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Scenic beauty cascading before my eyes

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Scenic beauty cascading before my eyes.

All is in harmony in my life.

Some would call it my imagination.

Others would call it dreaming.

But I call it the resilience in your eyes and the buoyancy of your smile.

Exquisiteness in splendor of all loveliness.

If I am dreaming, let no one awaken me.

If it is only my imagination, I long for its reality.

Music and dance surround me.

Surrounding me with elegance, grace, and refinement.

All is in harmony in my life.

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The cheerful melody of your voice radiates me with optimistic expectations.

The optimistic expectations that my feelings are mutual.

Realizing the material factual without hope.

Attaining the tangible that is far more than authentic.

Reaching beyond myself into all-knowing and comprehending.

Loving you and loving you only.

The acquainted with is only a breath away.

The familiar with is realizing the scenic beauty cascading before my eyes.

Which is you.

Regardless of what anyone may think or say.

Despite the consequences of self-delusion.

Your presence is nevertheless the better part of me.

Despite the background and the foreground that present themselves.

I do and will continue to adore and love you.

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Conscious and animated and dead

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Conscious and animated and dead

The awareness of presence and being are ever present.

Having the appearance of something alive with body gestures, emotions, and feelings.

Yet deceased in the spirit and the mind.

Feeling more alone in a crowd than being alone.

Wandering aimlessly in the present and troubled by the certainty of death.

The unknown is beckoning with every breath.

And who will moan the conscious and animated and dead?

Self-pity is a waste of time.

Regret is an illusion of what could have been.

Learning from experience is a missed opportunity.

Aware of presence and being and as lifeless as a fleeting thought.

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Feel the contours of age as a welcome mat to the grave and a carpet of covering.

Reminiscence about something that produced a smile.

A smile that appeared for an instant before receding into nothingness.

The blameless are shadows of the imagination and the guilty are rampant realities.

The nebulous image appearing in the mirror is only a hallucination.

A hallucination produced by the psychosis of thinking oneself to be alive.

The obviously untrue becomes a paradigm of virtue for the appearance that has no dimensions.

A vapor that masks the violent reality of a state of being coming to an end.

A paradigm of security and wellbeing heavily sprinkled with decimation and obliteration.

The true meaning of existence with its wreckage, ruination, and wastage.

Conscious and animated and dead within the wreckage, ruination, and wastage of the harmonious systematic universe.

Where the Sun is brightly shining and the beautiful blackness of the boundless regions beyond the planet Earth are sparkling with life and light.

So, the end comes with a guarantee.

A guarantee that has self-assurance.

The self-assurance that a monstrous character is firmly housed within.

Firmly housed within the conscious and animated and dead.

The end.

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I have a sharp vision

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I have a sharp vision.

I have a sharp vision of you and me.

I have a sharp vision of you and me that will never be.

The visions that I see of you, and I are contented and carefree.

But do not tell anyone; and do not say a word.

Because the visions that I see of you and me will never be.

Call it dreaming. Call it a hope in waiting.

Call it a well of water in a far-off place that I will never drink.

I whisper softly of it lest you hear it, lest you be far away and lest you be near.

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My vision of you and I are safe with me.

As safe with me as an aspiration that will never be.

As sheltered with me as a thought without meaning.

As isolated to me as a day without night.

As inaccessible for me as a fantasy that has no substance.

As hollow to my grasp as a touch without form.

I have a vision of you, and my vision is true to me.

It takes away my loneliness and it makes my loneliness more consuming and complete.

Yet, my vision of you and me, that will never be.

Brings fruitfulness to meaninglessness and hope to a void.

The vacancy of abandon becomes saturated with the abundance of your presence.

My vision of you is so true to me.

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I have a sharp vision.

A sharp vision of you speaking to me.

Speaking to me with soft kind words that waters the barren and makes the vacant fertile.

Speaking to me in thoughts and words that will never be.

I have a vision of you that has only one life force.

And that life force is housed inside the form of the animated dead.

Keep this to yourself. Hide it in an out-of-the-way place.

For my vision of you is true and is only for and about you.

As sharp as my desire for you and as clear as my knowledge that it will never be.

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Profiteering Off Misery

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A growing trend

You might have noticed a growing trend of people roaming the streets with cameras, capturing the harsh realities of homelessness and drug addiction that plague our country. They post their videos online, often with a subscribe button or a donation link, hoping to cash in on the misery and suffering of others. But do they really care about the people they are filming? Do they respect their privacy and dignity? Do they have any right to exploit their pain for profit? I don’t think so.

As a former addict and homeless person, myself, I know how it feels to be exposed and vulnerable in front of strangers. I know how it hurts to be judged and ridiculed for your mistakes and circumstances. I know how it stings to be treated like a spectacle or a curiosity. I didn’t want anyone to see me like that, let alone broadcast it to the world.

That’s why I find these profiteers of despair so disgusting and unethical. They are not documenting the problem to raise awareness or find solutions. They are not helping or empowering the people they are filming. They are not showing empathy or compassion. They are just using them as props and pawns for their own selfish gain. They are violating their human rights and dignity. They are making a mockery of their struggles and challenges. They are adding insult to injury.

What should be done?

So, what should be done about this? Should we ban or regulate these kinds of videos? Should we require consent from the subjects before filming them? Should we share the revenue with them if the videos are monetized? I think these are valid questions that need to be addressed. But more importantly, I think we need to change our attitude and perspective towards homelessness and drug addiction. We need to see them as people, not as problems. We need to listen to them, not to judge them. We need to support them, not to exploit them. We need to show them some respect and kindness, not some pity and scorn.

I have a confession to make, I prefer watching videos of people in trouble than videos of sunlight and flowers. Whether it’s a car crash, a robbery, or a fight, I can’t help but click on those thumbnails and watch the drama unfold. I know I’m not alone in this. There’s something fascinating about seeing the dark side of human nature, the chaos and the violence that lurks beneath the surface of our uncivilized society.

But I also have a question to ask: what about the people in those videos? The ones who are suffering, who are hurt, who are scared? Do they get anything out of this? Do they even know that their misfortune is being broadcast to millions of viewers online? And what about the ones who record and upload these videos? The ones who profit from the pain of others. Do they have any responsibility towards the people they exploit?

I think they do. I think that if someone makes money from filming other people’s misery, they owe them something. They owe them respect, compassion, and assistance. They owe them a share of their earnings, a gesture of gratitude, and a chance to improve their situation. They owe them more than just a click and a view.

A simple rule

That’s why I propose a simple rule for anyone who makes or watches these kinds of videos: give back to the people you film. If you record someone’s accident, help them out afterwards. If you witness someone’s crime, report it to the authorities. And if you profit from someone’s hardship, donate some of your money to them or to a charity that supports them. It’s only fair, right?

I know this might sound idealistic or unrealistic, but I believe it’s possible. I believe that we can enjoy these videos without being heartless or selfish. I believe that we can balance our curiosity with our empathy. And I believe that we can make a difference in the lives of the people we watch.

So next time you see a video of someone in trouble, don’t just watch and move on. Think about the person behind the screen. Think about how you would feel if you were in their shoes. And think about how you can help them out. Because they are not just actors in your entertainment. They are human beings who deserve your respect and kindness.

 

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I grew up in a Christian household.

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Foreword:

I grew up in a Christian household, but I was never really into it. I mean, I believed in Jesus and all that, but we didn’t go to church much, except on Easter and when someone died. I read the Bible a few times, and I liked some parts of it, like the Psalms and the Gospels, but a lot of it didn’t make sense to me. It didn’t match my idea of what God should be like, or what logic and reason would tell me.

So, I started to look for other ways of understanding myself and the world around me. I left behind Jesus and Christianity and the Bible. But sometimes I still listen to what they have to say, like the prophecies and the Ashkenazi Jewish apologetics. Just for entertainment, you know.

But what I’ve noticed is that most of these Christian preachers and believers and Ashkenazi (Jewish) rabbis who talk about these things are not very honest. They lie to make their point, or to convince others to follow them. They don’t care about the truth; they only care about their agenda. And these are supposed to be the moral leaders, the ones who teach by example. But they teach by example that lying is okay if it serves your purpose.

I’m not just talking about the ones who scam people for money, but also the ones who seem to really believe in what they say. The things these Christian preachers and believers and Ashkenazi (Jewish) rabbis say are so absurd, especially when you know the facts and use your brain to question them, not just blindly believe them.

Conclusion:

I am fortunate that I did not have any religious doctrines or beliefs force feed into me from childhood enabling me to me free to make my own decision as to whether I wanted to be a puff-bunny enslaved to a particular religion and faith or an unrestricted mind exploring the questions and the wonders of life.

But don’t take my word for it. Listen to them yourself. Really listen. And see if they make any sense. But by listening to them it is evident to me that these lairs of faith and belief do not have a clue as to what and who they are nor have the slightest idea of what the sustainer of existence is. If you find peace and comfort in late bronze age and early iron age theology, so well for you and may the thunderbolts of reality bypass you.

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