Thursday, September 27, 2012

Salty By Evie Shockley

Judy Underwood, Chasing Rainbow


Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams

I find you embedded in the earth permeating it like salt,
You add a fine white spice to my diet like salt,
At night you glisten the hot surface of my skin like salt,
you send my blood pounding through my arteries like salt.
You stick to my fingers until I lick you off like salt,
at my feet you crumple into a little spill of bad luck like salt,
You symbolize the gritty edges of my outrage like salt,
I grind you into my wounds and you taste like salt.

Monday, September 17, 2012

The Way You Think Maybe Right, So Does Your Enemy! Choose Peace Today!

Nights hang longer as autumn gets close; some folks miss those days when school is out, and no stress for exams, no need to wear long tight jeans and thick jackets. Some days are still beyond warm, they intend to stay excited before leaving for Australia.

Are you Angry about old enemy's insults? Peaceful writing or well organized demonstrations are appropriate, and affordable. To those who act up and intend to kill, please take a deep breath and stop your childish conducts. A business or a property is set up to benefit both parties under agreement, without authoritative approval, one shall not burn it to destroy order.

Yes, resentments are passed down by generations, God expects that time heals, in fact, efforts are made to form friendship between former enemies, and relation is built to seek what we can share to find joy. But, of course, we lack faith and trust although we talk, do trades, and invite each other for parties.

A dispute is a dispute, which means that settlement must be reached under mutual agreement! If one side forces the decision, the other side won't feel pleasant about the result, which leads to riots or heated problem. The way to handle it is to let it freeze, and be considerate! Don't do something to others that you never wish to receive the treatment. So in history, they hurt you very badly, now revenge maybe the solution for some, but it does not improve your own condition, thus let go, meditate, and focus on big issue. Say, okay, we decide to step back and grand your wish this time against our inner wish, this is for the sake of our own development ...but next time, when similar issue arises, please give us the advantage to make a decision, and we are not weak by doing this, we choose peace not violence.

"I don't mind dying for the cause!" someone screams! Cool, a war is a way to get things settled down, but there is no winner among wars, once blood is shed on both sides, the pain and wounds would go further and deeper. Nobody will feel better after all...when majority soldiers are forced to fight or die, their family members won't feel good no matter how good the reason is and how much they claim they love their country! Wars are not the ideal option at this point.

There are more than 100 countries, there are more than 100 ways different to express "i love you." just because the spelling and writing or sound is different from yours, which does not imply that they are wrong and you are right. Both are right in your own definition and language rules. Everything is relative and relevant.

So your branch of thinking is not the only way to live and feel happy! Respect others for their efforts, reasons, or logic to claim things!
We do have clear boundary when it comes to country, state, homes, business, and copy rights.

People from Florida, Texas, or Italy love summer weather a lot more than those who come from Seattle or New York Broadway...knowledge is power, relation is crucial, books educate us, religion calm your nerves, and peace bring in love, happiness, and hope. Choosing to battle with bullets is not a wise option!

Bless you, stay put and providence, you will be okay. Everyone is a unit with good aromas and promising talents, pedal forward to find eternity today.

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Thursday, September 6, 2012

On A Girdle By Edmund Waller : A Featured Poem image

That which her slender waist confined,
shall now my joyful temples bind,
No monarch but would give his crown,
His arms might do what this has done.
It was my heaven's extremist sphere,
The pale which held that lovely deer;
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,
Did all within this circle move.
A narrow compass! and yet there,
Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair,
Give me but what this rebind bound,
Take all the rest the sun goes round!