Looking in the Mirror

Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.

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The following is submitted for Mr. Knowit All’s Friday Flash 55.   , whom I discovered via Just Paisley    A Flash 55 is a poem or story written in 55 words.  Here’s mine….


The Sands of Ebony Time. . .~CordieB © All rights reserved.
Photo, Manipulation, The Sands of Ebony Time. . .~CordieB & Gee, AKA GLove © All rights reserved.


Unspoken truths are

Sometimes far more destructive

Than ill spoken words spewed

In anger or frustration…

Whilst the latter can hurt, and never

Be retrieved…

The unspoken truths

often lead to

harsher Ill spoken words…

or even worst…

The unspoken truths

produce a subdued cancer that

sickens the soul;

slowly deteriorating

and rotting the heart



Quote for the Day.

"Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are — chaff and grain together — certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away."
— Dinah Mulock

Sometimes, when I’m unsure just how to say something, I meditate on it.  I ask God to help me with the right words to express how I feel.  And then there are those times when I ask God to hold my tongue too…at least until I’m calm enough to speak them with compassion and conviction.

 Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.

Drama Ramma Negamma!

Ever meet drama ramma negamamma?

If so, you’d best to keep your distance from her

That one who complains about each and everything

It is negative songs she loves to sing . . . .

The sun is never shining bright

It’s never dark enough at night

Every little nuance that occurs to be

Is blown beyond eternity

The pessimist who can’t be blessed

Who never ever gets near enough rest…

due to the stars shining in the window

Child close your curtain! you should know!

the negathoughts that cloud her brain

And drives the optimist insane!

Now I can deal with the drama negamama

for a short time; since I have know her

all my life . . . she’ll never change . . .

I can ignore her to keep me un-deranged

but put into the simple equasion

her perpetual mate; the drama man

at first they seem quite comical

soon turning to pathetical

and everything one does or says

there is complaint from night to day

to each other they bicker day and night

and either of them are wrong or right

witnessing the constant nagging and  put downs

makes me want to simply split this town!

they’ll make you want to hang yourself

or bang your head upon a shelf

if you’re having a half-way decent day

best come home late to keep it that way

there’s always bad news on the table

and everyone’s given a nasty label

exaggeration is their gift for sure

Be careful, they’ll pull you in their lure

and gossip is their middle name

kid stomped his toe; they swear he’s lame

if it were not for music and laptop

i’d be insane; there is no doubt!

you know there’s complaint about that too

To them I’m antisocial; psyc visit overdue!

I’m only venting; Yes. it’s really me. . .

Plus, I can’t choose my family!

P.S. You know I’ll probally retire this post . . . but I had to vent; I was about to bang my head on the god d…    shelf!    Reminds me of how the people must have felt in the movie Airplane who started hanging themselves … you had to have seen it to understand. . . . Anywho . . . Ya gotta love em anyway!

As I Was Going to See Saint I’s


Afro American Girl literally by ~madhatter-asylum on deviant ART

As I was going to see Saint I’s

I met a woman by big surprise!

Who shocked me when I realized

That she was not as saintly as she’d surmised


As I was going to see Saint I’s

I met a woman who’d cheated and lied

Who’d broken many promises in life . . .

and caused hearts to break; causing toil and strife


As I was going to see Saint I’s

I met a broken-hearted woman with blackened eyes

Who’d allowed destructive relationships to take its toll

On her body; her mind; damn near her soul!


As I was going to see Saint I’s

I met a woman with many nights of cries

Though many were brought upon herself . . .

she often blamed Saint Someone Else


As I was going to see Saint I’s

I soon become to realize

how Saint I’s choices help prophesize

her destiny and life’s Karmic reprise


As I was going to see Saint I’s

I begin to forgive past and future hurts and lies

I forgave Saint I’s for her saintly disguise

To Saints lack and fear, I gladly said my goodbyes


As I finally arrived to see Saint I’s

I met Saints Love , Forgiveness , Courage, Truth and Wise

Five beautiful spirits; in motion; yet spiritually still

These saints introduced me to Saint "Free Will "


As I was getting to better know Saint I’s

I became increasingly mesmerized by her changed demise

Forgiveness of self and others helped her to arrive and arise

Courage and Truth began to replace those fears and lies

Love began to clear up those bloodshot eyes . . .


In time Saint I’s lost her Saintly hood

Life started flowing like God intended it should

Her cup ran over with a cloudy, yet rainbowed sky

Thus, she dropped the Saint and became simply I


Love, Hatred, Courage, Fear, Truth and Lies . . . .

How many were going to see Saint I’s?


~Written by I (CordieB)