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Why is life so hard to live....Why do so many take rather than give...They take your love then throw it away....And it happens to so many people eveyday.....So eveyday there is pain...And your life is never the same.....Is there a cure for a broken heart.....Can you really make a fresh start....I do not have the answer to this mess....To the solution i can only guess....So every day i go through the motion....Hoping love is not just a romantic notion.......jw

I would like to clarify that, while you may wreak havoc on my body, and maybe even confuse my mind -- you cannot have my heart or my soul. You cannot have my faith, my hope, or my love. Even with all the challenges that you throw my way … the anxiety … fear ... frustration … there are good things that you have given me … things I never could have experienced had you not come to possess my body.

You have given me a strengthened spiritual life and increased inner strength … new and renewed friendships with strong, close, true friends … a new found appreciation for every precious moment I am given …a gift that is sometimes lost on the "healthy" … growth in character, perseverance, and hope … you have inspired me to want to help others … given me more compassion for others who are suffering … a better knowledge of my own body & health … a reason to eat more nutritiously and take care of myself…and reasons to rest when I need it.

You see, my lifelong companion … you will not find me an agreeable host. I will fight you, I will not give up. On bad days … I will take care of myself. On the good days … I will take advantage of every precious moment. You have thrown some obstacles in my life's journey, but I will go over them, around them or through them, no matter what it takes. In fact, while I am overcoming them, I will stop for a moment to reflect upon the mountain I am climbing, plant a few seeds and experience the moment … then continue on .. I will learn and grow from this encounter and help others who are struggling.

You cannot beat me … you will not bring me down … unless I allow you to … and thanks to you … I am stronger and wiser than that … so my friend it will never happen … I will be as miserable to you … as you are to me … I will be more stubborn than you … I will be more resilient than you … I am a winner … for this I thank you

She was more sexy than her coworkers
Oh yes! By far
She would blaze through the streets
In her fancy sports car
All the men at the pub would push
and strain
They drooled over hebeauty's's as though
they were insane
No woman could match her
No wit could catch her
But there was a catch to her story
It may sound a bit gory
But upon talking to this beauty which
every man felt his duty
She spoke to them as dirt as she swished
her satin skirt
Every man was offended and their affections
they recinded
They left her where she stood
She wasen't the dish to take home to mom
She was mean and nasty and left home at
the prom
All her beauty turned into a ball of snot...
This is the tale of the girl who didn't get got--

The policeman is the strongest man in the world
As he can hold up all the traffic with just one hand
But there is a serious side to the policeman,
A protector of the innocent, a man who will risk his life
For anyone, no matter what walk of life,
Fearless of the ever present danger surrounding him,
He is often shunned by the public,
Underestimated by criminals and accused of corruption,
But is never given the credit he rightly deserves.
People should take a better view about this unsung hero
Of our times, the policeman.

Fear not the storm
my love
Many have come
and gone
But you, sweet child
of faith
Shall awaken to
the dawn
Your heart is filled
with sorrow
And the enemy has
sapped your spirit
But no black cloud
from hell
Should ever make you
fear it
Take it from one who's
been there
And lived to tell
the tale
Trust in the Almighty..
And nothing can make
you fail***

The dance hall was smokey
not my kind of place
I'd rather view the ocean
more suited to my taste
But the music was a bit
seductive so I lingered
for awhile
But the devil had paid
her ticket and allured
me with a smile
Somewhere between ten
and two my morals were
put on trial
Cause the cats claws had
sunk in deep..
When she whispered with
a smile***

Long ago, the unconsciousness of pulse and flow became interuptured by the Big Bang of differentiation. In the process, the fluid memory of the cranial-sacral circuit was subsumed by floodwaters of sense-perception, rendering it mere drops in an ocean of teeming memes.



Once weaned from the creatrix' remains, the infant studied the art of negotiation with this ocean, how to feed in order to be fed in turn, when to coax and when to cajole, when to demand and when to despair. Her mother cautioned that the gravitational pull of redundancy and entropy should not be confused with the womb endlessly longed for return to, that womb now a mere phantasm of her nerual organ. She warned as well that the buoyant desire to reach for the stars and supp with the gods was itself no more than the inverse of such fantasy, equally self-defeating and ultimately self-destructive. The developing child duly memorialized these parting words, embedding them in elaborative narrative lullabies to soothe her on future nights she might be too lonely or exhausted to fall asleep.



And so islands of dry land began to decorate the ocean. And soon the woman gave birth to a man.

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The dualist traditions posit a heaven and hell, but their own sacred texts insinuate that these are states within a person, and not spatially located 'out there'.

No one has ever really been 'out there' anyway; our accumulated knowledge about it comes from information collected by our senses. That information is then processed, or 'understood', in a certain way which influences and largely determines everything we do in response. Because of this, our opinions about 'out there' have a very direct effect upon 'out there', so much so that one could say how much it thrives or malfunctions is CAUSED by what all of us CHOOSE TO THINK.

This is a responsibility of unbearable proportions. Even as I write this, if I were to believe it 100%, my mind could not bear the implications. This, I think, ...is why I and we don't really want to know 'the truth'. Thus, the 'hell' of unredeemed, incompletely processed information that Creation supplies us with suffers, incapable of ever ascending to the redemption of a 'heaven' which is its birthright.

Aviva Zornberg suggested in a recent book of hers that the biblical tree 'of Good and Evil' could also be translated as something like 'of what is and is not preferred'. By preferring only some of the specific information that we each are uniquely competent to understand and 'elevate', but ignoring or hiding from what we would rather not have to deal with, I and we CAUSE the continued imbalance and damage of Creation.

This can be a bitter pill to swallow. Or I suppose it could be like milk and honey? It may very well be that I even have a choice about whether the unpleasant can actually 'taste' pleasant. It may be that my opinions really matter, whether I like it or not

It's only Monday..
But's it's gonna be ok
Hang onto hope
Stay off the dope
Drag out that talent
that's gathered so much dust..
Light up the world..
In you we trust-

If the earth is still
on its hinges, then
I have not rocked
the world
If the brightest star
is not cooled by loves
passion, then the flag
of truth is yet unfurled
If we still grope in the
stench of hate, then
marvel not at our
hellish fate-