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I was born long ago on a distant hillside by a beautiful shade tree
Or perhaps by a river under the sunset or on a sandy beach with a deep blue sea
I was created in bliss to demolish man's selfish ways and give an alternate view of their false reality.
I was born in the eyes of a man and a woman; perchance Venus and Mars, or perhaps Adam and Eve.
Their first glances into each other's translucent eyes released my spirit; set me free!
I gave them the spirit to bring forth life to new generations through each other;
I disguised the pain of intercourse into intense pleasure; oh! how they clung to each other!
I extended great cacoethes and courage like none they had ever known.
They actually wanted to help each other though all obstacles and life's unknown!
I masked their selfishness so they would work together to overcome universal elements;
I was borne to enable them to combine there strengths; forget self-discriminates;
But I had been contained so long, that I lost control, as soon as their glances set me free.
I easily took over these poor humans' hearts and minds and completely distorted their reality;
I wanted to test them and myself to see just how far I could take them; how strong I could be.
I found that I was limited by my father, time, and my mother, space, they soon tamed and admonished me!
Even today, my badness feels so good, it releases euphoric dopamine;
My power so intoxicating - I can be your worst enemy or your best friend;
My tales are so captivating, I can make a wrong man do right and a right woman do wrong.
So addictive is my essence, I can make one come home early or stay out all night long. (whew!)
Few have been able to resist me - once my flowery, opium-fragrant mist is inhaled;
I'm so irresistible - there are very few obstacles for which I can't prevail;
I've provided inertia to win wars, climb mountains; cross many lands and seas;
I have the venomous poison of a serpent and the sweet sting of a thousand honeybees!
(oh my!)
I'm the secret to the fountain of youth; yet my fountain can be limited;
By the humdrum of ennui , my aforementioned parents and familiarity unlimited;
I build a tolerance of such - it takes more of me to keep my victims high;
Until I'm simply not enough to keep my subjects flying wildly into unlimited skies;
So they shed their wings and suddenly they fall from sister grace that kept them suspended;
In the clouds of unlimited possiblities. Sadly, their glorious illusionary trip has ended.
But if you're smart or lucky, you'll invite my oldest sister, love, into your heart;
She's intelligent and compassionate, reality and illusion she easily distinguishes apart.
She embodies strength that's enduring, though more supbtle than my dying passion;
She's not a trend; she's got class and opulence- her style is never out of fashion.
But if ever you need me to cultivate your desires, rejuvinate your passion, and negate your trust -
Close your eyes, take me in; devour me; but remember! in a few seasons I will turn into star dust;
Hopefully my loving and gracious sisters will save you from the emptiness I'll leave upon your yearning bust;
I am the young, beautiful, and captivating, yet short lived sister of grace and love; I am ...
By CordieB.
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Like a thief at night, I entered your heart
I sampled your thoughts and broke them apart
I pulled up a veil to cover your joy
I enlisted The Negative Army to aid and employ
More negative intities to arrest your light
And make all days seem dark, although they are bright
My army of entities brought blind folds and rope
To bind all your joy and blind all your hope
Because you are not smart as you thought you were
You forgot your reality, thus I became your connoisseur
I simply awaited for that dark dismal, yet really bright day
When life was fine; thus you forgot to be thankful and pray
When all of a sudden in your mist of content
I snuck into your mind, Oh! not by sheer accident
For my purpose was to vanquish all optomist from your mind
To leave you deserted, lost, humbled and blind
What seemed happy and wonderful now seems so bleak
What you craved on yesterday, you don't even seek
You can not foresee another sunshine tomorrow
For your forcast is shadowed by self sadness and sorrow
But if you really look at the blessings bestowed upon life
You would vanish me quickly; dismiss the false strife
Realize the reality of beauty and light
Know that nothing is more important than the love for your life
But the repetitive thoughts, and high walls of oppression
Sustain only a dismal past and no future possession.
Of the happines and love you once grasped so well
By the absense of love; this is your earthly hell
And melancholic thoughts and memories have become an obsession
You ask who am I to be so evil? I am the deadly spirit of Depression.
~By CordieB.
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The phenominal art displayed at the top of this post was created by a very talented artist, COCOMARIPOSA and is titled, "The Five Stages of Grief (Depression #4)" The series is very creative; I suggest you visit.
Symtoms of Depression are:
If you or a love one is experiencing symtoms of depression, I strongly suggest that you seek medical attention because usually by the time we realize our depressed state, we are in need of at least a temporary boost to get our brain chemicals back on track. If you believe you can handle this yourself, please try to talk to someone and of course embrace your spiritual self.
I have found spirituality to be a profound cure for depression; however, spirituality is a personal choice - and in states of depression, normally we are incapable of allowing the light to shine without help. But once back on track; I have found spirituality, as in embracing love, to be the best preventive measure known. The following are a few web sites that you may want to visit if you feel you are experiencing grief or depression:
http://www.depression.com/understanding_
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Once upon a midnight blue
When you were me and I were you
And everything was tried and true
A dark spirit of our selves shown through
Though my eyes were brown and yours were blue
We at first appreciated the differences in hue
Why they were different, we had no clue
But embraced the beauty, through and through
Then on that midnight starry night
The gods awakened, causing stress and fright
Fear was something we had never known
Whether close together or all alone
We had all we ever needed or ever would
We could achieve anything that ever could
But on that dark night, once upon
The gods became bored of creation . . .
And so the games of life begun . . .
"How can we make them not forsee
That they are one and all as we?
How can we make them entertain
If they know that all are one and one’s the same?"
And so the god of unimpressed
Purposed to put forth a simple test
No pain was known to men back then
It was invented to see how best
Two lives would deal, and who would win
Pain produced me; thus I produced what you call sin.
Sadly the test failed miserably
Soon you became you and I became me
And so the gods changed destiny of how life was suppose to be.
This spirit often called out of name
Whose first intent was to bear blame
To make you look at me as I
And question differences to why
We were not exactly both the same
This spirit questioned right from wrong
And high from low and short from long
Discarded the weak, embraced the strong;
And though we both stood side by side
And knew no thing of foolish pride
This spirit borne proudness so great
That pride turned quickly into hate
For pain was never in the original plan;
For any living creature, including man.
Back then we were much like the beautiful tree
Who gives all of herself and love just to be . . .
And co-create in God’s creativity.
No pain is felt by the morning glory
Who each morning tells a most lovely story
The grass is not pained by the trample of man
She embraces the walks on her bountiful land
I’m told the Creation God attempted to correct this aweful woe
By instilling in animals, knowledge of everything they’d ever need or know.
But most humans remained retarded in their abilities
To even see the the forest through the trees
For despite having knowledge to eliminate pain’s dark shadow
Pain’s offspring remained, Who am I . . .
~By CordieB.
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I feel like the hush of a whisper, gently blowing in the wind;
I am the warmth and light of sunshine softly caressing your skin;
I have the touch of bubbles, kissess, silk and french lace,
Brushing ever so gently upon your sweet face.
I am a cool mist alikend to a newborn baby’s breath -
softly blowing against your ears
I am the cup that catches your blood to endless depths
It is I who eases your silent fears;
I am a fountain of knowledge and wisdom; . .
I am with you from beginning till end
I am a blissfull vase full of mystery and wonderment
I am strong, yet I easily bend
I have the essense of the morning’s first dew
Like the spring’s first warm rain
It is I to whom the birds first sing at the break of dawn
I’m the mystery of midnight - yet I am not vain.
I watch over you in your travels
and pray wishes of wellness many times
You feel my sweet presense along your journey
Even through eternal space and time . . .
I bring laughter and happiness to you often
I can warm your heart with a smile
I have the fragrant alure of morning’s sweet honysicle
Come sat by my side for a while . . .
I often sat back and watch you in wonderment
Always loving througout the ages
But the essense of my real beauty
Lies in the joy in the children’s faces
I taste like sweet cotton candy dipped in lemon juice
My eyes were created to reflect peace and seduce . .
I’m easily chilled like snow flakes on the last rose of summer;
I’m remnescent of the last vision seen before slumber.
I am a colorful mozaic of joys and sorrows.
My tears help cool my soul.
The essense of serenity lies in my powers.
My true powers are yet to unfold;
I can radiate the coolness of a kiss on a foggy windowpane.
Or be as sensual as a shallow warm summer’s wave
Although I’m the ultimate protector -less I go insane,
It is I that you feel you must forever save!
I am happiness, sadness; rolled up into one
My presense is such - I’m all but I’m none
I am like the vision of a rainbow
Reflecting rays of color on a transluscent sea
I’m a trusted comfortor and nurturer;
Your humble beginnings were born within me.
I dance with the rythem of leaves blown at the first sight of fall
Sometime I do tumble, at times I might fall
Yet, I am the will of the powerless, the strength of the man
I’m God’s beautiful miracle . .
I am . . .
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I am the tallest, darkest shadow to fall upon the hearts of men;
I have caused enormous calamity, failure and sin;
With me in a heart, humans seldom ever win.
Such a cold, dark, shallow shadow am I;
I bring on fears and tears, causing humans to sigh, asking why?
I’ve destroyed countless relationships, successes and faith;
I’m quite subtle, yet very strong is my wrath;
All minds and hearts will inevitably at times see me in their path.
All humans encounter me, some more than another;
You see, insecurity is my sister and worry is my brother;
My father is fear; suspicion, my mother.
I embrace souls at night like a new found lover.
If you are not carefull, I will suffocate you under my dark, thick cover.
Like a blanket of dread, I cover my prey;
To release yourself of my wrath, you must kneel down and pray;
Stay thankful and hopeful, live day by day.
I’ve had many second-guessing what’s wrong from right.
I cause anxiousness, apprehensiveness,
and can make hearts uptight;
But my shadow is very easily overcome by the family of light . . .
For the bright light of hope, faith, and love shine so bright
And they bring courage, security and trust to join in the fight;
Such illuminosity, clarity, and brilliance is their light,
It will cause my dark, deep shadow to fade and disappear straight into the night!
Who am I?
Photo derived from Showee and is licensed under a creative commons.
I was born long ago on a distant hillside by a beautiful shade tree
Or perhaps by a river under the sunset or on a sandy beach with a deep blue sea
I was created in bliss to demolish man's selfish ways and give an alternate view of their false reality.
I was born in the eyes of a man and a woman; perchance Venus and Mars, or perhaps Adam and Eve.
Their first glances into each other's translucent eyes released my spirit; set me free!
I gave them the spirit to bring forth life to new generations through each other;
I disguised the pain of intercourse into intense pleasure; oh! how they clung to each other!
I extended great cacoethes and courage like none they had ever known.
They actually wanted to help each other though all obstacles and life's unknown!
I masked their selfishness so they would work together to overcome universal elements;
I was borne to enable them to combine there strengths; forget self-discriminates;
But I had been contained so long, that I lost control, as soon as their glances set me free.
I easily took over these poor humans' hearts and minds and completely distorted their reality;
I wanted to test them and myself to see just how far I could take them; how strong I could be.
I found that I was limited by my father, time, and my mother, space, they soon tamed and admonished me!
Even today, my badness feels so good, it releases euphoric dopamine;
My power so intoxicating - I can be your worst enemy or your best friend;
My tales are so captivating, I can make a wrong man do right and a right woman do wrong.
So addictive is my essence, I can make one come home early or stay out all night long. (whew!)
Few have been able to resist me - once my flowery, opium-fragrant mist is inhaled;
I'm so irresistible - there are very few obstacles for which I can't prevail;
I've provided inertia to win wars, climb mountains; cross many lands and seas;
I have the venomous poison of a serpent and the sweet sting of a thousand honeybees!
(oh my!)
I'm the secret to the fountain of youth; yet my fountain can be limited;
By the humdrum of ennui , my aforementioned parents and familiarity unlimited;
I build a tolerance of such - it takes more of me to keep my victims high;
Until I'm simply not enough to keep my subjects flying wildly into unlimited skies;
So they shed their wings and suddenly they fall from sister grace that kept them suspended;
In the clouds of unlimited possiblities. Sadly, their glorious illusionary trip has ended.
But if you're smart or lucky, you'll invite my oldest sister, love, into your heart;
She's intelligent and compassionate, reality and illusion she easily distinguishes apart.
She embodies strength that's enduring, though more supbtle than my dying passion;
She's not a trend; she's got class and opulence- her style is never out of fashion.
But if ever you need me to cultivate your desires, rejuvinate your passion, and negate your trust -
Close your eyes, take me in; devour me; but remember! in a few seasons I will turn into star dust;
Hopefully my loving and gracious sisters will save you from the emptiness I'll leave upon your yearning bust;
I am the young, beautiful, and captivating, yet short lived sister of grace and love; I am
- Mood:creative
As I began to blossom, seemingly right before your very eyes;
You were mesmerized by my beauty; such sweet, sultry innocence and no one denies;
My velvety sensuality, Oh how my radiant essense always calms weary souls!
So I was at first handled ever so delicately, as my loveliness began to unfold.
Soon you desired to take me home with you; keep me, care for my all and all-
But your desires only stagnated me; caused my demise and made me fall
too quickly from the grace and beauty that you find so appealing;
My once vibrant colors of life soon vanished due to my silent unwilling . . .
to be seized, exploited, kept and displayed like a prize.
I wanted be free to be me; to sing with the moon, dance with the skies;
And I'm wise enough to realize once my tender splendor begins to decay -
You will no longer desire me; you'll simply toss me aside; cast me away.
So why is it you insisted to keep me from my joys and my natural flow;
From the freedom to sway gently like the leaves; feel the warm winds blow.
Why didn't you allow me to sing in the sunshine, dance in the grass,
Fall asleep with the stars, awaken with the morning dew, less I surpass.
When you removed me from my destiny, I became, so sad, then angry and resistent;
I tried to fight back. I even drew blood from your being, but still you persisted and insisted. . .
To keep me from my natural light; to intrap me as your grand, precious accolade . . .
Only to discard me once my God given beauty begin to drop, wilt, and fade.
I used to blow your mind each time you passed me, with my sweet aromic essense;
You would stroke me so gently, allways plotting to remove me from my presense.
I tried to warn you, often bristling and whistling, "I will not last, I can not grow!"
But in your selfish love, you still cut me off from what sustained my natural glow.
I tried to make you understand, I could love and make you happy; yet remain free-
But you insisted on controlling my existence, your version of showing adoration for me!
Now I'm slooped over in agony, waiting to be returned to whence I was born
I'm am yesterday's dazzling sensation and beauty, I am . . .
~
Happy Mother's Day!
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I never knew taking a picture of myself could be so difficult! I couldn't get a good smile going - because as you might guess, I had a serious tude at the time. So, I engaged in some self-theraphy by writing my ideas on the cover of the flickr toy, Magazine. It worked! I feel much better now!
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The Key to Life
Photo Courtesy of Brittlestar
Nia had been prepared to inherit the wise woman's book. The old woman was the salvation and the backbone of the entire villiage. She was wise. She was loved. But she had become too old to carry out her duties. In return for twenty-two years of training, Nia was to inherit the old woman's key to life. The ceremony was long. The people were many. The responsibility was great. Nea was prepared. She was eager to get started. She believed the book would reveal the answers to all of life's questions. It required two strong men to carry the book to her chamber. When they placed it on her table, she quickly waved them away. The book was solid gold, trimmed with emeralds, rubies and sapphires. In the middle of the front cover sat a seven-carat diamond. Nia's heart was pounding. Her mouth had gone dry. With her eyes closed, she fondled the cover of the book. The time had come to open it. She was about to learn life's secret. She opened the middle of the book. She looked down at the page. Nia had inherited a book of mirrors.
From, Acts of Faith, Iyanla Vanzant