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There will be blood if we simply look the other way
There will be blood if we continue our lives the same way
There will be blood if the cycle of violence is not forsaken
There will be blood if a life for another life is taken
There will be blood if we continue to fight hatred with hate
There will be blood if we abandon solutions to rehabilitate rejuvinate
There will be blood if we neglect to teach our young to love
There will be blood if we don’t love our neighbors, inspite of
There will be blood.
There will be more blood.
There wll be an endless,
cycle of blood. . .
there is no more blood.
~Written by CordieB
Quote for the Day.
Deep inside even the most seemingly evil of beings lies a seed of love; it is that seed we must strive to rejuvinate and cultivate. When we hate the evil, we only cultivate more hatred ~CordieB.
Peace, Light and Love…
A Spiritual Riddle – I’m the reflection and a reaction of being untrue to self – and perceived selfishness
My existence emerges quite often in the middle of the night;
Sometimes I bring anxiety; Frequently, I induce unrealistic fright.
Oftentimes I’m an instant reflex of a web of grave deceit;
Many feel I can be eradicated by disclosure; Allbeit revealed most indiscreet.
I was borne when humans went against their true natural flow . . .
I quickly grew enormous from false judgments which were sowed
Into the conscious being as a way to tame the actions
Of any action committed without perceived fair karmic reactions
Many occasions my existence is sparked by the master manipulators
Who use fictitious sliding scales of love as unloving validators
"If you love me you would do this; You wouldn’t do this if you knew . . .
I would never do such nonsense; because of the love I have for you.
You would go along with my way if you were down for me and true"
I’m sure you’ve heard these statements; perhaps you’ve said them too.
Know your self and love yourself and you won’t fall into the ageless trap . . .
Of the Master Manipulators who will trick you to take the rap
For anything that goes against your true heart in the name of loveless love…
And continue with the punishment until they rise abreast of and above…
The manipulation that was taught to you and for which you practice too
When you ask more from another than you know you would honestly want to do
I arise when spirit, mind, and actions are not on one accord
I bring traumatic injury to the mind; I cause such destruction; you can’t afford…
To keep me in your presence; as I’ll reek havoc on the spirit and the flesh
I’m the reflection and a reaction of being untrue to self – and perceived selfishness
Who am I . . . (click below for riddle answer)
This poem was prompted by Simply Snickers. The words for this week were: damp, decide, and droll.
Indecisiveness takes its toll
On the drollness and lightness of our soul
Made up minds lift the dread filled weight
lingering heavily on our fate
Indecision stunts our growth
though deciding we may loath
one must move through inconclusive’s brace
holding mind, body and spirit stuck in place…
till decisions can be made
life continues, low-keyed; afraid
knowing in the back of mind
choices must be made in time
Preventing souls from moving free
intensifying fears of what may or may not be
lest we move from fear to flight
we may never see the light
Though decisions may be wrong
lack of choice only prolongs
mending of spirit and self torn apart
when in dire doubt, follow your heart
Written by CordieB.
I wrote the following poem for my daughter, Crystal, but feel the need to repost it tonight for me. Hope you don’t mind the repost. —Lots of love, C.
What happens to our dreams deferred?
Unacted upon desires that are seldom heard . . .
Do they wash away with the crimson tide . . .
By the sands of time which can’t be defied?
What happens to our dreams alas. . .
which we sadly allow to simply pass. . .
or hold at bay for a better day
Do they await our return or simply fade away?
What happens when we put our dreams on a shelf?
Do they wait patiently for us to find ourselves
Or do they float away to an unknown dreamland
Where dreams deferred converge and reemerge once again . . .
In the soul of another child-like spirit . .
with the heart to reclaim our neglected dream’s merit
Who will take the forsaken dream and caress its face
And abandon not its saving grace
Allow not our dreams to become deferred
Unnurtured; Seldom talked to; Barely heard. . .
For without our love, passion, and concern
Our dream will whither; thus our heart will burn and yearn. . .
Yet the dream will one day find another
Who will embrace that dream like a new found lover
And the dream will lovingly reciprocate
But sadly for us, it will be too late;
Yet to ease our minds, we will call it fate.
~Written Especially for my Daughter Crystal and all you other dreamers out there, by CordieB
Quote for The Day. Don’t forsaken those dreams you truely desire. Dreams acted upon with love always manifest into realities one sweet morning! CordieB.
Peace, Light and Love. . . .C
Misaligned with my spirit
Disconnected from my core
And my ego was screaming. . .
Give me, More, More, More!!!
Empty feelings of needing
Disenchanted with my life
Whilst my Ego continued…
causing Strife, Strife, Strife!!!
Persevering the battle
Looking inward for relief
Yet my Ego remained…
causing Grief, Grief, Grief!!!
Tried to detach from all
Tried to let it all go
Still my ego was strong
She refused to let go!!!
Then along came compassion…
to my rescue she came…
with humility’s lesson
she revealed my true name
Thru the Fire, I emerged…
Free of judgement or blame…
Realigned with my spirit!
Reconnected with my core!
Love’s unveiling my true identity
As I explore; as I implore…
Love, she sustains… "Overjoy, Overjoy…"
~Written by CordieB
I love red roses
…and blue violets too
but, the best valentines
is time shared with you!
A walk in the park
A kiss in the dark
A cuddle by the fire
will always cause spark
a warm tub with petals
with wine on the side
a few candles lit
and you by my side . . .
no matter what day,
or what time of year
our genuine passion
remains crystal clear
So, no need to go out of your way
or find a card that can’t quite say
your true heartfelt sentiment
for your love is always evident
on Valentines Day, and Every Day!
P.S. Even when we’re mad, our love is evident!
Happy Valentines Day, G. Love Ya with all my heart, CordieB.