Through Child’s Eyes

Through A Child's Eyes

 

Through a child's eyes, what do you see?

A life ahead, complicated like a bumblebee?

My innocent, sweet child what do you see?

Looking at the big screen, does it look like a sea?

​Does it have cats, wolves, deer, spiders trying to flee?

 

Or an elephant that has a trunk which gets in the way?

A camel that has two humps, people riding, not afraid?​

A giraffe that’s about to give birth to a calf?

Or a baby monkey who makes us really laugh?

My innocent, sweet child what do you see?

A dog that has four legs, an unconditional bud-dy?

A rabbit that has ears that flap down its sides?

A flying squirrel with a wiggly tail and likes to glide?

 

A horse that runs wild, with an untamed cry?

​A pig that has straw, sticks, bricks, a classic to buy?

​Creatures like a cow or a frog for us to enjoy?

Real birds in the air, who are swiftly flying by?

 

My innocent, sweet  child why do you sigh?

​Do you see a girl who has beautiful eyes?

A precious human being who is God's creation?

​A child who is interested in visual communication?

 

So why create animals as human beings, or vice versa?

​No need to be frightened because there is no real Ursula.

Sweet innocent child there will always be kisses and hugs.

Hoping you’ll love reading and writing to be proud of.

 

Let readers know how to respect a family.

And by the way, never lose your genealogy.

The family name is a treasure, an importance in life.

And knowing that God watches out for you in daily strife.

If you believe in Him, love Him every second of each day.

He will be there for you every step of the way.

​He will answer your prayers, wipe away your fears.

​Because He is a God who really cares.​

 

Rosemary Hovey Everson

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​Reference:  Disney's characters

 

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TOUCHED

 IT WAS A BLESSING

THAT DAY I FINALLY LEARNT THE LESSON

ALL MY STUGGLES YOU WERE TESTING

TO ENSURE MY PROPER DESTINE

THE ILLUMINESCENCE OF MY SOUL'S ASCENTION

WEARING LOVE LIKE, TROUSER SUSPENSIONS

I NEVER KNEW YOU LOVED ME SO MUCH

LIFE JUST HASN'T BEEN THE SAME SINCE YOUR TOUCH

I SKATE BOARDED ON SATURN

PROMISSING ME YOUR LOVE IN RETURN

I WENT OUT ON A DATE WITH M R. FATE

SQUARE DANCED WITH THE DEVIL

YOUR LOVE HAS SO MANY LEVELS

BY THE WAY PANDORA SAID TO TELL THEM

HOW BEAUTIFUL LOVE FELT

FILL YOUR HEART WITH LOVE,  AND PLAY THE HAND YOU WAS DEALT

BECAUSE YOU’RE LOVE WAS ALWAYS FELT

YOU TOOK MY HAND AND SAID LOOK

INTO YOUR EYES I SAID I DO

OUR SOULS THEN INTERTWINED

THE HANDS OF TIME WENT REWIND

TINY PICTURES THEN ENTER MY MIND

THEN YOU WISPERED IT'S MY TIME TO SHINE

THE KEY TO LIFE, IN MY HEART, YOU PLACED IT

AIN'T NOTHING ABOUT US BASIC

LOVE, JOY, AND HAPPINESS, MEANS SO MUCH

YOU'LL NEVER BE THE SAME ONCE YOU'VE BEEN TOUCHED

I RECTIFIED MY KARMIC

ALOT OF GIFTS, NO LONGER DORMENT

I FORGAVE AND LET GO OF LIFE'S TOURMENTS

IT'S NOT RIGHT A WAR OF TOUGGLE

MY POCKET CHAIN REPRESENTS MY STRUGGLE
NOW, I'M A LET THE TRUTH BE TOLD

I, SALUTE, RICH HOMIE QUAN, BECAUSE HE WOKE UP MY SOUL THAT'S WHEN I SAW WHAT MY FUTRE HOLDS

FEELING VIBRANTLY ECCENTRIC AN ASTRIAL PHONOMINATION, NOT TO MENTION

ASCENUATING TO DIFFERENT DIMENSIONS

STRONGLY GROUNDED, ATLANTEAN WARRIOR PRINCESS

WHO WAS STUNG BY CUPID'S ARROW

MY MIND OUT THE BOX NEVER NARROW

ALWAYS WORKING ON CALCULATED TIME

NEVER LOST, I ACTUALLY FOUND MY MIND

DRENCHED IN YOUR LOVE INTERTWINNED

LOVING YOU THERE IS NO SUCH

IRRIDESENCE OF YOUR LOVE, THIS ISN'T LUST

LIFE'S NOW DIFFERENT SINCE YOUR TOUCH

CHILDREN OF THE LIGHT

WE SHINE SO BRIGHT

WE WALK BY FAITH AND NOT BY SIGHT

THIS INDIGO KID JUST DID A BID

YOU JUST DON'T KNOW HOW I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

THE DAY I DIED WAS THE DAY I WAS TOUCHED

NO ONE HELPED OR EVEN PITIED ME

NEITHER DID I SO YOU SHOWERED ME IN SERENITY

YOUR LOVE LAST BEYOUND AND INFINITY

A HEAVENLY DEVIN ASTRAL ASCENUATED ADRENALIN RUSH

LIFE JUST HAVE'T BEEN THE SAME SINCE YOUR TOUCH

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A Special Woman and Connie Is Her Name

 

 

I met a special woman and Connie is her name

Never seen her in person just a picture on the computer screen.

She has a light within her a strength that carries her each day.

We met through the computer as writing is our passion to share our words with woman of the world

I did not know this woman had lost her children that reside in Heaven now. We connected on the computer my words she asked me to share.

Connie started a foundation DreamStrong to help young woman achieve their future dreams.

She carries the courage unsurmountable  grace and love inside to share her words with the many that have carried similar pain within their hearts.

As I think about the many people I have met in this life. Connie is that special person that came into my life.

When I have a cross that to me seems heavy think of the strength and courage that Connie has carried in her life. Thankful I met this special woman and Connie is her name!

Written in dedication to Connie Gorrel  founder of DREAMSTRONG Foundation

 

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Perfection of What Is

The noise between your ears is what makes you think the next so called fix will make life perfect, so what searching is about is trying to have things as perfect as you think they need to be instead of accepting the perfection of what is.

It’s very easy to get stuck in the habit of constantly needing to arrange life to be a certain way. One is only stuck when they are controlled by the noise that’s between your ears. As the road to happy destiny is trudged our conditioning slowly changes, but contentment should never be based on things needing to be changed. I’ve come to an understanding that life is perfect when it’s accepted as it is. I am perfect in my imperfections as is life. Until this was understood, my searching for perfection remained in place. That’s what the search is really all about anyway, trying to have things as perfect as we think they need to be instead of accepting the perfection of what is. It’s the noise between your ears that makes you think the next so called fix will make life perfect.

For me my searching ended when I understood my conditioning is not me. I don’t try to be anything or achieve a certain state, I am what I am, this is my place of peace and the great thing about this is, it isn’t dependent on anything. Read your books, sit in meditation, go to the gym, do yoga and what not, but none of these things will stop the searching, that is until it’s realized what’s here right now is what one is searching for. I’m not labeling any of these things as good or bad, but if there’s searching labels will be applied. It doesn’t have to be this way, but it will take a mind that is very settled to be aware of this. Just how does the mind settle; by sitting and developing the discipline to allow the acceptance of things as they are. When this occurs, the searching stops because one realizes they already have what they’ve always been searching for.

 

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The Empty Chair

With Christmas fast approaching I think of the empty chair. The chair that holds the memories of the loved one that once sat there. Christmas is a time for families many families struggle at this time of year. Many remember fond memories of Christmas times from the past. The laughter and the moments that were made special at this time of year! To all that have lost so many in their families our loved one's still sit on the empty chair. They sit in the chair though we cannot see their smiling faces that we can no longer see. Instead a light in everyone's heart they put deep inside us all to remember the love they hold inside. Along with the many Christmas memories they shared with us in the past. So hang an ornament on the tree for the loved one that you have lost. I like to believe they are part of the Heaven's choir at this time of year. This year celebrate the love you once shared with the person that once sat on the now empty chair.

 

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A Ballad To Makeda

Protectress destroyer of the devourer
determined believer exalted
devoted attender of Jerusalem
Expensive gifts imported
 
Anonymous unblemished innate seducer
with charisma men ensnared
Abundant purveyor of perfume and gems
virginity exotic enthroned
 
Mahogany complexion young forever
Traditional bijou adorned
Intense yet smooth cacao créme 
luxurious material attired
 
Inquisitive affair of growth as a philosopher
Epitome of equality inspired
Remarkable corona of a humane femme
Autonomous force desired
 
Black mysterious enigma reciter
Divine intelligence tested
An unprecedented surprise beneath hem
The King's compassion reciprocated
 
Haile Selassie's progenitor's deliverer
on deceptive condition rested
Thirst increased by them
While to the King's vicinity invited
 
The King became a ring provider
As the sun Israel departed
The prospective device of New Jerusalem
returned and marauded
 
Descendant became the Ark's preserver
The alliance serenity persisted
The beginner supreme Mayna Lehkem
The Israeli house established
 
Axum monarchy commercial receiver
Cherubic attraction enshrined
Headstones arise as identity's emblems
Marine momentum thine
 
Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. BY: EyesLikeBlues
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One Week Today

The only time one struggles with someone’s passing is when it’s looked at it from the point of I. There is peace in my mother’s passing and it comes from her because she is no longer suffering.

It’s been a week since my mother has passed and although she is missed, there is strength in the fact that she is now at peace. My mom suffered many years because she didn’t know how not to. She didn’t have an easy life nor did she have the tools to deal with life in a way where she didn’t carry around what happened and make it into a burden. She suffered immensely until the day she died and most of her suffering was self-inflicted only because with the tools she had in place, there was no way to get around the bondage she was in. As I sit here and reflect upon my mother’s life there’s a sense of peace in me because I know she is at peace. The only time one struggles with someone’s passing is when they look at it from the point of I, when anything is looked at from I, it’s from attachment and attachment is the root of suffering. When I look at my mother’s passing I know that she is no longer suffering and her passing was actually a blessing, my peace comes from her because it’s not about me it’s about her no longer suffering.

I’m learning a lot from this and what I’m getting in touch with is my own self created suffering and how I see it’s time for me to let go of the bondage that holds me in captivity. Everything that happens in life can be viewed as a lesson and it can be used to learn from to help one in the freedom from the bondage of self. Nobody gets out of life without going through heart ache and pain, but it’s learning from it so the attachment that’s causing the pain isn’t repeated over and over; that is key if there is to be freedom. It has been a week and I miss my mother. I’m so happy for her that she is now free and no longer has to endure the suffering that was in place, but it was only there because she didn’t have the tools to allow her to let it go.

 

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KEEP ME SINGING

Keep me singing,

as I go,

keep me singing,

in the sunshine,

or in snow or rain;

Keep me singing,

in the good times,

or in the times of pain.

Keep me singing,

while climbing life’s hills,

or when walking valleys still;

Keep me singing,

as I go,

walking on hard ground,

or wading through snow.

No matter what,

no matter where,

keep me singing as I go!

~ Winston Staples

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The Time Has Come

The time has come My new found friend Time to return to the city where it all began Purchase of a property so many years ago on the lake Working turning it into a place of beauty and design! The memories it holds as the years have passed You will always carry with you! Now is the time to be with your family and friends Leaving the solitude the lake house holds! Bright city lights now are calling your name!!It's time for you to sing again my elegant friend! Marie you are a warrior of elegance and grace . The city lights have called you home again!! It's time for you to sing again!       Dedicated to Marie                                                                                                       

 

 

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A BECKONING

Come hither, come hither, young person, to where, the pine trees grow. Come hither, come hither, young person, where the babbling brook, so gently flows. Come hither, come hither, young person, come and see, the wildflowers, in the lane, where the beautifully, beautifully grow. Come hither, come hither, young person, open the word, the wonderful word of God, it will guide you, as you travel this sod. ~ Winston Staples

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