The Truth about the Bible

Where do I start? This piece of writing is not an attempt to impress. It is intended to make one think. Its not creative its expressive. Its not stylistic its simplistic and most important its straightforward. Its common sense and its real. Its my opinion about how I feel, what I see and understand the Bible to be.

The Bible needs no introduction. Its the most famous book in modern history. Men, religious and non religious from all walks of life have quoted this book. Many believe in it. Few die for it. It has affected everyone. The reason for this is it attempts to answer the fundamental question of human existence. What is life? What purpose is there? Is there a God?

 This book is deep waters. I am aware. Its very controversial and complex. However, many are victims to this book. Many cannot swim. Many have no knowledge how it operates and the agenda. And so they dive to their death. All must approach the Bible with caution especially the young and inexperienced. Like I said, where do I start?

If you ask enough questions you'll know the truth and it may set you free. Freedom is a choice. One chooses to be free. Just like one chooses to go to war. Everything in life comes down to choice.  Remember this.
The Bible must be approached critically from different angles to decipher. A scientific and mathematical approach, a introspective approach, a historic, political and social as well. All these are essential to correct interpretation.

It seems

Most people read the content but forget to evaluate the design of the book. They look at the style but forget its structure, which is key to purpose.They dont ask the important questions like why is there 66 books. Why 12 disciples of Jesus. Why is there an old and new testament? Why did God make the world in six days and whats the significance of the various repetitive numerology throughout the text.

They dont see the connection. A very frightening connection. A very subtle connection with the present affairs of the world. Everything has purpose. Writers dont just write. The bible has an agenda. There was a plan for its design. We need to wake up and smell the smoke. Look around. Unfortunately, Im not here to defend the bible. Let it defend itself. I am here to attack it.

If we as a people cannot draw the line between what is fantasy and reality, we're in trouble. The bible contains many texts compiled under various genres. There is Laws, history, poetry, wisdom and prophecy etc. What some dont see is the link and the agenda. There is always an agenda.

No doubt the writers of the bible text were very creative and brilliant people. Most artist, poets, writers are inspired people. Whether that inspiration came from God or a higher power, it was they who held the pen
and did the work. We see the God figure through the man and not the other way. We see a material world and then the spirit behind it. Every spiritual concept has a form and man is the highest form of spiritual intelligence.

If this is not true, then why do we praise the inventor, the creators of the world for their unique creation. Every tool of benefit to society was made by man. Think about this. From the wheel to the telephone to the plane. It was inspired man, crazy man who dared to dream. Is it a surprise that God is a spiritual concept created by man. It is man who gives God an identity. The say HE instead of it. Because man gets his identity of God from himself. There is nothing outside of him. He knows he cannot fly or touch the sun. He knows his limitations and thats what makes him man.

Ive already gone off course as you can see, but its all connected. The truth about the bible is this. It was designed to control you. Hate it or love it. God wants sheep. He doesn't want goats. The writers of the Bible, whatever the agenda, want to have their way. The heart of the Bible is the ten laws. This is its thesis and summary. This is what God wants you to do. However, its impossible to keep them without 'grace'.

Understand that God, (we're talking about a supernatural being) has the right to do whatever he wants. But ask yourself these question. First take a look at the world. What do you see? Is God responsible for all the deaths of innocent people? Is God responsible for hunger and genocide? Is God the cause of poverty and war? What about disease and pestilence? How can a God of love and mercy look at these things and do nothing. Too many have died in poverty under these conditions believing in God.

What is my point? God was never a part of this. HE cannot be blamed. There is life. And there is choice.
Men will always do what they want to do.  Its all illusion. We all living in an illusion. We need to wake up.
God wills nobody to die.  Like I said there is an agenda for the book. The story is real. The conflict is active.
The war is between God and Satan. But what you wont see or most dont understand is they both work together. Yes, Satan has to do what he must for Gods plan to fulfill. They are partners.


I know this is hard to understand but its the truth. The world has been controlled by a small group of people for a very long time. Read about it. The bible is written by men like you and me. We are the characters in the bible! We are the people that the prophets are talking about! Nothing has changed. The game continues.
However, not all the bible stories are to be taken literally. You have to know what is true and whats symbolic. You have to see yourself in the story, in the plan. Because the story is about you.

 will continue



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Two Sabbath Keepers

JOKE (have a laugh)

An important note on, "do not judge" and quick thinking.

Two 'Sabbath keepers' met in town one Saturday.

One was coming from church, the other not 'dressed' for church.

The one coming from church said to the other, "uhm, yes man

so you're a sabbath keeper, eh; what r  you doing here at such a time"?What would God think?

The young man just coming out a Bank ATM felt a bit guilty and surprised! Not sure how to respond he quickly thinks up something to say, 
he remembers an earlier deed, "oh, my sabbath keeping brother you dont get it you see that homeless man over, yes him, right there, his stomach is full because I wasn't in church today.
Oh yes I bought him a good lunch". Please tell God if I didnt go shopping today, that man would remain hungry. He then popped a smile, waving goodbye to the old beggar. The beggar smiled and responded with a goodbye wave. "My brother, right now my belly is empty so Ill have to see you at AY, bye!" He left the scene quickly.


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Why I Quit Nursing pt 2

I was really in the wrong field. My peers, some who were much older than me asked

what I was doing in Nursing. I like to think of myself as the prophet Jonah who ran

away from God, except I didnt know where I was suppose to be.

I was actually a Poet. Looking back I see that I never could have made it as a Nurse.

Im too sensitive and emotional to the needs of others, which would make it

impossible for me to make some logical left brained decisions.

Nurses are not soft, infact they are more skillful than doctors pertaining to patient care

You have to have emotional control to be a nurse. Something has to die inside you.

It actually is slavery, unfortunately that is the reality. It is very self giving.

My hat goes of.

A proverb says, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. My on-surface intentions for nursing
were 'good' but the underlying reason for me doing it was not. If you're doing nursing
for selfish reasons like money, you wont be happy.
Go do business or become a politician or something.
Nursing takes away from you, you are giving your life away everyday
with little to no reward. Im sorry if it sounds negative- but its true.
But they're people who love it.
Once I saw the bigger picture of the profession I was entering, I saw a bigger picture of life
The corruption in Nursing is just a small example of a bigger corruption of society.
I wanted no part of it, I couldn't play the game and so I pushed myself out.
Because it is a game, and if you have a pumping heart filled with blood, chances are
you wont play it well.

I didnt stay long enough to properly see the politics in Nursing but as a student it was real.
As reality kicked in, I had to kick out, but not without a fight.
It became obvious to me that some nurses never really cared for patients
they were just counting down their time to leave a shift and start another.
It is a cold place.
My first few weeks in the hospital scene was filled with excitement and
interest in learning, a little too much.
My instructors didnt like that I was so involved, even after they said to 'get involved'
I really thought I could make a difference.
It seems what I had in mind was not the intention of everyone else
I didnt like how some Nurses treated patience and how they talked to them.
I was being broken, and it was just a matter of time.

I really dont know how to say this correctly, but around that time, I felt great sympathy for myself.
I was really confused and made plans to leave. I prayed. I cried. I felt like a failure.
Every day I put of my decision to walk out, but one particular day
I sensed the presence of two forces in my mind. A part of me wanted to stay
and a part wanted to walk out, I couldn't decided which was stronger
As I silently contemplated I stopped what I was doing. I looked around the place,
I said to myself, "what am I doing", "I dont belong here", let me go
That very day I walked out.

That was the begining of my recovery and a new experience all together.
It was the first time I listened to my gut instincts and followed my heart
I didnt want to treat myself like that anymore. I was lucky to escape hell and hope I didnt
descourage anyone because that was not my intention.
Im better of where I am, and though other carrier are not as secure, I have peace of mind
I can do what I want, and go where I want and not be tied down.

Instead of being a Nurse be a Doctor, Still I could not be a Doctor.
Being a Doctor is just as stressful and you have to have a talent and calling for the
 Medical field generally
Its sad that Nursing is the way it is and people are fighting to get in.
Its sad that the politics in nursing is a wild jungle;and the health industry is actually a
commercial business
Its sad so many good nurses suffer because of the flaws of the profession by
admininstraters
who could not care less whether a patient lives or dies as long
as the name of the hospital is intact
Its sad that I will never see the world the same again, it is what it is
a cold place.
God is the most abused name in the world.
I take responsibility for myself.

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Why I Quit Nursing pt 1

Make no mistake, nursing is very very hard. I had to quit, and I dont regret it.

The reasons why I left nursing are so complicated yet I will try to explain my

experience as briefly as possible. Where do I start?I entered Nursing because

I wanted to help people, I really did want to. At the same time, I wanted a long

term carreer that affored security and financial stability. I was looking for the

purpose of my life and existence and I somehow beleived God was leading me

 to nursing. Now I am a very humble person, which I thought made it more easy

 for me to be a "Nurse". I was wrong. I thought I was Gods gift

 to the profession,I thought I was chosen for nursing. I cannot say I always knew

 I would be do nursing, up until my decision it was a radical move. Im not going to

 blame anybody but myself for choosing nursing, I will say I was naive

about the profession and ignorantly blinded by the security it promised. I beleived I

would make lots of money and not worry about a job, because as they say,  

"nursing is always in demand",lol.

Perhaps my only guilt is what I put my parents through- they were paying my tuition.
But they did understand my decision. After two years of Nursing school I quit Nursing.
I just walked out the hospital. I cried. It was not my plan to exit the program
after I put so much effort and time into my work.
I couldnt understand what God was doing. I pleaded with him
to let me continue nursing, but his answer was, No, get out.
The truth, I was not dedicated or focused. I hated the hospital environment  more as time went by 
Nursing instructors are demons of mercy sent from hell, they dont want you to progress.
It started as I began to question my purpose for being in Nursing
Something began to change in me, I was turning into a zombie.
I gave 100 percent of my effort on my clinical rotations by those damn instructors
would not get of our backs, they wanted to break us and I knew it.
And being the quiet, reserved person I am I took every whiplash and slap without complaining.


I really never understood why they treated us harshly for doing our best
they would like pop-up at the clinical cites without warning
and blame us for what they perceived we weren't doing 'correctly'
It seems like they wanted us to attend to every patient at once, be everywhere at once
it was torture. One instructor blamed me for arriving at the clinical cite
three minutes late, and if I was very early they would act suspicious
they were crazy!, but I totally get it. It was not personal
Im surprised I even lasted that long.
Needless to say I became depressed, I lost appetite for food, enjoyable activities
my self care was being neglected, I had no time for myself and that was not good.
because of that I was getting weaker, I would get fits of rage,
my parents knew something was wrong- im not like that.
One time I got upset with my Dad for making me reach the clinical five minutes late.

I felt like shit. Nursing will kill your spirit slowly. If you are not cut out for it- dont do it!
I would advise everybody to take time to know themselves, nursing is a profession for the mature.
I entered nursing school at age twently, I had not clue where my life was going, I still dont but
im much better of. Nursing school was my worse experience but I turned it into a
learning experience to carry for the rest of my life.
I see it as God spearing me from a life of hell, not that im more special
but his mercy did not allow me to stay in it.
Still, I appreciate and respect anybody who can tolerate Nursing.
My bias is not towards good Nurses, but to the profession in general.
Besides they have to make a living, we all do, but Nursing is not for me.

I looked at Nursing from the innocent eye of a young naive boy, who thought he was the Messiah
that has come to heal the sick and feed the poor.
But I was the one who needed healing in the long run.
I will always say It is a very stressful career and only those with a death wish will venture
into its paths. Ill only get burned once, before I learn my lesson.
And if you want to call me a quitter, thats fine.
After nursing I took some time to recover and build back my sanity
I returned to college and did English
which turned out to be a better choice. I enjoyed every minute of it.
I found a job as a teacher and also a deep hidden talent for poetry.
I learned that life is unpredictable and so I im open to where the road will turn.
Like nursing I really never expected to go into teaching, but I enjoy it way better.

Like I said, its so complicated and personal the reason why I Quit Nursing. In part 2 I will continue.

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Faithful Dimoga

There lived a man named Magezera in the Province of Gitarama Rwanda whose wife had died. This man was left with a daughter of 2 years who he loved so dearly to his heart. The man also had a dog, a faithful German shepherd, who was his best friend in that lonely village. Every-day Magezera would play with his dog and teach him tricks. The man called the dog Dimoga meaning a faithful dog. Dimoga would watch Kathrine for Magezera at nap time and protect the house from bad men everywhere. All three lived in that house alone. Besides Kathrine Dimoga was the only thing Magezera so loved.

One summer day there was a famine in Gitarama and Magezera decided to spend his last money to buy some food for his daughter Kathrine. He learned of a nearby village about thirty-three kilometres away from Gitarama where it was rumoured abundance of milk, bread, corn, fruits and beans. He decided to go to Kayumbu at once. Before he went he ordered Dimoga to watch the house. He prepared the Friday afternoon.And so Magezera left early Saturday morning with a carton wagon and two horses for Kayumbu.

However while he was gone something terrible happened. Bad animals came to visit the home. The wolves surrounded the shed as they heard the baby crying, crying, crying aloud inside.  Dimoga prepared himself for a fight. By this time it was late in the evening and Magezera was on his way home. Suddenly seven wolves attacked Dimoga. It was a violent struggle. Dimoga managed to kill three of the wolves but was badly injured. He ran to Kathrine and sat gently on top leaving space for her to breathe.

By now it was early Sunday, Magezera was entering the small village when he heard some noise! He said, “that sounds like Dimoga”, and “that sounds like wolves”. He jumped of his wagon, loaded his riffled gun and raced speedily towards his village home. As he neared the shed, he shot two riffles killing one wolf and chasing the rest away. His heart beat frantically for worry! His eyes tense and his muscles trembled as he entered the house. He shouted Kathrine, Kathrine, Kathrine! On top of his voice. Right there he was met by a trail of blood he followed all the way to the crib. He cocked his gun when he saw a dark creature sitting on top of a crying object with blood on its teeth breathing hard. In anger he fired two shots killing the creature instantly with a sound he long remembered. He turned on the light, his baby was alive! But Dimoga was dead from the bullets of a riffle.

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The voices I hear.

What do I make of this ordeal? Am I loosing my mind? I silently conceal these thoughts. Now I reveal.
Are voices real in my mind? Or is it just me? Why do I converse with these voices?
 Its not what you think. Most of these voices are good, the ones I hear. Few are not. From far back as I remember few voices I would hear in my head. I never reported or said a thing.

The earliest experience with voices was a dream I had one time as a child. Laying in my bed surrounded by darkness. I heard a voice calling my name. The voice sounded as if increasing in volume every time my name was repeated. I remember hearing, martin, martin, martin, martin! My immediate reaction would be tears and frozen stiffness.

Other experiences were not as severe as this. Except for one particular experience three years ago. I believe I had a conversation with God. For short, I'll say it was a blissful experience. As I was moved by an overwhelming force of emotional energy that caused tears to stream down the surface of my face, I was compelled to respond. I wont go into the details of the conversation, except to say it was unexpected, random and short. I dont understand it- even to this day. It never happened again.

However, before this experience I would 'suffer' emotional attacks both highs and lows at unexpected times. I'll start with the highs. At times least expected I would come to tears for no reason. I would not understand why. It was all strange since the reason for my tears would be, well,- joy. Joy for no apparent reason that would come and go at unpredictable times. There were times before this,I would feel tremendously low emotionally. I would be unresponsive both physically and socially to my surroundings in a kind of lazy manner. It was terrible but not to a suicidal level. But I will admit, I had desires of running away and I really didnt care where!

Over the years Ive been suffering in silence. Ive learned to endure these surge of emotions. I also learned as a result of my probe that I was afforded with remarkable natural abilities of written expression and poetic skill. Currently I have written over 100 poems and over 50 essay format pieces of various styles from features, to short stories, to critiques and analysis from works of art to journal logs. I learned to use this to my advantage and accept what I cannot change. I loose motivation very easily. It is an ongoing struggle, but I know ill be okay. Perhaps I need my work reviewed by other writers editors. I leave most of my pieces at first draft and I am much of a perfectionist so usually im not satisfied and the work sits down and is never published.

I did speak to the voices I hear on few occasions. Though I never wrote most of those conversations. I will say, whenever I sense an 'energy' demanding my attention, the most suitable places for conversation are in quiet places. I live in a very hilly area which affords me peace and quiet. At times when I 'feel' the call- I would retreat on that hill and speak my mind. Its only as I speak my mind I would hear a response. Basically I would express any-thing that is of concern to me like school, my future, my purpose and mostly spiritual things. In response the voice would give advice and secrets. Seven out of ten times tears would be flowing.

I dont want to speculate why I hear the voices I hear. But I knew even from childhood that I was different. My difference was not the result of academic or family superiority since I was very average in school. I come from middle-class humble beginnings and not a luxury life. My parents worked hard so I never lacked. So I learned to count my blessings. I was not a dense or trouble child, but I had attention and learning problems to some degree. I had social anxiety to some degree and was very much quiet to some degree. I was introverted and I did not realize until college. I was also using my left hand while other students used their right. I also did not notice this.

I find that whenever I write or express myself through some artistic outlet, the voices reduce tremendously. When I hold them inside- they can be tormenting to me. For some years now Ive been taking up poetry and essays as an outlet of creativity. The rewards are satisfying. Though inspiration come and go like wind, I cannot give an explanation for the reason I write or the driving force behind my work except I get a sense of accomplishment and pleasure from seeing the fruit of my creation. I do it for my own pleasure and boasting as a kind of ego and showing my superior skill. Im not a show-off but I want others to read my work and relate. I write really for others. I want to entertain and provoke thoughts in the readers. I know when its good and when its bad. The mystery is- I dont understand how I can go from having nothing on paper to formulating something that seems to have appeared from nowhere joining together into a perfect whole.

Its as if I cannot believe my own creation. I become proud of it.Like I said, its an ongoing struggle. There are days I am completely immobilized and stuck, I cant seem to float on water, im struggling for air because im drowning. And there are days when I feel unstoppable and on top of things. Lately Ive been very rebellious and free spirited. Ive not been attending church as often, I pretty much do whatever I want. I can still hear voices of condemnation, but they are dying slowly becoming of no effect. I am really on a different state of perception. But its a lonely state. I prefer to stand alone. Im realizing that church is not really helping me, nothing can save me expect me. For me to be in church when I know I dont want to be there is hypocrisy. Im trying to be real. Its hard. I am looking for the real, Its very hard to find. Im looking for my place- I dont see it. I want to be free. I dont think im a bad boy, i just think im misunderstood.
 The Bible that I use to love to read frequently,  now I read only occasionally. I am more interested in my own thoughts and feelings and I am fast loosing the patience to sift through the word. I dont read as much as I should, but I do alot of thinking and listening. There is great power in listening!

I listen to my heart. That is all I need. This nobody has ever taught me. I believe John 3:16

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The World Without Money?

Money can make you love or hate. It can make you fight and compete?What would the world be without money? Let us examine for a second or more the implications of a paperless world. In a system we can all relate lets start by stating the obvious use or need for money.

1. We need money for food.
- imagine going to a supermarket and asking the cashier,your neighbor, Hey Ms. Sue, listen up, a may I borrow three loafs of wheat bread, two sliced turkey, 3 package chicken breasts, tin of baked beans, pack of spaghetti,a bottle of milk, some cereal and canned fruits, please? She would think you're crazy! Stop it.Your trying to get me fired?Stop wasting by time. Next!

2. We need money for living expenses and others
-imagine telling your landlord you dont think you will be able to afford rent for say aa the next year or two. He would probably say, o,sure you can live here free of cost and by the way I'll pay for the light, water, cable and phone-bill as well. Have a good life! No.Worse, if you have a mortgage under NHT- you definitely need that cheddar.Yes. Education may be the key but if you cant afford it, no door will be opened for you. hint. The Doctor wants to help you, you need to help him first. The pastor has a family to feed and manna no longer drops from heaven.

3. We need money for clothes and other comforts
- This one is tricky. We need good durable shoes, good comfortable wearable fabrics, and the rest. By the rest I mean a nice watch is not a crime, for some women jewelery is not a luxury, a nice car will ease the pressure of time and sweat, technology makes life better, amen! For imagine a world without Laptops,cellphones, pagers, calculators, music players (there so many nowadays)appliances and other cool gadgets of communication we use at our discretion. Imagine not having money to buy them. Money is needed for Infrastructures in business, entertainment, recreation, sports and other activity of human interest. Without these infrastructures- goods and services cannot be maintained and organized for convenient access and distribution to the public. For example-without a supermarket to store food, how would we survive a famine without a reserve?

What else do we need money for?

4. We need money to travel and see the world.
- This is a good one. Imagine going to a airport with just a cheap drivers license (it is cheap) and telling the front desk operator
- one trip to Paris please o and make it first class, yes. No! I guarantee you will be escorted first class, but it wont be to the terminal! See even money is big business.

5. Finally, and the most obvious reason
- we use money because everyone else uses money. Economics will tell you the more there is a demand the more there is need for supply. Nearly everything demands money nowadays- even a bottle of water! The more people there are who share an accepted currency, the more that currency is enforced to keep people using it. Make sense?Virtually the entire world uses some sort of currency. If  the majority of the world population would wake up and decide to stop using money altogether, according to this law of economics  the majority will win. People always follow what works and is more convenient. Nobody wants to loose. Hence money is in.


Now imagine if all major farmers across the world decided to go on a strike. We're screwed. How many of us have knowledge, plant our own food, to build our own homes, make our own clothes, and shoes? Are creative people still in town? How much can we do for ourselves?I guess the only safety would be to learn some vital skills for ourselves.

To me money is like magic. I'll tell you why-Its seems to have a captivating charm effect on people. You'll be surprised at what some people will do for a little cake (money). Im no mathematician or economic financial market guru but a little common sense is all I need. Money makes the world spin, we all know that, we should, but the mystery still exsists. For if money makes the world spin, then who makes money spin? That one will take another blog and more. But you already know the answer.

So why do we want money?Because we need all these things.Why do we need them?Because we cant do without them.But to answer the question set from the beginning, Its pretty simple to me. Without money, we would inevitably find a way to eat, live, cover ourselves and make life easier. Thought I dont know how the extremely rich would take this suggestion. Probably not so well. Without money or any other form of exchange we would probably be forced to depend on each other in some way or another.
Maybe thats exactly what we need. Maybe not!

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The Introvert and Social Anxiety

Theres nothing wrong with me completely, its just my personality!
For a very long time I never understood myself.
Social anxiety cannot be blamed on merely withdrawal from social settings.
Its more deeper than that.
Some people are more different from others.
My background, my upbringing and my religious persuasions have all impacted who and what I am.
The short of the matter is alienation from social settings within reason is not unusual behavior.

Introverts may find religion, God, nature, pets, drugs, alcohol, food, material things or themselves as  a source of comfort in a painful world.
Some may neglect the institutional settings of society altogether, separating themselves while watching the world deteriorate, and wont feel a thing. Society can make us cold. We have a hard time in the job world as very few professions cater to our need for expression. We dont start well in college. We want to shine our true selves but fear of rejection by societies standards hinders us. So we end up rebelling against church, school and all other organizations we may see as oppressive. We are not bad, we are booed. We wont push, but given the chance we can take over the world because we have powers of mind.
Other introvert may have a dont care attitude simply because they are fed up of the way things are- nobody wants to give them a listening ear. And that is the mistake of extroverts- the neglect of introverts for being unconfident, untalkative or reserved. Given the chance we can blow you away. The truth is- we are outnumbered by extroverts- and we are still trying to fight fair.


It is said that no man is an island and no man stands alone;
While this is true
 that does not exclude the feelings of being different of loneliness and uniqueness that some personalities afford.
The personality type of my discussion is of course Introversion. It is very serious.
Allot of discrimination and misunderstanding exsists toward this temperament even today.

The reason being that not many people in history showed high closeness to this personality type except the greats.
I am telling you right now the life of an introvert is not easy. There are challenges unseen.
There are potentials to reap. However, most introverts never find themselves and are more often stepped over by society, time and time again. This happens because
They are expected subconsciously to conform, to fit-in, to submit, to convert, to partake, to adhere into a world designed primarily for extroversion temperament. For this reason some may hide away from the public live a secluded lifestyle  and become a recluse closing themselves of from people. This is not good.

It reminds me of the Mutants in X-MEN movie. Ever seen that movie? They had to hide because they were considered freaks of nature, they believed society would not accept them as they are (which was true). On the other side,
the evil mutants tried to destroy society because of its hatred toward them. Very interesting analogy.

Introverts can get depressed, lonely, suicidal or insane very easily. This is because of the intense emotional temperatures they can experience when involved in deep thinking and creative activity. Its simple. If introverts do not control the temperature of their emotions by watching the environmental stimulations they receive from other people while balancing their tanks with satisfying activity refreshing their mental batteries they can short and go into a hypo phase, become irritable, angry, violent or even depressed. They have to watch their stimulation because their mind is like a sponge-delicate to their surroundings. Through practice they can build a tolerance level, but only.

Mostly introverts dont see the need for being pleasant all the time. They hate routine and idle chattering. They like things simple and real and cant be bothered with compliance or stupid rules. But because we are introverts we internalize our thoughts- we do this for the benefit of your feelings. We care about you. At the same time we can be affected by fear because of oversensitivity and we generally try to avoid confrontation whether verbal or physical. Some might even run from a fight. But when we reach our limit, we loose all reason. Like the kid who shot up a school just like that killing his classmates- for example.
For us to hurt you would be like hurting ourselves. When an introvert looses his temper, you better know that something is wrong for him/her to be acting this way. And whenever we take drastic measures, its always for a reason. We are just not dramatic.

Their weather scale is unpredictable
merely due to their unique mode of operation.
If they discover in time who they are, like I have, they can tap into the world of
their imagination and creativity and drop bombs with their unique thoughts. They have a creative mind.
For the introvert, its all about the inner world, the imagination. We look at the world with a different eye.
We like to have space. We dont like to be told what to do. We want to do things our way.
At the same time we are deeply in-tuned to the needs of others.
We hold alot inside and we bear much pain. We really have the best of both world.
What do I mean?At times our lack of concern for others could make us  appear evil
and completely selfish if we dont control the affections of our hearts.
In essence we have high potential for good
and unfortunately high potential for Evil.We can destroy the world.

 Because Introverts value the inner world of their imagination by nature, if they do not cater to their need of privacy and expression in some profitable pursuit where they can be themselves- they will wither and die. Its almost like if you dont give a plant water and expect it to grow.
Of course some introverts deny themselves totally to fit into an extrovert world- all to their detriment.
 Its sad some dont even know they are introvert. They find themselves in awkward social settings and wonder why they are not free spirited and enthused as others . They try to avoid the crowd by going directly to the crowd injuring themselves more! They dont know when to pull back and just enjoy their own company. They conform so that people will love them when they dont even love themselves. They treat themselves so bad and they dont even know it.

But im here to say that being an introvert is wonderful.Its a God given nature that needs to be exploited for its benefits. The only way to escape this temperament is to accept it, which means to understand it. Know who you are by reading about introversion. The sooner you accept your personality, the easier it will be to mingle and socialize because now you'll have control over any situation. Equally you have to find what your ability or talent is. Use it. Thats the only way. That is your defense. You may not have the best social skills, be the most talkative guy who seems to attract many hot girls but you might be an excellent writer or artist or poet. Maybe you're the next Eminem!Your gift will lift you above your weakness and eventually bring you the attention of others.

 Slowly as you use your talents it will grab the attention of other giving you the best of both worlds.

Because Introverts are highly sensitive and internalize everything-
they can take to heart and even tears
the meanest moments of social failures. Unfortunately we do care about what people think about us.
To an extent thats healthy. But the insecure introvert may take it a step further by being personal.
 No wonder so many Introverts are Schizophrenics, who abuse drugs and alcohol, I totally understand.
They give in to the pressure to fit in and be cool and mess up themselves. They dont know what they have!

Its not that the introvert doesn't want friends or doesn't have friends or is a loner
he is just so extremely critical of himself  and others and wont go out of his way to prove a point.
He is laid back and calm and normal on the surface but inside his mind is deep like the ocean.
Introverts want to go on dates, go to parties, have fun, converse one on one, but it is difficult for us because
we are over critical thinkers- we cant turn this off like a switch- we need it for creative purposes. When we want to party, nobody is there to party, when we want to chill- we only see ourselves in the mirror. When we do party however infrequent, we are not aware of our high, these are special moments.

Introverts may be diagnosed with bipolar. Not all get to this state. Not all become Schizophrenics.

Introverts are not shy, when we come around we dont need help to bubble.
Our emotions at times override logic- and we can be over-trusting and naive. At times we get hurt for this.
As I said, we can take to heart any negative presumptions aimed at us.

On the other hand, those introverts whose hearts have been made
cold by negative social experiences can really do harm to society.
Instead of using their gifts for societies betterment- they make themselves rich
and watch society suffer. They rape the values of society because society raped their innocence- eye for an eye.
Again its all because of our highly sensitive nature. We have to learn to survive in a world of extroverts.
We have to put on a shield most times to protect ourselves from the woes of the world. If we dont do this we can be mistreated- its a survival strategy. Some introverts can appear overly mean when deep down they're not. Some appear overly kind, when they would rather not share. Its tricky.They do this because we recognize that we have an obligation to the feelings others. We survive as introverts by being tricky, impersonating extroverts when we have to.

Not all introverts make it. Some commit suicide. Some get ruled by the negative side of their emotion
and become Schizophrenics and blame society by thinking people are out to harm them. Some do harm to the world using their brain as a weapon.
But while this is not to defend the wrong course of some introverts- the world is partially to blame for the misfortunes of fhese victims.

Let me say, extroverts on a whole can display introvert behavior, but to what extreme?We all tip on side of the scale or the other.

Some of the worlds greatest writers, musicians, artists, builders, poets, politicians and skilled people were introvert dominant which means they exhibited more introversion trait than extroversion.
I will tell you a few most notable people who I believe are highly introverted

Eminem, Lady Gaga
Barack Obama

All these are interests of mine, selected because of preference.

So the world can learn alot from introversion.Take the time to know us, understand us and you'll see we are loyal people. We dont hesitate to move. Showing an introvert some interest can go a far way. We take time to study people by observing them. We are silent but very talkative inside- our mental activity wont shut up. It wont take us long to come around once we know you.
 Its obvious the world needs to be more introverted. The world needs more people who are laid back, calm, kind, gentle and patient. Who think deeply about life and invent things to make society better. There needs to be a balance of the two types. Importantly, introverts need to be saved before its too late. An introvert who uses his potential for evil has some painful experience with himself. Help make our lives better. You need us as much as we need you.

Mythical_Poet

Big Fear

 My big fear.My biggest fear is failure. Failure is a state of mind.
 I dont like it. But sometimes I do taste it. But then I still dont accept it so I spit it out my mouth!
 I hate pity, I dont want any from nobody. I dont care.
 I dont like charity if its aiming directly at me so I avoid being in that position.
 God has given me a good head so I assure you I wont be on the street side begging bread.
 I dont like being broke so... I try to keep money around.
 I love it. If im hungry im gonna find it and spend it.
 I deserve the best things so dont look at the price tag on my watch. 
I dont mind what the preacher says-nothings wrong with money-- until its gone. 
You always need a little more, which begs the question; who doesn't like money?
 Money is everybody's insecurity. 
Besides my Mommy and Daddy I cant ever stretch my hand out to anybody. 
No. Cause im not a failure. I know better. If there is any sin that deserves punishment for those who commit- its poverty- which is broke. As in have nothing.
Ive always been independent so I work for what I want.
 Cause whatever I want I get, eventually- if I want it bad enough. I always find a way. 
The Good blesses those who help themselves. Peace

Mythical_Poet

Analysis of Madonna Girl Gone Wild pt 2

She keeps saying I have that burning hot desire, no one can’t put out my fire, here it comes. Its for these reasons why I’m led to believe that the fruit- is the fruit of sex, which is compassion and intimacy. You see the gays who are said to be gay flocking and mounting her because she displays the fruit of desire on her. And they are tempted by it. Typically, usually bad girls have this burning desire that attracts men and the only reason for that is – sex.

It is the reason why Eve ate the fruit first and not Adam- because that is the gift of the woman- Sex. Its only through the act of sex that the human population can continue. Sex is an emotion based thing that’s why women are more soft and gentle and warm.

The woman shared that gift with the Man but some women choose to make it a curse to allure men and to get there way. That is the message of this song. Ya

Analysis of Madonna’s Girl Gone Wild Song.

Analysis of Madonna’s Girl Gone Wild Song (with video)

(Please watch the Video before reading this Analysis)

Recently I got a chance to look at Madonna’s new video for her song ‘Girl Gone Wild’ and literally I was speechless. More because of her balls in using blasphemous statements towards God, the video is a kind of mockery toward religious conformity and an embrace to secularism and worldly freedom. She blatantly blasts any form of conformity to institutional religion (as we know her for) and encourages freedom of spirit in the name of fun. Well, I like Madonna and here’s why, not only because she is talented and gifted for music, which is an artistic field- it’s obvious this woman is given the gift of music; but more because as an artist myself (A poet) I can appreciate the creativity of other artists. I love art and I’m a deep thinker- at least I try to be.

For this song along with video I have decided to write an interpretation of my opinion on the message. Any video so bizarre has to be pushing some kind of sublime ideology to the viewers. So I will do my best and hope you enjoy the read. Literature is a form of art along with music (sounds), dance, visual, and the singing is poetry in case you didn’t know. Art has many forms and every good artist is trying to tell a story in his/her art. It’s as simple as that. In the video Madonna goes way back into history to tell a story behind the lyrics of the song- a visual explanation of the songs content. Listening to the song and the sound arrangement with the words you would say- this is a dance pop electric high energy club music for the young and energetic. You might even feel like dancing because of the heavy base and timed beats. No problem. But when you listen to the lyrics (the poetry) you are taking it a step further.

I’ll start with the most difficult part the video because of the complexity of the symbolism and religious connotations she draws to the present society. See the past is always being compared to the present because there is a relationship between the past and the now. This might be a long one- so put on your seatbelt. Madonna opens the video with few words, which set the foundation, she is representing the ‘Girl Gone Wild’, which could be your daughter or sister or whoever, more than likely its a young inexperienced girl. She says, 

“Oh my God I'm heartly sorry for having offended thee and I detest all my sins because I dread The loss of heaven and the pains of hell but most of all because I love thee and I want So badly to be good”

Now reading those lines, it might sound to you like a sincere prayer, but to Madonna, she does not mean it! It is sarcasm and mockery which is the same thing. She is saying the opposite of what she means or meaning the opposite of what she says. You only have to listen to her tone of voice and look at her non verbal facial expression to agree with me. She knows what she’s doing and she is not sorry. This is the foundation for the video. This really is a good girl gone Wild. She doesn’t care.

Next, I will focus on the visuals so blatant in the video and what they mean symbolically. While she is saying those words as if communicating with God, you see two men sucking on a fruit that appears to look like an apple (it’s very disturbing but an artist’s work nonetheless)- implying that they might be homosexuals (gays). But suck on an apple? The apple symbolizes lust of the eye or the forbidden fruit from Genesis and since the song is about A Girl Gone Wild- I have come to that assumption. The fruit of genesis was on the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. And God forbid man to touch, taste or even go near it.

Next you see Madonna going on her stomach like a serpent and twiling and slithering with represents a snake or lower beast. Skipping that, the next scene is a gang of men dancing very erotic to in ordered fashion. What stand out the most is the feminine posture of these men. They have the build of men but the curve of women at the same time- it’s very freaky! Could this represent the unity of the masculine and feminine as one energy? Others might say they are homosexual- that’s a possibility as well. The next scene is quick, Madonna is chained by four chains and dancing- this could represent religious or institutional social inhibitions of mental chains that restrain her physical movement.

The next thing you see is a firework of sparks shaped into a cross in which Madonna is standing in front. The men who are presumed to be gay, I don’t think they are gay. They hover over Madonna in a kind of worship and adoration like a child on a mother’s breast in a kind of intimate unity. The next scene is a naked man in front of a glass mirror whose posture represents very much the painting of Michelangelo creation of Adam. The scene is fast but worthy of note taking. He (could be Adam) is lying beside a mirror beating the mirror looking directly at himself. The mirror here too is symbol of man being made in the image of God of man and God being one. The man looks to be kissing himself and beating the mirror- it could be an act of loneliness. While he is doing that, the two men are lusting over the apple but not actually eating it. The man appears to be going crazy. Very deep.

Fast forward the video, the next few scenes you see a well sculpted man with a crown of thorns on his head representing Christ- obviously. The scenes flash a pose of Christ with is arms extended east and west horizontally- the famous scene of agony when he paid for the sins of the world. Madonna flashes the same pose in-front a sparked cross which some would say represents the Baphomet. You then see her tossling and wrestling with a huge snake representing a kind of struggle with evil or sin- because the Devil is represented as a snake, who is subtly and a deceiver. It could be the world. The final scene four drops of blood seeping from her eye- could be the innocence of her purity leaving her- her former life.

I have to come back to the apple while explaining the lyrics because it means something deeper. Its safe to say Madonna is representing Eve, here’s why? Before Eve tasted of the forbidden fruit she was innocent and pure, undefiled and obedient. Madonna obviously has tasted of the fruit evidenced by the lyrical content- she is describing an experience. Her eyes are opened and she is corrupted. She keeps saying, a good girl gone wild, a good girl gone wild, and girls they just wanna have some fun. But the fun she is referring to is innocent freedom in her eyes. The freedom of the world.  Its a club scene, a girl is dancing, its a new experience for her, guys are around- she’s having ‘fun’. Too much. Madonna says, the room is spinning in the speed of Tanquaray, im about to go astray my inhibitions gone away, i feel like sinning, you got me in the zone.

She keeps saying I have that burning hot desire, no one can’t put out my fire, here it comes. Its for these reasons why I’m led to believe that the fruit- is the fruit of sex, which is compassion and intimacy. You see the gays who are said to be gay flocking and mounting her because she displays the fruit of desire on her. And they are tempted by it. Typically, usually bad girls have this burning desire that attracts men and the only reason for that is sex.

It is the reason why Eve ate the fruit first and not Adam- because that is the gift of the woman sex. Its only through the act of sex that the human population can continue. Sex is an emotion based thing that’s why women are more soft and gentle and warm.

The woman shared that gift with the Man but some women choose to make it a curse to allure men and to get there way. That is the message of this song. Ya

Thoughts

You should be stronger than this. Be a man and stop whining, complaining about the mistakes of life
you should be stronger than this, you're not female, you're male, soldier, be stronger.
You have the power to get anything you desire, so move higher and keep keeping.
Life is not always a smooth road, with a light load so carry your bags, be bold.
Society doesnt dictate the way you live, make that choice and damn it- live.


The church cant bring you to God, but God can bring you to church. Life may seem like
its going nowhere, just remember nowhere one day began somewhere, and somewhere always leads to
something, so nothing is impossible. Life may make you feel alone, good, it love you. Nobody may seem
to care about what you are experiencing, just know everything is a lesson if you're open to learning.
You dont need a girl to make you feel 'good', feeling good about yourself and a girl will need you- you are man


You dont need the crowd, the crowd needs the crowd and the crowd needs you.  Without you, there would be no crowd
no march, no drums, no concerts, no shows. People need each other dont get me wrong, we all need validity
but be strong. Cause you cant please everyone at the same time, somebody has to get hurt.
And not everyone will be your friend. Some people were never meant to be in your circle.


Dont admire the parties of youth, they may look like fun, but everything comes to an end somehow.
Some things are better not said, some memories better left dead. Some people are not worth the time.
Like im tired of this shit, this mess, this garbage. Imma go down fighting, swinging, this life is mine for the taking
whatever I want, imma have, its time to start living.
I was never good at singing, but I cant write a decent verse, a hook, a rhyme, poetry to kill time.
My voice may be shit, but my thoughts are the bomb, my ideas are cake and my left hand is whats happening.



This one is really coming, I can feel the words escaping from my brain, this one is inspired.
Life is shit, im not holding back, its stupid, nonsense. Ive been alive for what, 24 years and I see it already. Heres
what I see. Ready?

Amm, The system is trying, but its collapsing. some Politicians are lying and so are some preachers. I have to say some because some are innocent.Teachers are slaving
trying to survive, nurses are working to keep others alive. Everybody is earning, some more than others,
time is flying like a bird, he wont come back. I think human beings try to do their best, nobody knows the answer or
the rest. Life has a time just like a test, the test is for you to do your best.
But heres the rest, only you can write the test, only you to score your best. But only God can mark the test
so dont copy or cheat for success.


Money is funny, it keeps people working and chasing and racing and living and dying, there is no ending to earning.
Money is honey for those who work hard but misery for those who cheat the game. You cant beat money it always beats you
cause when you put him in the center, theres little left for you to do. Ever feel like you dont fit in?

On some young shit, let me talk about the young cause i am young. Opportunities are scarce so take what you can
you wont be young forever, so dont feed problems to heart, or worries to fears, or trials to mind- let go- this is the
best time of your life. I say this because when I look around the town, I see people hustling and bustling, spending
 and earning, traveling and talking and busy. Everybody is trying a thing for a living. Taxis packing,shopps filling
police patroling,vendors selling, the streets is packed like a can and worked like a maid.
Everybody wants to get paid. Thats what I see,



What about the future? One step at a time, thats all I can say. The younger generation stepping, but space is running out
the line is long and the CD skips in the disc chamber, people are weary and let us see.

One thing is missing in all of this- LOVE, there is no love. We need more love, we need more unity
we need more cooperation. Thats the only way- thats the truth.





(to be continued)

Writing about Writers Block

The writers block got him fasting for words, starving for thirst like my pen wont spill this ink, this think of thoughts that brought mine gifts before. Sitting, thinking, not writing or climbing the mountain of my imagination- im out of breath. Mounting the thoughts of my height or height of my thoughts whichever is right or left of a flight ideas wont soar like a kite.

Writers block is a miserable sentence for any poet to experience, for he eat no words for breakfast, lunch and supper. He wears the same clothes, sits in the same cell, smells the same smell- he feels like going to hell. He cant invent any new word so he writes about writers block like words are stuck in space with no trace, no face- he lost this race.

He depresses when he fails to find fluent flows of fruitful words plently. He recesses when his pen pours puny poetry from pools of thoughts half empty. Hes sitting here trying to write a poem from nowhere waiting for ideas to come here, but the only ideas is sitting here contemplating about writing about waiting to write a poem and whats happening. Its confusing. Hes depressed and dont know why. But it will go bye bye.

Like its so crazy how words flow, how ideas come and go, like a clock set on ten o clock that repeats itself every day. Writers block is a wall inside his head needing breaking apart brick by brick until ideas flow rich and thick. Like its funny, my poem is about me trying to write a poem not being able to compose when until im writing about composing.

Like here I sit on top of a brick where the weather is hard and the wall is thick and nothing is coming so I guess ill be going without even knowing some feelings are showing, now misery is growing, am not allowing- I will turn my nothing into a something. For the best poems need some feeling, some water pains of feeding to to start growing.

For what is a poem without feeling, at least some rhyming, you can see im trying to make this poem work. Every writers hates writers block, for writers block is the writers clock telling the writer its time to stop, there should be no trying when finding of words. For when you try and try of words- the point is lost, sincerity unheard.

For now someone grab the writer out his dump, he needs a push to make his heart jump, his artery block will make his heart stop, for words pump dumb to wordiac arrest. He thinks and thinks, he thinks alot, but feeling got him stuck in a rut, a whole, a cage, his writers rage that goes and comes to turn his page. For only yesterday he wrote a good one without a blink, but today its hard to think. thoughts flown away

Theres no poem like writers block when ideas are stuck and out of luck, sitting back writing about writers block, here I go

I squeaze my heart for comfy words

I squeazed my brain but nothing came

I huff and puff to write some stuff

I drop my pen and count to ten

I feel like shit, I cant excrete

its nasty how these words could cheat

I feel depression kicking in

think fast my boy or you'll be in

I said wala, my writers clock

im writing about my writers block!

Mythical_Poet

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The Prayer

I think the rain is calling, I cry for it greater than drought, to watch the moth on the corners of my mouth. Of spring greater than fall. Of a mood greater than depression, of creativity better than selection. Of a love greater than death, of a brother other than Seth. Of the reasons for left over right. Of a gift for a curse. A poem more than a verse. to do the best not worse. Of courage instead of height, bravery instead of flight, wisdom instead of greed, will to quench a need.




(to be continued)

On the Daughters of Men

Oh lord, help a young man in trouble for his life. His mind takes no reproof anymore, his eyes use to care for the ways of his upbringing. He is in danger of shifting sand. He sees the daughters of men, a multitude of them, here and there and everywhere he goes and knows for his eyes have not grown to the age of dim. They are young and ripe like a fruit, his once childhood mind no longer lives to restrain thoughts of lord have mercy.

Daily he grows weary of wait, of departing the gate of his wisdom and rationale thinking by leaving sound doctrine on the lawns of his vacancy. Is it not for thy ever spirit within, this lad of age would have left the gates of thy watchful care eating the fruit forbidden from Eden bidden by the daughter of men who ponder my ways and pressure for plays on days when I think not of your ways, they stray.

Like who is he, let us see, of what his qualities be, oh suddenly my mind is fumbling, emotions bublings trapped in surroundings on groundings far from church buildings. As they say, who is he, his qualities not seen in these parts, he wont touch taste or feel our products of mass appeal- is this for real. His eyes stare through the soul and his heart and hands touch not what is his. I speak to them, like look on the daughters of men, their beauty surpasses what eyes can behold, their charm excites all the young men in town;and their demand is more than can supply for their expectations exceed what can be paid.

Their heart is on their beauty, kiss fill you like food,their embrace takes you to heaven and their smile warms like the sunshine. their walk is the walk of independence so they dont appear defenceless, they talk the talk of maturity, their body is firm within their flesh and they adapt the fragrance of many mixtures of flowers. They can poison and win the affections of their heart easily and only a man of God can escape from the camp of their dwelling
only the strength of true love can deliver, only a wise heart can discern- and so the artist lives to writes.
Only a fool will be caught in their trap, in the talk of their walk, in the lies of their eyes. They'll bring a man to ruin less they change their ways










I think the rain is calling, I cry for it greater than drought, to watch the moth on the corners of my mouth. Of spring greater than fall. Of a mood greater than depression, of creativity better than selection. Of a love greater than death, of a brother other than Seth. Of the reasons for left over right. Of a gift for a curse. A poem more than a verse. to do the best not worse. Of courage instead of height, bravery instead of flight, wisdom instead of greed, will to quench a need.




(to be continued)

A Psalm of the Poet- the philosopher pt 1

Verse 1
Lord of my life, my years escape like a thief caught in sight vanishing quickly like smoke clouds in windy sky far from birds eye view. What will my future be, what plans have thee in mind for me. Thy ever present love hugs this place, mine habitation from birth. From that day hath nothing but goodness and mercy been with me. Your thoughts are wind, actions like mountains, habits like rock of ages, effects of which seen but not understood. The cup of your ways are marvelous and ripe in all doings, splendid,  full of mystery and wonder yet empty of failure and broken promises.

Verse 2
Lord of my life, time is growing weary of wait like trees rooted in good soil, dying, im slowly moving up like clouds on a rear sky that I view from my window pane. The full moon cracks a hole in the sky smiling creating dreamy eyes as of older days long forgotten on ancient calenders, on summer days a younger me would see visions in clouds taking shapes of earth creatures below. Fantasizing of some unimaginable history, locked inside the world of mystery,my inner world, an amusement park, questioning the courtroom of life. So is the child that beckons me to come and play for time is skipping away.

Verse 3
Lord of my life, thy blessings are rich, and thy protection well guarded on all sides. Thy mercies are long and thy care enduring from head to toe. Thy watchful eye is as a mother with a birds nestling  just hatched unable to fly. Thy passing years are a quiet song, a same tune, a forseen victory. Thy insurance cannot be traced by witches and magicians casting spells of sickness on seas and tongues. Mine mouth shuts up the fury of mine heart from the greed of mine hunger, for thy food is health to my spirit and nourishment to mine steps- thy nourishment is good like milk, fattening like meat. But mine lust is wasteful and mine appetite destructive. All the ways of mine are cursed. Your spirit is shield me forever and ever. Selah

Verse 4
For you keep me within the walls of thy safety and within the gates of thy watchful eye; and say with tender love, dont cross the boundaries of the net or the limits of the shore for the sea is deep. Dont go beyond the border mark, dont venture into the wild or practice the ways of the heathen of the daughters of men. Stay, and you shall prosper.
But the affairs of mine heart are shifty, mine appetite juicy, mine age warm and mine sight undiscerning. For he said, dont eat of the fruits of forbidden daughters, who keep not their own virtue, but make a weapen of a gift and a curse of rich blessings- lest you die. Who seduce and capture, who are smooth and fair. Who cause men to war who be friends, reaping rich benefits from the spirit of their creation. Who are radiant like the rose, but drank of the poison of this world, deadly, who kill men with kisses, blinding them with the ropes of glittering charms. Who know not that the age of their glow is a short time.

Verse 5
For thy future is within mine eyes, a glorious celebration, to give you eternity and longer lasting pleasure. to keep you from the vain  party's of youth, from the poison of Tobacco, the tease of wine,, the hype of innocent madness and to protect you even in winter when the sun dies and age is cold.
But I say mine heart is furious at thy command, like a child I play with the boundaries of thy admonitions these eyes of mine see but little danger in thy warnings, and fear not of the pits for my heart has known no pain. You look down like a eagles stares down its chicks and snatches them into safety. I wrestled violently with thy love, a kick here, a kick there, my two fists for the angel in the dead of night, rolling and punching and squeezing and twisting and bleeding  down the earth but  inevitably I burst for thy strength is more than mine weak hands, my effects not seen on thee, I give in for drain has got me bound like chords, thy presence locks me down to tears and silently, haaa  exhaustion shushes to sleep.

Verse 6
You keep me wonderfully from the daughters of  heathen nations, of the children of men, of various cultures, estranged from your ways. Their daughters are wild and untamed, they circle me like a wolf circles a prey,like a lion attempts a catch, but magic waits afar off for thy presence is great with me and thy spirit exceeds. Oh lord the age of my youth will not be like the star, or sun or moon but be vanished before noon. The thought depresses like a sickness, the mood drains like a wound and the rain pours in the season of its time. The philosopher writes to quench the thirst of his heart and sings to lift his burdened soul. The poet composes words of lament and the musician plays on his flute. All these keep check from the tide of immorality guiding me to godly praise. My words are the words of the prophets of old, I comfort in thy voice. Cause thy gift of words and sounds is a power not known,  unfathomed like a chord of heavenly realms. Selah

Verse 7
I wait on thy promises silent with slow life. I gaze on the daughters of men, they are fair, their beauty exceed and their eyes pull like magnets, their voice is appeal, and their charms excite, they attract much. But you say, do not go close, dont even touch for they will bring you down to deaths door, steal the wealth from your eyes for their is danger in their step, stay far away and shine forth your wisdom- and they will take heed and say, here is man who will not be affecting by our charm and magic spell, he wont be seduced by our beauty, he wont fall a victim to our trap- he knows the God of heaven- we have no power over such. Who is he?

Verse 8
But I refuse to take counsel even knowing the better way. I say in mine heart fire cannot harm me and acid does not burn, poison does not kill, for time is on my side and strength makes me untouchable- who can stop me! Im alive. But yet I dont neglect the former words. I roam around and play with one or two, living the life of the brave one Sampson knowing ignoring the voice of my error. I say in my heart a little fun wont steal my life, still thy barricade of grace covers jealously from the missiles of a trap. This I know in my gambling ways. My evil strays.

Mythical_Poet
Inspired
Written on the day of the Lord.
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Be Strong (encouragement). Please Read!

To all my young friends, this one is for you especially. Listen up, there is a war going on and its very serious. Maybe you would have realized by now, if you're following  the news and observing your surroundings. Its real. There is lurking desperation in the atmosphere, poisonous enough to threaten the very air you breath.The war im talking about isn't the war going on in the middle east, its not the gun-men fighting across the island- its a war for your mind. Its subliminal. And its getting more intense day by day. The Devil has a riffle aimed at your head and hes spotting you through a scope. Its good to pray and read the Bible, but sooner than later those wont be effective. You have to start hearing God and talking to him. I know how crazy that sounds. But do you think Jesus read and studied the Bible religiously when he was on earth?He often would be alone and feel alone. Get use to that.Many people may not be aware of what is coming to this world, but I am, so I have to tell you.

The Devil is playing games, he's pulling your strings and everyone will be forced to make a move for them-self. I wish the nightmare wasn't real true. I really do. God actually brought this to my attention some years ago- otherwise I might still be asleep.Thats right. This fight is individual. Every soul is to be in the boxing ring with the enemy- cornered, and it will get worse. The smell of danger is everywhere, and it only takes for one to open his/her eyes to see the smoke. The war as I mentioned is individual meaning every man for himself- its like a survival type of game, fighting for your life inside a ring like a Gladiator- its freaky! There is nowhere to run, really.The devil doesn't want you to win obviously,- he wants you to die. But he cant kill you. He can only pull your strings from a distance.He wants you to self-destruct and give in. Dont! The only way to defeat him is to believe in God.  I know you hear that alot but its exactly how it sounds.The truth is nobody can teach you how to believe in God  except God. John 3:16 says if you really believe you are not condemned, you're immune to whats happening right now. If you dont believe- your a victim already. Its that simple. Only God can make you relax in a storm.

 I dont mean to preach, infact I'd rather not write on this subject, but I feel like I have to.
Here is the mistake you cant afford to make. Dont look at people you think might be lost and say they are lost. Dont look at people you see leaving the church and say- that one is gone for sure. Only watch yourself. Only God knows where you stand with him- you have to know in yourself that God knows best. So continue and dont give-in, I know that there are few jobs and opportunities right now - but thats not your fault!That is a lie from the pits of hell- to keep you from rising. Its all a test. Illusions are never real- remember that. The devil is desperately and literally trying to steal your material prosperity and keep you down on a slave level to rot. Take it however you want but the system is crumbling quickly- time is soon up. You only have to look at the conditions of the Education system to see! Everything has a limit. A chain can only take so much weight before it pops just like that.The older generation know this, some might even feel guilty. They see the young coming up for their spot, instead of welcoming, they push us aside like we are not the leaders of tomorrow.They too are scared of the future. The point is everyone must survive. And that is the issue right now in the world. But God always provides.Understand that the whole world is watching and many are waking up from sleep. Its very serious, if you dont know already. I think ill stop right here and let God do the rest. I'll end with the words of a poem I wrote just for this subject. Its entitled,

Be Strong

God says be strong

when times get hard

be strong

for it wont be long.

Dont give in to the pressures

of the crowds, 

stand firm in mind and be proud,

for it wont be long

so be strong.

In time all he'll reveal

so with faith add patience to your zeal

be strong, and survive you will.

 Peace be upon you.

Mythical_Poet
April 6, 2012

First Conversations

If I had one chance to meet God and ask him one wish this is what it would be-

Lord,make me wiser than Solomon
God says:- I see you dont waste any time. But I already gave that to him. I cant take it back
ok, then- Make me like you
... God says:- Now wait just a heavenly minute,you know that's impossible my son- you wont survive it! There is only one God. And thats me. There is no God but me. You better believe it. I am Alpha and Omega. Which is beginning and End. I just AM.
Wow he's so confident,ok, think fast- but I thought you said all things are possible?
God says:- yes I AM, but you cannot be the most high. Sorry! That's a little ambitious. You're barely 24 years old. Do you know my age?
ok no problem then- I have decided what I want
God says:- speak up
Am I fearfully and wonderfully made?
God says: Why dont be silly- there is only one you- Martin. YES! I would know I made you! I made no one else like you. You are special to me. Don't ever forget that.
Sometimes I don't think so (tears and sobs)
God says: Maybe I can help with that. Listen, you have to start seeing yourself for what you are. You don't have much time. Now what is your wish?
my wish is- Give me confidence in who I am!
God says: DONE. Good pick. And I knew what you were thinking all along. lol

How so?
God says: You know what you're thinking right now, don't it?
yes, ya
God says: So why would you think I wouldn't know? You make me laugh at times, good.
So, you are with me then
God says: You know the answer to that. Use your brain before its too late. I put everything you need inside it. Take care of yourself, you only get one. Remember that. Live good my son and make the gift count.

Thanks. I feel confident already! I see, there is only one me like there is only one you.

God says: Remember, I cant stress it enough there is only one you. Be who I made you, and nobody else. Don't change. That's the secret to your greatness.
Later, got to go
God says: Anytime. Where are you heading so fast?
I say: you know the answer to that. lol

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Another Conversation with God

On the subject of bullying, what does God have to say? Lets find out.

God says: My son, why do you look so sad?

Jones: Its nothing.Just some school troubles.
...
God says: Whatever it is, who told you that its nothing?Come on talk to me, what is it?

Jones:Just some person, who likes to pick on people.A very bad bully making threats.

God says: Oh, Whats his name?

Jones: Id rather not say, he'll come for me!Why do I have to bow to a bully?

God says: Listen, dont do that. Only bow to me, okay? Make peace with all men. But you must stand up for yourself. Dont let him do that to you.

Jones:But I have to turn the other cheek!Thats what Jesus said. Isn't that what you said? If someone offends, turn the other cheek. If someone slaps, turn the other cheek!

God says; Okay, I see, in that case let him beat you up black and blue and take away your money, food and reputation too.Infact why dont you give him everything and bow down every-time you see him. If you do that, then I'll bully you too.

Jones:What? how can you say that? This is serious.

God says; I know it is. I just want you to think.Look, lol it is good to be peaceful, but be a man about it.Its your right to exist.What do you think I would do?
Nobody messes with me.I turn cheek often but there's only so much I can take!Been picked on since creation. Look at the Egyptians. They messed up major league. I warned them, I warned them to let my people go!But no they wouldn't listen. So I had to show them who is bad, am I mean good. I didnt start it?What kind of God do you think I AM? I wouldn't be effective very long if I was soft. Would I?
God says: Some People have no respect for me. I gave them the world and they cursed me. I had to send a flood to take care of them properly. Yes?
You know, but I love them! Look at King Nebuchadnezzar, he thought he was the man, I had to make him eat grass like a vegetarian, lol. Ye.
God says: You have to survive, son. I made all men to survive, in any weather. Live and dont be intimidated.

Jones:Well you have a point. I'll try to remember that. I wont be intimidated!

God says;Thats my boy. Be brave like David. I wont blame you for that, ok?I promise, if you stand up, he will think twice before stepping to you.But do your best to make peace.
God says: It doesn't mean you're weak, if you run away or turn cheek. But dont let him violate your space.Make him fear you too. But start with the good news of Jesus Christ, amen.

Jones:Thanks for the advice. Bye

God says: And let me know how it goes. Hmm. Im not a bully, no. I am love.

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A Conversation between Lucifer and God (In a church)

Lucifer walks into a church to see God sitting on the front seat. As he approaches, his father turns around to view him. Satan takes a seat beside God.They stare.God begins the conversation.


God; What mischief brings you here today Lucifer?
Satan:No mischief. I just came here to think. Like everybody do. I am no longer Lucifer, remember.
I have many names nowadays. People call me all sorts of things.
God: Me too. Where have you been these last few centuries?
Satan: Why do you ask questions to which you know the answer.Well, I've been trying to undo evrything
that you represent.You know that! You kicked me out and threw me to earth.
Why did you do that?
God: And now, what are you doing with time now?
Satan: Im busy destroying those creatures you claim to love. But all because you allow me, no?
But Im just tired. No matter how hard you work some people will never appreciate.
God: Tell me about it Lucifer. They blame me for everything. I do good for them
and people dont respect me. My law is perfect. Creation was perfect.
Satan: No.They will blame you for the bad always. They just wont take responsibility
for their actions?I will spoil them. I advised you not to create man! Thats what we share: we both get blamed alot for our actions. They blame me for your mistake, I blame you for theirs, but do I do anything, anything at all without you knowing?
God: Hmm, I beleived in my creation. Man is my work of art. There is still hope for mankind Lucifer
Satan: No. Mankind has given up on you. They blame us for everything. Dont you see? You made me
wonderful and I have choosen to be what I am. Those creatures of yours are confused. They play little games
with their soul and hearts. They answer to themselves. They pass judgment on men. they dont need us!
God: Lucifer, why did you rebel against me? You were my perfect creation.Son of the morning, anointed Cherrub. What happened?
Satan: I am you.There you go again, asking questions.You refuse to give me MY rights. And so I take what belongs to me.But im tired of the war.
God: So why did you start it? You may have been a rebellious son.But you chose the path you wanted to go.You gave the world the gift of music.They love you for that. But I gave myself. Listen, my son, they wont appreciate you until you die for them.
Satan: Cheers. But there is no turning back for me. I know that. I cannot change my ways!
God: So AM I. I AM a God that lives forever. I will never change. Cheers.
Satan: Dont you see? I have choosen my way. But those creatures, we only live in their hearts. They use us
for convenience. Can you blame them? They do what they must to survive.
God: Speaking of survive, you know you only have a little time, right?
Satan; Yes, so does man. His days to rule on earth are numbered. Isnt that how you made it?
God: Hmm. Three score and ten.True.
Satan: We're more like brother, you and I. You need me, just as much as I need you. Admit it.
God: I need no one. I am ALPHA and OMEGA. I was here before the world. There is no God but me. I live forever.
Satan: But you do need me. We are the same. You have followers. And I have followers. You are king of Heaven.
But I am King of earth. They love you only when its convenient to them.
God: that is not true.Look at my servant Job, there is nobody on the earth like him.
(Job story)
Satan: I agree. Job does love you. But at the end of the day, man must choose his own destiny. I did.
God: I agree. That is the freedom I've given him. I  expect nothing less.
Satan: hmm, so who is Satan without God? I gave myself that name but im still Lucifer. And you are my father.You made me. You are my creator. Isn't a son suppose to be like his father? Your other son is perfect, but I left home a long time ago.
God: So let the people decide who they will serve, so be it. After all, they are the ones with the power. Though they dont all know it. Life and death is in their hands. I promised them life.
Satan: You gave them no such. Let them choose. What I offer is greater. Good and bad is in every man.You  know! You and I need each other like night needs day. like the sun needs the moon, like winter needs spring, like male need female. We're a team- we've made headlines.Every hero needs an villain to make him great. Im the one everybody loves to hate.
Every villain needs a challenger. Thats my opinion. But this I know they're only doin it for themselves.
God: In the end there can be only one Lucifer, and that is me. Man cant vote for both of us at the same time.your days are numbered. They will do what is right, I have hope and faith in them.
Satan: Hmm, faith? Without actions, its dead.As for hope, I'll never understand that. It annoys me, to my very core.You win some, you lose some. You have your team. I have mine. What is your point. There are casualties on both sides, come on! There is no hope for man.Its my time to have the throne.
God: That will never happen
Satan: But I have to ask you, before I go. How do you do it? Why do you persist in your ways. Man does not honor you.
God: I love one day at a time.  I love them one day at a time. Patience. Thats what its about.
Satan: You know something, for enemies, we agree on many points.So be it.
God: Then let us agree on this. Listen to the word of the most high. In the end it wont even matter. Every knee will bow, including yours. Those who love me will accuse you, those who love you will  hunger for me.All creation will be one.This is my word to you. I always get my way.

 (the story is deeper than you think)

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Humpty Dumpty Nursery Rhyme

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings horses, and all the kings men
could not put Humpty Dumpty together again.



My Interpretation

First of all how did Humpty Dumpty get on the wall being so fragile? Humpty Dumpty was the only person on the wall we can assume. Humpty Dumpty was no egg but a metaphorical poem that must be understood on another level. It is possible that it was a political, economic and military system in Europe that fell apart. Humpty Dumpty may have been a king who rose to power and then lost power. Humpty Dumpty was a king who sat on a throne... this King had a great fall... the empire could not be restored because the king (leader) was fallen.

No Kingdom can stand forever as all fall sooner or later and is replaced by a new king or system. One system or way of thinking replaces the other as knowledge increases over time (technology changes culture and language)

If you can make a leader fall you can dismantle an entire organization.


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A 'Breakdown' of the Emperors new Clothes

The Emperor was a rich extravagant man who had a passion for fine wears. His desires made him drunk of the wine of stupidity and so became the target of con artists who sought to exploit a great and wealthy man. Like all Kings, he had a following of people, some common, few representatives, who worked for him. But the story is really about Hypocrisy and fear. Because nobody of all the kingdom decided in themselves to be honest and think critically they were all deceived even though they knew something was wrong. Fear blinded them from truth.Nobody wanted to stand alone and be true to their conscience because of fear of rejection.

Society is so much like this story. They say that one fool makes many; and nobody likes to look into things anymore but only to follow and not question what they follow. You can say that the people accepted the Emperors  New Clothes based on false faith because in reality they didnt see anything but were too coward to admit it. And Just like the emperor, their are many leaders in the world who mislead their followers through manipulation and fear. They make up lies and false stories which they themselves dont believe because they have a hidden agenda. They deceive the masses of people. And because most of the people have little knowledge and experience they discard common sense and follow illusions.

Luckily for those people there was a child among them who was innocent of fear and responsibility and care. He only saw the world as it appeared and he spoke the TRUTH. If anyone in that kingdom spoke their mind, they might have lost a job, position or wealth. The child had nothing to lose.

Remember this, a lie repeated long enough and accepted by many can become a truth- ignorance. There is power in numbers and the influence of one is far reaching

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