An Amaranthine Love

A loud thunderstorm and a soft translucent rain.

Comparable to good loving.

A deep warm hug.

A tender kiss

A delicious meal.

Soft rain stirs my soul deeply into ustulation.

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Washing away my continuous growth of nemesism; from past and present days.

I feel like rain is a sign from God that we need to mindfully redintegrate our souls.

In one sentence the rain dirls my heart, mind, and soul.

I wonder if anyone else feels this way about the rain.

Please tell me you do?

That you experience theses ineffable feelings when the sky cries.

Either 1,2, 3, or 4 moods bewitch me.

  1. A deep euphoric sleep.
  2. Rapturous energy serges; fixing all melancholy in my eyes before the thunderstorm. Reminding me that my time is short and to be happy I have breath in my lungs. No matter my frustrations the rain renews my joy. It signals an unspoken promise that’s etched across my heart. ( Have joy in the midst of this worlds sorrow!)
  3. Equanimity; a yearning to stop all things and meditate.

Seek out calmness. Composure, of breath and watch the rain fall down my windows as I drive. Upon my skin, starting with the palms of my hands. Praying to be cleansed, as I reach out and over my porch.

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4. A deep mourning. I cry for No other reason than to let out emotions sometimes. Can’t pinpoint it to anger or frustration. The rain just calls me to cry and both sing sometimes. I don’t know if I’m crying for lost souls or for my soon to come frustration once the rain stops. But I can say it’s from the heart, slow and one by one. As if the result of each and every thought I hold dear.

Hopefully, it’s not just me, although me and rain we go way back.

We will always share our amaranthine Love.

Even in death, I’ll welcome it to my corpse.

Fall on my grave top, seep and penetrate my tomb.

Oh, how I love rain.

And he loves me too.

Diligently and sweet…

Through heartache and grief…

Rain sweeps me off of my feet.

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Mortgaged Time

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No time. why do we feel like we don’t have the time to advocate for things and people that we believe are important?

  •  Primed to mortgage our time on superficial occupations.

We live out our days on this earth going to school religiously to get our ideal job. Then we date frantically to find our harmonious spouse. And then we squabble vehemently to provide for our perfect family.

  • There is never enough time for everything.

With careers, schooling, and families, plus our necessary leisure time to rejuvenate. There is never enough time to do the things we know are important but are convinced has no benefit other than emotional gratification.

 

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Warning made up the following scenario:

Everyday Janet drives to work at her local DMV center. In her routine day, she realizes that customers are complaining about how the new law requires them to have the best car insurance financially possible. They have to submit a portfolio of their income and expenses. Proving that they’re spending the most they can afford. All in hopes of decreasing the number of underinsured drivers being sued during car accident claim disputes.

Janet can relate with the clients that this is invasive, and she complains to clients daily. Janet also talks about the new requirement with her coworkers. Although Janet is aware of the impeachments of American citizens rights. She has the thought of not only complaining but to jump into action; she tells herself she hasn’t the time to look into the validity of her feelings. Nor does she believe her protesting will be pervasive in changing the new requirement.

  • No longer complaining but acting.

“Small steps equal huge Journies”

 

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You do not have to abandon your job, family and leisure time to be an advocate against world problems. Somehow we have contrived in our minds and applied these thoughts to our schedule that it takes so much time and long spurts of effort to succeed.

  1. Janet only needs to commit thirty minutes a day on her lunch break to look into how to go about changing laws as a citizen of Little Rock.
  2. Make a list of what she thinks is required to change the new law.
  3. What constitutes “illegal law practices”?
  4. How have people in the past changed laws that were voted into everyday play?

The more she knows and looks into answering her questions, the less she will feel her desired end result is impossible for her to accomplish.

  • Praise and Envy to the Devoted Protesters/Advocates.

Deep within us, we can acknowledge the praiseworthiness of people who will advocate and not only complain about problems in life. Secret Envy of individuals who dedicate their lives to “The Cause”. Regardless of societies pressure’s; telling them to put their picket signs down and join the local job force.

  • Mainstream Media has Victimized Our Minds Into Thinking of only Extremities.

Either you went to school and you work the “nine to five” plus occasional overtime. Or you are a whimsical emotionally driven human, who refuses to earn a proper living. All because you utilize your education to irritate, in hopes of reformation.

 

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We are constantly prapelled to respond to abominations and outcries of those mutilated, yet we can’t find the time to become a protester. Who constantly utilize their free time or prioritizes all of their time to better the world.

  • Under-Estimating The Importance Of Emotional Gratification, Incurred by Acting upon our desire to change the World.

Incomplete, our feelings when we suppress our innate urge to campaign and rally change.

 

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Feeling Stuck…

Symptoms of suppressed Desires:

  1. Anxiety
  2. Slight/Light depression
  3. Muscle tension
  4. Unsettled; mentally and physically. Feeling the need to busy yourself constantly resulting in empty feelings.
  • Positive Manifestations derived from the Evolution of Human Urges.

All human desires are not promiscuous/evil. Nor do they lead you away from normal operations in life.

Alleviation of our connate calling to reform the world into a better place causes:

 

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  1. Effective
  2. In control
  3. Efficient
  4. Influential
  5. Complete
  6. Empowered
  7. Enriched with awareness of life’s purpose emotions.

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Sisu….

Ambitions got a hold on me.

It’s burning in my chest.

Eating and consuming my flesh.

Tears gleaming in my eyes, begging for success.

 

Jittery, an explosion of massive energy.

This isn’t greed, Its determination of a dream.

A manifestation.

I’ve got grit signed throughout my genes.

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Fulfillment of a proclamation.

Declaration of my previously mentioned assertation.

 

Not just verbal affirmation.

Self-driven, accumulation.

Ambitions got a knife to my throat. He even told me he’s been assigned not to let me go.

I don’t know why? I’ve got my own gun to his head.

I’ll succeed and then we can die.

I repeat this is not fueled by greed.

There’s no ambiguity nor ambivalence.

The feeling is immensely concrete.

God himself made it into a decree.

It’s written in ancient stone, fear has to flee.

There’s no space in my stomach for butterflies.

I’m filled and spilling over with ingenuity.

My mission can’t be compromised.

For the last time, this is not greed.

Just a fulfillment of intuition.

A conviction as I try to express my predisposed inner-mission.

I ingress, not simply definied as ambition.

I’ve got zeal, ammunition, hunger, and lots of time plus commitment.

I am a manifestation of the law of attraction.

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You can characterize it as my genetic predisposition.

Each heartbeat propels me forward.

This can be simplified as a confession, there can be no intercession.

Not a probability, its a fact and definitely not an anomaly.

Stamped and sealed from the beginning of time.

Lastly, I was meant to win the race.

And no, I’m not simply speaking into outerspace.

My birth symbolic, of a worldwide resurrection.

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I’ll now continue my conquest.

Even in the womb, it was coupled around my spine.

God himself, imparted me with this truth.

He said, “I’ve chosen you and you shall bear much fruit”.

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FD

Charming is this girl.

I’ve yet to make a stand on the degree of her minds command.

Just how smart and aware is she?

Pretty?

Friend?

Or hidden foe?

They say watch women.

And never undermine their ability to score.

“Hell has no fury like a woman scorned”.

I am a woman too…

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The world has yet to burn my skin.

Truce, treaty, peace pipe, a pledge of allegiance?

She’s testing me, I’m also testing her.

She seems a bit careful with her words.

Open but not open.

Telling them a truth before they ask her for the truth.

Brushing lightly with the tip of her hands.

She stares silently at her prey.

Firmly suggesting for you to bend to her ways.

Seeking out weaknesses and turning them back to see their effects in play.

She has “game” and it’s better than a few others I know.

Mind your manners, abruptly raising a hand. To see who will flinch.

What is her mission?

 

 

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Is she an alpha female or a follower of tales?

I’ve yet to decide, although I feel negatively impressed by her gaze.

Her stance is not that of a stallion.

And her stare is lacking in ferocity. But to whom does she compare?

She knows not how to glide when she walks.

Yet she can cause people to watch.

Charming girl, she’s cute in her own way; surely she’s a foe who’s perfecting her monkey show.

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Love Me Good

Love me,beautiful-bloom-blooming-220566.jpg tinder.

love me long.

Love me till I’m blind to your flaws.

Love me.

Love me unconditionally…

Love me more than you may love yourself.

 

Recently I have been thinking about love. And all the conditions we apply to love. Every love we claim to have is dripping in contingents. Barricaded and never fully developed. Realizing that love is not conditional. It is just truly wanting the best for that person whether they want, except, reciprocate, or acknowledges your existence.

Common Sense

Now that I am older and more attentive I’ve realized some crucial facts. Reshaping my life. Making me value my childhood and the care my parents put into raising my siblings and myself properly. Recently while examining my sister and two brothers and a few my own life experiences now that we’re all adults.

Common Sense is not as common as it said to be.

My sister and I were having a conversation about how our parents raised us to be aware and respectful of common sense, reality and whats right. To be simple my parents inforced logic upon us.

  • Teaching us that feelings do not out way truth.
  • That we should be able to reason outside of our feelings.
  • State how we feel in a calm way.
  • Discuss differences without getting heated.
  • Accept the truth, and let the lie go.
  • But all parents don’t seem to raise their children with these rules

Somehow others either abandoned this teaching, their children threw it out the window. And stomped all over it. Because the people that I’ve met in my life have been the most illogical people on the planet.

One conversation that will always come to mind. One of my sister’s friends and I was conversing about homeschooling. The pros and cons, including the misconceptions about homeschooling and public school.

I don’t think I stated this but I’m one of the few to have been homeschooled. But not for all of my education. I started at 6th-grade entering middle school. So I believe that I have a decent perspective on schooling.

In our conversation, it was Missouri trying to inform this gentleman that public schools waste a ton of students time every day. Barely making process in teaching and then throwing them into college. After babying them for years.

America’s nagging problem with college dropouts managed to get worse this year. The National Student Clearinghouse reports that 55 percent of first-time undergraduates who matriculated in the fall of 2008 finished a degree within six years, versus 56.1 percent of those who began in fall 2007.

U.S. high school graduation rate is up — but there’s a warning label attached. President Obama has been talking up the newly released U.S. high school graduation rate of 83.2 percent, with the White House noting in an announcement that the rate has grown by about four percentage points since the 2010-2011 school year.

homeschool students scored exceptionally high on test scores, in the 80th percentile, in comparison with the public school average of the 50th percentile.

Also, a study was done in 1997, of 5,402 homeschool students showed that on average, their scores were 30-37 percentile points higher than their public school counterparts. The study also showed that the longer a child was homeschooled the better the score was. For example, a first-year homeschool student scored in the 59th percentile, while a student homeschooled two or more years prior to taking the test score in the 86th to 92nd percentile (www.hslda.org).

A study published in July 2010, by Dr. Michael Cogan, studied homeschool students at one Mid-west college. While this small study won’t have the reaching impact of a larger study, here are his findings.

  • The homeschool students had a slightly higher retention rate, 88.6% compared to the counterpart at 87.6%.
  • There was a higher graduation rate for homeschooled students (66.7% compared to the counterpart at 57.5%).
  • The homeschooled students came in with a higher ACT score (25.0 compared to 14.7).
  • Slightly higher Grade Point Averages were held throughout the college years by the homeschooled students. (Fourth year previously homeschooled college students had a 3.46 average compared to the previously traditionally schooled students at 3.16).

He simply refused the option of homeschooling his daughter because he was afraid she wouldn’t have good social skills.

This is how our conversation went.

“Do you think I have bad social skills?”

No, but others do and she might.”

“Have you meet any homeschooled students before who lacked social skills?”

“NO”

“Have you ever even meet a homeschooled student before?”

“Nope.”

And this is where I knew this conversation was over, it was pointless to continue. I said mind and I tried. He simply could not acknowledge the advantage he would give his daughter by homeschooling her.

I was amazed that this was his biggest concern when he could simply take his child to the park and let her socialize, join social groups sports. ( And I know this does not reflect all public schoolers. This is just a literal conversation that bugged me about less than sensible people)

But these facts are a little besides my point. The guy could not and simply would not accept that homeschool students start off life at an advantage while public students don’t.

They have less time to volunteer for scholarships, internships, and part-time jobs to gain real-world experiences. To travel, and to simply go outside.

I learned from this conversation that everyone ain’t trying to live their lives with sense.

If someone is about to present something to me and it make s sense, why deny its existence. What because it goes against what I thought to be true, and what makes me feel good?

No thank you.

Sense, logic, reasoning, and facts are synonyms to my definition of life. wi=hich equal evolving. Learning through experiences. I don’t have to break my wrist to find out that it hurts, I’ll listen to others and not get hurt.

You take the pain and I’ll make the gain.

There’s no point in the both of us being in the ditch.

You trip now I know to jump.

And that’s life. But not everyone lives accordingly. They believe falling, struggling is what makes them strong. But baby I don’t need the battle scars. It ain’t about just being alive, it’s about being wise, and avoiding a ditch so I try to open my eyes.

Now I know that Common Sense ain’t as common as I was told.

Honey Drizzled….

This man…

Honey glazed.

Serendipity filling me just from his gaze.

Bemoaning from the depths of my soul.

Fierce from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

Warm like a blazing fire on a winter mountain top.

Sugary smile, in his taunting, sultry way.

Eyes the center of the universe.

Gravitational pull, all in the palm of his hands.

Querer. My desire.

No more words to describe the glory found in him.

Silent admiration.

of his.

Honey drizzled skin.

I see him.

He see’s me.

It’s not just eye contact it’s our breath shared in sync.

Comfort in my soul.

nearer than kin.

Not a dream but reality we share.

My man and his honey drizzled skin.

 

 

Hurt

No one has the power to hurt you like yourself.

Some may say family, but thats caused by your expectations.

I hurt myself like no one else.

I inflict depression, mood swings, and life learnt lessons.

No one has the power to hurt me like myself.

Who can? I can, I do, and I will.

Self disappointment.

Self mutilation.

Self degradation

Self denial.

Self love.

Self preserverance.

Deep consideration.

Life motivation.

Out side manipulation must be allowed.

We open the door and then decide when to slam it shut.

Its my responsibility to be responsible for myslef.

If I dont care and guard myself, who will? And why should they?

Just how no one can hurt me like myself, no one can love me like myself either.

Feeble Mindedness

Are we all suffering from feeble-mindedness?

Why do we question our strengths?

What is a true weakness?

 

True weakness is a weak mind. If one cannot change their perspective on life after thinking. That is true feeble-mindedness. When and if you have the desire to commit suicide, and you cannot and or are unable to personally rationalize with yourself then you are suffering from feeble-mindedness. This disease of feeble-mindedness prohibits your ability to change your perspective. This disease can hinder personal, spiritual, and your business life.

Your life perspective shapes your reality. You cannot reason with the insane because there perspective is different from yours. You can only guide someone in hopes of changing their perspective of reality. The same applies to those who are suicidal, their perspectives on reality are different.

And that difference is life-shattering to them because of their perspective.

What is reality? Whether we all believe it or not reality is a perception. And a perception is the same as an interpretation of your surroundings. Interpretations are debatable. Your interpretation of your surroundings dictates your reality. An insane persons perception and interpretation abilities are warped if not completely broken.

Hindering them from rationalizing that they can change their future to anything, by changing their life perspective from a victim to a dictator. Who understands that they cannot control everything that happens in their life but that they can control how they handle and make their life situations better. Knowing that happiness is defined on individual bases, meaning that whenever you decide you can be happy.

Lets take a look at some definitions of a few above-mentioned words. Just for clarification and so that all readers are on the same page.

 

Feeble:  deficient in qualities or resources that indicate vigor, authority, force, or efficiency.

adjective, feebler, feeblest.

1. physically weak, as from age or sickness; frail.

2.weak intellectually or morally:

a feeble mind.

3.lacking in volume, loudness, brightness, distinctness, etc.:

a feeble voice; feeble light.

4.lacking in force, strength, or effectiveness:

feeble resistance; feeble arguments.

Feeble-mindedness: mentally deficient.

Perspectives: the capacity to view things in their true relations or relative importance. Example: trying to maintain my perspective.

Interpretation: the way something is explained or understood.

Lastly, lets review the definition of reality: Reality: something that is neither derivative nor dependent but exists necessarily an actual fact.

  1. something that exists independently of ideas concerning it.
  2. something that exists independently of all other things and from which all other things derive.

 

Even though our society has mad this rd and definition we cannot truly know something to be factual until we know all information. Considering how if we would % say that we know so we test our theories to the best of our knowledge. Then categorize it into the fact column.

 

With these words clearly defines we should all be able to reason for ourselves if what I’, proposing is true.

Now if perspectives are debatable, then does that suggest reality to be debatable? I believe so. If you are not constantly questioning and testing your reality theories then you are suffering from feeble-mindedness also. You are not using your brain to the best of its abilities, you are only partially utilizing your brains true abilities. Your brain performance is deficient.

 

Simply you are obligated to properly utilize the brain and not think feebly.

So, realities debatable then how do we define up from down?

Facts.

Facts are theories or perspectives that we have questioned and proven true to the best of our abilities. Example the color blue is a pigment, definitions do not change because we decide to change the name. The color blue will not change to orange if we start calling blue orange and vise versa. The same is true with reality, test perspectives to the best of one’s ability then and only then can we move these theories into our self-made category that we consider facts.

In order to move theories into the fact column we have to be willing to one think, then think again and then again in another way. Willingness to change your interpretation which dictates your perspective of reality.

That is how we break out of our feeble-mindedness. With this perspective on the perspective, we can change our reality. With the ability to change one’s perspective or reality this gives the control over how we pave our future realities. Which also gives the ability to change one’s future.

You can perceive your life to be over when fired from your job. Or you can change your perspective on your current reality that your life is over. Or you can take this opportunity and freedom to become independent, or star over and build whatever business or life endeavor your desire to build from the bottom back to the top. Even better, you can change your reality to be greater than you perceived it would be. Perception is our missing link and key in life to healing ourselves from feeble-mindedness.

 

This was an Off The Dome Tuesday post and I hope to the least I encouraged and laid the path of new neurons leading to a new perspective on life. Or caused you to retravel a previous thought path.

Feeble-Mindedness has been a constant struggle for me in my last 3 years. I have had independence of my mind declared in my previous: Deceleration of Independence 🤗

My purpose is not to condemn or to offend but to encourage and uplift all of my readers and followers as well as myself. I truly love how everyone wants the world to be a better place but I say forget the word and let’s make humanity into better people. And with better people, they will feel inclined to better our world.  what better way to start than with yourself?

Thankfully in this new breathtaking year, we call 2018 I encouragingly challenge everyone to strive for freedom internally and externally. No longer chained by our inner demons of feeble-mindedness.

Have a Happy New Year with unfathomable accomplishments leaving behind our struggles of 2017. And wrestling with new 2018 struggles, which is a good thing because life always has struggled and I have no problem with struggling our striving for new heights in life. I have a problem if year after year I fight with the same demons/struggles.

So again, let’s leave behind our feeble-mindedness of 2017 declare independence, seek self-loveHow to Heal Childhood Wounds, healing of inner wounds, mending relationships; Male Masculinity and Relationships, and partaking in prosperous actions. no longer dwelling in pseudo-masculinity, and our concepts of adulthood, or life perspectives. Let us grow past 2017 and spring into 2018.

 

Dazed

My mind is weighing me down.

Chocking my heart, causing me a stupendous amount of grief.

Leaving me stunned.

Far from amazed.

Trapping me in a thunderous haze

Its heavy, chocking, causing me to gage.

As I reach up and around hunting for a psychological inhaler.

Trying but just continuing to aspirate.

Joy, won’t you dwell in my heart and allow me to breathe?

Peace, manifest yourself in my bones.

 

My mind is so heavy.

My heart seems heavier than life.

Even though my heart and mind is life.

My mind controls my life.

So if my mind is heavy, my heart is an unwilling subject.

Following ever so closely.

Mimicking every thoughtless detail of my brain.

 

My heart sunken to its lowest depth.

Fighting to remember, focus on the serendipity feelings of life.

Shoving away and no longer dwelling on the past.

Allowing my mind to scurry towards my future.

My heart and mind once heavily chained.

 

How we got free?

We learned how to unchain this heart and mind.

Loose, yourself from mental suicide.

Assassination of our inner man

This is abuse and we need not aid in our own mental abuse.

 

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