Who wants to move to Alaska and then say that you want to tend to President Putin's LAND? I bet if he were to hear of this question he'd take care of you very well for Alaska was once part of the Russian Empire... I also bet that President Putin would let us all share equally all the oil that's there and share it for free...

To well scripted to be true. This could have been done right here in the united states on some kind of remote government installation training base.

For starters, I have been keeping a very close eye on all the things that are being said by all the parties involved and I can honestly say that what I see is, there are so many misleading's going on that I can't even count them any more. Being the somewhat writer that I am, I can see all the attempts of stating things that can be literary taking in so many different ways. I also am getting a kick out of all the words used to down play things and also the words to make things sound worse. I feel bad for the people who can not see these things because they do not know how to decipher what is being said between the lines. In speech, it all comes down to the context that is being used that will then in return, control the direction the speaker would want to steer you in.

Once again, all Putin wants is, he wants his people's Empire back and for just that alone to me, I can't blame him because even right here in the united states, the native Indians want there land back. just the same. Trust Putin does not want to destroy any land because he knows it's part of the Empire. With all that is going on now globally with the human death toll that's being attributed to the Russian military offensive that's being carried out, the outcome of what could happen will be many times fold to what the covid-19 had done to the the human race.

The ripple effect of Putin having to continue to maintain his objective is now rapidly turning into a deadly tsunami and one that will have devastating effects world wide and for generations to come. I believe that if Putin can have his peoples Empire back, he will take care of all the people that would be living in the parts of land that he wants as if they were themselves Russians.

With all the sanctions' that are being thrown all around the world along with severing the ties of international global trading and the ECommerce ability, all the different forms of international currency will soon be worthless. There will come the time where it is now time to rebuild all that was destroyed and with it I believe that there will have to be unity and acceptance of one and another between the Russian Empire, the European countries and the rest of the world. Once that happens we as a whole must all work together to somehow try to figure out how we as a human race will be able to survive on this planet.

With all the damage that has been done already, both Putin and Biden will not naturally live long enough to see everything go back to the way it was before February 24, 2022. So to both of them, it makes one wonder if they even care about what is going on. I'll admit yes that people may not have a complete liking of Putin and that's ok because everyone does have the free right to like or not like anything that they want. Example, I live here in the united states and I am forever hearing all over the streets and I'm sure that the many people who may be reading this post will agree also with me that they hear even way before this ordeal started, President Biden is someone who is not even really liked in his own country and there are also many people who want DONALD TRUMP back in the White House or my 2nd choice of Donnie Baker... ;-)

As far as currency goes, have one universal form of currency that has the same value and buying power world wide. When it comes to all the fossil fuels, it equally belongs to each and everyone on the planet because in one way or another, there is not a single person who is alive that does not have some kind of a dependency on oil or the by products that is derived out of it in one form or another. Someday there will no longer be any more fossil fuels left but before that all happens, we all would have already transitioned into a newer form of energy that would replace the dependency on fossil fuels. So till then, divide all the reserves and all the future outputs into allotments according to the countries need for free and at the gas pumps, a same monthly set amount for everyone.

Additionally, there are many places around the world that go extremely cold in the winter months it's not fair to me that people have to freeze because they can't afford to put oil in there tank. To make this all work, I believe that there will have to be a lot of give and take going on by everyone to make things happen. So if everyone wants to feel as equal as everyone else and possibly enjoy a much easier and enjoyable life, then there will also have to be a lot of free labor given in return (able working world citizen's). I mean really, what's the difference between working and getting some pieces of paper at the end of the week or given some free labor and in return, receive free fossil fuels. Because the way I see it, when you pay for something or want to buy something with money, you are really only working to pretty much be able to just survive and a huge chunk of your earnings do in fact go to the use of fossil fuels.

In closing, we as a species that is known to be hunters and gathers, we should go back to them original roots and bring back the act of bartering things for labor or personal needs like it was long ago before there was any such thing as money.

P.S. I say, split the worlds land by the 7 continent's that there are and have someone be the head of each continent, and if so, you'll then have the 7 Crowns.

Yeah I know I'm the wack job nut case babbling fool but isn't that the same thing people called a lot of other people before they became anyone of importance? Hmmm...

One good thing about all of this for me is, First I have award's in world geography, for knowledge of Countries and there Capital's, world bodies of water and many county's cultures along with their religions... I concentrate in the areas of the Middle East and also in Europe... I am learning new names of cities, how to pronounce them and where they are geographically located...

Remember, if you can think it and speak it, don't say it can't be done...

"Welcome To The Show" 😂

Till Later,
(Curt A. Rivard Sr.)

What is worse, Putin wanting to resurrect the Russian Empire for his people or the English coming over to North America to then only steal all the Native American Indians land for the British Empire?

Fleeing out of the Ukraine by your own choice is no way what's so ever even close to ever comparing to having to had suffer the walking on the trail of tears...

I find it very interesting all this talk about how President Putin is allegedly holding onto all kinds of vast amounts of grain that Ukraine claims is there's and people are starving because of it all...

Look there is only about a 800 mile difference between the Ukraines and the Philistines land so what I see going on with it all, It sounds to me that some people are having no other choice but to relive again the same kind of punishment and treatment that Samson from the Bible delt out to his enemies after they ****** him off also... play around and all that grain, it just might end up being laced with all of the nuclear fallout from the Chernobyl disaster and then what?

During the time of harvest, Samson devised a plan to retaliate against the Philistines. He caught three hundred foxes and tied their tails together in pairs. Between each pair of tails, he attached a flaming torch and let them loose within the Philistines farms. From the foxes hysterically scampering around, it cause all of the dry grain, vineyards and olive groves to burn up. This action crippled the Philistines’ source of food and economy.

To make things easy, all President Ebrahim Raisi of Iran would have to do if he really wants nuclear weapons close by to him 🤣... just give President Putin a little piece of Iran and then let Putin call it also a part of his Russian Territory because If he gave Putin a piece of land, who then can stop Russia legally from then wanting to put nuclear weapons on what will then be also called Russian land?

Iran has mega miles of mountain's all along its northern and western borders...which to me I  would think, it would be perfect place for hiding a nuclear weapon arsenal if Putin can gain a piece of land there...

Putin's drawbridge is going up just like Noah shutting the Arks door...

How many miles across is all the destruction now to get to the Kremlin by car? Bet a tank full won't make it across...  Where in the destroyed Ukraine can you again get gas at to again continue the trip to get all the way through it and safely?

odds are NEVER!

Like a water moat all around a castle, Putin is building a land moat which will be more fortified from the Kremlin  being attacked trust!

Russia is now on the attack and there never turning back. With pumping veins that are filled with ice, now the Ukraine citizens will have to pay the ultimate price.

A hibernating giant who was peacefully sleeping, is now step by step, slowly creeping. Advancing with much ease and coming from the east, beware... arising from the bottomless pit, here comes the Bible's Revelation's Beast.

Ruling with the iron fist that he has for a hand, it's all out war now, and he's reclaiming the Russian Empire's land. Don't try to call him a crazy madman, for he's only just a player living out a life's, predestined plan.

It was written in the stars long ago to have history forever remember Putin's name. After we all stab mother nature deep in her back as if everything was all just a game, she herself again, will never look the same.

Curt A. Rivard Sr.
      (2-24-22)

Hast thou not heard, seen nor read how i have made things to happen that have come to pass? And now behold I, again I, a messenger without a choice have returned.

From the very first inkling of the sun's daily shadow's that are cast upon the dial, to the complete courses of the heavenly luminary giants that light up the nightly sky as they all are making their circular orbits, you must not without any hesitation or second guessing your given internal intuition's, falter or waiver off of the balance in which your crystal compass needle rides upon that you posses within. For it is in this sacred arena, that while you are embarking through your life's preordained journey of purpose, rhyme and reason that you will experience and bear witness to many extremely amazing events and stumble upon countless fortunes of fate which will all expose the great power that you behold. Now that you are aware and are able to recognize the patterns of all things, you will then come to notice that with the passing of each and every day, you will realize that the synchronicities and their timing of all the bazaar events having occurred that you had foretold will become closer and closer and with all the more precision with each other as they all are unveiling themselves and becoming revealed to you. Given as it is an ampler and more detailed view of the daily scenes enacted right before your very own eyes you will start and begin to question and wonder that if the gift that you possess is one of a blessing or one of a curse for it is a strange phenomenon whose scope cannot be measured and origins are unknown. It is also when you finally find yourself at the crossroads of your destiny and desires you will instinctively be led upon your chosen path of travel. it is while on this course of direction that you will see and feel all the morer impulse to share with each and every person whom that you have noticed have traveled and even from afar hoping to be within a close proximity of you as you enlighten them with all the things to come and ones that had came to light that you had uttered in earlier times. With all the more foretold events occurring being witnessed by people there will be even more stiff-necked people who are extremely inflexible or obstinate to accepting the truth to what they observed as nothing more than just a modern day miracle being performed in current times. Nevertheless- in light of this fact there will be at all times many tongue-tied individuals who will be out on an inquisition searching for you and all other strange things that are happening in and all around you in their attempt to gain a significant examination to discover the truth that's evident to all the observers of these strange occurrences and the striking coincidence of the statistics whose figures are of the greatest odds of occurring in the most mysterious perturbing way immediately following the eccentricities of your thought and vocal expressions. It is during these times that you must remain on your future plight of destination even if somehow you find it hard to believe yourself that what you are witnessing is a product of your own device and creation. Since with the very slightest differences you must first of all, justify the uncenterntly and surprise of all the measures that you have conjured up by not letting your imagination play pranks with your mind through subsequent detailed bewildering events and recorded accounts in their perplexity. It is also while on your quest to gain a better understanding and knowledge of why you feel that indeed you may actually have what many claim you to have as it is often being said that, "You have been blessed with the gift". it is during these times that you will then start to experience and feel a secret grief that you have never known and one to weigh on you so heavily as your trying to distinguish and understand the similarity between the conflicting fears and the confidence you acquired all along the whiloe as your trying to cope with the matter at hand and the gravity of the situation along with conveying the notion of the ordeals and all there after effects that you foresee. By weight of comparessing, when you start to see and feel the shock or observe the pain upon the faces of those who just so happened to be around you and also at just the right time to bear witness to what had occurred immediately thereafter you gave birth to yet another forecasted event to come, you will also experience the sights of many jaws being dropped along with seeing many rivers of tears streaming down their faces and even more so from the ones who you hold closest to your heart by being thrown off their balance through there bereavement and anxiety due to the mass confusion that is now settling in as they are trying to comprehend what they had just witnessed. When these grievous feelings come upon you, take the time to remember all of the other past events that you had seen that had happened when there was no one else around to observe them happening and keep them all privately locked away and deep within your memory as one who stores up treasures for themselves. With having the licence and the key to be able to speak, think and write things into existence, one also needs to be prepared for all the tenacious individuals who will hold firmly onto their opinions as to, yes it is true to what they saw, or no, there is no such way that this can be true, in their attempt to lessen the impact of what they are feeling by continually seeking to establish the validity or find the proof and evidence. Always live and fix your mind first of all on the observed facts and the majority of the recurring feelings that arise prior to the predictions of things to come that you so perfectly put into force. it is to be noted that the gift that you possess will only come to surface when you in an instant randomly start to think or speak things aloud. the power that you behold cannot be controlled or guided and in such a way that you will be able to make anything good or evil begin to flourish and manifest into existence when you need something to happen for your benefit or that someone is asking you to do soas well. Yes, life hangs in the balance and on a thread and it is one who's fabric is ever so delicate. It is when you start to appreciate and use precautionary measures that you will feel more at ease after having a somewhat negative vision of things to come that you will find that you are unable to control if those measures are not carefully studied or applied. if you find that you have somewhat more of an imagination than the average, don't be duped by having blind faith but rather, just cast prudence to the winds and continue to move in a forward fashion with no looking back except to onl;y take the time to stop and think when you start to feel subsequent events with detailed accounts that come upon you in your new found psychological state of mind. Take notice and always accept the fact that life is meant to be a roller coaster ride and one that with all its ups and downs will come upon you faster than the speed of light. It is during this time that one needs to embrace the fact that it is meant to be enjoyed and not feared even if it seems. Moreover, as it so happens to be, with the things that have yet come that is being recorded with your anxious eyes prior to the culmination of the events prior to when they will appear you need to know and understand that these things are happening because by and large and in complete vivid contrast they necessarily need to happen so in return it can help you cope with the present state of affairs that may soon befall you.

NRUTER LLIW I

As always, Welcome to the SHOW!

(Curt A. Rivard Sr.  2024)

Separating myself from the outside world and that's my choice, as I'm penning these words, I'm listening to, my inner voice.

I'm fighting for my freedom, I'm fighting for my life, I'm fighting real hard so again I can then be with my kids, and my beautiful wife.

It's in times like these, that you feel the pain from all your falls, so no one sees my tears, I hide under my blanket and weep at night, deep within...these concrete walls.

Curt A. Rivard Sr.
2019

The song of the swallow is heard, I listen as the angel sings. Pleading for love from thee, please no more, don't cut my wings.

Words of love are written you are the author, it is your inner voice. The lessons in life you taught me, now makes my heart rejoice.

All your dreams I'll give unto you, each and everyone. You are now free to fly. Follow your heart, chase the setting sun.

If you should ever get lost along the way and later find your way back to me, it will only prove to thee... Yes, we were always meant to be.

(Curt A. Rivard Sr. 2014)

I stood there watching you as I left.  Trying hard to memorize you, knowing it would be so very important to me.
The way you looked, the way you looked.
Soon someday, I will hear your voice again and that days singing will come soon.
Man can not make a pill that would let me sleep without your memory or written erotically enough to forget about you.
These months will go by-
for all I'll remember is...
what it was, as well as, what it will be...
And that my love, you will want to see.

(Curt A. Rivard Sr. 2000)

Tonight my love, I seek out to fulfill my most passionate dream,
capturing your beauty with these words, I'm now penning this poem, for laying before my eyes, heaven has now been seen.

Thy locks of hair are finer than the finest feathers of all the flocks.

Thy eyes are diamonds that saw and found favor in thee,
my promise to you, I'll prove to you, just what you mean to me.

Thy lips are soft and taste so sweet, nothing in this world can come close to compare like when ours gently touch together and then slowly meet.

Thy ******* are well rounded and are so full of life, the love they produced sustained life, the perfect mother, my beautiful wife.

Thy hands move in such a caring way, forever will I long for there touch, each and everyday.

Thy hips have carried and brought forth fruit unto me, so deep the seed planted as were together joined as one, we will live on forever for you let me plant inside you, our very own, family tree.

Thy feet have walked side by side all along the way, never will we forget, for in all our hearts your nurturing memory will always stay.

For all that you are and for all that you have done, I just want you to know, I will always love you and you will always be... the only one.

(Curt A. Rivard Sr. 2014)

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Beatrice was the object of all his desire
Immortalized by Dante to love forever
She stole his eyes and now he walks through fire.

To see her again, he now must be clever
Overcoming obstacles along his path.              
Save me from crawling, give me wings of feather.

Nine circles this pit, I see the devil's math
Show me now, will I ever be free from here
Why this inferno, why this God burning wrath?

The sight of his love is now close, it's now near
Walking through the valley, the shadow of death
He's on a hero's journey, he has no fear.

Smitten with her beauty pure as baby's breath
He's walking all about in a flame filled haze
Remembering his vow, to love her till death.

Dragging my left hand on the wall of the maze
Can sins be forgiven, how long must I burn?
I have been on fire now for two long day's.

Tell me Lord all the things you want me to learn
Whisper to me so I will never get lost
After this quest, give her back, let her return.

So lonely, upon the flames my dreams are tossed
Shrouded in mystery she makes my heart pound
Let me, I'll care for her no matter the cost.

My hearts screaming out to her, it's screaming loud
A lifetime long ago we made a promise
From high up above she's ridding on a cloud.

Never be apart, we sealed it with a kiss
Free me from all this torment, come break the chain
Am I dreaming, how did it come to all this?

A work in progress  by Curt A. Rivard Sr.

The flowers of evil are spreading and spreading,
the pollen is blinding, as the stems are dividing.
The flowers of evil are spreading and spreading,
the vines are protecting, and the thorns are injecting.
The flowers of evil are spreading and spreading,
the roots are now squealing, for they possess human feeling.
The flowers of evil are spreading and spreading,
the Genesis 30:16 is no mistake, *** was traded for mandrake.
The flowers of evil are spreading and spreading,
the magic lies in the blossom, feigning you just like an opossum.
The flowers of evil are spreading and spreading,
the cloud now has you choking, for them you had to start smoking.
The flowers of evil are spreading and spreading,
the petals are now closing, around you who's rigor frozen.
The flowers of evil are spreading and spreading,
the nectar just took your last breath, so enjoy the dance of death.

(Curt A. Rivard Sr.)

Doubled upon me twice and within the same week
As the cloud of death overshadowed over me
I tried to shout but could not speak.
Fleeing for my life as the debris and splinters were flying all around
In the midst of all the destruction
Great hail stones were also crashing down upon the ground.
What is my trespass? What was my sin that thou has so hotly pursued after me?
For upon my heels I felt your holy power and through the matrix, I then exited my ivory tower.
Lying in a cold sweat I'm trembling and I'm shaking
My heart is sore with great pain and is also aching.
Gazing up at the ceiling, I’m searching for the reason why
If I don't learn the interpretation soon
The next time it happens, my silver cord will be loosed and I will die.
As always in need of help I go and I take a look
Thank you Lord for giving me Samson's strength to open up, my five letter book.
For there it was right before my eyes the answer was revealed to me
It has to be the truth for the Lord tells no lies.
You’ve shown me countless visions and many marvelous wonders all along my path
If I turn my sights and away from you now I know I can expect to reap
Your whirlwind wrath.

(Curt A. Rivard Sr.)

Performing autopsy's and at free will,
as I look all around, I'm very satisfied with my new thrill.

Chosen for my talents because I'm cunning with the knife, till I find the cause of all this death, in my hands, I hold, my own life.

Separated from all that I know and all that I love, all I have now is, my pet raven who follows me from high up above.

Decomposing bodies of every size and every age, to ward off the stench of death, I pack my beak with savory spices and on my hip, a bag of sage.

From the mouths of the rats the curse is told, blessing me the plague doctor with all the power I behold.

Curt A. Rivard Sr.

Have you ever loved an animal so much that it made you cry?
You fight with all your might but still you lose no matter how hard you try.
Many a year spent together, you will be missed
And yes it will take some time before I am better.
I tell myself you went off to a better place
It was a beautiful day and God gave you grace.
Forty pounds of amethyst is now your headstone
I saw the love in your eyes for they told me
I’ll be OK and I’m not alone.

4-18-15

(Curt A. Rivard Sr.)

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, for you are mine
Never let me go, grip me tight like a vineyard vine.
I love that pretty rose that your garden did grow
Betwixt those long beautiful thighs of strength
Exposing that sea shell pink jewel, I do know.

Your garden is so unique, it’s a one of a kind
Such parts are so delicate, that the slightest touch
Produces tropical showers that fill my mind.

Flowing from your meadow, and dripping from
Those soft sensitive pink rose petals,
Golden rain drops that taste O’ so sweet.

Thy lips O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb:
Honey and milk are under my tongue:
Causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak,
Every time that they meet.

I love all of your natural beauty,
And I love every lock of your hair
Swaying from a beautiful face, worthy of my stare.

How fair and how pleasant art thou. O love, for delights!
Your calm green eyes in my trance suddenly gave me visions,
Of hypnotic pupil shamrock sights!

I love your seductive soft lips,
One kiss upon them, takes me on so many trips.
My precious 1, your body is a wonderland I cannot resist,
I need for this dream to come true
And if so, I will forever do, everything for you.

You are the Garden of Eden, brought back to life
My only thought now is, I must betroth to have you,
As my wife!

Behold, thou art fair, my love:
Behold, thou art fair; thou hast,

Shamrock Eyes!

I just want to wake you up
and say I love you again
for wanting to know me.

I just want to wake you up
and say I love you again
for wanting to understand me.

I just want to wake you up
and say I love you again
for wanting to love me.

I just want to wake you up
and say I love you again
for chosing me.

But there you sleep
all quiet and beautiful
so I'll just sneak you a kiss goodnight
and show you just how much I do
in the mornings light.

The want to be Detective C. Auguste Dupin

got his theory all wrong

as to why that orangutang killed

Madame L'Espanaye and her daughter in the Rue Morgue.

They were killed because they were walked in on while having *** with a human by the jealous beast.

******* lowers humanity to nothing more than an animal, a beast which is unable to distinguish right from wrong, natural from unnatural, love from lust.

If you don't believe me then just ask King Kong.

As always welcome to the show!

My love, your love is a drug
that I will forever crave
I always will and even in my grave.
Searching for your angel's face,
my body is now craving for you
and even from behind these concrete walls.
Sleepless nights from tossing and turning
I'm suffering through all the withdrawals.
It's in times like these,
that you feel the addiction all the most
it hurts so much, that it makes you wish that you could just die and just give up the ghost.
Life is full of stumbling blocks, snares, obstacles and O' so many traps...
Please my love, I'll give my all to you
for your love is worth the greatest relapses.
Through all the trials and all the tribulations
we are still one I do see!
The Lord helped keep us together and for it a reason,
so now lets give thanks and work on our relationship recovery.
Six new moons have came and gone
since we held each other ever ever so close
Two more to go, I can't wait,
so I can then live on,
my choice of drug,
your love.
So now when I return to you
give me a love overdose.

It is
not how
many,
it is how long with the same one who you love.
(22 years to date and still counting with the same one after being picked up hitchhiking on a way to another girls house oops..)

O' no I feel them, there back again the heavy pain I feel inside my heart
when I wake up, that is when- all the shaking inside of me begins to start.
An enemy of mine who tries to win all the time never will he conquer, for I have a new plan.

Through your soothing comforting written letters I receive with all your heart felt written words. Will you keep writing, will you help me? for if not, I will surely lose this mental fight.

Overpowering what my nightmares can do I take you with me and to it, a special place daydreaming all day long and all about you.With your help I can win this insane fight till then, I tell myself, I'm not in here, I'm home with you tonight.

I hate the feelings I have all inside so no one can see me, under my prison blankets... I cry and hide:(

They were first used by the Aborigines who lived in the outback
Made out of a hard wood, if it is thrown just right it will return, come right back.
When molded out of plastic it then takes on the shape of a playful toy
Being a witness and unto all it's magic, children in amazement are now filled with joy.
As for me, I make mine out of a three by seven inch prison commissary envelope. I throw with all my might- praying that you receive all my beautiful heart felt words that are written, that's all I hope.
Envelopes soaring high and into the heavenly sky I want you to know, no longer will they ever have to take me again away and nor no longer will you ever have to cry.
Thank you so much for filling me with your loving hope,
owe it all to you-because, you threw back to me a love filled boomerang envelope.

I was in prison and protected by his loving will
as if in a trance, I visioned I was taking a test.
Studying his words so I can live out a much better life
I now see , I had to live out a predestined quest.

Reading from his book of instructions
I see I was in so many a story
(a)which is the earnest of our inheritance until the redemption, unto praise of his glory.

Day after day, minute by minute and hour hour by hour
everyday you shown me your forgiving love and I felt your Holy Power.Turning the pages for I can't help but to take a look,
I wash my hands with myrrh and every-time before I pick up your Holy Book.

Cross referencing the scriptures, the New with the Old
it's the source of my power behold, look at the energy I now hold.
Completing the circuit the electricity now begins to flow
It gives me the daily volts I need and through my faith, I now glow.

Never had I cried unto you when I found that my back was up against the wall and I know that is why I get through to you every-time, when I call. You've shown me countless signs and many marvelous wonders all along my path, if I turn my sights and away from you now, I know I can expect to feel your whirlwind wrath.

The Lord had taught me hard, but yet he taught me well and for that, this is the story to my children I will forever tell.

(a) Ephesians 1:14 KJV

Heed these words, write them upon the tablet of your mind for I have returned.

When you finally come to the point in your life and comprehend that the dreams with which you have been bestowed are to be used as a blueprint, you then and only then will win remarkable success in what ever calling that you adopt. You will begin to visualize things with a much greater understanding and you will experience sights stranger than you have ever seen before. You will know that these new visions are all true, for you will see that you have been given the ability to pick out and notice clusters of confirmations and on an imaginary scale. The fear of premonitions and ignoring notable occurrences by dismaying them all off as if they are just figments of your imagination is to be avoided. It is not out of random chance, the thought that things are bound to line up from time to time and for no apparent reason or that evolution had a major impact on us to evolve into begins to recognize pattern recognition, but rather, it is to be construed as if you have been blessed with the gift of foresight and you will notice that you are able to think and speak things into existence. Never again will you live with the fear of the unknown for you will know all. The truth of all things will manifest themselves and be disclosed to you in a vivid clear contrast. There will be many people who will find it extremely difficult to interpret what is being explained to them and in the process they will then start to display that they are trapped within there own gridlocked mind and be confused with just your mere presence. You will find that people who do not understand you will then try to get you to conform to what they see, ignore them. Life is but an enigma, one that is full of complex-ed riddles, when you accept to follow your dreams and with an open objective you will then have the opportunity to harness all its power and in return all the pieces of the puzzle will be spread out for you for your taking. Once you find the first piece, you then will be given the license required to take part of this phenomenon so you can complete life's grander picture found outside the ivory tower. You will know with all certainty that you are not dreaming and that what you are witnessing is not a mirage, that is until, the silver cord be loosed, after that, when death finds its way to sting and the grave can then claim its victory, welcome and accept a Re"quies'cat In Pa'ce.

As always, Welcome to the show!

Buckel up....

In the beginning of the college class semester we all were asked to read and inter operate:) a poem and at the end of the semester we were asked to re-inter operate:) it and see how all of our thoughts and feelings were changed after taking a class on Death and Dying. The poem is called “The Angel of Death is Always with me” by Morton Marcus. My thoughts did not change and I took over the class with my interpretation because everyone else said it is something like a reaper knocking at your door ready to take you away.

THE ANGEL OF DEATH IS ALWAYS WITH ME

The Angel of Death is always with me
the hard wild flowers of his teeth,
his body like cigar smoke
swaying through a small town jail.

He is the wind that scrapes through our months,
the train wheels grinding over our syllables.
He is the footstep continually pacing through our
chests,
the small wound in the soul,
the meteor puncturing the atmosphere.
And sometimes he is merely a quiet between the start
of an act
and its completion,
a silence so loud
it shakes you like a tree.

It is only then you look up from the wars,
from the kisses,
from the signing of business agreements;
It is only then you observe the dimensions
housed in the air of each day,
each moment;
only then you hear the old caressing the cold rims of
their sleep,
hear the middle-aged women in love with their pillows
weeping into the gray expanse of each dawn,
where young men, dozing in alleys,
envision their loneliness to be a beautiful girl
and do not know they are part of a young girl's dream,
as she does not know that she is a dream in the sleep
of middle-aged women and old men,
and that all are contained in a gray wind
that scrapes through our months.

But soon we forget that the dead sleep in buried
cities,
that our hearts contain them in ripe vaults.
We forget that beautiful women dry into parchment
and ball players collapse into ash;
that geography wrinkles and smoothes
like the expressions on a face,
and that not even children
can pick the white fruit from the night sky.

And how could we laugh while looking at the face
that falls apart like wet tobacco?
How could we wake each morning
to hear the muffled gong beating inside us,
our mouths full of shadows,
our rooms filled with a black dust?

Still,
it is humiliating to be born a bottle:
to be filled with air, emptied, filled again;
to be filled with water, emptied, filled again;
and, finally, to be filled with earth.

And yet I am glad that The Angel of Death is always
with me:
his footsteps quicken my own,
his silence makes me speak,
his wind freshens the weather of my day.
And it is because of him
I no longer think
that with each beat
my heart
is a planet drowning from within
but an ocean filling for the first time.

And This is What I Told the Class….

Adolf ****** and the **** SS come to mind after reading the clue riddled poem, “The Angel of Death is Always with me”. Hiding between the lines I find there are many reference points to the holocaust and feelings of how it might have felt from a prisoner’s point of view.

If my assumptions are valid with this interpretation as far as the relationship of “death to Life” is concerned, one would think that after witnessing all the atrocities that one saw in those concentration camps, one would almost welcome death as soon as possible as a way to escape from their living nightmare and be welcomed back into being a part of the earth so they no longer have to whisper softly, “We are the dead” and pray that they become a victim of an accident of birth.

I normally don’t comment on other people’s works in poetry for the simple fact that I try to jump into their shoes and try to understand just what it is the message they are diligently trying to convey to the reader, and in the doing of so, I feel that I might misunderstand just what it is they are trying to tell the world and in the doing of so I would then not be able to make the ranks of a poet with originality.
(SirCARSr. 4-7-14)

“Death Talk”

A. Language: The use of euphemism or metaphors to communicate a subtler or deeper meaning than those associated with a planner speech. Example, It Was Curtains- Which in one’s mind could mean, after they log the minute and tag your right toe; then then cover your peaceful corpse with clean white linen concealing your body from all the others until only the powerful certain selected one’s can watch your private encore show.

B. Music: Themes of loss and death are heard in all the musical styles. It has been suggested that death imagery rock music helped break the taboo against public mention of death. Music artists also use their talents to send out a message that somehow we all can one way or another understand and relate to.

C. In literature: The meaning of death is often explored as it relates to society as well as the individual in the form of a poem or novel. Jahan Ramazani says, “The poetry of mourning for the dead assumes in the modern period an extraordinary diversity and range, incorporating more anger and skepticism, more conflict and anxiety than ever before”. It is also how I have a safety valve after everything that I take part in. Yes some of my written works are insane but I also have a deep feeling of respect and honor along with dignity when preparing a passed loved one onto there next journey.

2. “Theoretical Perspectives”

A. Structural Functionalism- Society controls individuals through physical and material restraints, but its true power derives from moral authority. Moral authority is experienced as an external force, which takes on a sacred quality because it is experienced as unlike ordinary forces and objects. Religion arises out of ritual. It is in religious rituals that society’s moral power is most clearly felt and where moral and social sentiments’ are strengthened and renewed. All death rituals, irrespective of their substance, operate to sustain common sentiments.

B. Symbolic Interaction- is how people learn in a society to continue to and carry their specific customs and beliefs, through interactions with other members within their society by learning the practice they were taught, grew accustomed and to witness growing up.

C. Social Learning- When it comes to the topic of death along with the feelings of grief and loss, there is no singular way that an individual copes with the emotions that persist. Death is a very difficult topic to deal with, and at best we can really only hope to learn all about it. Understanding it is an undertaking all by itself, and becoming an expert on such a topic is not something that many people can say is an easy topic to talk all about. One learns social learning through demonstrations, verbal instructions and through symbolic witnessing by means of movies, television, internet, literature, and radio through music.

3. “Subcultural differences in Death Customs”

When thinking of some different subcultural differences in death customs the Asian’s African. Hawaiian an Native Indian population come to mind because although in each geographical area they all may look the same, they are actually differ in their customs because there unique tradition. Say where one group may only bury as to where the next group close only by cremation and etc… One could also think that it could be both sides of the coin when you think as to the point of it being either a comforting experience or an anxiety producing event. In my opinion it all depends all upon the individual.

4. “Myself vs. Students (quoted on taking Death and Dying Class)

After reading the students comments from taking the course on Death and Dying, I would have to agree with the consensus that I believe that a greater majority of students would have a total different way of thinking and would seek a greater outlook on their own lives along with having a better appreciation of live in general upon completing such a course.

I also think that taking a course on Death and Dying as possibly a requirement for a consideration on an early discharge from the Correctional System could lead to positive results and crime rates would then drop. Statics prove that within the prison population there are a vast number of inmates who suffer from depression of a loss of some kind that spans all crimes that are committed and is a contributing factor to their actions.

As for me, the new values that could be obtained after taking such a course were already instilled within me for many years and until recently those values have then manifested themselves and then slowly then came into true contrast.

Within the endeavors I am now slowly undertaking pursuing a degree in Mortuary Science and in the process after witnessing all that is truly entailed, I often ponder and think to myself, what is it that I can do different so I don’t meet my time anytime soon, and how can I also have many more memorable moments with my children? Because, all the gifts I have already have received now makes me wonder how many more rewards now wait around the next corner. I feel that the life I now feel I must live one should be able to be able to enjoy a comfortable one that I now dream of and if pursued diligently with a positive outlook one can harness such a life and I truly feel it is now finally, at my fingertips

Thank You for your time reading. I put a lot into this assignment.

(SirCARSr. 4-3-14)

Upon reading the article I found myself thinking that it was a topic tainting the beautiful art in the process of death. Death is something we all were born to one day or another eventually have to face whether we want to or not. Masking the process with mind altering drugs could possibly rob an individual of having a noble peaceful passing along with possible negative reactions from the surviving family members.

A question that came to mind after reading the assignment was, what was the family’s position in the decision to undertake such a treatment? Because death has a major impact on everyone left in the wake of losing a loved one.

In my current position I have to remain and always be neutral in my thoughts and if I find myself leaning one way or another I have to rebalance myself and never waiver to one side or another. In the Funeral Parlor business there are many religions that come seeking service and again I must encompass all denominations even if it is something I don’t believe in. I was never one to talk about political issues and definitely when the subjects about drugs ever come up I cannot afford to get involved with it.

In my pursuit of a higher education and working on obtaining a degree in the field of Mortuary Science I am beginning to see that my actions and reactions are now being redefined. I am also working on poise and proper composure along with training myself to think before speaking. In the field of Mortuary Science there is no room for mistakes for you only get one chance in every aspect in the business to make a lifelong memory of the situation that family’s face coming in for a service and a positive memory is what they expect.

Being a witness of the result of death on nearly a weekly and sometimes more basis, I have been entrusted and been welcomed into a community that only a select certain extremely  few individuals ever get to be a part of. There are many attributes that Funeral Directors in the field seriously look for in someone. It is imperative to always refrain from loose talk within the Funeral Home and especially in the Preparation Room and not to mention even in the public.

In last stage situations I have seen both sides of the coin and have to only accept not encourage one way or another if one chooses their avenue of departing. I’ve seen them pass away on heavy morphine and other drugs and also others stop all pain meds to go naturally and then the ones who also had no choice in the matter.

In closing, I found this assignment and subject matter extremely valuable to me because it gave me a perfect opportunity to express my true thoughts and beliefs along with practicing proper education in the field of Mortuary Science.

Death and Dying Class Assignment I received an 80 for a grade do to the avoidance of talking about the drug aspect. I feel that everyone in the class should have received a 100 because it was a reaction paper to what we all had to read.

(Sir Curt A. Rivard Sr. 1-24-14)

I thought about this paper for many weeks and just what it was I was going to write about. As hard as I can try, I can’t muster up any feelings in any shape or form. The only fear I now face is, when either my father or my girls mother who are both very close to be giving up the fight here on earth I ask myself will I even cry at their funeral and if I don’t what then will all the other family members then think of me? My only defense I guess, will be, I cried out all my tears when my brother had passed away and how he told me not to call for help as he knew he was dying on a ****** overdose. I still to this day deal with just that and how I wish I didn’t listen to what he had said.

All I remember was, when he got that 1.3M he told me he loved me, I was his dog Dollar and he was my Richie Rich and he’ll take care of me because I took care of him when everybody in the family turned him away until he got his money and that was when they all started to come out of the woodwork. Because I never took that into consideration he knew I was true to him and I had to honor a wish that he had given to me before we cashed the check. We both knew one of us probably would die as a result of it and his wish was to just let him be if things got real ugly.

I remember also how I cried all by myself in the funeral home and sat all alone in the church and that nobody in my family asked me if I was ok or even to tell me that they loved me rather then telling me I was next. I now know that they said all that only because he gave me money and tens of thousands they were.  He told me many times not to give any of the money he gave me because they didn’t take care of him for 5 years in a wheelchair like I had when he was **** *** poor and with nothing.

It is not out of hatred for not possibly being able to cry but rather I think I am now numb to such imagery. In the pursuit of the endeavor I am undertaking I am using the valuable skills I am gaining so maybe one day I will be able to possible give my children a life I feel everyone should enjoy. In the process of my newly gained knowledge in an undertaking that is shrouded in mystery to many, I am witnessing much more than the normal person could even fathom, handle, let alone I feel comprehend.

My funeral will be a private event for certain selected individuals that only my children deem fit to attend. As far as music and readings go, let them sing and speak their hearts out to me. My estate will be supervised and handled and given to my youngest son Joshua J. Rivard. I want to be wearing a custom tailored suit and without the backs cut out of them. I also wish to be placed in a full view casket till the time where I am then transported to a private location to begin the process of turning myself into a mummy.

Truly the sad part of this whole thing is, and the my hair on my forearms and on the back of my neck are tingling on their end's is, I had the true pleasure of embalming, casketing, and being a pole bearer for my elementary school teacher "Math Class with Mr.. D." (remember that poem?) and I had read his own obituary that he wanted printed for all to read in the local paper prior to his own death and here it is, my college class assignment. O' yeah, Yes I did place in his hands a scientific calculator a TI 81 it was that nobody got to see because nobody came to his awake but I filled in for the millions that should have been there for him. It also was a blessing to tell the funeral director to put him in a solid pecan wood coffin that was the most expensive and I got to keep the extra pillow and the vintage ribbon that was also inside. That is how my poem "Casket Pillow" also came to life.

(SirCARSr. 1-17-14)

Death and Dying Class assignment, Professor gave me a 90 for a grade.
Although this isn't a poem it is something I felt I owed to all my readers, Thank you all for reading and the time you spent thinking about what I had written.

Till Later, SirCARSr.....