the merchant, and for this reason those who lose their wives and their children, for where the useful is, there also piety is. Consequently, he who takes care to the desired as he oath and to avoid as he ought, at the same time also cares after piety. But to make libations and to sacrifice and to offer first fruits according to the custom of our fathers, purely and not meanly nor carelessly nor scantly nor above our ability is a thing which belongs to all to do” (Long, 1991, p. 30-31). Epictetus rationalizes the human condition.
As a slave, Epictetus defines that the will of humankind is like the will of the slave to seek his own reality (Long, 1991). Humankind is the student of realism (Long, 2002). Alone, humankind is his own world (Long, 1991). Humankind in his own world is a King, and then to the rest, a slave, similar to the role of Joan of Ark (Long, 1991).
Joan of Ark, deserving of my deepest gratitude is given the significance of what lies within the one, who knew very well she must give herself, for the reputation of King Henry of England (Williamson, 2008). Joan gave herself for King Henry, so Henry could reassemble his peace, courage, and good moral qualities for his French and English people (Williamson, 2008). Although the bond of Harvey and Gotham was the beacon of good moral fiber, Harvey as the King was the beacon of hope for change. Harvey was the beacon of peace; the beacon of sacrifice. Harvey was the sacrifice, the further continuance of the human condition…to embody existence and to protect society.
On a further acknowledgement of Guardianship, we examine two more scenarios. At the case of post 9-11, did Giuliani not in a way fulfill his role? In some manners, Americans instilled a trust in Giuliani the Mayor of New York (Woods, 2007). Giuliani is the eagle of the city, who surveys the city all day flying to protect the citizens and residents of New York City. Secondly, although highly resented for the lack of leadership, was Kathleen Blanco of Louisiana, at the same time brought a newfound strength in defeat? Does defeat personify his human presence?
Blanco urged displaced Louisiana residents to reclaim their land and rekindle your life, new, tis the glory of a metamorphosis of truth. The truth and the will of the human existence and quality to survive were instilled in the character of Bruce Wayne in the screenplay written by Jonathan Nolan (Gordon, 2008). Nolan highlighted the notion of strength and the virtue of fighting to hold fellowship and popularity of the majority (Gordon, 2008). Notwithstanding, he suggested to service the proletariat, to allow the majority to judge and hold blame against a stronger breed. The breeds’ responsible for the actions are built of much more than an Iron Clad Knight, the ability of the Knight has the ability to truly become an integral escape to allow humanity to be the vessel of an apposite realism.
To be an apposing realist one must also be a Guardian. A Guardian is one who is also a human vessel of fellowship in wisdom. The Guardian is the embodiment of splendor or innocence of society, and so as it is the pupil. The Guardian and teacher is Bruce Wayne. In this instance Wayne defines a peculiarity in society by how society with its need for safety, restructures according to its new own morality. The morality of the Guardian is present when good is redefined, thus is why reality exists.
For Wayne, the morality is Harvey who fought endlessly to bring down the mafia and slumlords of the city (Gordon, 2008). For Bruce it was Harvey who stood up to protect Batman (Gordon, 2008). Batman is who Harvey knew that Gotham needed, him, to survive and ensure the bad brethren would be defeated, for Harvey was the Knight for Bruce (Gordon, 2008).
Bruce viewed Harvey as a true man. Harvey is the man Bruce could never be, since he is much more than “Bruce Wayne,” his ultimate platform is “Batman” (Gordon, 2008). Batman in the end must do what he must to protect the innocence of Harvey, who acts in an emotional rage (Gordon, 2008). He reacts in rage rather than alarming his true safe and simple nature to express negative elements, the treacherous water of love and hate are the acceptable dynamic pair of Harvey and Wayne in the movie the Dark Knight by Jonathan Nolan (Gordon, 2008).
Works Cited
Gordon, D. (2008). “Bat Trick: With “The Dark Knight,” Christopher Nolan tried for the near impossible: a bigger, better sequel.” Newsweek.
Long, G. (1991). Enchiridion. New York: Prometheus Books.
Nimoy, L. (1984). Star Treck III: The Search for Spock.
Williamson, A. (2008). “Joan of Arc, a Brief Biography.” Joan of Arc. Retrieved, July 30, 2008 from http://archive.joan-of-arc.org/joanofarc_short_biography.html.
Woods, B. (2007). “Giuliani: Can hero of 9/11 win over his own party?” USA Today. Retrieve July 31, 2008 from http://www.usatoday.com/news/washington/2007-01-31-giuliani-cover_x.htm.
Society must win a moral inhibition in the human quality of survival. He or she is the one who we must entrust the hard task and challenge to fall, rather than let society lay adrift to fall to the waste-side. The Guardian is the right person who must be the epitome of the experiment. The Guardian must fall to his or her own destruction. Furthermore, Bruce Wayne is this true depiction of Batman (Gordon, 2008).
Wayne must become more than a hero. Wayne surpasses the mediocrity of heroism, he becomes the beast of subtle defeat. Wayne becomes a beast of peace.
For Bruce Wayne to seek peace at the end of destruction and despair, he must exhume the position of the chase. The Noble Knight for Gotham is the very diversion of truth. However, the equality to believe in Harvey is the symbol of countenance. His countenance is safe within the condition of mentorship.
However, how does mentorship relate to knighthood? What does it mean to be a Knight? How do humans reach a realm of knighthood? Do humans have the capacity to reach brilliance of knighthood? In The Dark Knight (Gordon, 2008), Bruce Wayne was the Guardian who must give himself for the change of hope. Wayne was the search and journey for Gotham.
Rather than the one, we must as Admiral Spock said, “We must sacrifice the one, for the good of the many” (Nimoy, 1984). Even further, the stoic-philosopher Epictetus said, “it is impossible, then, for a person who thinks to be the harm, as it is also impossible to be pleased with the harm itself. For this reason also a farther is reviled by his son, when he gives no part to his son of the things which are considered to be good: and it was of this which made Polynices and Epictetus enemies, the opinion that royal power was good. It is for this reason that the cultivator of the earth evils the gods, for this reason the sailor does, and the merchant, and for this reason those who lose their wives and their children, for where the useful is, there also piety is. Consequently, he who takes care to the desired as he oath and to avoid as he ought, at the same time also cares after piety. But to make libations and to sacrifice and to offer first fruits according to the custom of our fathers, purely and not meanly nor carelessly nor scantly nor above our ability is a thing which belongs to all to do” (Long, 1991, p. 30-31). Epictetus rationalizes the human condition.
As a slave, Epictetus defines that the will of humankind is like the will of the slave to seek his own reality (Long, 1991). Humankind is the student of realism (Long, 2002). Alone, humankind is his own world (Long, 1991). Humankind in his own world is a King, and then to the rest, a slave, similar to the role of Joan of Ark (Long, 1991).
Joan of Ark, deserving of my deepest gratitude is given the significance of what lies within the one, who knew very well she must give herself, for the reputation of King Henry of England (Williamson, 2008). Joan gave herself for King Henry, so Henry could reassemble his peace, courage, and good moral qualities for his French and English people (Williamson, 2008). Although the bond of Harvey and Gotham was the beacon of good moral fiber, Harvey as the King was the beacon of hope for change. Harvey was the beacon of peace; the beacon of sacrifice. Harvey was the sacrifice, the further continuance of the human condition…to embody existence and to protect society.
On a further acknowledgement of Guardianship, we examine two more scenarios. At the case of post 9-11, did Giuliani not in a way fulfill his role? In some manners, Americans instilled a trust in Giuliani the Mayor of New York (Woods, 2007). Giuliani is the eagle of the city, who surveys the city all day flying to protect the citizens and residents of New York City. Secondly, although highly resented for the lack of leadership, was Kathleen Blanco of Louisiana, at the same time brought a newfound strength in defeat? Does defeat personify his human presence?
Blanco urged displaced Louisiana residents to reclaim their land and rekindle your life, new, tis the glory of a metamorphosis of truth. The truth and the will of the human existence and quality to survive were instilled in the character of Bruce Wayne in the screenplay written by Jonathan Nolan (Gordon, 2008). Nolan highlighted the notion of strength and the virtue of fighting to hold fellowship and popularity of the majority (Gordon, 2008). Notwithstanding, he suggested to service the proletariat, to allow the majority to judge and hold blame against a stronger breed. The breeds’ responsible for the actions are built of much more than an Iron Clad Knight, the ability of the Knight has the ability to truly become an integral escape to allow humanity to be the vessel of an apposite realism.
To be an apposing realist one must also be a Guardian. A Guardian is one who is also a human vessel of fellowship in wisdom. The Guardian is the embodiment of splendor or innocence of society, and so as it is the pupil. The Guardian and teacher is Bruce Wayne. In this instance Wayne defines a peculiarity in society by how society with its need for safety, restructures according to its new own morality. The morality of the Guardian is present when good is redefined, thus is why reality exists.
For Wayne, the morality is Harvey who fought endlessly to bring down the mafia and slumlords of the city (Gordon, 2008). For Bruce it was Harvey who stood up to protect Batman (Gordon, 2008). Batman is who Harvey knew that Gotham needed, him, to survive and ensure the bad brethren would be defeated, for Harvey was the Knight for Bruce (Gordon, 2008).
Bruce viewed Harvey as a true man. Harvey is the man Bruce could never be, since he is much more than “Bruce Wayne,” his ultimate platform is “Batman” (Gordon, 2008). Batman in the end must do what he must to protect the innocence of Harvey, who acts in an emotional rage (Gordon, 2008). He reacts in rage rather than alarming his true safe and simple nature to express negative elements, the treacherous water of love and hate are the acceptable dynamic pair of Harvey and Wayne in the movie the Dark Knight by Jonathan Nolan (Gordon, 2008).
Works Cited
Gordon, D. (2008). “Bat Trick: With “The Dark Knight,” Christopher Nolan tried for the near impossible: a bigger, better sequel.” Newsweek.
Long, G. (1991). Enchiridion. New York: Prometheus Books.
Nimoy, L. (1984). Star Treck III: The Search for Spock.
Williamson, A. (2008). “Joan of Arc, a Brief Biography.” Joan of Arc. Retrieved, July 30, 2008 from http://archive.joan-of-arc.org/joanofarc_short_biography.html.
Woods, B. (2007). “Giuliani: Can hero of 9/11 win over his own party?” USA Today. Retrieve July 31, 2008 from http://www.usatoday.com/news/washington/2007-01-31-giuliani-cover_x.htm.
Faith
Never under estimate the power and security of the divine and most intellectual creator of all earthy existence, GOD. Early one summer, I awoke to an extremely empty stomach and a frail pocket to pay for replenishment for my extreme hunger. However, I immediately realized the previous day happened to be the birthday of my dear friend who passed away in December. Michael, a young and vibrant environmentalist died last year shortly after he learned he had malignant cancer.
Michael took advantage of a socialist free health care system in Glasgow, while attending graduate school for environmental engineering. However, Michael remained very optimistic through the last months of his life. He remained as a terrific intellectual and acquired a terrific sprit to love life and cherishes his last moments to enjoy his last few months on this earth. He is of a fortunate few people who ever experience such joy on earth. The cancer while deteriorating his stomach and eating away at his interior, Michael enjoyed the small pleasures in life…like eating. Michael enjoyed eating cheese cake and good southern cuisine. I remember talking to Mike the last week in November and him bragging about how much better he felt, and bragging about his experience of eating chocolate cake. He told me, his experience eating chocolate cake was better than having sex with his last, “hot girl.” And trust me; the cake must have been phenomenal, because Michael definitely loved the ladies. ‘Bless his heart.’
Thinking of how Mike suffered helped with my own aliments of hunger, and not being able to afford a meal. I will make it through, as I was thinking internally. I thought more, how my own personal hero made it through his hunger, but then I also found myself becoming worried. Then I prayed to my Savior, “let peace be still, give me what I need, and not what I want.” That moment alone, I owed God a lot of gratitude for making it this far without having much money to afford the finer things in life. You see, at this moment I owed many bills. I revealed the fact that the day before, one creditor called my job to retrieve the money I owed the company. I owed a lot to others also, such as family ad friends who have become my investors and angels transforming my life. My family and friends who have ensured that I make it enough, to keep fighting against welfare this young, while I lay completely hungry most of my days traveling to various jobs starving miserably.
This day in fact, I prayed. I prayed to God again, “let peace be still, I don’t know GOD, but peace is still. For I shall not worry, as it rests, I shall give my troubles to you to make a way. For tis shall be, and please watch out for my poor weak stomach.” This is the very moment after I left the radio station for the broadcast of the Verb Altitude Hour; I received a check to pay my creditors calling my job, my friends and family calling for their money, and my poor weak stomach to receive an investment.
You see, God sometimes, shall take away and create our low points to receive and appreciate his blessings of true wisdom. It is very few instances such as this, which one sees the Devine Creator in acting, as such a superpower and a brilliant sparkling light in our own miniscule existence. God has the ability to connect one moment in life to another. One dot to the next moment in Earth’s life that allows us to change and grow, and grow into a better person, a person realizing that I cannot and will not know everything, however, if I allow myself to trust in my faith for the Intellectual and Devine creator of all things, Jehovah, he shall give me exactly what I need, when I need it. Not necessarily what I want or when I think I need it, but to appreciate his miraculous blessings. He instills an awe-inspiring investment which makes me strive to define purpose in my life. Faith is what, however, gives me the heart to satisfy my soul. Bless GOD, he who keeps me at my lowest point of existence.
Amen!!
Michael took advantage of a socialist free health care system in Glasgow, while attending graduate school for environmental engineering. However, Michael remained very optimistic through the last months of his life. He remained as a terrific intellectual and acquired a terrific sprit to love life and cherishes his last moments to enjoy his last few months on this earth. He is of a fortunate few people who ever experience such joy on earth. The cancer while deteriorating his stomach and eating away at his interior, Michael enjoyed the small pleasures in life…like eating. Michael enjoyed eating cheese cake and good southern cuisine. I remember talking to Mike the last week in November and him bragging about how much better he felt, and bragging about his experience of eating chocolate cake. He told me, his experience eating chocolate cake was better than having sex with his last, “hot girl.” And trust me; the cake must have been phenomenal, because Michael definitely loved the ladies. ‘Bless his heart.’
Thinking of how Mike suffered helped with my own aliments of hunger, and not being able to afford a meal. I will make it through, as I was thinking internally. I thought more, how my own personal hero made it through his hunger, but then I also found myself becoming worried. Then I prayed to my Savior, “let peace be still, give me what I need, and not what I want.” That moment alone, I owed God a lot of gratitude for making it this far without having much money to afford the finer things in life. You see, at this moment I owed many bills. I revealed the fact that the day before, one creditor called my job to retrieve the money I owed the company. I owed a lot to others also, such as family ad friends who have become my investors and angels transforming my life. My family and friends who have ensured that I make it enough, to keep fighting against welfare this young, while I lay completely hungry most of my days traveling to various jobs starving miserably.
This day in fact, I prayed. I prayed to God again, “let peace be still, I don’t know GOD, but peace is still. For I shall not worry, as it rests, I shall give my troubles to you to make a way. For tis shall be, and please watch out for my poor weak stomach.” This is the very moment after I left the radio station for the broadcast of the Verb Altitude Hour; I received a check to pay my creditors calling my job, my friends and family calling for their money, and my poor weak stomach to receive an investment.
You see, God sometimes, shall take away and create our low points to receive and appreciate his blessings of true wisdom. It is very few instances such as this, which one sees the Devine Creator in acting, as such a superpower and a brilliant sparkling light in our own miniscule existence. God has the ability to connect one moment in life to another. One dot to the next moment in Earth’s life that allows us to change and grow, and grow into a better person, a person realizing that I cannot and will not know everything, however, if I allow myself to trust in my faith for the Intellectual and Devine creator of all things, Jehovah, he shall give me exactly what I need, when I need it. Not necessarily what I want or when I think I need it, but to appreciate his miraculous blessings. He instills an awe-inspiring investment which makes me strive to define purpose in my life. Faith is what, however, gives me the heart to satisfy my soul. Bless GOD, he who keeps me at my lowest point of existence.
Amen!!
"Yes We Can"
• I began to post a minor opinionated sentence on a status statement of my current mood on my Facebook profile. After watching the Barack ‘Change’ video suggesting, “Yes we can,” from a few young celebrities, I began to think back on early in the day on the taping of the Verb Attitude Hour. The discussion of today’s taping of the broadcast for the Verb Attitude Hour focused solely on, ‘empowerment versus apathy,’ for students on college campuses. I then reflected on the topic of the video and began to relate the two issues facing me in my own life as an American in today’s society.
I think everyone comes to a milestone in their own life, which makes them connect reality and bridge a page between fiction and truth, between living as a robot or a droid or a true nonconformist, and between propaganda and cracking the secret code to a legendary conspiracy. It is very few among us who realize and rationalize the truth that America is at a battle ground that we are at a point to fight or give up. Do we fight to keep our freedom or let the liberties be taken away from us by our conservative fellows who wish to speak that religion is the sole defining factor that Katrina killed thousands and that 9-11 was brought on by what God allowed to happen, since after all it is America who persecuted the Iraq Muslim Nation. Or is it in fact the Bush Administration who chooses to let Condi go to a Comedy Club the night before Katrina and buy shoes? Or is Bush who did not follow-up on The Al-Qaida threats made during the Clinton Administration? Who is at fault and who tells the truth? Is it the Southern Baptist Conservatives who blame Clinton for not informing Bush for the Pre 9-11 Threats? Or is it the Southern Baptist and Pentecostal Liberals who shall say that it is Bush who is at fault for not taking preventive measures to investigate the threats. You pick, be my guest!
I know that in all of us….Real and True Americans who wish to seek and recite the truth., We shall rise up and establish a common identity found in the Obama ‘mechanism’ to empower the youth to say…..”Yes We Can.” Obama is a modern catalyst, a returning Greek philosopher who so eloquently questions mediocrity and strives to empower us to make change by focusing on how we incorporate superiority to what once existed, in the American Majestic Bureaucracy. What once existed is hardwork and a nation since the Roosevelt Government gave Americans a basic quality of life….food, shelter and clothing.
While we are out saving Georgians now, how do we save our own children who die of a bad cavity due to insufficient dental insurance…or even more how about our minorities who are disadvantaged and live in generational poverty and sale drugs in the illegal market to make ends meet for their offspring because that is what their mothers and fathers did to keep, “food on the damn table.”
Is this the life you want the next three generations of your children to encounter, if not, you should have answered yes. Whether you it admit now or thirty years from now, what you do now will affect the next two generations of your family. So as the commonality suggests, “What you do for our children now, will affect them, later.” So why not keep running up the National Deficit, create a larger scarcity of basic resources, and increase taxes. We do not need to increase the minimum wage, no, why do that?
So when bread is 10 dollars a ‘pop’ ten years from now at $ 5.15 an hour you better work two hours to pay for bread and work another 5 hours to pay for a $25 dollar gallon of milk. You think this outlook on the prediction of future prices seems unbalanced or extreme, look back at the last 40 years when bread was at 10 cents a loaf and now is at almost at $2.00 even at Save-A-Lot, which offers a generic brand of grocery items, nationally.
So, when I look at empowerment and the American credence of mediocrity, and the generational habit of becoming followers instead of hardworking leaders, I challenge you and yours to empower thyself to make change happen in your lives. Go and educate yourself. Do not go as far as the movie V for Vendetta, however, Walk down a public housing, “ghetto,” walk along the MLK BLVD, Go to an inner city public school and observe the difference between a private education and a pubic education, walk in a free health clinic and exclusive private medical practice. Tell me, what you see when you leave these fine places, like the free health clinic in Hitch Village and the Private Medical Practice on Jonny Mercer. I attest it will not be to your liking.
In conclusion, I challenge for you to empower yourselves, empower your family, empower your community, empower your region, empower your state and empower the great American People of this excellent nation. Empower yourself to say, “Yes We CAN!”
I think everyone comes to a milestone in their own life, which makes them connect reality and bridge a page between fiction and truth, between living as a robot or a droid or a true nonconformist, and between propaganda and cracking the secret code to a legendary conspiracy. It is very few among us who realize and rationalize the truth that America is at a battle ground that we are at a point to fight or give up. Do we fight to keep our freedom or let the liberties be taken away from us by our conservative fellows who wish to speak that religion is the sole defining factor that Katrina killed thousands and that 9-11 was brought on by what God allowed to happen, since after all it is America who persecuted the Iraq Muslim Nation. Or is it in fact the Bush Administration who chooses to let Condi go to a Comedy Club the night before Katrina and buy shoes? Or is Bush who did not follow-up on The Al-Qaida threats made during the Clinton Administration? Who is at fault and who tells the truth? Is it the Southern Baptist Conservatives who blame Clinton for not informing Bush for the Pre 9-11 Threats? Or is it the Southern Baptist and Pentecostal Liberals who shall say that it is Bush who is at fault for not taking preventive measures to investigate the threats. You pick, be my guest!
I know that in all of us….Real and True Americans who wish to seek and recite the truth., We shall rise up and establish a common identity found in the Obama ‘mechanism’ to empower the youth to say…..”Yes We Can.” Obama is a modern catalyst, a returning Greek philosopher who so eloquently questions mediocrity and strives to empower us to make change by focusing on how we incorporate superiority to what once existed, in the American Majestic Bureaucracy. What once existed is hardwork and a nation since the Roosevelt Government gave Americans a basic quality of life….food, shelter and clothing.
While we are out saving Georgians now, how do we save our own children who die of a bad cavity due to insufficient dental insurance…or even more how about our minorities who are disadvantaged and live in generational poverty and sale drugs in the illegal market to make ends meet for their offspring because that is what their mothers and fathers did to keep, “food on the damn table.”
Is this the life you want the next three generations of your children to encounter, if not, you should have answered yes. Whether you it admit now or thirty years from now, what you do now will affect the next two generations of your family. So as the commonality suggests, “What you do for our children now, will affect them, later.” So why not keep running up the National Deficit, create a larger scarcity of basic resources, and increase taxes. We do not need to increase the minimum wage, no, why do that?
So when bread is 10 dollars a ‘pop’ ten years from now at $ 5.15 an hour you better work two hours to pay for bread and work another 5 hours to pay for a $25 dollar gallon of milk. You think this outlook on the prediction of future prices seems unbalanced or extreme, look back at the last 40 years when bread was at 10 cents a loaf and now is at almost at $2.00 even at Save-A-Lot, which offers a generic brand of grocery items, nationally.
So, when I look at empowerment and the American credence of mediocrity, and the generational habit of becoming followers instead of hardworking leaders, I challenge you and yours to empower thyself to make change happen in your lives. Go and educate yourself. Do not go as far as the movie V for Vendetta, however, Walk down a public housing, “ghetto,” walk along the MLK BLVD, Go to an inner city public school and observe the difference between a private education and a pubic education, walk in a free health clinic and exclusive private medical practice. Tell me, what you see when you leave these fine places, like the free health clinic in Hitch Village and the Private Medical Practice on Jonny Mercer. I attest it will not be to your liking.
In conclusion, I challenge for you to empower yourselves, empower your family, empower your community, empower your region, empower your state and empower the great American People of this excellent nation. Empower yourself to say, “Yes We CAN!”
obama and clinton
• MY BARACK OBAMA AND MY HILLARY CLINTON
MY LIBERAL Candidate
“Invisible NO LONGER!”
Support McCain conservatives or a Liberal Dynasty to truly dominate the illusions of trust in American Society. I would rather SUPPORT OBAMA/BIDEN than trust the same conservatives who have misguided and given altruistic notions of economical stability. The same economical stability that reinforces domestic policy, with a fallen housing market, more cuts in higher education to pay for a war to regain rights to oil, and then “no child left behind” strategy that further keeps large populations of African-American children from educational opportunities while suburban Caucasians harvest all the benefits and incentives prescribed to only their children.
Don’t you get it, we as Clinton stated, “We are the same team.” And yes we must unite and fight together. Will we reform rights for minorities, especially reform public policy to invest in single heads of households with children under seventeen years of age? Single female heads of households who are disenfranchised by government polices who have capitalized on a minority population or reserve the right to create barriers to resources by government services. Barrack who seeks to reform welfare to not break up the family and keep women from marrying men and putting food on the table. The same Barack who will reform healthcare so your children can also receive superior medical services, the same Barack who wants to expand higher educational opportunities across the board and wishes to repay your college tuition debt with how you repay society. The same Barack who wants to reform the government policies who have historically kept the minorities down and the majority up, to expand the American infrastructure domestically as well as rebuild international relationship to restructure the American production landscape. To rebuild international production relationships to bring international trade markets, which will bring in jobs and new investment to rebuild the American Dream for the next generation after “x”? Obama who wants to give your children something to look forward to, rather than a nuclear holocaust or a Third World War based upon a false location of WMDs and Oil.
The same Barack who as Clinton advises wants to Invest in alternative technology to strive for oil independence by seeking partners in energy sustainability, the sameBarack who seeks Biden to be his right hand business liaison and mentor, the same Barack who quoted Martin Luther King Jr., and also said, “I Have A dream.”
When Clinton gave that speech tonight at the 2008 US National Democratic Convention in Denver, Colorado she directed every element and spoken linguistic statement uttered to all women, gays and liberals, do you want four more years of Bush with McCain or a new Liberal Dynasty for ‘Change?’
Invest in my Hillary Clinton when you cast your ballot for United States President in November, in My Barack Obama…seek the democratic TEAM.
The tenacity, education, audacity and management of a well structured plan. Not a Big Business Downfall.
Now there is hope in that!
MY LIBERAL Candidate
“Invisible NO LONGER!”
Support McCain conservatives or a Liberal Dynasty to truly dominate the illusions of trust in American Society. I would rather SUPPORT OBAMA/BIDEN than trust the same conservatives who have misguided and given altruistic notions of economical stability. The same economical stability that reinforces domestic policy, with a fallen housing market, more cuts in higher education to pay for a war to regain rights to oil, and then “no child left behind” strategy that further keeps large populations of African-American children from educational opportunities while suburban Caucasians harvest all the benefits and incentives prescribed to only their children.
Don’t you get it, we as Clinton stated, “We are the same team.” And yes we must unite and fight together. Will we reform rights for minorities, especially reform public policy to invest in single heads of households with children under seventeen years of age? Single female heads of households who are disenfranchised by government polices who have capitalized on a minority population or reserve the right to create barriers to resources by government services. Barrack who seeks to reform welfare to not break up the family and keep women from marrying men and putting food on the table. The same Barack who will reform healthcare so your children can also receive superior medical services, the same Barack who wants to expand higher educational opportunities across the board and wishes to repay your college tuition debt with how you repay society. The same Barack who wants to reform the government policies who have historically kept the minorities down and the majority up, to expand the American infrastructure domestically as well as rebuild international relationship to restructure the American production landscape. To rebuild international production relationships to bring international trade markets, which will bring in jobs and new investment to rebuild the American Dream for the next generation after “x”? Obama who wants to give your children something to look forward to, rather than a nuclear holocaust or a Third World War based upon a false location of WMDs and Oil.
The same Barack who as Clinton advises wants to Invest in alternative technology to strive for oil independence by seeking partners in energy sustainability, the sameBarack who seeks Biden to be his right hand business liaison and mentor, the same Barack who quoted Martin Luther King Jr., and also said, “I Have A dream.”
When Clinton gave that speech tonight at the 2008 US National Democratic Convention in Denver, Colorado she directed every element and spoken linguistic statement uttered to all women, gays and liberals, do you want four more years of Bush with McCain or a new Liberal Dynasty for ‘Change?’
Invest in my Hillary Clinton when you cast your ballot for United States President in November, in My Barack Obama…seek the democratic TEAM.
The tenacity, education, audacity and management of a well structured plan. Not a Big Business Downfall.
Now there is hope in that!
Mine Own Eyes, Mine Own Heart, Mine Own Breathe
• Ms. Wild Turkey
Mr. Vodka
My favorite…Mr. Jack
These tonics are my friends
However, as loyal as they are, my admirers
The intensity and strife
Tis are the bearers of my pain
I can not release the music that plays beneath my presence of life
I love breathing and the fresh air to uncover the truth
However, I feel beneath me
I feel exhumed with an uncomfortable cast to smother my inequities as they linger to come to pass
A buildable foundation is present to encompass my might
Once that layer is withdrawn who is there but God to protect my heart?
Who shall be my knight to rejuvenate my soul?
Who shall be my knight to rejuvenate my absurd view of love?
While the journey lingers and there are no mavericks to step forward,
By myself I shall walk to heal and find,
To discover the world through the brilliance of mine own eyes
Uncover the truth of mine own heart
And breathe to “exhale” the intoxicating exuberance of stability and consistency.
Mr. Vodka
My favorite…Mr. Jack
These tonics are my friends
However, as loyal as they are, my admirers
The intensity and strife
Tis are the bearers of my pain
I can not release the music that plays beneath my presence of life
I love breathing and the fresh air to uncover the truth
However, I feel beneath me
I feel exhumed with an uncomfortable cast to smother my inequities as they linger to come to pass
A buildable foundation is present to encompass my might
Once that layer is withdrawn who is there but God to protect my heart?
Who shall be my knight to rejuvenate my soul?
Who shall be my knight to rejuvenate my absurd view of love?
While the journey lingers and there are no mavericks to step forward,
By myself I shall walk to heal and find,
To discover the world through the brilliance of mine own eyes
Uncover the truth of mine own heart
And breathe to “exhale” the intoxicating exuberance of stability and consistency.
Passion and Pride
• Total Annihilation of control
No self restraint
No…..nothing to tell me not to say yes to your demeanor
Your suave tendencies of passions…
Your voice which caresses my spirit…
Your intelligence which strokes my challenging inquiry
Oh HUNNY….the serendipity of a rhythm
A beat
A heart which cannot keep up with the rare thoughts that cannot be upon my mind
The songs upon the wind interrupting my presence, as the thoughts abruptly storm into my window,
Brushing upon my sweet ivory cheeks, making the challenging Goosebumps aware of your presence
Oh, the enlightenment, the enjoyment of the NOW!
The Time I let be and give no expiration or deadline
For this time, I allow myself to become a subordinate
A peasant
A woman
And I allow you to defeat
King
My Man
How deep can we seek…BEWARE!
How can you deny my passion?
Is it pride or insecurity?
Because this situation is a rare occurrence
This situation is a blessing.
This situation is brilliantly indecipherable.
The feminist in me wants to strive for the mere independence of mind.
Nevertheless, the strong woman in me wants a man who can satisfy all my inequities and peculiar tendencies.
To balance where I fail and to give my failures strength,
The Human in me, however, needs positive and caring companionship, which is more than speckled confetti whisking away like the wind,
But a rock, solid bolder transforming into a GREAT Rocky Mountain, thrusting to the air, telling all who propose to destroy it, to beware.
Oh, but how the passion rests and pride persists
A-customizing my mind to seek truth,
To give me a KING,
That is more than tender,
But a true partner that is all destined to be mine.
No self restraint
No…..nothing to tell me not to say yes to your demeanor
Your suave tendencies of passions…
Your voice which caresses my spirit…
Your intelligence which strokes my challenging inquiry
Oh HUNNY….the serendipity of a rhythm
A beat
A heart which cannot keep up with the rare thoughts that cannot be upon my mind
The songs upon the wind interrupting my presence, as the thoughts abruptly storm into my window,
Brushing upon my sweet ivory cheeks, making the challenging Goosebumps aware of your presence
Oh, the enlightenment, the enjoyment of the NOW!
The Time I let be and give no expiration or deadline
For this time, I allow myself to become a subordinate
A peasant
A woman
And I allow you to defeat
King
My Man
How deep can we seek…BEWARE!
How can you deny my passion?
Is it pride or insecurity?
Because this situation is a rare occurrence
This situation is a blessing.
This situation is brilliantly indecipherable.
The feminist in me wants to strive for the mere independence of mind.
Nevertheless, the strong woman in me wants a man who can satisfy all my inequities and peculiar tendencies.
To balance where I fail and to give my failures strength,
The Human in me, however, needs positive and caring companionship, which is more than speckled confetti whisking away like the wind,
But a rock, solid bolder transforming into a GREAT Rocky Mountain, thrusting to the air, telling all who propose to destroy it, to beware.
Oh, but how the passion rests and pride persists
A-customizing my mind to seek truth,
To give me a KING,
That is more than tender,
But a true partner that is all destined to be mine.
Ever last
• Being virtuous in the new and modern world
Evolving and living in the moment
The extraordinary but ultimately ordinary road to success
To equate forbidden and independence by one’s own destiny
Purposeful
Lifetime achievement
Thinking in memories past to refresh and dry
To a successful future with brilliant and subtle greatness
Greatness and prophetic wisdom
The transparency of the victor and the courageous heart of the lion
The nurturer and the steel with its velocity and speed
But the monkey which is hot-headed and brilliantly misunderstood ever last
Time and being virtuous indeed
Evolving and living in the moment
The extraordinary but ultimately ordinary road to success
To equate forbidden and independence by one’s own destiny
Purposeful
Lifetime achievement
Thinking in memories past to refresh and dry
To a successful future with brilliant and subtle greatness
Greatness and prophetic wisdom
The transparency of the victor and the courageous heart of the lion
The nurturer and the steel with its velocity and speed
But the monkey which is hot-headed and brilliantly misunderstood ever last
Time and being virtuous indeed
You Keep Me
• You make me smile
You caress the ache trapped within my breast
You inhibit a realm releasing all fear
You keep me inverted in comfortability while attacking practicality
You keep me off guard and desiring more
You…your smile washing the tears away sparkling, the decay
And transforming new drip-pans of joy
I fear not, but anticipate more
Your brilliant illuminating eyes, give me reason to address compassion and joy
For the joy I find as the catalyst in you has abundantly renewed my spirit
The essence of happiness, for it is clearly found in the day, for the day is what you make of it!
For it is you who challenges me and for it is you who keeps me
You caress the ache trapped within my breast
You inhibit a realm releasing all fear
You keep me inverted in comfortability while attacking practicality
You keep me off guard and desiring more
You…your smile washing the tears away sparkling, the decay
And transforming new drip-pans of joy
I fear not, but anticipate more
Your brilliant illuminating eyes, give me reason to address compassion and joy
For the joy I find as the catalyst in you has abundantly renewed my spirit
The essence of happiness, for it is clearly found in the day, for the day is what you make of it!
For it is you who challenges me and for it is you who keeps me
Emotional Dependency
• Emancipate yourself from the proclamation of emotional dependency of support and create stewardship amongst yourself. Look for achievement in the divine creature that GOD adores, yourself. Women dare to seek achievement in men’s’ perceptions of you, dare to be the independent and bodacious women, free of stereotypical fantasies. Change your nature of thinking, your ideological consciousness should not measure man’s value of a woman, but measure a woman’s measure of herself.
Emancipate your dependency and characterization of Freud’s self, projecting self. You are bitch if you act bitchy, you are a whore if you wear revealing clothes and are flirty, and you are a “lesbianite” if you act with independency and do not need a man to accomplish tasks for you; or you need a man to accept the loneliness as a need to recuperate your heart.
Woman, stop and think. You are a being created, lovely, lively, empowering, motivating, and challenging to who intimidates the gender which is threatened by your benevolent and magnificent charm. The man gave you labels to feel a since of achievement to signify your flaws or characteristics and euthanize your benefits. See these characteristics as assets. Celebrate your bitchy demeanor, but not adopt your labels which assimilate and excuse your attitude or to let the man control any aspect of her attitude.
The strife, the grief is beautiful. Women, become sisters and defend the rights of your feminine privilege. Seek your sisterhood to embrace your feminine capacity to motivate and to nurture, to advocate, changing the inner realm of you, before you can change the outer world and dominance of humanity. Change and breathe, but foremost breath and define you. DO you, before you can be a part of something.
Woman, however, stop and take a break, now and again and motivate and take care of that giving heart. The tragedy awaits in those who do not persist to find self, and tragedy is given to those who do not make accommodation to nurture thyself.
God suggest in Jeremiah 29:11 (p. 1071, King James Version):
“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.”
Girl don’t get so caught up that you miss out on your blessings, don’t go out looking for it. Be confidant and walk with defined exuberance, eliminating melancholy in his path, but don’t be so insecure that you welcome heartache. Your Mr. Soulmate, your Mr. Wright could be around the corner and you scared him away, before you allowed him to embrace your sensitivity with his might.
Pursuance in not in the dove, but in the lion, meaning sometimes even the “Bitch” has to take a step back as follower and allow the man to lead. Take your, “King Triton’s,” staff of control for life and let go!! Lose control and let life evolve through the will of GOD.
Lady, let GOD with his divine plan head you, before you allow the world to, “ball-up,” your heart from your mind, through the trickery of the devil’s blatant propaganda, to brainwash your mind.
Lady, you are not the Devil’s Manchurian Candidate. You are a lovely bodacious woman of GOD. Seek him first, and the man will seek you!!
WORD.
References
Information taken from Holy Bible: Old and New Testaments, King James Version, Jeremiah
Chapter 29, 11, 1107.
Emancipate your dependency and characterization of Freud’s self, projecting self. You are bitch if you act bitchy, you are a whore if you wear revealing clothes and are flirty, and you are a “lesbianite” if you act with independency and do not need a man to accomplish tasks for you; or you need a man to accept the loneliness as a need to recuperate your heart.
Woman, stop and think. You are a being created, lovely, lively, empowering, motivating, and challenging to who intimidates the gender which is threatened by your benevolent and magnificent charm. The man gave you labels to feel a since of achievement to signify your flaws or characteristics and euthanize your benefits. See these characteristics as assets. Celebrate your bitchy demeanor, but not adopt your labels which assimilate and excuse your attitude or to let the man control any aspect of her attitude.
The strife, the grief is beautiful. Women, become sisters and defend the rights of your feminine privilege. Seek your sisterhood to embrace your feminine capacity to motivate and to nurture, to advocate, changing the inner realm of you, before you can change the outer world and dominance of humanity. Change and breathe, but foremost breath and define you. DO you, before you can be a part of something.
Woman, however, stop and take a break, now and again and motivate and take care of that giving heart. The tragedy awaits in those who do not persist to find self, and tragedy is given to those who do not make accommodation to nurture thyself.
God suggest in Jeremiah 29:11 (p. 1071, King James Version):
“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.”
Girl don’t get so caught up that you miss out on your blessings, don’t go out looking for it. Be confidant and walk with defined exuberance, eliminating melancholy in his path, but don’t be so insecure that you welcome heartache. Your Mr. Soulmate, your Mr. Wright could be around the corner and you scared him away, before you allowed him to embrace your sensitivity with his might.
Pursuance in not in the dove, but in the lion, meaning sometimes even the “Bitch” has to take a step back as follower and allow the man to lead. Take your, “King Triton’s,” staff of control for life and let go!! Lose control and let life evolve through the will of GOD.
Lady, let GOD with his divine plan head you, before you allow the world to, “ball-up,” your heart from your mind, through the trickery of the devil’s blatant propaganda, to brainwash your mind.
Lady, you are not the Devil’s Manchurian Candidate. You are a lovely bodacious woman of GOD. Seek him first, and the man will seek you!!
WORD.
References
Information taken from Holy Bible: Old and New Testaments, King James Version, Jeremiah
Chapter 29, 11, 1107.
My Virgo, My Virgo
My Virgo, My Virgo
My serenity I pledge unto you
As we laugh
As we kiss
As we laugh
As we dare to dream
Your spirit captivates my mind and harnesses the essence of my soul
Mr. Virgo, as we dance my walls collapse
And you dominate me within the realm of your arms
You hold me, I breathe to allow the oxygen to exhale
As I stop to allow myself to enjoy the moment and the let the energy come alive
And as I fight to get back to reality
For when I dance, i shy to your magnificent touch as time stops
We create a song where we equally reach a point of electric ecstasy
You as you lead, I follow
And as I lead, you follow
To the morning of tomorrow when we shall both orchestrate a new birth of bliss
Where bliss is nothing more than a word which cannot describe the feelings we both share in the worldly perspective
For the connection is beyond either of us can convey
Mr. Virgo as you laugh, my guard feels protected
And I comfortably participate in the wonderful joy in the moment
And I allow myself to enjoy the moment
And as you unjustly kiss me, I reciprocate to the maximum capacity of indulgence to elevate my mind which cannot keep up with the beat of my heart
And as we dream my lovely, I am intrigued by the brilliance of your mind
And the delicate touch of your passion to motivate a legacy ultimately to rest with the history of mankind
Your achievements are great
Your giving heart is worth mentioning
But your ability to motivate other by the wisdom in your leadership is the winning strand to cultivate a capacity to care for others
That is the humanity in the kindness that you bestow as a man
My Virgo, Mr. Virgo as we both journey tomorrow
In the future, today and tomorrow
And in the next year, I pledge to keep you at peace
Electing electric stride as we allow feelings to evolve and burden our mortal bodies
And invest in the brilliance of the moment.
My serenity I pledge unto you
As we laugh
As we kiss
As we laugh
As we dare to dream
Your spirit captivates my mind and harnesses the essence of my soul
Mr. Virgo, as we dance my walls collapse
And you dominate me within the realm of your arms
You hold me, I breathe to allow the oxygen to exhale
As I stop to allow myself to enjoy the moment and the let the energy come alive
And as I fight to get back to reality
For when I dance, i shy to your magnificent touch as time stops
We create a song where we equally reach a point of electric ecstasy
You as you lead, I follow
And as I lead, you follow
To the morning of tomorrow when we shall both orchestrate a new birth of bliss
Where bliss is nothing more than a word which cannot describe the feelings we both share in the worldly perspective
For the connection is beyond either of us can convey
Mr. Virgo as you laugh, my guard feels protected
And I comfortably participate in the wonderful joy in the moment
And I allow myself to enjoy the moment
And as you unjustly kiss me, I reciprocate to the maximum capacity of indulgence to elevate my mind which cannot keep up with the beat of my heart
And as we dream my lovely, I am intrigued by the brilliance of your mind
And the delicate touch of your passion to motivate a legacy ultimately to rest with the history of mankind
Your achievements are great
Your giving heart is worth mentioning
But your ability to motivate other by the wisdom in your leadership is the winning strand to cultivate a capacity to care for others
That is the humanity in the kindness that you bestow as a man
My Virgo, Mr. Virgo as we both journey tomorrow
In the future, today and tomorrow
And in the next year, I pledge to keep you at peace
Electing electric stride as we allow feelings to evolve and burden our mortal bodies
And invest in the brilliance of the moment.
Struggling to Say I CAN!
I struggle… I struggle
…I struggle to define
How to rest my mind
How do I let go of the ache of the world on my shoulders
The expectation s of the others
The audience who anticipates more
How do I plan to exude my melancholy?
And reinforce that I CAN!
How do I rest my heart against my brain and discover that I CAN!
The ridicule
-NO-
The winners and the supporters who are the system to motivate
Not to preclude but to advance beyond the obstacles
How do I keep up with the struggle
How do I rest my heartbeat to know that I CAN!
It is only me to keep me from freedom.
It is me who keeps me from the attributes of success.
Is the struggle me?
Me itself?
Or me who anticipates the struggle
For the struggle is victory to invest in change.
Change for a well earned career and a passion for my life’s journey to define myself as a leader.
…I struggle to define
How to rest my mind
How do I let go of the ache of the world on my shoulders
The expectation s of the others
The audience who anticipates more
How do I plan to exude my melancholy?
And reinforce that I CAN!
How do I rest my heart against my brain and discover that I CAN!
The ridicule
-NO-
The winners and the supporters who are the system to motivate
Not to preclude but to advance beyond the obstacles
How do I keep up with the struggle
How do I rest my heartbeat to know that I CAN!
It is only me to keep me from freedom.
It is me who keeps me from the attributes of success.
Is the struggle me?
Me itself?
Or me who anticipates the struggle
For the struggle is victory to invest in change.
Change for a well earned career and a passion for my life’s journey to define myself as a leader.
Growth
Life changes us as we grow …
This road of life…
This road of fortune…
This road of aging from ignorance and nativity to accustomed maturity…
It is the presence of divine intervention that is intriguing to contemplate past experiences entrenched in our memory banks.
Humans are the vessels that empower significance in virtue, but do humans own this significance themselves?
For to empower is to empower yourself and to empower others, then who is the vast icon to empower yourself but ones true ambition and goals?
And then is not the individual who seeks change from changing thyself within their own characteristical realm of change in the mind?
So then is not he individual if not motivated by divine intervention from God the only true players who is the entity who can rule a covenants of change themselves…the promises of growth?
Are then the personal motivation to change within the age of maturity from ignorance and nativity to awaken to the world of inquiry and knowledge?
So the essence and age of maturity is brought on by the personal need to grow to adapt to time and ones environment or surroundings change in the human manifest to decree a degree of situations which produce a new personality entirely…the new you.
Is the new personal change produced by you the new phase of change in maturity…growth?
Growth is the produced result of the age of accountability.
This road of life…
This road of fortune…
This road of aging from ignorance and nativity to accustomed maturity…
It is the presence of divine intervention that is intriguing to contemplate past experiences entrenched in our memory banks.
Humans are the vessels that empower significance in virtue, but do humans own this significance themselves?
For to empower is to empower yourself and to empower others, then who is the vast icon to empower yourself but ones true ambition and goals?
And then is not the individual who seeks change from changing thyself within their own characteristical realm of change in the mind?
So then is not he individual if not motivated by divine intervention from God the only true players who is the entity who can rule a covenants of change themselves…the promises of growth?
Are then the personal motivation to change within the age of maturity from ignorance and nativity to awaken to the world of inquiry and knowledge?
So the essence and age of maturity is brought on by the personal need to grow to adapt to time and ones environment or surroundings change in the human manifest to decree a degree of situations which produce a new personality entirely…the new you.
Is the new personal change produced by you the new phase of change in maturity…growth?
Growth is the produced result of the age of accountability.
Time
• Time
Time is nothing more than a human mechanism used to fabricate the truth through the destruction of limitations on your ambition and goals.
For you can only empower yourself and succeed in life.
Who shall overcome and who shall win in the journey of life that is broadened by hardwork and difficulty in those who are distraught.
Those who are distraught shall partake in defeat if they do not rebuke sentiment to preclude righteousness.
The righteous are those who seek honor in fighting evil.
The heart is the shield of personal destruction.
And the heart is the magisterial crown of fortune to partake in goodness of body, mind and spirit.
And your heat is the arrow of speed into the future working with it instead of against evil.
Evil cannot defeat against the shield of integrity brought on by the Christian sentiment that the creator fills in our hearts and produces devices in our spirit that enable us to battle obstacles brought on by the earth in the human realm that is dominated by a time.
For time is ultimate expiration which keeps humans well, but it is the tragedy to signify truth...
For the truth is the ultimate clarity between good and evil, and heaven and hell.
For you shall be the inner destruction of your soul as you become a victim of hell…
So you take the time to invest in yourself and invest in your soul.
Time is nothing more than a human mechanism used to fabricate the truth through the destruction of limitations on your ambition and goals.
For you can only empower yourself and succeed in life.
Who shall overcome and who shall win in the journey of life that is broadened by hardwork and difficulty in those who are distraught.
Those who are distraught shall partake in defeat if they do not rebuke sentiment to preclude righteousness.
The righteous are those who seek honor in fighting evil.
The heart is the shield of personal destruction.
And the heart is the magisterial crown of fortune to partake in goodness of body, mind and spirit.
And your heat is the arrow of speed into the future working with it instead of against evil.
Evil cannot defeat against the shield of integrity brought on by the Christian sentiment that the creator fills in our hearts and produces devices in our spirit that enable us to battle obstacles brought on by the earth in the human realm that is dominated by a time.
For time is ultimate expiration which keeps humans well, but it is the tragedy to signify truth...
For the truth is the ultimate clarity between good and evil, and heaven and hell.
For you shall be the inner destruction of your soul as you become a victim of hell…
So you take the time to invest in yourself and invest in your soul.
Ever last
• Being virtuous in the new and modern world
Evolving and living in the moment
The extraordinary but ultimately ordinary road to success
To equate forbidden and independence by one’s own destiny
Purposeful
Lifetime achievement
Thinking in memories past to refresh and dry
To a successful future with brilliant and subtle greatness
Greatness and prophetic wisdom
The transparency of the victor and the courageous heart of the lion
The nurturer and the steel with its velocity and speed
But the monkey which is hot-headed and brilliantly misunderstood ever last
Time and being virtuous indeed
Evolving and living in the moment
The extraordinary but ultimately ordinary road to success
To equate forbidden and independence by one’s own destiny
Purposeful
Lifetime achievement
Thinking in memories past to refresh and dry
To a successful future with brilliant and subtle greatness
Greatness and prophetic wisdom
The transparency of the victor and the courageous heart of the lion
The nurturer and the steel with its velocity and speed
But the monkey which is hot-headed and brilliantly misunderstood ever last
Time and being virtuous indeed
Eliminating the Controversy
• I will let God speak through me to eliminate the controversy
God presents what is
Your flames of destiny
Who is your torch-thrower?
The magnificent lights percolating in the valley below
The purple castles billowing songs of tribute to the dark sky
Of the lights of the valley
The lights of sweet serenity
The valley of peace resting within the northern sky with red pillars manifesting in every direction imaginable
Directing faith to new actions and experiences
New journeys of growth
New journeys of joy
New terrific purposes of growth
Tis the sphere of prosperity and the triumphic brilliance of living in the future while recognizing the lessons of the education in your past
God presents what is
Your flames of destiny
Who is your torch-thrower?
The magnificent lights percolating in the valley below
The purple castles billowing songs of tribute to the dark sky
Of the lights of the valley
The lights of sweet serenity
The valley of peace resting within the northern sky with red pillars manifesting in every direction imaginable
Directing faith to new actions and experiences
New journeys of growth
New journeys of joy
New terrific purposes of growth
Tis the sphere of prosperity and the triumphic brilliance of living in the future while recognizing the lessons of the education in your past
My Love My Love
• My Love My Love
My sweet sweet pride
My pride of joy of truth
My juristic sense of charm to calibrate the might of success
The ingenious thought of what is to be
And the ingenious fortune to forecast the truth of something more than chance
But the ingenious pride of God’s sweet first glance to live with dedication to truth
Truth to the heart and what he wills to succeed and not mislead
But the truth to live in the glory of inspiration
The dedicated doves who love and fly together
United in glory and might in battle
United in battle to take on the world
One army
One military at a time
To succeed at leading a people with the courage of a team
To fight with honor in unison
My sweet sweet pride
My pride of joy of truth
My juristic sense of charm to calibrate the might of success
The ingenious thought of what is to be
And the ingenious fortune to forecast the truth of something more than chance
But the ingenious pride of God’s sweet first glance to live with dedication to truth
Truth to the heart and what he wills to succeed and not mislead
But the truth to live in the glory of inspiration
The dedicated doves who love and fly together
United in glory and might in battle
United in battle to take on the world
One army
One military at a time
To succeed at leading a people with the courage of a team
To fight with honor in unison
Swagger
• I have the swagger of a queen
I have the swagger of a lion
The courage of a tiger and the sensibility of a countess
I have the intellect of a philosopher and the inquisitive generosity of a parent who’s lost a child
Some say I have a swagger of a Cajun princess…
Sweet and hot
And at the same time, a little dark and a little bold
My mother first said I have the swagger of a steel magnolia….
Tough and as electric as dynamite
The steel to undergo hardships
But the grace and the beauty of a southern bell
My male friends say I have the swagger of an insensitive boxer…
A boxer taking no mercy on their opponents with the delicacy to “bat” my eyes
And charm them all as a secret weapon telling Carry when you are just going to get along
Then my female friends say I have the swagger of a true philosopher…
A brilliant fighter
But truly, a character
A comedian at bay
Wondering and never contemplating the impossible because…
I’m truly
Entertaining but say that’s just Carry,
Crazy…humorous Carry!
However, my Exs’, the few that exist,say I have the Swagger of a icon
An icon who gave them my all.
The bite of a snake
Cunning as Cleopatra with her addictive seduction
But beautiful as a dove.
But I’d rather condone my intellect and achieve that my swagger is my attention to ambition, success, motive, And tenacity.
Or my true Cherokee ancestral flare.
The might of chance, Dedication and goals.
To a simpleton from Appalachia with courage and pride.
It’s yes without talking, just observe.
Just observe I got “soul”.
It’s not in the way in which I style my hair or wear my clothes.
It’s in the way I walk.
It's unintentional exuberance.
It’s the way I move.
It’s in the way I think.
It’s in the way I teach.
It’s in the way I preach.
It’s in the way I project my swagger
Atone the me,
The real and true Carry.
What’s your swagger got?
I have the swagger of a lion
The courage of a tiger and the sensibility of a countess
I have the intellect of a philosopher and the inquisitive generosity of a parent who’s lost a child
Some say I have a swagger of a Cajun princess…
Sweet and hot
And at the same time, a little dark and a little bold
My mother first said I have the swagger of a steel magnolia….
Tough and as electric as dynamite
The steel to undergo hardships
But the grace and the beauty of a southern bell
My male friends say I have the swagger of an insensitive boxer…
A boxer taking no mercy on their opponents with the delicacy to “bat” my eyes
And charm them all as a secret weapon telling Carry when you are just going to get along
Then my female friends say I have the swagger of a true philosopher…
A brilliant fighter
But truly, a character
A comedian at bay
Wondering and never contemplating the impossible because…
I’m truly
Entertaining but say that’s just Carry,
Crazy…humorous Carry!
However, my Exs’, the few that exist,say I have the Swagger of a icon
An icon who gave them my all.
The bite of a snake
Cunning as Cleopatra with her addictive seduction
But beautiful as a dove.
But I’d rather condone my intellect and achieve that my swagger is my attention to ambition, success, motive, And tenacity.
Or my true Cherokee ancestral flare.
The might of chance, Dedication and goals.
To a simpleton from Appalachia with courage and pride.
It’s yes without talking, just observe.
Just observe I got “soul”.
It’s not in the way in which I style my hair or wear my clothes.
It’s in the way I walk.
It's unintentional exuberance.
It’s the way I move.
It’s in the way I think.
It’s in the way I teach.
It’s in the way I preach.
It’s in the way I project my swagger
Atone the me,
The real and true Carry.
What’s your swagger got?
"Sex in the City" sometimes is reality?
• It’s like walking through the valley and the mists begins to disappear, the higher you begin to climb. Then once the new day begins and you reach the peak of the mountain, an entire clear and sunny sky, filled full with rays appears before you. You are presented with a new revelation of truth and clarity. For me, I pondered on the significance of youthful inquiry and adventure when one searches for companionship. God reveled this in the unspoken truth revealed in nature this Tennessee Tuesday morning. Sometimes, while you are finding yourself you are not meant to find Mr. Right, or the future Mr. Smith. In this venture to supreme adulthood and evolvement of maturity, I am delivered by the men of now, in the age of seasons. The men I find now to date are there for a season, just to learn from, to grow and evolve. Each one is a stepping stone to share my life with, each one a season of clarity, helping to build up the grandest event at the top of the mountain. I was this morning, inspired by the objective truth in the spirits of the mountain.
But then suddenly my second revelation intrigued my mind. Last night before traveling to the sound of lambs’ feet, pitter-pattering their hoofs in the background, I remember watching an episode of "Sex In the City." Carrie, played by Sarah Jessica Parker, after leaving a date with Mr. Big (as in her soul mate), she walked up the stairs to her apartment saying, "ladies your lucky if you can narrow it down to three soul mates, then occupy your time with guys just to have fun with." Carrie spoke the words of fate and truth. Sometimes, we women don't get Mr. Destiny on the first go around or in the unexpected event of meeting someone else, and he's just there to have with. Remember sometimes the reality is stay true to yourself, when searching for Mr. Right. We are looking for companionship; he's not always Mr. Right. It’s ok to have someone to hangout with and chill; its ok ladies to find the ill-fated, Mr. Right Now!
But then suddenly my second revelation intrigued my mind. Last night before traveling to the sound of lambs’ feet, pitter-pattering their hoofs in the background, I remember watching an episode of "Sex In the City." Carrie, played by Sarah Jessica Parker, after leaving a date with Mr. Big (as in her soul mate), she walked up the stairs to her apartment saying, "ladies your lucky if you can narrow it down to three soul mates, then occupy your time with guys just to have fun with." Carrie spoke the words of fate and truth. Sometimes, we women don't get Mr. Destiny on the first go around or in the unexpected event of meeting someone else, and he's just there to have with. Remember sometimes the reality is stay true to yourself, when searching for Mr. Right. We are looking for companionship; he's not always Mr. Right. It’s ok to have someone to hangout with and chill; its ok ladies to find the ill-fated, Mr. Right Now!
"Keep on. Keepin on."
• Some people will try to break your spirits, but they can't.
They can harbor them now, but only temporarily if you press on, "Keep on. Keepin on."
This phrase, Was a line I heard a pastor say once during a Sunday broadcast, while traveling through Atlanta.
He would always as one of the mothers of the church ask, "How are you doin?"
She would always say to him, "I'm keepin on, keepin on." He would reiterate that the power in the savior is to reveal the weak, who try to bring you down with the dirt they think they know, with the control they think they have over you, or even the ability to coerce and predict your reactions to dictate, towards them by manipulating you.
They may try for a time to manipulate you, and use your insecurities or vices against you. However, if you are a Christ believer, and happen to run astray, God, Jesus our Savior, will reveal himself through a revelation and lead your heart back to him.
He will reveal the coercive to you through your faith and dedication to him. Even in the simplest statements, you will find divine truth. And then you will find the courage to move, steadfast ahead in the right direction, on even the hardest and most difficult road to follow.
For If you follow him first in the hard road, less traveled, as the good Samaritan, he will surround you with people you need to support you, skills to serve as tools to you get there, a mind to build a bridge across the river, a heart with a drive and ambition to get there. And with a faith and trust in him, he will pave the rest for you to shine.
The goal sometimes is not to worry, and put all your trust in time, the God, Jesus our, our, Savior. And do nothing more than, "keep on, keepin on." No accolades, and no dances around the journey, just to go straight through the storm, "and keep on, keepin on."
They can harbor them now, but only temporarily if you press on, "Keep on. Keepin on."
This phrase, Was a line I heard a pastor say once during a Sunday broadcast, while traveling through Atlanta.
He would always as one of the mothers of the church ask, "How are you doin?"
She would always say to him, "I'm keepin on, keepin on." He would reiterate that the power in the savior is to reveal the weak, who try to bring you down with the dirt they think they know, with the control they think they have over you, or even the ability to coerce and predict your reactions to dictate, towards them by manipulating you.
They may try for a time to manipulate you, and use your insecurities or vices against you. However, if you are a Christ believer, and happen to run astray, God, Jesus our Savior, will reveal himself through a revelation and lead your heart back to him.
He will reveal the coercive to you through your faith and dedication to him. Even in the simplest statements, you will find divine truth. And then you will find the courage to move, steadfast ahead in the right direction, on even the hardest and most difficult road to follow.
For If you follow him first in the hard road, less traveled, as the good Samaritan, he will surround you with people you need to support you, skills to serve as tools to you get there, a mind to build a bridge across the river, a heart with a drive and ambition to get there. And with a faith and trust in him, he will pave the rest for you to shine.
The goal sometimes is not to worry, and put all your trust in time, the God, Jesus our, our, Savior. And do nothing more than, "keep on, keepin on." No accolades, and no dances around the journey, just to go straight through the storm, "and keep on, keepin on."
Great Escapes and Secret Interview…..Reminiscing about the battle of the color pink
• The other person says, ….SO tell me about this color pink?
Well I don’t need a color to describe my feminine quality!
I can be feminine without being subjected to a girl to embody and succumb the objectivity to conform to a society dominated by a patriarchal system of chance.
A chance that a color will significantly impair me from empowering myself to direct my actions individually.
How I am socially.
How I am predominately thinking and pondering.
How I am acting and reacting should not be dictated by symbolic servitude to conform myself to what is acceptable.
To what femininity or masculinity.
I shall and will not merely compromise myself and…
Nothing you see,
No color, I will allow to empower a system to conform my behavior or dictate my interest.
It’s bright and happy.
What is it? I like red? Purple? Or green?
The other person says, “I like to wear pink. It actually looks good on me. I’m frequently complimented when I wear those shirts. I call it power pink!”
To me of which are more symbolic reflections of my character than merely pink which cannot in any chance embody me significantly in one selective color alone.
I need a mixture, a rainbow of colors….
A dynamic matrix and complex being, to be more rational and superior than pink to femininity and blue to masculinity.
And when you do wear pink? Why do you wear it?
To showcase a particular mood? Bright, supportive and happy which is the way the patriarchal system has dictated or excused.
The assimilation of a color to showcase acceptable behavior for women to wear brilliantly…
A mood that is acceptable for women, whereby they accept and condition themselves to be what…If I do not like that and I object then and do not wear pink.
So, do you hate the color or the stereotypical labels by the color placed upon women?
The second, but I don’t like the idea of it. In the same I hate the way blue represents masculinity, it is the subjective nature of conformity in the color to dictate mood rather than the objective color itself.
What about breast-cancer awareness month to support women?
Nevermind, it’s not merely pink. It is more the battle of a color to make it for society to accept and dictate behavior.
Well I don’t need a color to describe my feminine quality!
I can be feminine without being subjected to a girl to embody and succumb the objectivity to conform to a society dominated by a patriarchal system of chance.
A chance that a color will significantly impair me from empowering myself to direct my actions individually.
How I am socially.
How I am predominately thinking and pondering.
How I am acting and reacting should not be dictated by symbolic servitude to conform myself to what is acceptable.
To what femininity or masculinity.
I shall and will not merely compromise myself and…
Nothing you see,
No color, I will allow to empower a system to conform my behavior or dictate my interest.
It’s bright and happy.
What is it? I like red? Purple? Or green?
The other person says, “I like to wear pink. It actually looks good on me. I’m frequently complimented when I wear those shirts. I call it power pink!”
To me of which are more symbolic reflections of my character than merely pink which cannot in any chance embody me significantly in one selective color alone.
I need a mixture, a rainbow of colors….
A dynamic matrix and complex being, to be more rational and superior than pink to femininity and blue to masculinity.
And when you do wear pink? Why do you wear it?
To showcase a particular mood? Bright, supportive and happy which is the way the patriarchal system has dictated or excused.
The assimilation of a color to showcase acceptable behavior for women to wear brilliantly…
A mood that is acceptable for women, whereby they accept and condition themselves to be what…If I do not like that and I object then and do not wear pink.
So, do you hate the color or the stereotypical labels by the color placed upon women?
The second, but I don’t like the idea of it. In the same I hate the way blue represents masculinity, it is the subjective nature of conformity in the color to dictate mood rather than the objective color itself.
What about breast-cancer awareness month to support women?
Nevermind, it’s not merely pink. It is more the battle of a color to make it for society to accept and dictate behavior.
Great Escapes and Secret Interviews…..Sundays, moon pies and cokes at the old Dunlap drive-in theater
• A true American mid-summer’s night experience
I miss the old drive in my hometown
It was sold for 1.1 mill to a Walgreens
I pass by, my way through Woodbury, TN reminiscing
The sight of the Moonlit Drive-in Theater drove me to remember mid-summer nights gazing at the screen of the Beautiful Dunlap Drive-In Theater
I feel….
The other person says, ….SO tell me about this drive-in?
Double features for five dollars
Sweat
koolers
Chocolate bars of different varieties
And don’t forget the Moonpies
Sundrop-a signature “fav” for the little town of Dunlap, TN
Listening to children grazing with laughter playing in the grass
With “little-leaguers” passing a softball before the movie
Popcorn
Teenagers making-out with pure sport of the thrill
Olders’ making fun with mere contemplation
Heralds’ with divine might with windows rolled down analyzing the movie
Friends laughing
Cars passing by on 127 highway with mystery and suspense wondering what’s going on within the 4 walls of the Drive-in.
A swift summer breeze foretelling thought as it whisperers into your ear,
‘Wake-up, pay deeper, closer attention to what’s going on in the movie.’
With the taste of Win-Bob’s Drive-In Eatery fill in the air with another American Pastime
Homemade-greasey Angus beef hamburgers and Fires
“I remember those burgers. They were so good. They just don’t make them like that anymore.”
Again the other person asks, “Ok, so was it a restaurant or store?” It sounds as if you have very fond memories of the drive-in?
All inclusive some say.
In some respects a true Dunlap original establishment
Even better than the local Hardee’s!
I miss the old drive in my hometown
It was sold for 1.1 mill to a Walgreens
I pass by, my way through Woodbury, TN reminiscing
The sight of the Moonlit Drive-in Theater drove me to remember mid-summer nights gazing at the screen of the Beautiful Dunlap Drive-In Theater
I feel….
The other person says, ….SO tell me about this drive-in?
Double features for five dollars
Sweat
koolers
Chocolate bars of different varieties
And don’t forget the Moonpies
Sundrop-a signature “fav” for the little town of Dunlap, TN
Listening to children grazing with laughter playing in the grass
With “little-leaguers” passing a softball before the movie
Popcorn
Teenagers making-out with pure sport of the thrill
Olders’ making fun with mere contemplation
Heralds’ with divine might with windows rolled down analyzing the movie
Friends laughing
Cars passing by on 127 highway with mystery and suspense wondering what’s going on within the 4 walls of the Drive-in.
A swift summer breeze foretelling thought as it whisperers into your ear,
‘Wake-up, pay deeper, closer attention to what’s going on in the movie.’
With the taste of Win-Bob’s Drive-In Eatery fill in the air with another American Pastime
Homemade-greasey Angus beef hamburgers and Fires
“I remember those burgers. They were so good. They just don’t make them like that anymore.”
Again the other person asks, “Ok, so was it a restaurant or store?” It sounds as if you have very fond memories of the drive-in?
All inclusive some say.
In some respects a true Dunlap original establishment
Even better than the local Hardee’s!
• A pissed off letter to future suitors...(read before going for gold!!)
• I want someone who craves my attention. Someone who struggles when he can't see me because he can't stand the heartache. A man who can give me the distance I need. But a man who needs to confide in me. A man who needs me to be his counselor, not his psychologist. A man who needs a lover and a philosopher... A new age healer. A man who is a magician and a maverick. My ride or die, he's not a hustler, but a True gentleman…a ranger, a true exquisite friend. But he Can't live without hearing my voice, but needs distance to express feelings in written approach. Need a man who needs a leader...a contemporary agent of truth and power. A man who allows me to be a diva, he is not a hustler, but a true gentlemen in kind. A marathon runner, an exuberant optimist with sarcastic redemption. I Need a man who can handle my steel and daffodil, my melancholy and full force attack. My sympathy at best, my nails in his back purging one more instantaneous strike. Intimidation with him putting me on blast in a crowd daring to be so bold, but has the ability to transform passion in criticism with truth upon my lips and electricity upon my breast. To be chased and to make the chase. To be protected and be the protector. To be served and be the server. To be nurtured and the nurturer. To be supported and be the supporter. But has the humility to rescue me like a true knight scorned with epithets of love filled in honor and courage to cry. If you can't be these things I need, if u can't not be these many things, then you my dear sir, as enthusiastic as your intentions are, you are not the man destined for me.
The nurturer and the steal
• The nurturer and the steal
the nurturer and the steal gives birth to ideal.
The fragrance of life then is revealed.
The bats bellow and in the damp dark caverns,
The caves lay claim and bold adore to free us.
The ghostly presence sends adrift, a cold resemblance of air.
What is it?
Where is it?
Come again?
The stands of life are renewed.
The queen of the fortress within the claim of mystery come a view,
While the harbor casts a mist of doubt against the extreme decay.
The existence of honor reveals a path to journey in a narrow pathway.
One by one between the tall majestic, perilous purple mountains.
Who reign over us overhead with their exhaustic-monstrous caps, orchestrating orders in the air?
The sun beacons the night sprits disappears, while gray skies transforms into a clear blue. Jamaican sea.
The roosters’ crow.
The belvederes fly.
While the wild stallions dance upon the sand chasing each other.
East to west one at a time.
The spring falls making old man winter yearn for another day upon this particular morning .
A new September upon the breasts of eternity .
Then adventurer beware…
When u arrest the melancholy when frolicking and picking pansies in the meadow of doubt.
The travesty exists in not taking time to feel the wind, smelling the pasture.
And ultimately, not taking enough time to proclaim that I can!!!!
And turn around and climb the mountain!
the nurturer and the steal gives birth to ideal.
The fragrance of life then is revealed.
The bats bellow and in the damp dark caverns,
The caves lay claim and bold adore to free us.
The ghostly presence sends adrift, a cold resemblance of air.
What is it?
Where is it?
Come again?
The stands of life are renewed.
The queen of the fortress within the claim of mystery come a view,
While the harbor casts a mist of doubt against the extreme decay.
The existence of honor reveals a path to journey in a narrow pathway.
One by one between the tall majestic, perilous purple mountains.
Who reign over us overhead with their exhaustic-monstrous caps, orchestrating orders in the air?
The sun beacons the night sprits disappears, while gray skies transforms into a clear blue. Jamaican sea.
The roosters’ crow.
The belvederes fly.
While the wild stallions dance upon the sand chasing each other.
East to west one at a time.
The spring falls making old man winter yearn for another day upon this particular morning .
A new September upon the breasts of eternity .
Then adventurer beware…
When u arrest the melancholy when frolicking and picking pansies in the meadow of doubt.
The travesty exists in not taking time to feel the wind, smelling the pasture.
And ultimately, not taking enough time to proclaim that I can!!!!
And turn around and climb the mountain!
Before the Phones…
• Where were we, before the age of the phones
Now that are renewed and more.
Options to keep the complications minimal...
And complexities of life misconstrued...
And created by misrepresentation of the oral kind.
Today, speak of the age of glory with our many options…
How we have a means to simplify communications through letters of passion upon the rudimentary effect of the internet.
The complexity of the cell phones with its now…
Tragically awaited in many options.
What is the significance in that?
But where is the passion in that over screened?
But ye of little faith?
My dear sir, you can still find epics of passion in the awaited written form.
Where are you Scarlet of the letter?
And Cupid to write my next trilogy?
The masterpiece?
The significance of my pen upon paper to breed light of feelings,
And keep my heart awaiting the next release….
To publicly give light to my imagination and fantasy?
I am a fan to the point I cry if attention does not grasp recognition to the feelings of my heart that need to be released in novelist form.
Baby, can you be my top writer then?
The next realistic portrayal on the Screen Play of the top selling Romantic Comedy?
Before the phones, baby we were the legendary pen palls….
Giving men light to the dreamers of modern…
Before we were upon the internet…
The text, and the blog…
We were true poets to casts dreams for the romantics, the glorious few….
Were are the clairvoyants of words…
Stories and new epiphanies…
Baby loose your control…
Letting you feelings upon the paper guide you…
Letting your pen be your guide, orchestrated by your mind…
Your mind to give glorious composition…
And your heart be the fuel to give presumptuous truth!
Now that are renewed and more.
Options to keep the complications minimal...
And complexities of life misconstrued...
And created by misrepresentation of the oral kind.
Today, speak of the age of glory with our many options…
How we have a means to simplify communications through letters of passion upon the rudimentary effect of the internet.
The complexity of the cell phones with its now…
Tragically awaited in many options.
What is the significance in that?
But where is the passion in that over screened?
But ye of little faith?
My dear sir, you can still find epics of passion in the awaited written form.
Where are you Scarlet of the letter?
And Cupid to write my next trilogy?
The masterpiece?
The significance of my pen upon paper to breed light of feelings,
And keep my heart awaiting the next release….
To publicly give light to my imagination and fantasy?
I am a fan to the point I cry if attention does not grasp recognition to the feelings of my heart that need to be released in novelist form.
Baby, can you be my top writer then?
The next realistic portrayal on the Screen Play of the top selling Romantic Comedy?
Before the phones, baby we were the legendary pen palls….
Giving men light to the dreamers of modern…
Before we were upon the internet…
The text, and the blog…
We were true poets to casts dreams for the romantics, the glorious few….
Were are the clairvoyants of words…
Stories and new epiphanies…
Baby loose your control…
Letting you feelings upon the paper guide you…
Letting your pen be your guide, orchestrated by your mind…
Your mind to give glorious composition…
And your heart be the fuel to give presumptuous truth!
A very candid expression of truth.
• Some philosophers and psychologists say that running from your problems are bad. However, sometimes truth comes from moving on and pressing forward, rather than remaining in the past. Problems are some times created from spending too much time giving credit to personal emotions that weaken our spirits. We call these emotions, fears. Sometimes the courage is to recognize the benefit to take a temporary loss and move on. Sometimes when the battle cannot be won, people personally don't know you have been or how far you have come on this road of life. But don't struggle to overly exert energy to explain, in the same right, you have to keep a guarded heart. Never break down the walls you build to support yourself with comfort. You have the divine right to protect your heart and you spirits. Never compromise yourself in this manner or essence for no one. Remain the warrior you are deep inside. You can do it!
• Really, Ryan, you offer a well-equipped one-sided view point that only harbors a comprehensive solution to solve all problems. And in my experience, that is not the case. As an adult, I have learned to pick and choose my battles. Sometimes, you are just not going to be able to compromise, and you have to be willing to move, on taking one for the ... See Moreteam. In rare cases, like the one I propose it is the personal ability to suck up your pride and move one. Because, in some cases where you can not find a compromise, you have to be willing to have enough strength to move on, if I follow your advice then I know several people who would agree, like men and women who have experienced battle and abuse. They can not leave instances merely in the past. You can move forward, learning how to deal with these plagues of life. But as my counselor has stated, “you will never really move on,” but I will agree that you can learn to move ahead.
• Really, Ryan, you offer a well-equipped one-sided view point that only harbors a comprehensive solution to solve all problems. And in my experience, that is not the case. As an adult, I have learned to pick and choose my battles. Sometimes, you are just not going to be able to compromise, and you have to be willing to move, on taking one for the ... See Moreteam. In rare cases, like the one I propose it is the personal ability to suck up your pride and move one. Because, in some cases where you can not find a compromise, you have to be willing to have enough strength to move on, if I follow your advice then I know several people who would agree, like men and women who have experienced battle and abuse. They can not leave instances merely in the past. You can move forward, learning how to deal with these plagues of life. But as my counselor has stated, “you will never really move on,” but I will agree that you can learn to move ahead.
"Sex in the City" sometimes is reality?
• It’s like walking through the valley and the mists begins to disappear, the higher you begin to climb. Then once the new day begins and you reach the peak of the mountain, an entire clear and sunny sky, filled full with rays appears before you. You are presented with a new revelation of truth and clarity. For me, I pondered on the significance of youthful inquiry and adventure when one searches for companionship. God reveled this in the unspoken truth revealed in nature this Tennessee Tuesday morning. Sometimes, while you are finding yourself you are not meant to find Mr. Right, or the future Mr. Smith. In this venture to supreme adulthood and evolvement of maturity, I am delivered by the men of now, in the age of seasons. The men I find now to date are there for a season, just to learn from, to grow and evolve. Each one is a stepping stone to share my life with, each one a season of clarity, helping to build up the grandest event at the top of the mountain. I was this morning, inspired by the objective truth in the spirits of the mountain.
But then suddenly my second revelation intrigued my mind. Last night before traveling to the sound of lambs’ feet, pitter-pattering their hoofs in the background, I remember watching an episode of "Sex In the City." Carrie, played by Sarah Jessica Parker, after leaving a date with Mr. Big (as in her soul mate), she walked up the stairs to her apartment saying, "ladies your lucky if you can narrow it down to three soul mates, then occupy your time with guys just to have fun with." Carrie spoke the words of fate and truth. Sometimes, we women don't get Mr. Destiny on the first go around or in the unexpected event of meeting someone else, and he's just there to have with. Remember sometimes the reality is stay true to yourself, when searching for Mr. Right. We are looking for companionship; he's not always Mr. Right. It’s ok to have someone to hangout with and chill; its ok ladies to find the ill-fated, Mr. Right Now!
But then suddenly my second revelation intrigued my mind. Last night before traveling to the sound of lambs’ feet, pitter-pattering their hoofs in the background, I remember watching an episode of "Sex In the City." Carrie, played by Sarah Jessica Parker, after leaving a date with Mr. Big (as in her soul mate), she walked up the stairs to her apartment saying, "ladies your lucky if you can narrow it down to three soul mates, then occupy your time with guys just to have fun with." Carrie spoke the words of fate and truth. Sometimes, we women don't get Mr. Destiny on the first go around or in the unexpected event of meeting someone else, and he's just there to have with. Remember sometimes the reality is stay true to yourself, when searching for Mr. Right. We are looking for companionship; he's not always Mr. Right. It’s ok to have someone to hangout with and chill; its ok ladies to find the ill-fated, Mr. Right Now!
imagine!
• You stop to breathe.
When you close your eyes, the wind soars and the sun gleams.
You feel the warmth of the spring damp air and smell the freshness of life from the rain.
You fell upon me with your life of mystery and you attitude of secrets. To identify nothing and to question everything with your own arrogant and sarcastic expressions and words. You personify growth, in the will of my maturity with a degree of insult. However, you add flavor when you resolve them, in the eloquent nature to transform my inequities and vices. When I cry from fear, you reassure that I am bold and strong, and I can charge ahead.
In war, you rationalize and offer a counter solution, to seek no piety.
But drop them at a dime, if u need to secure your own life.
You go with a suave and a tender drive.
You let the wind blow, and offer a reassuring smile.
You offer relaxation and subtle romance.
To live in the moment and know what it means to just, "have fun!"
When you close your eyes, the wind soars and the sun gleams.
You feel the warmth of the spring damp air and smell the freshness of life from the rain.
You fell upon me with your life of mystery and you attitude of secrets. To identify nothing and to question everything with your own arrogant and sarcastic expressions and words. You personify growth, in the will of my maturity with a degree of insult. However, you add flavor when you resolve them, in the eloquent nature to transform my inequities and vices. When I cry from fear, you reassure that I am bold and strong, and I can charge ahead.
In war, you rationalize and offer a counter solution, to seek no piety.
But drop them at a dime, if u need to secure your own life.
You go with a suave and a tender drive.
You let the wind blow, and offer a reassuring smile.
You offer relaxation and subtle romance.
To live in the moment and know what it means to just, "have fun!"
"nails."
• I bite nails.
Where is my release?
To no admittance or commit to defeat?
Where is the progression?
The missing link?
Between confidence and compassion.
Between interest and avoidance.
Between advice and critique.
Between brutal irrelevatability and bullying someone as your sorborinate.
I'm not your employee and you are not my boss.
I am not a enemy, but a friend.
You do not want a confidant or a connected partner.
You want an informal receptive listener.
Someone without attachment or any investment in kind.
You say one thing and request another.
For god's sakes, just make up your damn mind!
What do you want?
You communicate no requests,
my dear I cannot read your mind.
Do you want this?
I make these questions, one after another, all of the time?
I speak honestly, and direct.
You say you could handle it, but you clarify a mood swing..to what other coercive alternatives in your mind.
I am brutal, but forward, that was poignantaly given in introductions, I stay true to the beast that I am known by name.
Who is? What is....that you want?
Are these characteristics you request...one in the same?
I will adapt to your fickled ways!?
But dear make your demands clear, before you drive me away!?
Where is my release?
To no admittance or commit to defeat?
Where is the progression?
The missing link?
Between confidence and compassion.
Between interest and avoidance.
Between advice and critique.
Between brutal irrelevatability and bullying someone as your sorborinate.
I'm not your employee and you are not my boss.
I am not a enemy, but a friend.
You do not want a confidant or a connected partner.
You want an informal receptive listener.
Someone without attachment or any investment in kind.
You say one thing and request another.
For god's sakes, just make up your damn mind!
What do you want?
You communicate no requests,
my dear I cannot read your mind.
Do you want this?
I make these questions, one after another, all of the time?
I speak honestly, and direct.
You say you could handle it, but you clarify a mood swing..to what other coercive alternatives in your mind.
I am brutal, but forward, that was poignantaly given in introductions, I stay true to the beast that I am known by name.
Who is? What is....that you want?
Are these characteristics you request...one in the same?
I will adapt to your fickled ways!?
But dear make your demands clear, before you drive me away!?
fakes
• Some people will try to break your spirits, but they can't.
They can harbor them now, but only temporarily if you press on, "Keep on. Keepin on."
This phrase, Was a line I heard a pastor say once during a Sunday broadcast, while traveling through Atlanta.
He would always as one of the mothers of the church ask, "How are you doin?"
She would always say to him, "I'm keepin on, keepin on." He would reiterate that the power in the savior is to reveal the weak, who try to bring you down with the dirt they think they know, with the control they think they have over you, or even the ability to coerce and predict your reactions to dictate, towards them by manipulating you.
They may try for a time to manipulate you, and use your insecurities or vices against you. However, if you are a Christ believer, and happen to run astray, God, Jesus our Savior, will reveal himself through a revelation and lead your heart back to him.
He will reveal the coercive to you through your faith and dedication to him. Even in the simplest statements, you will find divine truth. And then you will find the courage to move, steadfast ahead in the right direction, on even the hardest and most difficult road to follow.
For If you follow him first in the hard road, less traveled, as the good Samaritan, he will surround you with people you need to support you, skills to serve as tools to you get there, a mind to build a bridge across the river, a heart with a drive and ambition to get there. And with a faith and trust in him, he will pave the rest for you to shine.
The goal sometimes is not to worry, and put all your trust in time, the God, Jesus our, our, Savior. And do nothing more than, "keep on, keepin on." No accolades, and no dances around the journey, just to go straight through the storm, "and keep on, keepin on."
They can harbor them now, but only temporarily if you press on, "Keep on. Keepin on."
This phrase, Was a line I heard a pastor say once during a Sunday broadcast, while traveling through Atlanta.
He would always as one of the mothers of the church ask, "How are you doin?"
She would always say to him, "I'm keepin on, keepin on." He would reiterate that the power in the savior is to reveal the weak, who try to bring you down with the dirt they think they know, with the control they think they have over you, or even the ability to coerce and predict your reactions to dictate, towards them by manipulating you.
They may try for a time to manipulate you, and use your insecurities or vices against you. However, if you are a Christ believer, and happen to run astray, God, Jesus our Savior, will reveal himself through a revelation and lead your heart back to him.
He will reveal the coercive to you through your faith and dedication to him. Even in the simplest statements, you will find divine truth. And then you will find the courage to move, steadfast ahead in the right direction, on even the hardest and most difficult road to follow.
For If you follow him first in the hard road, less traveled, as the good Samaritan, he will surround you with people you need to support you, skills to serve as tools to you get there, a mind to build a bridge across the river, a heart with a drive and ambition to get there. And with a faith and trust in him, he will pave the rest for you to shine.
The goal sometimes is not to worry, and put all your trust in time, the God, Jesus our, our, Savior. And do nothing more than, "keep on, keepin on." No accolades, and no dances around the journey, just to go straight through the storm, "and keep on, keepin on."
nails-2nd edition!
I learned this weekend to not bite "nails so hard" and, "just live and let live!" Meaning that growing into maturity as I evolve, can't always accompany my suggested guard. It is to my relief, not to hold on to the torment of the past transgressions, to eliminate a suggested future. It is to my relief to seek, "the now," for this journey has just begun.
It is only natural to explore what life is all about, in our youth. To take the journey with stride. We may loose many friends and create many enemies along the way. To be truly successful, we have many times where we have no one, but have many others in that time.
It is the one, at that time that it is Golden to cherish. To be in the city, amongst the crowd, doing youthful things and exploring other inquisitive elements of life that were abstract to us in our youth.
It is in the city where we live abundantly in the crowd, and is the adventure of, "the now," that brings us to the destination, "of a far."
The road maybe long or short, but it is the journey that we cherish. The memories, the comfort, the boldness of not caring to much and not live without, enjoying the moment.
You never know what the many, "now moments can bring," A new partner, a new friend or simply a lover.
But if you never take a chance to enjoy and take the unpredictable road, because you are afraid, to as some say, "put yourself out there," You will never truly understand what potential something, does or does not have. Just shut-up and suck it up!
Live, breathe and enjoy the youthful existence and peculiarity of living in the moment.:)
peace to my past lovers, my boyfriend, family, friends, and mostly the enemies who think they hate me, but who love me for me, anyway!!!
It is only natural to explore what life is all about, in our youth. To take the journey with stride. We may loose many friends and create many enemies along the way. To be truly successful, we have many times where we have no one, but have many others in that time.
It is the one, at that time that it is Golden to cherish. To be in the city, amongst the crowd, doing youthful things and exploring other inquisitive elements of life that were abstract to us in our youth.
It is in the city where we live abundantly in the crowd, and is the adventure of, "the now," that brings us to the destination, "of a far."
The road maybe long or short, but it is the journey that we cherish. The memories, the comfort, the boldness of not caring to much and not live without, enjoying the moment.
You never know what the many, "now moments can bring," A new partner, a new friend or simply a lover.
But if you never take a chance to enjoy and take the unpredictable road, because you are afraid, to as some say, "put yourself out there," You will never truly understand what potential something, does or does not have. Just shut-up and suck it up!
Live, breathe and enjoy the youthful existence and peculiarity of living in the moment.:)
peace to my past lovers, my boyfriend, family, friends, and mostly the enemies who think they hate me, but who love me for me, anyway!!!
• Smith's "New Deal" Against Cecil, on Behalf of SSU DEMS (I'm a future alum and proud!!!)
• The voiceterous and moral speed of the “bravado” cannot even be undone by the threats of immoral or the subjective battle between one party or another. Whether by a camp called the acrimoniously held “sophisticates” called Jason Cecil, Daniel Fullerton and Zach Thomas, or the “invaders” of the other camp led by Brad Barnes. But this formal acknowledgment is to entirely support Savannah State. Jason Cecil, before you post flatulence on FB in an attempt to discredit your so called “Brad Supporters” or I’m sorry minion, you might want to consult those individuals before a formal degree of future humiliation is given to the entire YDG as an organization and yourself.
The “sophisticates” as I will call them led by the “all knowing ASS!!” of Jason Cecil is caught up in an ongoing battle with Brad Barnes, the leader of the “Lukes” the “invaders” as I will call them. Savannah State or SSU got caught up in the battle of the regime to keep an authoritative power of executives in power of YDG. At SSU we honor our colleagues and support our own, no matter what the sacrifice. We support the person who is who there, to even support us. But in a resilient and absurd publicly released statement by MR. JASON CECIL to discredit SSU and censor our threats of ruining his all-knowing and all controlling authority, we stand up for morality, integrity and conventional wisdom and respect for democracy and objectivity against subjectivism. WE hold ourselves honorable of the natural order of the law, not to propose that subjective tendencies are worth bringing in third parties at a convention hearing to discredit anyone in an ongoing battle between the sophisticates and the invaders. So here goes, Savannah State is the “wild card” of Jason Cecil’s supporters called, “brad’s minion.”
Encounter #1:
Zach Thomas we’ll call him Jason’s Minion, stopped me almost as I seemingly entered the crowd of cliques non-distinguishable of the sophisticates and the invaders, as I see it, the apparent third party (SSU) was brought in to legitimize the absurd territorial dispute between the sophisticates and the invaders. But getting back to Zach Thomas, who pulled me to the side and asked why I support my BFF and one of my own, a Mr. George Seaborough who is running for EVP against Brad Barnes. I said, “I support him no matter what Brad Barnes affiliation he has.” He began to try and to verbally attack me and glorify the sophisticates by his pledge to call me biased, a one-party supporter and declare George is an architect of disillusionment by running in cohorts with invaders like Brad. I talk to him and continue to tell him that George is my friend and we should attempt, especially as SSU to strive for good campaigning practices and not be afraid at all. We are the fair voice of campaigning for our own. I being particularly angry at this point with my newfound naive tendencies went to an ‘exec’ as he will remain nameless, reported my experience and requested a formal statement be made to YDG execs on fair campaigning. This individual told me that he wished George would have called him before; “I would have saved him a lot of grief. But you have a chance to discuss it tomorrow when you introduce him as a candidate,” although that privilege was taken from me.
Encounter #2-
At credentials hearing a Mr. Daniel Fullerton who had made an allegation against Rome County to disqualify Brad Barnes in the ongoing-battle between the sophisticates and the invaders (while the subjective nature of the steering-credentials committee involved chapters to vote to disqualify Rome), each chapter would have to vote based upon a one-sided allegation made by Daniel Fullerton against Rome County for misconduct as a smear campaign etc., etc. I the former president of SSU democrats and still a registered student of SSU (would you like to see my transcript Mr. Cairl who pointed out that I live in Chattanooga, TN still commute to SSU almost invariably every weekend if not in HELEN, GA this past weekend to finish my thesis and will graduate MAY 09. So, as I said CECIL, consult your uniformed and own biased opinions first). I was to vote to disqualify an entire chapter against an individual’s actions.
I was not alone in my view that the entire actions of one individuals, should not implicate and disqualify an entire chapter. Rome should have been notified, Brad given the chance to defend himself and the chapter, and hard evidence given invoked before the voting, not during the hearing. Daniel Fullerton was continually allowed during the hearing to proceed to go behind the counsel and whisper statements in the credential exec’s ears. Then as before my voiceterous “bravado” was censored, I stood up anyway to represent SSU and speak-up for a code of ethical standards, we should set and talk about fair campaign amongst our party as a leading national YD state chapter. Therefore unknowingly third parties who are being misconstrued and used for sport between the sophisticates and the invaders do not continue in the future.
The reality is that even Nikema Williams and Rashiem Wright thought similar thoughts and expressed concerns during the proceedings. The rule of law went “under the bus” by Mr. Billy Journer (another minion of Cecil) of the sophisticates’ clan, as Daniel withdrew his allegations against Rome County. As I was in mid-sentence was asked to sit down, and told I was out of line. The point I was trying to make before I was censored, we at SSU are ultimately loyalists that the sophisticates and YDG should practice as a whole, “we have each other’s backs.” No matter what we do, no matter who makes us mad, we do not decide to inflict disrespect. The sophisticates did however as I was disrespected at the convention hearing, the move made by Journer alone, was the reason, Cecil proposes as we did inflict our dissention against the sophisticates to create a 21 man voting block. We did not agree with an acclamation, because we did not want to vote for parties of the sophisticates which had broken our trust and disrespected SSU.
Encounter #3
The voting bloc described previously by Cecil was true; we (SSU) did invoke our unanimous voting bloc against the authoritative and supposedly “legitimate” power of the sophisticates. Our voting bloc however, was legitimate to obstruct and not vote for members of the sophisticates, because their regime was no more objective than their supposedly democratic process used as absolute disrespect in the same manner as they accuse BRAD BARNES. Another point of clarification for you MR. CECIL is the fact that SSU did unanimously vote for Nikema Williams in our use of “absenteeism” was not used.
We did in fact support her and vote for her, so thanks for your misused and inappropriate use of subjective evidence to support your claim, my dear friend-enemy. The second objection in this encounter involves SSU who has an interest in a minority caucus vote as a historically black college or university. The proposed 6 regions at the conference would have eliminated our voice, which happens to be the minority caucus chair. The minority caucus chair is primarily the vote to expand and speak up for minority interests amongst members in YDG across the state of Georgia. So Cecil once again, you speak of the co-called “disenfranchisement” is ludicrous, however the “disenfranchised” occurs in YDG if Regional 6 map would have been passed without the amended change to include minority chairs to continue to have the right to vote. Furthermore, I will add that minority membership is already low in YDG, whereby it is mainly dominated by Whites. So to be “childish and immature” and take away that privilege that gives minorities the right to have their own chairs to respect them and speak for them is very bold.
But Cecil, personally your example is an example of your corrupt attitude towards power between your group and Brad’s. It is never good to use a third party like SSU to misrepresent their intentions or publicly acclaim their opinion as your own, without proper consult with us before hand.
Before your publicly insulted me, as I also a Jane Bradshaw supporter myself did respect you as the former YDG president. But I cannot now, my dear friend-enemy. No matter the sophisticates or invaders, the immediate and fraternizing disrespect given is the travesty against SSU that has been indoctrinated into a battling crossfire amongst the two camps. Although after being disrespected myself this weekend, I will silently withdraw my future participation and away from the public I might add and harming my allies and friends. I am no longer a member of YDG. I think that Jason has not only disrespected SSU in his note posted on FB, put also allowed himself to disrespect Jane and YDG in his own public humiliation. You did not event honor your own EVP this year at the awards ceremony, very bold!!!
Thanks
Carry Smith
The “sophisticates” as I will call them led by the “all knowing ASS!!” of Jason Cecil is caught up in an ongoing battle with Brad Barnes, the leader of the “Lukes” the “invaders” as I will call them. Savannah State or SSU got caught up in the battle of the regime to keep an authoritative power of executives in power of YDG. At SSU we honor our colleagues and support our own, no matter what the sacrifice. We support the person who is who there, to even support us. But in a resilient and absurd publicly released statement by MR. JASON CECIL to discredit SSU and censor our threats of ruining his all-knowing and all controlling authority, we stand up for morality, integrity and conventional wisdom and respect for democracy and objectivity against subjectivism. WE hold ourselves honorable of the natural order of the law, not to propose that subjective tendencies are worth bringing in third parties at a convention hearing to discredit anyone in an ongoing battle between the sophisticates and the invaders. So here goes, Savannah State is the “wild card” of Jason Cecil’s supporters called, “brad’s minion.”
Encounter #1:
Zach Thomas we’ll call him Jason’s Minion, stopped me almost as I seemingly entered the crowd of cliques non-distinguishable of the sophisticates and the invaders, as I see it, the apparent third party (SSU) was brought in to legitimize the absurd territorial dispute between the sophisticates and the invaders. But getting back to Zach Thomas, who pulled me to the side and asked why I support my BFF and one of my own, a Mr. George Seaborough who is running for EVP against Brad Barnes. I said, “I support him no matter what Brad Barnes affiliation he has.” He began to try and to verbally attack me and glorify the sophisticates by his pledge to call me biased, a one-party supporter and declare George is an architect of disillusionment by running in cohorts with invaders like Brad. I talk to him and continue to tell him that George is my friend and we should attempt, especially as SSU to strive for good campaigning practices and not be afraid at all. We are the fair voice of campaigning for our own. I being particularly angry at this point with my newfound naive tendencies went to an ‘exec’ as he will remain nameless, reported my experience and requested a formal statement be made to YDG execs on fair campaigning. This individual told me that he wished George would have called him before; “I would have saved him a lot of grief. But you have a chance to discuss it tomorrow when you introduce him as a candidate,” although that privilege was taken from me.
Encounter #2-
At credentials hearing a Mr. Daniel Fullerton who had made an allegation against Rome County to disqualify Brad Barnes in the ongoing-battle between the sophisticates and the invaders (while the subjective nature of the steering-credentials committee involved chapters to vote to disqualify Rome), each chapter would have to vote based upon a one-sided allegation made by Daniel Fullerton against Rome County for misconduct as a smear campaign etc., etc. I the former president of SSU democrats and still a registered student of SSU (would you like to see my transcript Mr. Cairl who pointed out that I live in Chattanooga, TN still commute to SSU almost invariably every weekend if not in HELEN, GA this past weekend to finish my thesis and will graduate MAY 09. So, as I said CECIL, consult your uniformed and own biased opinions first). I was to vote to disqualify an entire chapter against an individual’s actions.
I was not alone in my view that the entire actions of one individuals, should not implicate and disqualify an entire chapter. Rome should have been notified, Brad given the chance to defend himself and the chapter, and hard evidence given invoked before the voting, not during the hearing. Daniel Fullerton was continually allowed during the hearing to proceed to go behind the counsel and whisper statements in the credential exec’s ears. Then as before my voiceterous “bravado” was censored, I stood up anyway to represent SSU and speak-up for a code of ethical standards, we should set and talk about fair campaign amongst our party as a leading national YD state chapter. Therefore unknowingly third parties who are being misconstrued and used for sport between the sophisticates and the invaders do not continue in the future.
The reality is that even Nikema Williams and Rashiem Wright thought similar thoughts and expressed concerns during the proceedings. The rule of law went “under the bus” by Mr. Billy Journer (another minion of Cecil) of the sophisticates’ clan, as Daniel withdrew his allegations against Rome County. As I was in mid-sentence was asked to sit down, and told I was out of line. The point I was trying to make before I was censored, we at SSU are ultimately loyalists that the sophisticates and YDG should practice as a whole, “we have each other’s backs.” No matter what we do, no matter who makes us mad, we do not decide to inflict disrespect. The sophisticates did however as I was disrespected at the convention hearing, the move made by Journer alone, was the reason, Cecil proposes as we did inflict our dissention against the sophisticates to create a 21 man voting block. We did not agree with an acclamation, because we did not want to vote for parties of the sophisticates which had broken our trust and disrespected SSU.
Encounter #3
The voting bloc described previously by Cecil was true; we (SSU) did invoke our unanimous voting bloc against the authoritative and supposedly “legitimate” power of the sophisticates. Our voting bloc however, was legitimate to obstruct and not vote for members of the sophisticates, because their regime was no more objective than their supposedly democratic process used as absolute disrespect in the same manner as they accuse BRAD BARNES. Another point of clarification for you MR. CECIL is the fact that SSU did unanimously vote for Nikema Williams in our use of “absenteeism” was not used.
We did in fact support her and vote for her, so thanks for your misused and inappropriate use of subjective evidence to support your claim, my dear friend-enemy. The second objection in this encounter involves SSU who has an interest in a minority caucus vote as a historically black college or university. The proposed 6 regions at the conference would have eliminated our voice, which happens to be the minority caucus chair. The minority caucus chair is primarily the vote to expand and speak up for minority interests amongst members in YDG across the state of Georgia. So Cecil once again, you speak of the co-called “disenfranchisement” is ludicrous, however the “disenfranchised” occurs in YDG if Regional 6 map would have been passed without the amended change to include minority chairs to continue to have the right to vote. Furthermore, I will add that minority membership is already low in YDG, whereby it is mainly dominated by Whites. So to be “childish and immature” and take away that privilege that gives minorities the right to have their own chairs to respect them and speak for them is very bold.
But Cecil, personally your example is an example of your corrupt attitude towards power between your group and Brad’s. It is never good to use a third party like SSU to misrepresent their intentions or publicly acclaim their opinion as your own, without proper consult with us before hand.
Before your publicly insulted me, as I also a Jane Bradshaw supporter myself did respect you as the former YDG president. But I cannot now, my dear friend-enemy. No matter the sophisticates or invaders, the immediate and fraternizing disrespect given is the travesty against SSU that has been indoctrinated into a battling crossfire amongst the two camps. Although after being disrespected myself this weekend, I will silently withdraw my future participation and away from the public I might add and harming my allies and friends. I am no longer a member of YDG. I think that Jason has not only disrespected SSU in his note posted on FB, put also allowed himself to disrespect Jane and YDG in his own public humiliation. You did not event honor your own EVP this year at the awards ceremony, very bold!!!
Thanks
Carry Smith
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