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The shades of gray are nearly infinite- mirroring attitudes regarding our sin. Degrees of separation give distinction to human perception of ugliness within. Living now in this ‘Age of Information’ has not made life much more palatable; visible is God’s Truth and Satan’s lies, as individuals determine what’s palpable. Gobs of available data doesn’t translate into experience and useful wisdom directly. Real sapience, is shown by the Holy Spirit, when the ideas of faith are under scrutiny. Biblical principles enable all to overcome corrosive powers of intellectual pollution; however, personal change, only occurs when… one has the mindset for a Heavenly solution! . . . Author Notes Inspired by: 1 Cor 2; Phil 4:4-8 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
Poem: Intellectual Pollution
Classical Trumpism: Judas makes a strong and powerful betrayal. Neo-Classical-Trumpism: *Adolph is a good friend of mine. He makes a strong                            and powerful argument regarding purity.* Contemporary Trumpism: I love and trust my little buddy, Kim. Modern Trumpism: *Vlad, whom I trust with my marriage, makes a                                    reel strong and powerful argument.* Trumpism:  Sad, Sad, Sad. Witch hunt. There was no collusion. Neo-Trumpism: *Crooked Malia and Sasha are to blame for the                             collusion with Canada, Mexico and South America*.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
Through the Ages
Every time people start to rise up, a whole buncha problematic mess gets thrown around regarding VIOLENCE. So, what is "violence" really?... It's the use of force. Plain and simple. What makes folks uncomfortable (who are otherwise comfortable in this system) is that UPRISING IS A SOMETIMES VIOLENT (read: forceful) REACTION TO SYSTEMATIC VIOLENCE: Yes, just like the Hunger Games... Thus, there are many types of violence... The fact that we are paying taxes that are funding the genocide and ****** of people of color (here and abroad) is violence. People with guns (former slave patrols and overseers, now cops) who come from outside our community and treat our folks as criminals on the daily is violence. Capitalism, i.e. wage/property/ecology-based exploitation in the name of profit is violence. The fact that LA County spends more $$ than anywhere in the world on prisons and police is violence. The fact that the US locks up more of its own people than any other country on record is violence. US aiding/funding the genocide of Palestinians at the hands of Israel is genocidal violence. From Congress, to the boardrooms, to the classrooms, from the gaze, to the unwanted touching, to the **** to the pay, Patriarchy everyday, is violence. A few people jacking some **** at Walmart or breaking a window is really minimal violence in comparison. A couple people throwing **** at armed cops is not serious violence. The idea of owning property that other must rent to live is violent. Systemic, chronic, global insecurity in the form of material poverty is violence. Wage slavery is violence. Gentrification is violence. The War On Youth, i.e. the School-to-Prison pipeline, and, thus the War-on-Drugs with its attending 76% recidivism rate in the prison-industrial complex, whose populations are disproportionately black males, is violence. The fact that people can't go to the doctor and dentist, or eat food every day is violence. Deportations are violence. Homophobia is violence. The world's largest global military that vaporizes people without due process in dozens of countries violating their biophysical and national sovereignty is violence. The United States government sanctioning the ****** of non-white, but especially Muslim bodies across the world... is violence. So, when you condemn violence, do you mean resistance? Because there is a whole lot of violence you should be condemning instead. Adapted from Emilio Lacques-Zapien
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
The fire this time
Every time people start to rise up, a whole buncha problematic mess gets thrown around regarding VIOLENCE. So, what is "violence" really?... It's the use of force. Plain and simple. What makes folks uncomfortable (who are otherwise comfortable in this system) is that UPRISING IS A SOMETIMES VIOLENT (read: forceful) REACTION TO SYSTEMATIC VIOLENCE: Yes, just like the Hunger Games... Thus, there are many types of violence... The fact that we are paying taxes that are funding the genocide and ****** of people of color (here and abroad) is violence. People with guns (former slave patrols and overseers, now cops) who come from outside our community and treat our folks as criminals on the daily is violence. Capitalism, i.e. wage/property/ecology-based exploitation in the name of profit is violence. The fact that LA County spends more $$ than anywhere in the world on prisons and police is violence. The fact that the US locks up more of its own people than any other country on record is violence. US aiding/funding the genocide of Palestinians at the hands of Israel is genocidal violence. From Congress, to the boardrooms, to the classrooms, from the gaze, to the unwanted touching, to the **** to the pay, Patriarchy everyday, is violence. A few people jacking some **** at Walmart or breaking a window is really minimal violence in comparison. A couple people throwing **** at armed cops is not serious violence. The idea of owning property that other must rent to live is violent. Systemic, chronic, global insecurity in the form of material poverty is violence. Wage slavery is violence. Gentrification is violence. The War On Youth, i.e. the School-to-Prison pipeline, and, thus the War-on-Drugs with its attending 76% recidivism rate in the prison-industrial complex, whose populations are disproportionately black males, is violence. The fact that people can't go to the doctor and dentist, or eat food every day is violence. Deportations are violence. Homophobia is violence. The world's largest global military that vaporizes people without due process in dozens of countries violating their biophysical and national sovereignty is violence. The United States government sanctioning the ****** of non-white, but especially Muslim bodies across the world... is violence. So, when you condemn violence, do you mean resistance? Because there is a whole lot of violence you should be condemning instead. Adapted from Emilio Lacques-Zapien
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At home we sit at our wooden tables Writing with wooden pencils on paper Recalling tales and forgotten fables About sad old trees turning to vapor With brutality the trees were cut down Used for their wood to meet everyone’s needs A once great forest replaced by a town And a landscape prepared for man’s crop seeds Tree dwelling animals without a home Were forced to move to a place they could live And humans realized the barren biome Had nothing to offer, nothing to give The almighty trees were the key to life Something to note when regarding this strife.
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
The Great Tree Debate
Two fine films: The Lost City and Blood Diamond. I joined Blood Diamond during a village massacre and said to my wife A gun in every home. Those devils would think twice before razing the village and seizing the boys. A well-regulated militia. The local militia the most interesting moment in a strong film with motive (economic, emotional), action (chases,       fights) and a **** sexless love story. Use of violence by the local militia for a limited purpose: protect the       community, the young from the janjaweed. The crop from the **** Limited scope and defensive posture but armed and coordinated, cooperative, the men (and the women)       side by side. Warriors at the gate, you will not run, you will not bargain. Just violence = limited scope, defensive posture. Great music. Cuba, Africa. The Lost City, when the communists tell the club owner under threat       of violence No saxophones in the band. The saxophone! Invented by a Belgian--Look what the Belgians are doing in the       Congo! When the state's violence is turned against the citizenry for non-violent acts. This quiet neighborhood, July, undergirded by violence, force. That's a given-- any farmer, custodian, EMT will tell you that. Without just violence Gandhi's scope, and King's, might be vanishingly limited, negligible (but not non-existent)?                                                        Regarding King the matter is simple -- he was non-violent but dependent upon federal force to counter the South's violence. No doubt without the larger force, the non-violent would be       overwhelmed by southern violence. Here, non-violence was a tactic, not an ethic. Gandhi, however, had no violent partner to protect him from the       British. Or did he? 1. There was the potential violence of the population, which Gandhi     restrained but could release which the British feared, and 2. It was the restrained (limited scope) violence of the British that     allowed Gandhi to exist rather than be extinguished--this restraint     was a (British) cultural imperative (limited scope) as well as     emanating from Britain's view of India as a protectorate and     valued citizen of the United Kingdom (defensive posture). What about violence or threat of violence to compel compliance with       community as in mortgage foreclosure, driving without license, drug possession. Perhaps it is necessary violence to maintain orderly commerce, the       common space, and preempt bad behaviors associated with       otherwise neutral, private acts. The defensive posture is the common good; the limited scope is       forgoing deadly force. But the citizen, too, must maintain a disciplined, armed non-violence, in case the state (the janjaweed) engages in an unjust, autoimmune       violence. Hence, a gun in every home.
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Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
A Gun in Every Home
Two fine films: The Lost City and Blood Diamond. I joined Blood Diamond during a village massacre and said to my wife A gun in every home. Those devils would think twice before razing the village and seizing the boys. A well-regulated militia. The local militia the most interesting moment in a strong film with motive (economic, emotional), action (chases,       fights) and a **** sexless love story. Use of violence by the local militia for a limited purpose: protect the       community, the young from the janjaweed. The crop from the **** Limited scope and defensive posture but armed and coordinated, cooperative, the men (and the women)       side by side. Warriors at the gate, you will not run, you will not bargain. Just violence = limited scope, defensive posture. Great music. Cuba, Africa. The Lost City, when the communists tell the club owner under threat       of violence No saxophones in the band. The saxophone! Invented by a Belgian--Look what the Belgians are doing in the       Congo! When the state's violence is turned against the citizenry for non-violent acts. This quiet neighborhood, July, undergirded by violence, force. That's a given-- any farmer, custodian, EMT will tell you that. Without just violence Gandhi's scope, and King's, might be vanishingly limited, negligible (but not non-existent)?                                                        Regarding King the matter is simple -- he was non-violent but dependent upon federal force to counter the South's violence. No doubt without the larger force, the non-violent would be       overwhelmed by southern violence. Here, non-violence was a tactic, not an ethic. Gandhi, however, had no violent partner to protect him from the       British. Or did he? 1. There was the potential violence of the population, which Gandhi     restrained but could release which the British feared, and 2. It was the restrained (limited scope) violence of the British that     allowed Gandhi to exist rather than be extinguished--this restraint     was a (British) cultural imperative (limited scope) as well as     emanating from Britain's view of India as a protectorate and     valued citizen of the United Kingdom (defensive posture). What about violence or threat of violence to compel compliance with       community as in mortgage foreclosure, driving without license, drug possession. Perhaps it is necessary violence to maintain orderly commerce, the       common space, and preempt bad behaviors associated with       otherwise neutral, private acts. The defensive posture is the common good; the limited scope is       forgoing deadly force. But the citizen, too, must maintain a disciplined, armed non-violence, in case the state (the janjaweed) engages in an unjust, autoimmune       violence. Hence, a gun in every home.
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is like no other early morning, man reborn, in the delivery room of sky blue, the offsetting water deeper bluish hue, the trim-all-around of the mixed salad greens of the staff's scrubs as they usher in unity,  with no imp-unity, the risks, while the supervisory sky, disperses cumulus clouds in peppercorn patterns of white chains, or big wide solitary brushstrokes on a a ****** canvas, gettin' the feel in the palm of the heft of brush, the viscosity of the paint, the day's palette reflecting available colors in order to create a uni~cued original of what has been painted an uncountable times before, and before… tho short weighted, was the sleep of the prior night's restful, he awakes to the early morning light, the sounds of early island rouse him, even, arouse him, for the August chill foretells of the early onset of memory loss of the peculiarities of this summered simmering, human warming and baking and natural braking of the slowing of the heart rate, to better accommodate, nature's hints and hidden reminiscences of the true purpose of the summer's intervention upon our collective and unique bottling, our individualized containers, un~lidded, uncovered, eager for the fuel of sunrays replenish- ing the length of our lives by the elixir of the summer it is a chill 63 Fahrenheit at this time of day as we crossover to the nigh day, from the cooling air conditions of dark, the occasional helicopter intrudes upon the morning's calm, the water placid, the geese honking regarding my watchful rewarding presence, a slew, a bevy, of female vocalists, to ease this transitory performance unfolding, and though one feels the existential of his solitary singularity, as he thinks, nay believes, he is the only one in attendance at this ritualized emergence, he takes in the cool of, the heat of, the admixture of both, the clashing integers of each, and he, fully invigorated, goes silent, for once more, he has uncovered new combinations of old words to accept and describe a new day's creation, miracle of miraculous, defying the odds of this ventures's success, his own continuance  on this sheltered but open all around island implanted tween two tines of land, as if all the surroundings were created just to protect this, wholly holy place… 7:00am Silver Beach Shelter Island Aug 19 2025
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Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 8:00 AM UTC
this particular day...
is like no other early morning, man reborn, in the delivery room of sky blue, the offsetting water deeper bluish hue, the trim-all-around of the mixed salad greens of the staff's scrubs as they usher in unity,  with no imp-unity, the risks, while the supervisory sky, disperses cumulus clouds in peppercorn patterns of white chains, or big wide solitary brushstrokes on a a ****** canvas, gettin' the feel in the palm of the heft of brush, the viscosity of the paint, the day's palette reflecting available colors in order to create a uni~cued original of what has been painted an uncountable times before, and before… tho short weighted, was the sleep of the prior night's restful, he awakes to the early morning light, the sounds of early island rouse him, even, arouse him, for the August chill foretells of the early onset of memory loss of the peculiarities of this summered simmering, human warming and baking and natural braking of the slowing of the heart rate, to better accommodate, nature's hints and hidden reminiscences of the true purpose of the summer's intervention upon our collective and unique bottling, our individualized containers, un~lidded, uncovered, eager for the fuel of sunrays replenish- ing the length of our lives by the elixir of the summer it is a chill 63 Fahrenheit at this time of day as we crossover to the nigh day, from the cooling air conditions of dark, the occasional helicopter intrudes upon the morning's calm, the water placid, the geese honking regarding my watchful rewarding presence, a slew, a bevy, of female vocalists, to ease this transitory performance unfolding, and though one feels the existential of his solitary singularity, as he thinks, nay believes, he is the only one in attendance at this ritualized emergence, he takes in the cool of, the heat of, the admixture of both, the clashing integers of each, and he, fully invigorated, goes silent, for once more, he has uncovered new combinations of old words to accept and describe a new day's creation, miracle of miraculous, defying the odds of this ventures's success, his own continuance  on this sheltered but open all around island implanted tween two tines of land, as if all the surroundings were created just to protect this, wholly holy place… 7:00am Silver Beach Shelter Island Aug 19 2025
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Well let’s peek into the kitchen of Lucy and Ethel to see the baking of this 7 Layer Cake On cue in take Ricky is having a party in his home regarding his 10th Anniversary in managing the Night Club called “A little bit of Cuba” He wanted something fancy Did he say fancy? There’s no telling what Lucy has baked into that cake Lucy and Ethel are busy baking away But somehow that cake is going to cause people to make a quick getaway Now remember, this is not the Pillsbury bake off, but should say “Revenge with back off” At this point, you are allowed to cough The cake is in the pan and ready for the oven As the cake is baking, Lucy and Ethel are entertaining the guest This is not at any one’s request While Lucy talks about Hollywood and show business, do you smell something burning? Luc y shouts, “My cake!” But was it too late? Lucy and Ethel rushed to the oven The cake was half burned and didn’t rise Why am I not surprised? Meanwhile, what is Lucy and Ethel going too serve for dessert? Lucy says, “I have a plan” Let’s open a can of fruit cocktail and add it inside the burned cake But Ethel stats with, “How will the guest respond?” Lucy proclaims, “Who cares, they can’t know the cake was burned Well the dessert will be served Think on eat at your own risk being observed As Lucy and Ethel serve the cake, suddenly one of the guest get sick from eating the cake Lucy of course starts to cry Yet the baking that cake was a good try Eat at your own risk said I.
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
EAT AT YOUR OWN RISK
Well let’s peek into the kitchen of Lucy and Ethel to see the baking of this 7 Layer Cake On cue in take Ricky is having a party in his home regarding his 10th Anniversary in managing the Night Club called “A little bit of Cuba” He wanted something fancy Did he say fancy? There’s no telling what Lucy has baked into that cake Lucy and Ethel are busy baking away But somehow that cake is going to cause people to make a quick getaway Now remember, this is not the Pillsbury bake off, but should say “Revenge with back off” At this point, you are allowed to cough The cake is in the pan and ready for the oven As the cake is baking, Lucy and Ethel are entertaining the guest This is not at any one’s request While Lucy talks about Hollywood and show business, do you smell something burning? Luc y shouts, “My cake!” But was it too late? Lucy and Ethel rushed to the oven The cake was half burned and didn’t rise Why am I not surprised? Meanwhile, what is Lucy and Ethel going too serve for dessert? Lucy says, “I have a plan” Let’s open a can of fruit cocktail and add it inside the burned cake But Ethel stats with, “How will the guest respond?” Lucy proclaims, “Who cares, they can’t know the cake was burned Well the dessert will be served Think on eat at your own risk being observed As Lucy and Ethel serve the cake, suddenly one of the guest get sick from eating the cake Lucy of course starts to cry Yet the baking that cake was a good try Eat at your own risk said I.
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He speaks the language of flowers Quietly toiling in his garden Digging, raking and smoothing soil, Gently coaxing nature to match his vision. He knows the bees, spiders, beetles, worms and earwigs Regarding them as friends. He follows seasons, moon and stars As others do people Enthralled at the changes they bring. He listens as the birds sing Watching with joy as Fledgling take wing.
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
He
Revelations of the heart regarding how one's money is spent echoes volumes about character and our God-given talents. For Jehovah is far from being poor; He owns the cattle on a thousand hills. He's not into ungodly extortion to keep you from paying your bills. By serving two masters, one will be dearly loved - the other sorely hated; so one can never be truly happy until settling the God and Mammon debate. The wealth of God lies in His Word. His principle of tithing is a mechanism to pour out financial blessings upon us. Therefore, purge your mindset of secularism. Jehovah desires our faithfulness to fulfill our ministry to the Earth. We won't be judged on our daily income - Know that money can never define... Our true worth. Author Notes: FYI - Mammon is the church term for the "God of money". Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
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Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 9:27 AM UTC
Poem: Giving Tithes to God
I'm worried I may Have sold My soul Oh, dear Only because of the way You make me so happy I could scream At any given moment And how In the doorway I kissed you Shaky as a newborn calf And your heartbeat Was so strong - I could feel it All over you Our breathing and touch They were so soft I thought the air conditioning Might blow us away
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Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 8:55 PM UTC
Regarding You
The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past...we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10 percent what happens to me and 90 percent how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our attitudes.
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 4:09 AM UTC
Attitude
When they saw her walking on the streets, They saw oppression, dehumanization, and inequality. Whilst they oppressed her with their vision She wore her cape of grace, her drapes of black chiffon Which also covered her face free from all the judgment regarding beauty and ideals the world was threatened by her walk Although her posture was humble She still walked with queen like grace For she was super women and her Abaya was her cape Her Niqaab was her shield form the worlds disgrace And her Hijab was the crown she wore with all her grace And she was a true woman A woman oppressed not by her faith But by society's obligations She IS a woman empowered, Empowered by her faith.
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
Empowered
Don’t be fooled regarding one’s tongue, for it has the power of life and death. Before doubting these words of wisdom, now pay attention and catch your breath… before any more idle words touch the ground. We are accountable for everything we say; Therefore, remember to think before speaking, since our reckonings will come on Judgment Day. Consciously refrain from speaking evil curses, knowing that God’s presence surrounds each soul. Undisciplined tongues unwittingly spew their venom and cause unseen damage with poisonous control. A perverse tongue easily breaks the human spirit and keeps evil, generational curses flowing. Plentiful sins roll off the tongue in the forms of: Gossiping, Tattle-telling, Slander, Lying and Boasting. Instead, give praise concerning the good things of God; speak life into situations, since healing can be attained. the reliability of The Word can be assured, for… its promises insure that ours lives can be sustained. Author Notes: Loosely based on: Prov 18:21; 1 Cor 4:20; Deu 32:47; 2 Pet 2:3; 1 Sam 3:19; Psa 12:6 Lev 19:16; Mark 4:14; Prov 15:4, 21:23; Jam 3:1-18; 2 Cor 5:10 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
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May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 8:57 AM UTC
Poem: Power of the Tongue
Can you spot those wild zebras, trotting across noisy plains of green? Can you spy them with binoculars, huddling together in familiar scenes? Can you observe these wild zebras, emblazoned with their traditional stripes? Can you recognize distinctive patterns of opposing colors of black and white? Can you form an opinion regarding the thoughts of wild zebras at play? Can any semblance of ‘Fashion Sense’ force a duality of stripes to rule the day? Can you number the size of the herd or even call out specific zebras by name? See their necks encircled by dangling whistles, as they continue… to officiate the football game. -Joe Breunig, Poet/Author, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 2:32 PM UTC
Poem: Wild Zebras At Play?
Relax. Everything's Gunna be Alright. Relax now. Deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Now remember all the Good times. Yeah, you'll be alright. Only a few more deep breaths, Until all things work out again.
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
Regarding you.
.*i guess a loss of subscriptions is, somehow, a badge of honor, namely? i somehow managed to attach a screwdriver to my words... why? read below... English women consider motherhood to be a job... how ******* demeaning! gone are the days of womanhood attaining the stature of god, in the Christian methodology of encompassing the pivot of lady Madonna... perhaps a too high peddle-stool? i guess so... i'm not usurping the female status, but elevating a female stature, deeming motherhood an UNESCO status? seems it's too much... for some people... who make it necessary to befriend their shadow, and travel to the hinterlands.* just your atypical pedantry, a translator's subscript comment - who's richard rojcewicz's... regarding what? heidegger...        das volk,       and the three derivatives - volkhaft (populist),        volklich (communal) und?            völkisch (folkish) - i'm starting to suspect that i'm tapping in the all things folk.... unconsciously, favoring folk music...    see, us central europeans, we bunch together and share the most odd similarities -    i never thought that the song herr mannelig could be translated from Swedish - as it was translated into German... then again... Vikings founded Kiev... and all these loan-words of Germanic origin in Polish...     the only Anglo loan-word that i know of, is, weekend... hence, das volk, people -    by the way... German has "too many" definite articles,    and only one ein - or eine - is that the same rule as in Ęnglish? i.e. N                  in an example,    rather than in a counter example?    two vowels adjacent in separate word, sitting across from the grand chasm of... a spacing itch? but look at German, i never get it... DAS DIE DER...              is there an aesthetic difference, and only an aesthetic difference to mind?         bewildering... if there is such a thing as a western civilization...    that sometime     pompous obnoxiousness, fair enough... no problem:    but learn to hide it,            feel it, rather then feed it... it's not a question of a civilization, but more...     an answer to what is less civilization, and more... a chore... just like western women, notably the english women call motherhood a, "job"...                    it's a... wait... a job? doubt was big in classic philosophy of the Cartesian schematic... so no one knows that the French existentialists brought in negation,     as the driving force to replace doubt?               who the hell sees doubt these days?     either the know it alles - or the hush-hush crowd...            motherhood is a... job? well... then i guess, being a man... western civilization, by that standard of logic...    can't be anything more...    than a.... ******* chore!
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC
das volk (translator's note)
.*i guess a loss of subscriptions is, somehow, a badge of honor, namely? i somehow managed to attach a screwdriver to my words... why? read below... English women consider motherhood to be a job... how ******* demeaning! gone are the days of womanhood attaining the stature of god, in the Christian methodology of encompassing the pivot of lady Madonna... perhaps a too high peddle-stool? i guess so... i'm not usurping the female status, but elevating a female stature, deeming motherhood an UNESCO status? seems it's too much... for some people... who make it necessary to befriend their shadow, and travel to the hinterlands.* just your atypical pedantry, a translator's subscript comment - who's richard rojcewicz's... regarding what? heidegger...        das volk,       and the three derivatives - volkhaft (populist),        volklich (communal) und?            völkisch (folkish) - i'm starting to suspect that i'm tapping in the all things folk.... unconsciously, favoring folk music...    see, us central europeans, we bunch together and share the most odd similarities -    i never thought that the song herr mannelig could be translated from Swedish - as it was translated into German... then again... Vikings founded Kiev... and all these loan-words of Germanic origin in Polish...     the only Anglo loan-word that i know of, is, weekend... hence, das volk, people -    by the way... German has "too many" definite articles,    and only one ein - or eine - is that the same rule as in Ęnglish? i.e. N                  in an example,    rather than in a counter example?    two vowels adjacent in separate word, sitting across from the grand chasm of... a spacing itch? but look at German, i never get it... DAS DIE DER...              is there an aesthetic difference, and only an aesthetic difference to mind?         bewildering... if there is such a thing as a western civilization...    that sometime     pompous obnoxiousness, fair enough... no problem:    but learn to hide it,            feel it, rather then feed it... it's not a question of a civilization, but more...     an answer to what is less civilization, and more... a chore... just like western women, notably the english women call motherhood a, "job"...                    it's a... wait... a job? doubt was big in classic philosophy of the Cartesian schematic... so no one knows that the French existentialists brought in negation,     as the driving force to replace doubt?               who the hell sees doubt these days?     either the know it alles - or the hush-hush crowd...            motherhood is a... job? well... then i guess, being a man... western civilization, by that standard of logic...    can't be anything more...    than a.... ******* chore!
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O My Lord, greatly blessed are You! I’m thankful and trying to express the growing gratitude within my soul; however, mere words lack the finesse to exalt Your full grandeur… properly! You are my sun and protective shield! Let your righteousness flood my soul; unto You alone, will my spirit yield. Don’t let my ignorance and sad sighing imply a lack of personal satisfaction; I’m joyful and pleased from accepting- Your Son’s, eternal gift of Salvation! I’m humbled by Your grace and power; Your wisdom defeats the inner violence that seeks to isolate me from You; quiet my thoughts with divine silence, as I focus on our ongoing relationship. Permit The Holy Spirit to blow over me with a portion of Your sacred essence; reveal the blessings that You foresee, regarding my humbled heart and life; make me sensitive to Your touch and will; teach me to be productive with my time; allow Your purpose for me- be fulfilled. . . . Author Notes Inspired by: Phil 4:6; Psa 34, 84:10-12; 1 Thes 5:18 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
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Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
Poem: My Heartfelt Benediction
The question regarding the question relies on what the question really is. If the question implied is a question directed outwardly, then it may be misinterpreted as a question to oneself internally. Otherwise, a question explicitly directed inwardly is critical to deciphering the question that one will address outwardly.   If an indirect question is questioned through the user, then the question itself becomes a metaphysical question to choose from. In the event a question is said through alternate means, consider the quantitative/qualitative state of the question at the time being; as it may be resolved by asking the question in a subconscious level indeed.   Superficial means tends to seek fundamental questions to the reality of the state one naturally possesses.   In the case where the unconscious decides the opportune event to question the conscious reality, one must interpret the means in examination of the intrapersonal mentality.   If the question is imposed through correlative thought and subliminal expression, then the question itself is related to a parallel conscious state intertwined with the unconscious state of mind of progression. If the question is relative in combination to the solutions mentioned above becoming apparent, then one has means to ask the question without questioning the question itself in disparate. Otherwise, the question continues to perplex the question through the continuation of irrelevant questions that one will have thought; creating a treacherous belief so concurrent one could not have fought. Therefore, is the reality of the question portrayed to the reality you live in or the reality of others? As this poem was conclusive to subtly evoke thought in the questions we construct. By: Michael M. De La Fuente
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
Deciphering Question
The question regarding the question relies on what the question really is. If the question implied is a question directed outwardly, then it may be misinterpreted as a question to oneself internally. Otherwise, a question explicitly directed inwardly is critical to deciphering the question that one will address outwardly.   If an indirect question is questioned through the user, then the question itself becomes a metaphysical question to choose from. In the event a question is said through alternate means, consider the quantitative/qualitative state of the question at the time being; as it may be resolved by asking the question in a subconscious level indeed.   Superficial means tends to seek fundamental questions to the reality of the state one naturally possesses.   In the case where the unconscious decides the opportune event to question the conscious reality, one must interpret the means in examination of the intrapersonal mentality.   If the question is imposed through correlative thought and subliminal expression, then the question itself is related to a parallel conscious state intertwined with the unconscious state of mind of progression. If the question is relative in combination to the solutions mentioned above becoming apparent, then one has means to ask the question without questioning the question itself in disparate. Otherwise, the question continues to perplex the question through the continuation of irrelevant questions that one will have thought; creating a treacherous belief so concurrent one could not have fought. Therefore, is the reality of the question portrayed to the reality you live in or the reality of others? As this poem was conclusive to subtly evoke thought in the questions we construct. By: Michael M. De La Fuente
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Can you spot those wild zebras, trotting across noisy plains of green? Can you spy them with binoculars, huddling together in familiar scenes? Can you observe these wild zebras, emblazoned with their traditional stripes? Can you recognize distinctive patterns of opposing colors of black and white? Can you form an opinion regarding the thoughts of wild zebras at play? Can any semblance of ‘Fashion Sense’ force a duality of stripes to rule the day? Can you number the size of the herd or even call out specific zebras by name? See their necks encircled by dangling whistles, as they continue… to officiate the football game. -Joe Breunig, Poet/Author, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
Poem: Wild Zebras At Play?
I'd last about an hour as a clerk inside a store invariably I'd shoot my mouth off about someone's daughter dressing  like a ***** or making comments about the dreadful things  consumed which would include a good 99% of the people in the room I'd eventually end up getting my lights punched  out after  *********  someone as  a fat ***  undiscerning lout or cracking  some aside regarding what comprises that crud and making faces of revulsion "you'd be better off eating mud" ewwwww, you really eat that stuff? this store should be sued for selling such bluff children with diabetes, a third of adults obese the courtesy clerk dies a little  for lack of surcease line after line of vapid consumers mindless knee-jerk impetuosity belay the rumors what's an adulterant, what's a filler? propylene glycol alginate, yum yum sorbitan mono sterate, shut up and eat it, its fun! I can't even pronounce it, much less do I  care need I be a scientist to enjoyably savor fare Go ahead and poison yourself the quirky clerk exclaimed its ever so clear you're stupid and lame stay mired in your pig-headed muck of  ignorance you're exactly what they want another brain dead consumer a regular culinary savant stuff  your face with no remorse nor heed no worries, the clerk of little courtesy knows your need he'll limply wheel  out your cart of miserable choices for you and wise-crack some snarky rejoinder then promptly get  beaten,  black and blue
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
The Discourteous Courtesy (Quirk) Clerk
"she's a simple girl" they say about me judging me upon my plain clothes, and even plainer face "she's a simple girl" they say about me judging me upon my lack of words regarding frivolous topics hair, make-up, who's dating who "she's a simple girl" they say about me judging me upon the fact that i'd rather stay in with a book curled up in bed as opposed to a wild night out downing glasses of God knows what but would they invest the effort and just a little bit of their time to try and understand the complexities of my mind *the ideas the perspectives, the roads less traveled* would they ask me what i am passionate about they would receive not a few words but uncountable volumes full of my greatest dreams and most sacred desires ask me what i love and i will tell you about how deeply i care for the concept of community humanitarianism, how my biggest dream is to bring people together if they saw the thoughts which keep me up all night *how was i created? why was i created? why me? why not? my purpose and philosophy of life? to be, or not to be? who? what? where? why?* if only they tried to look beyond the surface and dive in deep they would realize that i am no shallow pond but a raging deep ocean full of emotion and thought belief, and purpose. i am a simple girl when it comes to matters of materialism i am a simple girl when it comes to speaking my mind i am a simple girl when it comes to my lack of interest in manipulation, mind-games and gossip i am a simple girl until you stop judging me for what you see & begin understanding me for who i am
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
"she's a simple girl"
"she's a simple girl" they say about me judging me upon my plain clothes, and even plainer face "she's a simple girl" they say about me judging me upon my lack of words regarding frivolous topics hair, make-up, who's dating who "she's a simple girl" they say about me judging me upon the fact that i'd rather stay in with a book curled up in bed as opposed to a wild night out downing glasses of God knows what but would they invest the effort and just a little bit of their time to try and understand the complexities of my mind *the ideas the perspectives, the roads less traveled* would they ask me what i am passionate about they would receive not a few words but uncountable volumes full of my greatest dreams and most sacred desires ask me what i love and i will tell you about how deeply i care for the concept of community humanitarianism, how my biggest dream is to bring people together if they saw the thoughts which keep me up all night *how was i created? why was i created? why me? why not? my purpose and philosophy of life? to be, or not to be? who? what? where? why?* if only they tried to look beyond the surface and dive in deep they would realize that i am no shallow pond but a raging deep ocean full of emotion and thought belief, and purpose. i am a simple girl when it comes to matters of materialism i am a simple girl when it comes to speaking my mind i am a simple girl when it comes to my lack of interest in manipulation, mind-games and gossip i am a simple girl until you stop judging me for what you see & begin understanding me for who i am
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Regarding entitlement What is really true? Look at the contract; What are you entitled to? Who told you what, When and where, And why should anyone Besides yourself care? What are the terms of This entitlement scheme? Are they exactly as Precise as they seem? What was promised That you feel cheated? Is there an inheritance That has not been treated? Are you an heir or else A member of royalty And thus deserve to Have absolute loyalty? Are there lands and deeds You feel are owed you Or is it just that you feel Everyone is below you? It would help you and us If you could narrow this down. Do you feel you own everything And everyone in around? Do you feel we should bend And bow as you pass And that maybe we should Kiss your noble ***
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
A SENSE OF ENTITLEMENT
How to understand the importance of being alive Wake up in the early morning without anything to say about, Look forward to hearing from you my friend and would like to know what are your thoughts in the end of a sleeping night. To live is the best way of getting the most important reward for your support and encouragement. I tried to access myself and put some quality in the mystery of being alive.  My melody will be able to offer you amazing words of wisdom regarding  the importance of being able to get your free time to live your own lifetime.      We all are aware of mortality, we believe some in eternal life or can you deal with death in a fare way. ? Of course not...we started to make sure that everyone will be in touch with the fear of being out of life in a certain period of time. Life's is wondering why you should have so many worries, so much trouble, so much pain, presumably the pressure on your own. ... As life goes on I just don't know what to expect from me and to deal with so many different ways of getting the most of things, the most of life.       People are going through the process of setting difference in others people life. We have been made so far much progress in helping others to support important causes.  Men will wonder why some are so confident, positive, and so grateful. In our lives experience we can find givers and receivers. I love them all and try to keep it simple and intuitive.      Sometimes it can be found on the air gratitude, love from the heart.  Life is a good thing indeed.  Deep in so many senses. Clear like transparent water. I really don't know what you think about your own life and the place where you can find life in general.       I wake up every day full of life. People have to look close to the right to monitor the content of your choice to love and hug the offers of being able to care about life.       So look at the moment when you were born,  your name was probably pronounced.  Your parents laugh  with tears.  Your life started with joy. Victor Marques
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
How to understand the importance of being alive
How to understand the importance of being alive Wake up in the early morning without anything to say about, Look forward to hearing from you my friend and would like to know what are your thoughts in the end of a sleeping night. To live is the best way of getting the most important reward for your support and encouragement. I tried to access myself and put some quality in the mystery of being alive.  My melody will be able to offer you amazing words of wisdom regarding  the importance of being able to get your free time to live your own lifetime.      We all are aware of mortality, we believe some in eternal life or can you deal with death in a fare way. ? Of course not...we started to make sure that everyone will be in touch with the fear of being out of life in a certain period of time. Life's is wondering why you should have so many worries, so much trouble, so much pain, presumably the pressure on your own. ... As life goes on I just don't know what to expect from me and to deal with so many different ways of getting the most of things, the most of life.       People are going through the process of setting difference in others people life. We have been made so far much progress in helping others to support important causes.  Men will wonder why some are so confident, positive, and so grateful. In our lives experience we can find givers and receivers. I love them all and try to keep it simple and intuitive.      Sometimes it can be found on the air gratitude, love from the heart.  Life is a good thing indeed.  Deep in so many senses. Clear like transparent water. I really don't know what you think about your own life and the place where you can find life in general.       I wake up every day full of life. People have to look close to the right to monitor the content of your choice to love and hug the offers of being able to care about life.       So look at the moment when you were born,  your name was probably pronounced.  Your parents laugh  with tears.  Your life started with joy. Victor Marques
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