Monthly Archives: March 2013
Due to secret remote mind control technologies and lethal microwave weapons successfully experimenting on unsuspecting families and communities, through the past few decades, all of humanity is in critical danger…I used to own a nice country home. Now I’m homeless and facing this alone.
I love the song even though I have been miserable for more than one year and counting still… This blog, is a good pick me up, I think even though sometimes the things that we undergo in life are not completely all our fault. But it is OK.
“Tragedy may have shaped me,
but it will notdefine me.”
We all know that life isn’t all unicorns and cupcakes (though wouldn’t it be awesome it if was?), and you could probably count on one hand the people you run into who haven’t had anything terrible happen to them. Basically, what I am saying is that most of us have brushes and full on crashes with tragedy. It can come in the form of losing a love one, to financial ruin, all the way to an accident that leaves you with a disability. Whatever form it chooses to come in and no matter what the outcome, it has inevitably shaped your life in one way or the other. However, no matter how terrible the tragedy, we know that moving on is the most important part that comes out of an ordeal. No matter if it left you with a ding…
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A blue, mirrored sea
Khaki colored sand sinking beneath my feet.
Fans of algae-green palm waving heavily
Cooling me with a need for
Filagrees of gold warming me.
Streaming down from textured skies
Hanging artfully, majestically
Like a Picasso without form
As I savour my world adored.
I inhale the salt scents skimming my cheek
As swells crash against a garden of coral reefs
My linen dress flapping sheerly
Against my body, clinging playfully
Soaked with a fresh mist.
With only a lae
As I stand barefoot
And pray amongst the dunes.
Necked in wild orchids,
Aromatherapy inhaled from the breeze
Hanging happily naked
Exposed but unobscene
As my mother earth speaks to me.
“Do not cry,
Only smile, my sweet.
And look beyond the un-free,
To a wedding of
Seas, leaves, and no reprieves.
Lies dutifully within me.
Your Mother natural.
Your inhale to breathe.
And so breathe.
And so breathe.”
‘That Mountain Peak’
Unpredictable is the life that I belong.
Obstacles of blinded chance
run through my world like an off-beat lyric
to a song.
Nawing away at a candid understanding
that in my heart I carry a dream;
that remains nestled
in close proximity.
Never did I guess many trials unforeseen.
In my wake to increase my self-identity.
My life dictation, uncertain as it may be,
Has lured my mind into an oblivion;
But not too far away that I cannot praise His Majesty
for guiding me through the ridged edges
poking at my side.
Climbing that mountain in hopes
that my path will not be my demise.
With surety I rise, struggling,
Head raised high,
Eyeing that mountain peak above;
Awaiting success beneath blue skies.
‘The Old Weeping Tree’-Original
A poem in dedication to a cousin who died of breast cancer at a very young age and a metaphoric teardrop for myself.
Our memories haunt me as I sit beside you,
on a bed of green, beneath our weeping tree.
Leaves heavy with laughter though obscure,
and those damned white cells we endured.
Scalding diamonds burn trails from my eyes,
shapeless by moonlight as I cry in rage
to that unseen cloudy mass far away,
and I ask them why. Why did I have to die?
The envelope of night inflicts misery,
sealed above us incasing memories
of winged ghosts guiding me
to the lights of death.
Black curtains of pain embrace your face,
like a midnight fog above the sea.
HIS word I keep like water to willow leaves
that someday together our breaths shall
meet as I cry with you beneath our old weep tree.
Wow…after all this time, I never knew!
There are beautiful black women who are now princesses, countesses, baroness, and more! I love that; check them out at the new site: http://www.socialitedreams.com/blog-posts/dreams-of-royalty.html
“And upon her forehead was a name written, MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH”. (Revelation 17:5) What will be the final form of Babylon the Great? We can be sure that the Whore:
(1) Will be personified as “the False Prophet” (Revelation 16:13). Since Babylon the Great only rides the Beast, i.e., “I saw a woman sit upon a scarlet coloured beast [the Antichrist]” (17:3), she is not to be confused with the Beast himself. Her intimacy with the Beast stems from her need for the governmental power of the Beast to assure her a monopolistic religious franchise, i.e., “as many as would not worship the image of the Beast should be killed” (13:15).
(2) Will promote the worship of the Antichrist., i.e., Babylon the Great “exerciseth all the power of the first beast [the Antichrist] before him, and causeth the Earth and them which dwell therein to worship the first beast, whose deadly wound was healed” (Revelation 3:12).
Sentimental he is not,
Devil eyes is he,
Scoring those opal stones,
Deeply within me.
Ripping my heart at the seams,
Pounding it with extreme degree.
This is what he does to me.
This is what he does to me.
Touching me with hands aflame,
Burning like coals until I wake to see,
That my love for him is uncompared.
I crave what he does to me.
Take me where you want me to go,
In your chamber, ravish me with your heat,
Scorch me with that Devil tongue.
Take me till I fall asleep.