Home
Home is more than a state of mind. Home is a gentle, peaceful endless place in time. Nothing is better than going home to family and eating good food and relaxing where there are very few distractions and nothing is taxing. If I am good to my home, my home will be more than good to me like honey to bees, leaves on the trees, my home overachieves. It takes care of my wants and needs, appeases and pleases. My strength derives from my home.
If you go anywhere even in paradise, you will miss your home. My home is my comfort zone, my super dome, where I never feel alone, made from wood, brick, and stones where I feel the joy of a king or a queen on a throne. Quiet, gentle calm where peace flows through my mind, flesh, and bones. There is no place like home. My home is my refuge, sanctuary, eternal nest where I love, live, and rest. Tranquil serenity is always at its best that fills me with joy and happiness. My home is where I find peace of mind, where all problems and troubles are left behind, a place where the sun shines and roses grow, where living beauty always puts on a show.
Family and friend, next of kin come together. No matter the places I have gone, travelled, or been, my home is my best friend. Home is where the heart is, no matter if we are adults, teens, or kids. All the magical times where we laughed, smiled, and cried has a sacred place that resides in my soul. My home is more precious than gold with living joy that is untold. Every street avenue or road always leads me home. My eyes have seen many adorable places and enchanting smiling faces, but they could never take the place of my home where love is always on the case and human decency is a thing we never have to chase, because my home is under God’s grace.
When I am home, everything seems to be right, even when we feel pain, hurt, or uptight. My home is an oasis that I caress with all of my might, no matter morning, afternoon, evening, or night. My home always holds me tight. My home is my castle where stability is something that I never have to wrestle, because at home, there are very few hassles.
I respect my home that I rent or own. My home is never filled with chaos, trouble, crime, or a war zone, but filled with gentle love tones. My home consists of love, music, and candlelight; no one is allowed to disrespect, argue, or fight. Peace is always apparent and in sight. God bless everyone who comes into my humble home where gentle kindness rules and roams. Thank God Almighty for blessing me with a sweet home.
RR—7/2007
Goodbye
All those who have faith know the true story. We are all under God’s love, protection, and glory. The word of God shall be for filled. All things that are hidden shall be revealed. Our bodies and flesh will decay, pass away, say goodbye, then die. Our eternal souls that will never grow old will ultimately, under God’s grace, take control. Life deals us death blows when we must say goodbye to someone special and close that we have come to love and know.
We must go on with the show. As they sleep and rest, flew away from the nest. We have lost one of the very best. Who shared and gave us joy, love with happiness. Eventually, in time, we all will go to paradise and the garden where the roses grow. Love is all aglow where the peaceful waters flow. It’s really hard to say goodbye to yesterday; love was on parade.
But now our loved one has died and passed away. One of the saddest words that I ever heard is goodbye. Goodbye brings unwanted tears to our eyes. Our hearts feel numb and paralyzed because the living joy in our lives has passed away and died. We grieve, mourn, feel battered and torn. Do our best to weather this dreadful storm. We are forced to say goodbye and so long. Let’s give thanks that he or she was conceived and born. The Good Book says we die because of sin. It’s hard pretending that this parting and ending is for real. We feel sorrow and ill but life must be fulfilled. We now possess a broken heart that will never mend. After losing next of kin, family, and unconditional friend.
Goodbye is a word that people despise, because joy is gone and so is our bond, human connection, and human ties. We must endure, we cannot ignore that there will always be wars, rich and poor. As sure as eagles fly and soar. Goodbye and death will come to visit us all for sure. It is God’s law we must all go through that door. Goodbye makes us feel empty inside, knowing that our loved one is going on a one way ride. Separation is a part of life that everyone should realize. We must understand that we are only obeying father God’s command, that death will come to us all. The short, slim, fat or tall.
Women, boys, girls, and men eventually our life light will go dim. Does the meaning of the word goodbye mean forever or never again? Will we ever be in the company of family or friend again? We shall meet on the other side, laughing, smiling, and loving each other. God bless my father, mother, lover, sister, or brother. Wherever life leads me as I journey through life, I gladly take a part of you with me, my beloved husband or wife. Whatever I say or do are some of the teachings I have learned from you. As long as fish swim in the ocean and sea, you will always be a special part of me.
Your gentle, tranquil smiles, love, joy, and style was never harsh or foul, could never be detained or corralled. You appease and please, give us all strength and know-how to achieve and succeed. Made it easy for us all to live and breathe. Even though at this moment, you are gone, we shall see your smiling face again in the holy sunrise and eternal dawn, making right what was wrong. All roses have thorns. God bless the day Gabriel blows his horn. There will be no more goodbyes.
We will have wings to fly as we ride in the heavens and skies. No need to ever again cry or wipe tears from our eyes. Never again grieve nor morn. No need to ever again say goodbye, the spirit or our Creator will keep us alive. With peace, love, and joy that we will never try to hide. The living beauty and love we possess and have inside. Goodbye is just a new eternal beginning that will never end. The devil is full of lies, goodness is something he despises, eternal death will be denied. Joy comes in the sunrise. We never ever truly say goodbye.
RR—6/2017
Some Things Never Change!
It’s all about misdirection and deception where you cannot recognize manipulation, oppression, and aggression. As much as some things change, even more things stay the same. But who is to blame? Do our manipulators have no shame as they play out these deceitful mind games and put one against the other to control us all undercover? For pain is pain as sure as the rain; misery just goes by a different name.
Some things are external and never change, except the month and the year, for there will always be a front and a rear; but one thing is guaranteed in Uncle Sam’s America (that is crystal clear) that only the strong will survive. The poor will be ignored here. The rich and wealthy will always live a life of privilege in upscale fashion with quality in high gear while the middle class and the poor and underprivileged will always be the majority. All of these poor souls who don’t prematurely die will be left behind to cry, sob, and moan in their cheap beer.
Someone once said in a joke or jest that money cannot buy happiness; but the true reality is that it is better to have more than less. Everything that common people dream, hope, and fantasize about in this world costs money (the big house, the huge bank roll, and pockets so deep that it looks funny). America, from the beginning, was based on entrepreneurs; whoever can accumulate the most money is the one who rules. You must be educated, so you must attend school.
Capitalism is definitely not based on religion or race (red, brown, black, yellow, or white) but in whoever has the purse strings, influence, and power (and can hold onto it) lies the might. According to the law of the land, the rich man is never guilty but always right; because in America, everyone and everything has a price and is for sale. Even the most heinous criminal with wealth in a capitalist society can get out of jail or make bail.
Because of luxury and the money that poor people only dream about, they have that and more with clout; for big money is theirs until they die.