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Easter Tolerance with a Twist of Irony

It is the year 2013.  Joshua looked like your average thirty three year old, but he was far from ordinary.  Joshua had proclaimed about three years ago that he was the son of God, and that he was to teach others the word of God.  He quickly found others willing to follow and spread his word.  But society did not believe he spoke the truth, and was corrupting others with his lies.  Joshua however did not let the others deter him from his beliefs, and his flock continued to grow.

His teachings and “miracles” that he could perform amazed his followers.  The bond between Joshua and his followers grew stronger, and in turn society ostracised and victimised him further.  Joshua only wanted to spread the word of God, and teach others how to live their lives so they could be with their Heavenly Father after death.  He gave direction to those lost, hope to the forgotten and meaning to those ill.

But Joshua did not teach the “truth” that others had inferred upon society.  Therefore society viewed him as a dangerous man, using cheap tricks and whimsical ideals to lure followers to his flock.  His was not a religion, but a cult.  A danger to the very fabric of the society we knew.  There was only one solution … a public trial and defamation.

The media hosted his trial in a series of intolerant documentaries and obscure interviews with unidentified ex-followers.  The claim that he believes himself to be the son of God mockingly repeated, just so we have no doubt of his ‘guilt’ and lack of credit.  Holy leaders are interviewed with silent laughs that paints their faces, as they politely dismiss the ‘lies’ of Joshua and we nod willingly.

Joshua remains silent throughout his trial.  The church and society find him guilty, and drag his beliefs through the dirt until those that follow are no more than blind sheep.  Publicly humiliated before finally hung out to dry in front of the world to see his ‘lies’ and that they are right.  It is the year 33AD.


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Alley – A Sestina

apologies for not updating for very long! Lots of projects and schoolwork, but the busiest period hasn’t even arrived yet! Really very sorry for my lack of discipline >< anyway hope you like this! A sestina, on how we all too often lose our way through the treacherous territory of gold and diamonds. Hope you like it, and appreciate the comments!

In the alley, I meet the Spirit
The maiden of the Fair
Night, shrouded in mist.
Claiming lives
From clutches of play
To join her in the fog

I cease to wonder what lies beyond the Fog
Do not dream, says the Spirit
No amount of prayer
Will save you. Life is not fair!
You must fight for your Life -
But wait! I spot something amiss

I walk side by side with her, mystified
Seeing people, chained in fog
Devoid of Life
Serving the spirit with their own
Never seeing daylight that’s so fair
Never seeing the fun and joy of play.

No prayer
Can help those lost in mist
Entrapped in their own fair
world of gold and diamonds and mirrors that fog
Up, haunted by the cold Spirit,
They live, but do not live

Oh, they think their Life
Is meaningful, is wonderful – but pray
tell, what wonder comes of enslavement to the Spirit?
An eternal confinement awaits, tricked by gold’s mystery
And logic denied by a fog
of details and questions, but no answers. They remember not of going to a Fair

Nor experiencing sunset so fair
No – they remember not of their past joy, but of their lives’
Golden shine. They see not the Fog
They speak no prayer
for escape. They see no mystery.
For there is the Spirit.

I emerge from the horrors of the alley, from the Spirit of the Fair Night’s play.
I have not lost my way, my life is guided by the child’s shadow, not hidden by mist
Or fog, but in the light, kindling my fiery spirit.

 

(image credits http://fatherdaughtertalk.blogspot.sg/)


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Conclusions

Whites act so superior, they’re rich and act so smug

Blacks just want a handout, and they’re all gangsters and thugs.

Mexicans, they’re taking all the jobs that should be mine

They’re dirty and they’re smelly , but their restaurants are fine.

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Christians are all haters, and they’re arrogant and loud

They want to send you down to hell, while they ride on a cloud.

Muslims are all terrorists who’ll blow us all sky high

And atheists are scary, and we hope that they all fry.

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Democrats don’t want to work…don’t want to pay their way

They only want to picket, and Republicans to pay.

Republicans are fat and sit and count up all their dough

While sitting in their easy chairs, or jets that come and go.

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Foreigners all hate us…and they laugh and call us names

Don’t call those taters ‘French fries’, you will bring us all to shame.

Can anyone be trusted then?  Does anyone remain?

Can we just stop the hating please?  We’re all sounding insane!


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One summer in wonderland ..part 5

Margie and Toms time together consisted of moments here and there stolen between classes and lunch time . They both wanted more time to spend together , only to be turned away due to one problem or another . Margie was always right at Toms side every chance she could , if it were left up to her she would be married as soon as Tom asked . He took rides from friends and met up with Margie when ever he could, still not satisfying either one of them .

The summer weather had finally warmed up , temps firmly in the high seventies and skies being cloud free . The days long and nights warm brought out the thoughts of Tom finding ways to be with his love on weekends and at night .  Tom was working on getting a car , but it was going to be a couple of weeks into the summer until it would happen .

Toms graduation also was drawing near , the only plans made for the future was speaking with an armed forces rep and not confirming anything . He had a job at a local dairy farm , but needed more money and hours working to sustain a relationship full-time . He had visited local job opportunities only to be turned down for age or lack of experience . He was beginning to hate the town he grew up in , the living was hard-earned and he wanted more.

One night at a local softball game they met , secretly walking off into a wooded area undetected . They only had a few moments before someone realized Margie was gone . They ran down a narrow pathway into a small clearing where they found somewhere to sit and catch their breath .

TO BE CONTINUED ……Thanks for likes , comments and sharing …timzauto 


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Changing lives

The guy looks around can see his own frown

He looks to the past , he lived his life fast

She wont let him go , her actions were low

He tries to confess , she wants to regress

Their thoughts that he knew  , oh how they once grew

He now figures out , the love hit a drought

Lost touch with whats real , has no more appeal

 Finally  looks ahead , his life he has shed

With new things explored , he soon finds the lord

Feelings turn around , this different life is found

 Struggles continue today , his lord wont turn him away


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Competition …out of control..?

Competing with each other , is it human nature ? We were taught as children , playing sports to win , winning is better , be a winner ! In older days we were also taught sportsmanship …to lose with as much pride as we had when winning . Competition in the last 20 years has changed , we now put more emphasis on who to blame when a loss occurs . It really goes so much further than sports , It’s in our everyday life .  Job competition ,when something happens , as simple as a change of a decision by someone , we have to spend time and money to figure out who’s to blame .  I’ve seen divorced persons competing for the love of a child . We sit back and choose sides , while the children of our future learn from us. Is this the message you truly want to send..?

I wish maybe sometimes the competing side of our race would calm down , it’s getting out of control . It’s in our government , the blame game is out of control to the point laws are being broken , broken to prove certain persons are super human and make no mistakes . Humans make mistakes , we make bad decisions from time to time , we need more understanding of human nature , we need more forgiveness rather than finger-pointing .

One of my quests in this new life of mine is to relax my competing instincts and hopefully others will too . This has been on my mind for some time , just need to get this out …


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secret war

the ugly comes out , beauty is what I see

crossed faith , retrospect is plaguing me

wind and rain , friends are few

cold steel , rigidly built reminds me of you

I’m pulling away , forces are mounting

my armageddon  coming , the days I’m counting

these thoughts take me over , I’m wasting my days

some say be patient  , I’ll find my way

this war from within , soon I’ll fight

Leaving my darkness, the continuous night

my faith will win out , my mind will say

delivered from evil , to the light of day

 


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Sunday….

Sundays here so now I pray

Earlier this week I lost my way

Not knowing where my life will lead

It’s words like his I must heed

My eyes straight ahead without looking back

I’ve reached my new life , why don’t I unpack

If I only knew its here I’ll stay

It’s Sunday again and here I pray


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Morning Walk

Walking this morning , the wind blows soothing

Branches in the trees moving slight from left to right

The sun with its warmth , makes the day fit so good

Birds all around , all the noise there singing drowns

One blink of an eye , the clouds are there

The birds themselves feel our despair

I sense my body returning into this confining room

My eyes are closed and I feel this on my face

Walking this morning , the wind blows soothing


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spin on life…

My life seems fake , like animation

It treats me as if I will never win

The world is a live, full of anticipation

My aura , my being continues to spin

 

 

Why must I always be the last one

I try to move on ,  to let this guilt go

It haunts me tonight  like death on vermin

There’ll be no end , until this deaths blow


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A Pictorial Guide To Bird’s Latest Crisis

Bird:

Sharing my thoughts through pictures…

Originally posted on Everyone Has A Story...:

Lately, I believe it would be fair to say that I’ve been on the horns of a dilemma when it comes to this blog thing. One thing that I’ve really come to value about writing here is the therapeutic nature of getting my bottled up thoughts out of my head and in front of my eyes, and the eyes of others. It tends to make the monster in my head look smaller and less destructive than I’d originally supposed.

 

I’ve been dealing with two major problems in my marriage, and as I tend to do, I keep my secrets well guarded. It is one thing to blab my own shortcomings and failures to the world…I’m okay with people taking pot-shots at me, because I embrace my ridiculous mistakes and try to use them as cautionary lessons for others. But when you’re getting into the problems that a marriage goes through…

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Outlaw Motorcycle Clubs and Honor

Chef told me back a few months ago when I started my little blogging adventure that I was bound to offend someone,

The best thing I learned from this whole club experience -- Some people live by a code of Honor.

and guess what?! Now I have. I actually blogged bout this on my site, but it occurs to me that the author of the email might have followed me from here, so I’m going to post it here too, just in case. Besides, the message holds.

For the last couple of weeks, I’ve been honored and humbled by an outpouring of personal emails that people have sent me asking for advice or saying how much a piece I wrote helped them. They always leave me in tears, plus it makes me feel useful in God’s kingdom when I can comfort someone and help them in a difficult time.

And now I’ve been scolded. For what, you may ask? I’m still trying to figure that out. This person doesn’t seem to be one of my followers, and it seems to be a dummy account because you can’t respond to it. Tsk, tsk. But, I’m not even going to use the name you used or publish the email. It really isn’t important to me to embarrass you, and in my opinion, you not even letting me respond via email back to you should embarrass you enough anyways.

Now, I’ve made it pretty clear that you shouldn’t fire off verbal grenades and not have the fortitude to identify yourself. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with having a different opinion than someone else. But when you hide, you are invalidating said opinion, and I don’t know about other people, but I can’t respect that. So, since I know you read my site, I’ll share something with you and hopefully this will put the matter to rest.

The outlaw motorcycle club seems to be a concern in this person’s thoughts. Let me tell you exactly what I think about my husband being in an outlaw motorcycle club.

Many, many years ago, before Chef was involved with this club, he was actually part of what is called a Mom and Pop club. This is mainly a riding club where motorcycle enthusiasts join up each week and ride together to different locations. It is a lot of fun, and is a good way to get to know each other. And for the most part, this group of people were just wonderful. This is the club we belonged to when I was involved in the motorcycle accident, and they were there for my whole family when we needed help. I have nothing negative to say about them.

After the accident though, mainly because of the accident, at least in my mind, I wanted some distance from the reminders, and that kind of killed the joy for me in the club. And with that death came Chef’s, because if the wife ain’t happy, neither is the husband. There was some disagreement, and the club split in half, and our half took to creating a new club.

Now, without getting in specifics, I will say that the one thing that was lacking in this “new” club was honor. Men were hitting on me behind my husband’s back, and it caused a real stir in my marriage. One thing that you have to understand about motorcycle clubs, or any clubs for that matter, is that trust has to be a central point.

It didn’t take long for that “new” club to completely implode, and poor Chef, who desires the camaraderie he once experienced in the military, was left without that important part of his life. And along came The Motorcycle Club. I’m a big one on first impressions, but I’ve learned over the course of many years that I need to gather more information before deciding yay or nay on something, and so I sat back, running my little bar, and watching these men and their women who came calling on Chef. And after some very kind and open conversations with one — Yes, that’s you Brooks– I decided that I kind of liked the structure of their honor system. I’d been told we women should never ask them questions, and in one fell swoop, Brooks invalidated that theory and let me ask the questions that I’m sure others would be offended by, and then he gently answered every single one of them honestly and openly. I’ve had less experience with honesty with pastors than I did with him. Thank you, Brooks!! Turns out, they have more honor than most Christian churches I’ve been in.

Now, let me be clear. Unless you’ve held in your arms a girl who has had her innocence stolen by an adult just so that he can get some sexual gratification, you don’t get to have an opinion about how we perceive the world. The minute that happens to a little girl…and I imagine it is even worse for a little boy…the world suddenly becomes dark, dangerous, perverted, evil. And with that perception comes an innate distrust for people…You tend to assume that everyone is selfish and that you will be annihilated if you are vulnerable. Compounded with that hurt, is having a pastor that your respect, even if you never really liked, tell you that your rape was your own fault. There is nothing you are going to tell me about only looking to Christians for the answers. I’ve learned a ton from non-Christians.

I’d read books on biker culture, scoped the internet, watched television…I definitely had a preconceived notion about who these people were and what they were about.

Then, I got to see up close and personal just how protective these people were with their young, and anyone else’s children as well. I laugh because for all the jokes about them being dumb, I find this lot of people pretty damn smart. And I watched a convicted child molester try to join. Guess what? He didn’t get very far. They have this uncanny ability to sniff out the people who hurt the innocent, and he was sent packing. I’ve watched serial adulterers join, thinking the women would be easier to lay, and those guys are gone too. I’ve watched liars join, and be escorted away from the family. In fact, I have to say that I know a ton of bikers that are professed Christians on varying levels of their walks with God. So much for judging books by their covers.

I also have watched over the years this code they live by. No lying. If you get caught lying, you’re on your way out. No stealing from a brother…You steal, you’re out. Need some help..they are givers, even if it is just their talents they have to give. My home is nice, neat, and well-maintained because of this family we are in. In turn, I take a lot of wedding pictures and Chef cooks a lot food to help out this family. No cheating with other brother’s wives…You get caught, it isn’t allowed and you won’t be staying in the family. And child molesters….just move out of town now. They don’t condone it and will handle their business. In other words, this motorcycle club taught me the meaning of honor and holding themselves to a higher standard than some Christians I know. So, please. Spare me. Unless you are in it, don’t preach to me about who I should be hanging around with. I am not gifted at leading Christians to the Lord, they are already there…. What do they need me for? I will say that I feel safer surrounded by these men in colors than I do sitting in a pew at church. And for those of you who are childhood sexual abuse survivors, you know just how hard it is to make us feel perfectly safe surrounded by people. Am I right?

I am not going to apologize to you or anyone else for being completely honest about the things that I struggle with, or the people who I have a loyalty to. This club had never done a single thing to me that they should apologize for. Are they perfect? No! But they are humans, and they deal with the same failings that Christians in the church pews deal with. Difference is, from what I can tell, they’re more honest about it to themselves and others.  I find that sharing what sins I struggle with makes me human, and it doesn’t give this image that once you are saved everything is Noodle Salad and Church Picnics. Life is hard, and it remains hard. The difference is that I feel like I have a purpose. I have a healing direction, and I have an empathy to help others head down the same healing path. I usually feel like I’m in big trouble when I die, because I do make a lot of stupid mistakes even though I know better. But, for whatever reason, God always deals really mercifully with me, and in turn, I intend to do that right back to my fellow human beings, Christian, motorcycle bikers, strippers, prostitutes, drug fiends, whatever. I love them all. I’m a firm believer and preacher of grace…Without it, you wouldn’t be getting in either!! I will continue to try to become more like Jesus, but let’s be real….I’m never going to resemble Him much…He was too perfect and very much God Reincarnated…

Hope this sets things straight. You don’t have to agree with me, and maybe I’m wrong. I don’t think so, but what do I really know anyways? And seriously, stop sending dummy stuff…that is just too weak! I have mad respect for the atheists and agnostics that disagree with me on my site (respectfully) than I do someone who shoots off fiery arrows and then hides in the trees….Seriously???? For all of you, my email is cathiemartin68@hotmail.com. I’m standing behind my opinions and beliefs.

Ok, I’ll get off my soapbox for now. :)

– Bird


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Google Knows I’m God’s Worst Child

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I just love WordPress‘s dashboard. It is fun to see the little map light up with color, or to see how many times someone looks up my gravatar. I love the breakdown of which of my many bizarre stories people have continually looked up…they are never the ones I think were my best! But best of all, is the search terms that people typed into Bing or Google that led them to my site. I have wonderful ones.

Without doubt, Disclaimer: I’m God’s Worst Child Ever is my popular article of all time. So, approximately 180 people have typed in “God’s worst child” and they’ve been directed to me. Out of curiosity, I’ve been asking random friends to type that in and see what comes up. Guess what! My article..no wonder it is doing well. My son typed the phrase in to Google Images, and my picture pulls up. I guess I’m seriously God’s Worst Child!!

Number two article is trailing behind the first one at 169 searches, and it is How My Own Brain Humiliated Me. The phrase internet explorers keep using to find this one, you ask?

Three boobs. :-)

I typed that one in, and thankfully, while it pulls up my article, I’m not number one, nor does my picture pull up under Google Images. I can live with being God’s Worst Child, but if everyone who has never seen me thinks I have Three Boobs, I’ll just die…

– Bird


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Embracing Our Own Truth

Bird:

Posted originally at Everyone Has A Story

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In my quest to catch up with the blogs that I follow, I have found some interesting things to ponder..as usual, And one thing that really leaped out at me today was about a woman who had adopted a child from another country, and was concerned about the fact that the child was adamantly refusing to embrace Christianity at the

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Map of The Christian World, with the largest Christian populations. Made from File:Muslim world map.png (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

moment, despite the best efforts of her new parents. The story reminded me of some of my fears as I was raising my two daughters and my son, and I thought it would be a good thing to write about today.

From the day my babies were each born, they were my most beloved accomplishment, and my most prized possessions. I read every parenting book that was recommended, prayed for them, adored them, and to this day, I marvel at their existence. So, obviously, I wanted with all of my heart…

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Shit, Is It Easter Already?

Religious symbols from the top nine organised ...

Religious symbols from the top nine organised faiths of the world according to Major world religions From left to right: 1st Row: Christian Cross, Jewish Star of David, Hindu Aumkar 2nd Row: Islamic Star and crescent, Buddhist Wheel of Dharma, Shinto Torii 3rd Row: Sikh Khanda, Bahá'í star, Jain Ahimsa Symbol (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It is Easter weekend. And, as you know, I’m a Christian. Which is why I want to talk today about using bad words. I love profanity, when used in the right context.

Random, right? No. Not really. Let me explain why.

I follow a ton of fellow bloggers, and a good percentage of them are good, Christian people. And Easter is a very important holiday for us. Growing up in church, going to a Christian school, and being raised by a woman hell-bent on going to heaven, I have heard every single variation of the Easter story known to mankind. The only sermon I’ve ever heard my brother preach was the Easter sermon. Yes. I know the story, and I am not disregarding what Jesus did for me on the cross. But I’m not reading too many thoughts about Easter this weekend. In fact, I’m scouring for posts with profanity in them.

I can not stand religious…(not spiritual, mind you)…tradition. I have been an unwilling recipient of religious hypocrisy more than once. I’ve been used and abused by those who would call themselves Christian leaders in the light of the sun, but at night, were nothing more than users, twisting God and His Word into something ugly and warped. Making money and building up their own arrogance by hurting God’s people.

Early on in my life, though, I found that the simplest way to weed out the hypocrites was by using a bad word. It isn’t that real Christians don’t get offended by foul language. Most do. It is because religious people immediately decide you’re a heathen and will ruin their own reputation if they are seen with you. And since I am not interested in the overtly religious Pharasee-like Christian.. (or Mormon, or Muslim, or anything else resembling religion), this works for me.

The real Christians, I find, are more likely to skip over that little shortcoming of mine, refusing to judge my eternal soul based on my inability to control every word coming out of my mouth. And so, I use it as a gauge, if you will.

I imagine Jesus will eventually put His foot down about my sailor-like mouth, but at the moment, know this. As I have yet to achieve Jesus-like perfection, especially in the area of my big, fat mouth, I am not likely to have a problem with what you struggle with.

So, I hope you have a Happy Easter, find eggs, and candy, and all that fun shit

:-) Bird

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