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when you get board just write a rhyme
something to do to pass the time
make it happy and make it bright
somethimg funny something light
write it down and you will find
all sorts of things within your mind
it can be what you want it too
what you write its up to you
just sit back and  let it go
then time as gone before you know.
Life is small
But a long journey to live.. .
It is sweet and simple
But is made passive....

Life starts from a point and ends to a point.....
Journey is not so simple
It is just to be single and somtimes mingle.....

Life is to become itself for somone
Feeling jealous for no one
And bring hapiness for evey one..

Life is a fruit
Starts from a seed and ends to a seed...
Having a motive just to feed....

Actually life can be nothing, somethimg and everything....
It's a passion to live & to enhance the qualities of a human being... ..
when you get board just write a rhyme
something to do to pass the time
make it happy and make it bright
somethimg funny something light
write it down and you will find
all sorts of things within your mind
it can be what you want it too
what you write its up to you
just sit back and  let it go
then time as gone before you know.
John Bartholomew Sep 2021
No date no time
Just in these arms of mine
Nothing could prepare you
That tea your final brew
No last words
It would have been somethimg absurd
Obviously to just make you laugh
Thundercats on TV with that ginger brat Snarf
A cartoon to throw me back to my youth
Oasis on the wireless with aint that the truth
Those final tears as we cuddle and regretfully cried
A day never to be relived again
The day I died

JJB
Ekym Reyotem Mar 2020
40-🎂

Solidarity~
I have spent your entire life right here waiting for you, so that if and when the day finally came, I would still be able to be the father that you needed me to be. And with consideration to our special circumstances, I took the position early on, that when it came to the certain perks life has a way of offering a person, that as long as you, my Daughter, were unable to take joy in those things, then when it came my turn to receive them, my only option would be to politely refuse...

Peace of mind, certainty, love & growth.
How could I accept those things?
Comfort, & joy?
Friendships, family, & freedom?
How could I, as your father, allow myself to benefit from the very same things which you have been denied?
I have lived this life, just like you have lived your life all of these years, as your Comrade & fellow prisoner of fate & it's cruelty.

I did not have to live this way, but it was all I could do to feel closer to you, and to try and make you feel less alone. You have been alive for 17 years, "Seventeen". Add up every minute, plus every second that you and I have ever spent in each others company, and it wouldn't even add up to 4 years. And that my dear child is a tragedy...
You and I have been robbed of the opportunities God gave us to make our memories together. Betrayed by the very same individuals who run around claiming they love us.The same thieves who take credit for our best efforts and accomplishments in this life, despite their best efforts to break & destroy us.
You were robbed of the blessings life can give to a young lady with a loving father there to guide her. Robbed by the monsters I allowed into your life. But given your options, (and you had none), what other choice did you have but to grow on without me? Something I remember you telling me you wished you could somehow stop from happening.

None of this has ever been, or will ever be your fault, you were given no other choice.
But I was. I did have a choice. And I chose to stand still and wait for you. I chose to survive this life, but not to move forward in it without you.
You gave me this life, you gave it a purpose and made it a life worth living, so what kind of a$$hole would I be just to go on living it all up without you? How would that have made you feel?
Meaningless & forgotten.
Expendable & unimportant.
That is what happens when you are taken away from the world, & then return to it almost a lifetime later to see how easily that world went on without you. To see how your absence made not one difference in the progression of the lives which you thought you were such an important part of.
That is the closest feeling there is to being dead. That is a cruelty that people suffer when they return home from fighting wars, or after doing time in prisons.
I could never allow myself to be a part of that.
I have gone nowhere, done nothing much at all and progressed very little, all in the name of loyalty to you. Because I'd be ****** If I was going to do anything at all that might cause us to grow any further apart than we already were.
I don't need to be happy, not without you, I don't want to be. I don't want to accomplish great things without you here with me. If I am to have anything else in this life, I prefer to get it because of the inspiration you give me. I don't want to do anything, unless I am doing it for you. Life is just better that way.

This is what I felt was fair, and in case you've never seen it before, THIS is EXACTLY what what Loyalty is supposed to look like.
They all mistook it for  failure, when it was nothing less than pure intent. What, was I supposed to explain myself to them, and have my sincerity ruined by ego, vain words, & conciet? No. Hadn't I done that enough throughout the years?
They couldn't see, after all of this time, through my love for them & my loyalty, the lengths that I would go through to stand with someone who needs me?
Wasn't anyone paying attention when I showed them year after year how:
"I'm was never bound to win,
but I was bound to be true."
How I was: "Not bound to succeed,
but bound to live by the light that I have."
How: "I stood with anybody that stood right,
stood with them while they were right,
& stayed committed to them-
even when things went wrong?"
Isn't any of this familiar?

How else could I protest what was happening to you, to us? How else could I show solidarity with my little girl being held captive so far away from home?
Everyone had the same advice "Just forget about it."
"There's nothing you can do."
"Just move on with your life and one day things will work out."

Nothing but excuses out of the mouths of the weak and selfish. The fake, fickle, slippery little fk's that they are.

"I know you!
I know the reality behind the true intent of your deeds.
I see into your Hearts!
And I can see that you are neither Hot nor Cold.
Oh how I would rather have you be one or the other!
And so, because you are Luke'Warm-
I will now spew you from out of my mouth like *****!
You do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful & poor. Blind, naked & dis-loyal.''
Revelations:3:15-17

There are choices in life, and positions to take. Injustice is rampant because more and more people remain impartial to all of the wrongs which they see happening right in front of them, they just use the excuse that "it is none of their business." Until it happens to them, then they will feel what it feels like to be forgotten.

There is always something that can be done. In this life there are sides to take, and stands to make. There is always a sacrifice that can be made. And I am a father who is incapable of pretending like I don't know my daughter is somewhere where she does not want to be. I cant ignore the fact that someone is out there waiting everyday for somethimg, somehow, to come and take her away from a place which opposes every trace of the me that is in your face when they look at you? The us that they hear in your voice when you stand up for what is fair, & for who you are? How could I not feel responsible for that kind of abuse, when I was the inspiration which fuel'd most of it?
So I made my choice. I chose to do time with my daughter, and not replace the hope that she brought into my life, with some sort of new plan which did not include her.
I am the one who chooses, for who, and for what I will live my life. And my choice was that I will live my life when in a time and at a place which suits YOU best, which benefits YOU most, and not a moment sooner.

Finally, that time is close at hand.
And after all of this time, & all of their talk, you'll see, you'll see that when they all left you behind, your father stayed right here waiting for you. I stood still for you. I made sure that your pain was My pain and I lived this life with two broken hearts,
your's💔& mine💔.
When the day comes, you will find me just the same as the day you were were taken away from me, the only difference will be, that I have only grown to need you, and to love you more, not less.
I have been waiting for you all of your life
You are the only thing I have ever had to look forward to. You are my only wish and you are my biggest dream
And I have always loved you and missed you so much, & I miss you now Prescilla more than ever😭 .
I refuse to have a Happy Birthday or a happy any-day without you.
I made you a promise, a promise I am ready to die to keep..
And make no mistake, I am still here.

Immovable-
Jerry Howarth Jan 2022
TWO SELFISH BROTHERS
This is a story bout two brothers; the older one an outdoors hunter,
the younger a buiness man. Their Father's favorite son was the hunter, their Mother's favorite son was the businss man. These two brothers didn't get along too well with each other, and were always
competing against each other for the love of their Mom and Dad.
Now listen to a onversation between the Father and his hunter son.

"My son, as you know, I am very old and have not been feeling
too good these past few weeks. I could die any day now, but before
I do, I'd like to have some more of that tasty venison that you make, one more time before I die and I will make you number one in my will."

"Ok Dad" he replied "I'll go get my bow and **** a young deer and be honored to fix you a batch of venison meat."

"Oh and uh, son keep it to yourself about the will. I don't even want
your Mother to know about it and of course your big brother."

But some how his wife overheard the conversation and secretly told
the youngr son about her husbands plans, and so contrived a scheme to reverse the plans.

"Now that big brother of yours may know how to hunt, but he doesn't know a ten dollor bill from  a hundred dollor bill. You are the buisness man in our family, and would know how to invest and trade and increase the wealth of our family. So here is my idea. Go out to the goat pen and **** two of them; I know how to fix them to taste like that garbage that your Dad likes so well, and that way he will put you first in his will."

"Gee Mom, I don't know about that plan. For one thing Dad will not be able to see who he is talking to, because he is blind, but his smell is still real keen, and that would give it away that I'm not him. No, Mom I don't think your plan will work."

Mom: "Son, just do what I tell you to do. Ive got this all figured out. Now go out to the goat pen and ****, butchure and skin out two young goats. I know how to cook them so thy taste like that venison your brother makes for your Father; he will never know know difference."

So that's what the younger brother did, exactly as his Mother instructed him to do.

Son: "But Mom, Dad will know the difference between me and  my brother, by smell and touch. For ne big difference, I am of a smoth skind man wheras my brother is a hairy skined man, and in addition, dad will know by the smell between us. He smells like the outdoors and I smell like,  well not the outside, so what's your plans for those two things?

Mom: " I've already thought about those problems, son  and I am way ahead of you. As for the smell problem, you're going to be wearing his shirt and jeans and jacket, and for the touch problem
I'll just put some of the goat skin on your hands and arms and on your neck. He will never know the dfference between you and your
brother. So let's get going on this, before your brother gets back from hunting a deer and preparing the venison meal.

This next scene takes place with young brother feeding his Father the venison meal that his Mother made from the young goats.

Father: "Well you sure made good time, son; you were not gone long this time at all."

Son: "Well" (lied the  son) Dad, I prayed to your god for a quick ****,
and he answered my prayer and sent a deer right under me, and you know how acurate I am with my bow, so I pinned him right in it's heart. Because your god blessed me wth a quick **** I had more time to dress it and prepare my venison stew. Go on Father, dig in to it. I set it right in front of you."

The father had some doubts about which skn he was daing ith, and so he did a few proof checks befor e he sarted eating.

Father: "I sure appreciate your doing all this again for me. Step ovr to me and let me give you a big fatherly hug. Excuse me son, now don't take what I'm going to say to you wrong or take offence by it, but your voice doesn't sound your elder brother's, but you have his smell about you and are hairy.    
  
Father began to eat and commented about the delisciouse stue, saying how good it was, but noted a slight difference in the taste and mentioned his fact to is son.

Son: "Oh well, I put a slight diffrent seasoning in it, I thought you might like it". He lied again to him "What do you think? Do you like it?"
Son: "Uh Father, now uh, you said somethimg about making me the first son to inhrerit your uh, you know all or the largest...."

Father: "Oh yes, I did and I will. If you you go into my office, in he roll top desk, in the right hand little pull out drawer is a key that unlocks the safe, which is actually that large photo of me standing in a field of barley. Take that photo down and behind it is the safe. To open it you need to turn the spin lock all around to the left then....."

After  father completed explaining the safe lock numbrs, his son brought him the legal papers among which, one was the Birth Rite of the oldest son.

Father: "Son, as you know I am almost blind, so you will need to bng yor Mother in to write your name in the designated line."

Mother is more then willing to come into the office, and sign her youngest son's name to the legal papers, making him the sole owner of the entiyer family estate.....
AND THE ***** LITLE SCHEME WAS FNSHED.

You have just read the true story in modern conversationof Jacob stealing his older brother, Esau's Birth Rite, as recorded in
Genesis 27:1-29.

Now let's see what spiritual applications we can gleen from this account.

I. I see Spiritual Self Will
A. Both parants waned the sgame thing for their sons. Actually God's will was for Jacob to have the leadership n the family from the *** go
Raj Bhandari Jul 2020
THE DIFFERENCES
ARE
GETTING WIDE,
SOMETHIMG JUST
BROKEN
HERE,INSIDE!

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