i am strong
i am strong
i am strong
the world knocks me down
but i am strong
i stand back up again
and face my life
without fear
i am strong
until i am not
sometimes
i get carried away
in a moment
or an emotion
and i feel everything
so intensely
that i must express myself
or drown in my own tears
i love
i love
i hate that i love
Love is elusive
Like vaseline between your fingers
It gets where you don't expect it
But rarely where you want it
Love gets abusive
When expectations are not met
When one perceives that the other
Does not love ... in the right way
Love is explosive
Sometimes like fireworks
Lighting up an otherwise dim existence
Often like a match
Sparking and then setting your world on fire
Love is emotive
If we could but get to this point
We would have beaten it
Gotten past the glitch
Rebooted the system.
Hate is the end result
When love is meted out
Like crackers with soup
Or witheld for anger
Or ignorance
Oft when the sun shines,
You don’t look
But there is always the warmth
Arms wrapped around you
Shelter from the cold
Oft when the sun shines,
It is hidden
Behind clouds of grey and white
But flowers only grow
Where the rain falls
Oft when the sun shines,
You can’t see
Yet the moon reflects the sun
Even in the dark of night
There is light
Call me luna
Call me love
Take what you wish
But give it back
Feed into me and I
Will quench your thirst
Satisfy your cravings
Fulfill your needs
Take but don't return
And one day you will reach
Into the well of my heart
To find it dry.
When the eye focuses in on its target
something for which it has searched
for as long as it has been aware
the fundamental reason for its existence
the perfect storm that guides it
that gives it life
there is a flash
nothingness filling with the sum total of the universe
nary a drop spilling
consuming and radiating
processing and creating
the abrupt cessation of everything
followed by the beginning ... of ... something.
it is found in the bright center of a wilted flower
the sparkle in an old man's eyes as he contemplates seeing his true love again
the fresh skin under a crusty wound
the heart is an organ ... and must be strong to survive the rigors
of life and love
space and time
the morning dew refreshes after an interminable night
drink and be renewed
~M
One would think that the equation for work would be ...
task / effort = productivity
and in a perfect world perhaps it is. But my world is not perfect. My world is barely comprehensible. Here is a sample Friday.
Task A, begun first thing in the morning per MonGigi's previous day's instructions, is pre-empted by Task B and followed by Tasks C, D, E, F & G. These projects combined with my daily work keeps me quite busy thruout the day, however, the results of Tasks B thru G are never required nay never even requested. My boss ... being management is not expected to be in the office on Saturday but she arrives bright and early looking like she rolled out of the wrong side of the dump truck and lands on her face. "Fires to put out," she'll say when queried about her reason for being here so early. As I am preparing for another day at work ... she asks about Task A's results. Not remembering that she pre-empted Task A with Tasks B thru G just yesterday. I cover my butt and say she'll have it in 15 minutes. When I arrive at her office to present her with the end result of the aforementioned task, she has disappeared. 3 hours later she'll show back up in her office having forgotten completely that she asked for or even ever needed the results of Task A despite the email and the copy that I left on her desk. Sometime about 3 weeks later, she'll inquire about the email and its location on the shared drive ... I'll direct her to it and re-send the email ... which she will promptly follow with an additional 3 hours worth of work to be completed in the next 15 minutes the results of which she wanted 3 weeks ago. "But, those aren't the instructions I was given," I might say. But certainly to unhearing ears ... so why bother?
Should I find this wasted effort and acquiescence on my part to be tantamount to 10 wasted hrs of every day? or should I just pretend that the work that I do is of some use to someone somewhere? I can't decide.
I published this back in 2007 on my MySpace blog ... thought I'd transition it over here.
So Christmas is upon us . I can't stand the holiday. I know I know ... you're thinking ... "But you're a Christian HOW can you hate Christmas?" Well let me tell you. First of all ... it's NOT a Christian holiday no matter how you spell it. The birth of Christ should be celebrated by ALL Christians every day. Secondly ... The festival that is now known as Christmas was actually a celebration for the Vedic Solar Deity Mitra. This Hindu deity Mitra was also worshiped by the Persians as Mithra, which later was adopted by Rome and remained even after the conversion to Christianity. There is no record of a December 25th celebration of the birth of Christ in Rome earlier than 336. In Constantinople, no record of a celebration before 378. In Alexandria, not before 400; and in Jerusalem, not before 425."How much the date of the festival depended upon the pagan Brumalia [The December 25 celebration], following the Saturnalia [an eight-day December 17-24 festival preceding it], and celebrating the shortest day of the year and the 'new sun' . . . cannot be accurately determined. The pagan Saturnalia and Brumalia were too deeply entrenched in popular custom to be set aside by Christian influence . . . The pagan festival with its riot and merrymaking was so popular that Christians were glad of an excuse to continue its celebration with little change in spirit and in manner. Christian preachers of the West and the Near East protested against the unseemly frivolity with which Christ's birthday was celebrated, while Christians of Mesopotamia accused their Western brethren of idolatry and sun worship for adopting as Christian this pagan festival."-- New Schaff-Herzog Encyclopedia of Religious Knowledge, art: "Christmas."
Let us not forget that at Mt. Sinai the people declared the celebrations associated with the "golden calf" to be "a feast to the LORD." He wanted to kill them all, and would have, except for the intervention of Moses. We cannot decide for ourselves what is right and wrong. That is what Satan wants us to do. We cannot proclaim a known pagan birthday to be in honor of Jesus, just because we think it is a good thing to do.
Christmas is nothing more than a false god. A golden calf if you will. Don't let me lie and say I don't like to get presents ... but let's face reality folks ... if it's Jesus' birthday ... then we should be giving gifts to Him ...
Mat 25:40 Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done [it] unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done [it] unto me.
So let us give to those less fortunate ... instead of going into debt and financing a huge Christmas. Honestly, I don't know how we as Christians should feel about the holiday. I am of two minds about it. Giving gifts is a wonderful feeling ... but the pervasive selfishness of this holiday is so unlike the life Christ would have us lead that I can't imagine He would want us to celebrate this way. The pagan symbols that we have also adopted ... and given new meanings to ... I am truly conflicted about their place in Christian worship.
Sorry for the rambling ... but this IS a blog afterall.
