To me The Jesus Story specifically the part where they speak of his Crucifixion. Seems to ONLY CONVEY that even to this day certain people can BE REALLY CRUEL... And that the extent of Ignorance within society implies and defines the Cruelties of it's ATROCITIES and the extent to which the HELL'S of sOCIETIES... GO. As the Lord passes them by, The people watch the Lord and Embodiment of LOVE Carrying A CROSS AND BEING WHIPPED TO DEATH..... AND SEE NOTHING. THAT PEOPLE CAN BE SO ARROGANT THAT THEY WILL SEE THE LORD DIE IN FRONT OF THEM AND NOT HELP HIM... The Definition of HELL becoming clear that it is a Cry for helP until the Help just turns in to A HELL BECAUSE THE ''P ''IS NO LONGER UTERABLE... And you Just Vanish into Oblivion. THAT SOME WOULD TO THIS DAY DO THE SAME: And then utter the words... : I aM Too decent of a Person... Some would even Nail the Lord in new ''Comical'' / ABSOLUTELY CRUEL WAYS* just as they did to saint Peter who was
The Female Form Ženska je lepa. So sanje in nežnost. Se joče z obrazom z očmi in nasmehom se joče, da niti več ve ne zakaj. Ko je Ljubljena čuti srečo v globini v svoji čistoči, svojem madežu in pristni divjini. Doma je, ko se počuti. da lahko počne kar hoče, ko je svoboda, ko sanja. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ - ENG: A woman is beautiful, she is dreamy and tender. Weeps with with Her eyes, Her smile, She Cries until She doesn't know why anymore. Happy when She is Loved , SATISFIED Within her Purity, Her Sin and Her authentic wilderness. She feels Herself within the Dream, The Freedom that is Her.. That is Life... Being able to do what She likes too. Thus an Artist and a Rebel. ____________ God is a Woman... The Female God / Reality at least... She is a DREAM.... I realised l
IF YOU RIME AND YOU'RE A POET Then you are probably regarded as a ''Rapper'' these recent days... By some people.... So I am featuring ONE of my book shelves in this one... As it would seem that I do not feel like writing that much today... As the coinciding disregard for a plead of open conversations within the outside structure of open doors society or inside complex standing structures of beverage supplying facilities people regard the same outward stance from their inside perspectives or at the governmental office for that matter, even the doctors office one rarely encounters anyone capable of feasible compassionate conversations... With myself... -No one talks to me the right way anywhere anyway.... So... I consider these minutes Golden as my spirit might live through these words, because maybe tomorrow I might not be here to Hug you but my words will, but as seen in the spirit of Zen buddhism, I am HERE NOW... And have no tears to weep as writing can alter m
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