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Surviving Malicious Gossip

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Gossip

 

I will keep my head up and when my chin starts drooping, I will slap it back into location.

 

When their words fly darts of Pit Bull viciousness, I will smile in my heart because I know even if  he is silent, my God sees everything.

 

Even when the temptation to respond raises quick like the cheetah out for a meal, I bite my tongue to keep my storm at bay.

 

I am encouraged by the words of the Good Book, I  find comfort in knowing that nothing is wrong with me because scores attack.

 

Attack with their matching red coated armies  because I decide to wait for sex. It is my decision and if I perhaps  change course in the future, it is still my decision.

 

So I live to raise another day because of the mercies of God not to rage holy war with anyone but to live peacefully with all men.

 

Not because I am afraid because I have two blood mix that can shut down these fool but because God has done a number on my heart.

 

I am not cantankerous, needy and hiding under a cloak of much needed attention (that is the issue with many motor mouths), so quarrelling does not appeal to my nature.

 

May God deal with them.


 

Prompt Stomp Week 14: Survival

 

A Rose Themed Wedding

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Wedding Photographs

Via Magpie Tales (A Photo By Ed Ross)

It was a rose theme wedding…

 

The floor of the church sat with a carpet of roses,

 

The groomsmen jackets stained with a rose each,

 

The bridesmaid smiling coyly, a single rose in hand.

 

The cute little ring bearer struggling with the bands in a rose shaped pillow.

 

The cake tier in fancy rose shapes calls for the many “wows” from guests.

 

The bride’s dress sparkled white with tiny roses in the trail,

 

Even her hair is leavened in roses.

 

Anyone who knows her facial expression sees her 5% consent for the theme.

 

Yet her mother in law smiles in approval.

 

After she choose the theme,

 

After all she paid for the wedding.


MAGPIE TALES 301

 

Superhero Submerge

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Super hero

Superhero Jesus by Deus- Nocte via Deviant.com

“You my hero, you already saved the day”

A sentence jumping into my thoughts when I saw the theme for the first Prompt Stomp of 2016. The line is from Trip Lee’s Hero Invasion, a song I listened to so much at university. It definitely made me pause to an extent that I stopped everything, staring at the wall. Reflecting. Thinking of a time that Jesus was my superhero and no matter what circumstance occurred, he was the one to my rescue. It was a true description of “the solid rock” because with him I felt an anchor.  Some call him an imaginary friend but I never had those, I have characters from stories as friends but I cannot recall having imaginary friends. He was real like the characters from stories.

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What Happen To Dreams?

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                             ÁWá photograph via Wikimedia.org

What happened to all the dreams as a child, the simple ones to develop a career, providing for myself?

What happened to the days of planning in a journal what I will do by age 25, 30 and so on?

What happened to all the fruits that should fall from hard work?

What happened to 2015 turning into my year?

The answers: NOTHING.

NOTHING good comes out of people like me, the people who be even mad at my struggle. Can you imagine people being jealous of a struggling, suffering person? Is that what the world has turned.

Then you have the ex boyfriend who messed up but will not leave you alone and his girlfriend who is adamant that you are the one who is after him. Someone needs a reality check.

This is not a piece for encouragement or inspiration. It is a frustrated words that need venting.

 

What/Why I Love

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Your non-physical touch unfolded my heart like a flower in the beginning of bloom.

You made me responsive and hungry for your love just as a bee sucking the attractive nectar.

I remember when I felt that small yawning inside, too nervous to think about it, let alone admit it.

Then came the Lion roaring in my chest and it scared the daylights out of me like the sun dipping over the horizon.

I remember when I first met you, dealing over the affairs of History. I was too busy sorting out the loose ends of our project to notice you but when I did, boy oh boy did I  love what I heard.

Like Jojo “I am a sucker for a guy with a beautiful mind” and you were that man.

Our minds dance over ideas and debates of politics, history, family and religion. Our discussions became food, an insatiable delight.

I suspect my head fell for you before my heart, a heart that you once ask me to follow.

It is a puzzle, like Charlotte in a web I wrote my heart on my sleeves without realizing my actions.

My heart cried bullets of despair when I caught how far my ship sailed into your harbour. I gave so much without any discussion of exclusivity.

Your name was always in my head along with a goofy grin when I recall something you said and/or did.

Your stubbornness collided into my stubbornness into a boiling pot of too much comfort with each other

Although time has faded the urgency of feelings your essence still hugs my being. I no longer beat up myself for thinking of you. It is what it is…


Prompt Storm 11: Why/Why I love

 

Slow Down

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Tossing turning running at the speed of light if possible to meet all task for the day but something always get left out after a post-mortem of daily activities –
shifting through notes after notes yet more notes in plain sight of eyes that hate to leave assignments and project deadlines unfinished
something needs to break all the roller coaster of going and going but at what course and will it be too late to just slow down to inhale and exhale
something happened, no electricity and everywhere did not just slow down but it died down.
The heart is still beating, the company did not crash, the assignments could wait a bit,
so I could just breathe, inhale, exhale.