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6 Things True Leaders Do (2 min read) — The Millionaire’s Digest
23 Friday Sep 2016
Knighttime — We Are The Sondering
20 Tuesday Sep 2016
Beautiful Man II
17 Saturday Sep 2016
Lovely piece dear……
Many of my posts from now on might be titled Beautiful Man, and we are all going to deal with it, won’t we?
With that out the way, every now and then I feel poetic and just a few minutes ago, I came up with this one. Can’t tell you how or why. lol
Let’s Go to Lunch
Beautiful Man, come let’s go to lunch
Let’s walk into the cafe like we own it
Let’s take the table in the middle
Eat while we stare at each other
Make everyone jealous.
Let your jacket match my skirt,
Allow me to fix your tie
Eat from my plate if you wish
Hold my purse if ego permits you
Beautiful Man, come let’s go to lunch
Let’s walk down the road like it’s paved just for us to trod
Let’s just go to lunch, shall well?
Until next time, ladies and gentlemen, I’m…
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CHOICE IS LIFE
12 Monday Sep 2016
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The complete absence of choice is the complete absence of humanity. In the absence of freedom is the absence of choice and in the absence of choice is the absence of reason, which creates the most ideal atmosphere for anarchy.
Suspicion breeds curiosity and inquisitiveness is the keenness kind of knowledge creator. Simple baseless faith tends to cloud reason and render the few designated roles of human senses useless to personalized existence. Choice keeps life bubbling with its common logic. It is after all fear that compels sensible caution the most, manages to preserve all kinds of life forms, irrespective of intelligence. That most naturally reflects choice the most. As surprisingly silly an assertion as it might appear, this facile truth dandled the length and breath of life in all is ramification.
Like the borderless hues of rainbows, chioce is the true reason for change and change is the sole continuum of all life. Choice is fully absent in the peripheries of the most emotionally touching incidences that concludes a life and in the most frequent basic incident that sustains it, but it is everywhere else in all of every lifetime.
CHOICES
Winning ways sought
Speak for their sort.
In their earliest thought
They very often do not.
From many we choose
With lots more to loose
And in all this huge fuss
We thrive more confused.
So with cares of lusts
We live out their costs.
In picking from lots
Best chances are still lost.
Fever: Gentle Aching Fever (Book IV)
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The Poet in the Poem
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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: ELIZABETH O’CONNELL-THOMPSON — As It Ought to Be
10 Saturday Sep 2016
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INVITATION ONLY By Elizabeth O’Connell-Thompson When they come knocking, I take them by the hand that had been a fist moments before and show them something beautiful— a black creek in the woods, a doe’s skull in the field. I lead them just far enough away that they can still see the house, but not […]
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New Beginnings — Wood Wind & Water
05 Monday Sep 2016
RELIGIOUS RUSE
04 Sunday Sep 2016
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Most current leaders in the black race personify a notable class of people in the larger society that most profited from secular and spiritual corruption. Business men are successful because they are connected and got the most compelling undue advantage to enrich themselves. Clergymen would personify those that had become mythical in their every thought, speech and actions because of the prestige and respect they enjoy from the increasingly popularity of worshiping vague celestial divinities. It is globally the turn of black people to predominantly fear and revere everything termed sacred and the black race have since owned it, more than any other race or people before and now.
This divine slavery has advanced to such an extent that the state of superiority enjoyed by a revered deity is used only for personal advantage. Rogue tendency of being holy is currently more commonly exploited by all types among every brand of the darker races and their leaders. It is their turn to copy the old well tested antics of the white elite.
It goes to show why clergymen shouldn’t be secular politicians, no matter how many good men before had successfully done so. There are more harmful possibilities to it than there are good ones. The confessed faiths of clergymen can only be bias to their beliefs and where they must fairly administer over persons in a secular setting with competing diversely held beliefs, then they must be hypocritical in their desire to be fair, thereby failing to be true to their own faiths; the very basis for being considered ideal for public office in the first place.
Time Spirals — MairImages.ca Blog
03 Saturday Sep 2016
Tempest — SPILLED THOUGHTS
28 Sunday Aug 2016
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Trapped in my mind weighed down by a downpour of thoughts, caught up in my own whirlwind of doubts and crashing insecurities. Hard as I try I can’t seem to see past the fog past the haze past the fear My hands are too bruised to reach out and my voice can’t compare to the […]
The Circle of Life — malakhai jones
27 Saturday Aug 2016
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The pride, tentatively, walked to the water’s edge to lap up a cool drink on a hot night. Breaking the calm, water thrashed about, reaching forward, pushed by the violence, the spray lashed out in all directions. Each animal near the water’s edge instinctively reacted, as taut muscles sprung each escape. Missing it’s mark, the waters gathered […]
