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A simple "I Love You." Answers so many complex questions.

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Show me Love

You give us shows about

“True Love”

by giving a guy and girl

a few weeks to choose

who they’d love to make out with.

 

That is not love.

Love doesn’t take a few weeks to work

unless it’s something you read or

watch in a movie.

 

Then you show me

the lives of celebrities.

Their marriages don’t last

as is, but when they get on television,

the process just speeds up.

 

You want to give me a show on

“True Love,”

here’s how you do it.

Give me a reality show about two people

who get on each other’s nerves

every moment of the day.

 

Getting into arguments about work, about the house,

about life in general.

Have them ready to go nuts. If, at that point,

they still go to bed together, and they still kiss each other goodnight,

then that’s a show I would love to see on the air.

Remembering Sandy Hook

    I remember Columbine like it was yesterday. I was running late to my 4th period class in middle school because I was busy messing with my friends talking about something that happened in physical performance. I made it just in time before the bell rang but there was an awkward feeling in the air, I thought the teacher was giving a pop quiz but when I saw the teacher had the television on. When I saw what had happened in Colorado, I was stunned how something so horrific could happen. I had seen for the first time the evil actions of evil people.
    I thought I would never hear something so evil being broadcast over the news but just like September 11th 2001 surpassed Pearl Harbor in terms of casualties and horror. Sandy Hook surpassed Columbine. I was at work stocking shelves thinking of when to start my next EBook, The Wall and I saw a lady crying on aisle 10 which is cleaning products. I thought she got bad personal news to which I was right about the news but wrong about it being personal. She showed me the news clip on her smart phone and I couldn't believe what I read.
    So many lives lost both children and teachers who became heroes by sacrificing their lives so their students wouldn't die. Parent's received calls that their children were not just killed but mauled in a way that they can't even be identified because of a maniac with a gun. A day so dark, the whole nation mourned with a town that had lost so much in just a matter of hours. Now a year later we seem to be arguing about the same issues such as gun control and school safety. You know what these two issues have in common with Sandy Hook, irrelevance.
    Gun control has been argued over for decades and nothing has happened and never will. Schools are doing what they can to stay safe but the fact is, evil tends to strike where and when you least expect it. Yesterday a kid that attended a high school 8 miles near Columbine went to the school with a shotgun and shot two student then himself. Everyone's already pouncing on the issues just mentioned but the fact is still the same, a maniac wanted to kill someone and on an ordinary day, he almost accomplished his mission. The two kids were at the hospital and are expecting to live but this is why we should remember Sandy Hook and Columbine.  
    Innocent lives were taken without provocation and without reason, so instead of playing the blame game let us do the right thing and mourn them. Let us pray for the families who lost children, the spouses who lost their life partners, and the friends that lost other friends. It's not fair that good people find themselves in horrific situations. We can prevent it but not by playing the blame game instead we can remember the fallen and not take any day for granted.

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Poetry from my EBook!

A Fallen Angel

An angel is falling from the sky.

She is in a vortex, helplessly

going down a downward spiral,

screaming for help in mid air.

 

She looks so pure and innocent.

She is an angel, but she can’t fly.

And, as I look with a hawk’s eye, I see

her wings are broken.

 

I wonder why she has been sent to this realm,

a realm of my vision,

an endless forest were disruption meets oblivion

and lost souls meet renaissance.

 

She lands in the lake of my forest.

She is 5 foot 2 and about 130 pounds,

But, like a small stone, makes no splash,

just ripples in the water.

Yet, the impact sounds like that of an atom bomb.

 

I get on my stallion, the eternal mustang,

and ride to the lake where I see her

floating on her back like a flower.

I pull her out and go back to my cabin in the forest.

 

I put her in my bedroom

because there is no other.

I sleep in front of the fireplace

and wonder where to start.

 

The next day, she wakes up,

and I come in with breakfast.

She is startled, but I calm her down.

I tell her that I am a friend.

 

 

“I am one who cares for all.

I give comfort and shelter to those in need.

You may simple call me friend

because that’s all I’ll ever be.”

 

She eats the eggs I’ve made for her and

drinks the water that I’ve purified.

After a while, I finally ask her,

“Angel, why did you fall from the sky?”

 

She says, “I lost my way.

I just got bored with eternity,

so I wanted to leave.

I got my wish, and now I have nothing.

 

That’s why I guess I’m here,

to be forgotten.”

I say to her, “He doesn’t forget, and he does forgive.

Somebody so beautiful should express happiness, not fear.

In time, you will learn to smile again

and never again feel sorrow.”

 

With her wings wrapped and her body healed,

she begins to live with me here in the forest.

We take walks in the morning to see the sunrise and

have dinners in the front window of the cabin to see the sunset.

 

I cook her all my favorite recipes

from lasagna to baked ziti.

But when we get to the desert --

freshly made cherry pie -- her favorite.

 

Weeks after her arrival, she asks me,

“Why are you here?”

 

I tell her the truth.

“I was once lost like you were.

I fell just as you did, but found my way.

But unlike me, you still have a choice.”

 

She asks, “What kind of choice?”

I say, “You’ll know it when you feel it.”

She gets confused, but, months later,

confusion turns into compassion.

 

Many times, she welcomed me to bed with her.

Every time I declined, not because of un-attraction.

It was just going to make it easier on me in the end

because I knew the day was approaching.

 

A year has passed. Her wings are healed.

She flaps them up and down

and gets herself off the floor.

I smile at her success, but she can see

my invisible frown.

 

The time has come, and I say, “Let’s go to the lake.”

But when we go, there is no lake,

just an open field with a ray of light in the middle.

She sees now the choice that must be made.

 

Leave or stay?

There is no turning back.

But, before she makes the choice,

she asks me with a heart-broken voice,

“Why did you stay?”

 

I say, “I wasn’t the first.

I knew I wasn’t going to be the last.

I made the choice to stay

and help other angels like you and I.”

 

She asks, “What if I stay with you?

Help other angels by your side?

I can’t image eternity alone.

I don’t want that to be your fate.”

 

I say, “That’s not your choice to make.

This realm is of my vision.

This is my eternity, and this is how I choose to spend it.

If you decide to stay, I will be the one that goes.

Either way, one of us is leaving, and it’s going to be you.”

 

She says, “How do you know?”

 

I say, “Because you’ve learned again what’s most important.

Eternity is what you make of it.

This is mine, and I do it with pride.

Now you can go and find something to take pride in.”

 

Angel says, “I will miss you.

You gave me back so much.”

 

I say, “You’re welcome.

That complement is why I do this.

Now, it’s time to fly.”

She hugs and kisses me goodbye

then slowly moving towards the light,

never taking her eyes off me.

With new wings, she heads back to paradise.

 

As she disappears into the light,

I say, “Lord,

your child has returned to you.

My love and wishes go with you angel.”

 

I turn back and head for my cabin.

My energy is now spent.

My body is weak.

My head is light as a feather.

 

I now go to bed and sleep

until the next is sent.

 

 

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Nelson Mandela: The Man Leaves But The Idea Lives On.

   Nelson Mandela, the former president of South Africa has passed on but he's left a legacy that can only be best described as revolutionary. He grew up in a country that had an oppressive government and as the years went by dedicated his life to change. He went on to becoming South Africa's first black South African president after enduring nearly three decades of imprisonment and torture. Once released he went on to receive numerous accolades for his activism and accomplishments. What he spent most of his life to achieve is this.
   Nelson Mandela fought most of his life to overturning the policy known as "Apartheid" which is basically segregation among the races in South Africa. This was a time where all the races in South Africa were separated as well as denying rights such as education and medical services. Nelson Mandela stood against these rights and for his opposition, he was imprisoned. He suffered decades through scorching heat and condemnable living conditions. Finally after a strong campaign, he was released and later on in 1994 was elected and finally overcame that ruling body.
   After being elected he would break down the policy that he had suffered for so long to over throw. He received prestigious awards like the Noble Peace Prize and the U.S. Medal of Freedom for his achievements and thus cementing his legacy. He passed away with the streets he spent his life freeing filled with people cheering his name as his spirit went to the paradise he much deserved. The question is now what will happen now that this icon for freedom and equality is gone. This is my honest opinion.
   Nelson Mandela is to South Africa what Martin Luther King Jr. is to the United States. These men are symbols of freedom and equality for all no matter who or what you are. They may have died but their ideas will forever live on through their history and success. History rewards the deeds of great individuals that have survived their struggles and achieve greatness. There will never be another Nelson Mandela but through his legacy, South Africa is on a greater course. As long as his ideas of equality live on, South Africa will prosper.

Head or Heart?

Somebody who listens to their heart sees Beauty and the Beast as a tale about a woman who looks past the monster and falls in love with the man behind the animal. Somebody who listens to their head sees it as a woman suffering the affects of Stockholm Syndrome. Which do you use?