2012: AUTHENTICITY, NO PLASTIC SMILES NEEDED

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In some spiritual circles, admitting you are having or had a bad day is simply not acceptable. In that way of thinking, one must never admit a negative since that will only draw more negativity. To me, this is simply denial. That's not a game I choose to play. If I need a plastic smile to please someone, that is an individual I don't need in my life.

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Authenticity

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A POISON TREE

 

I was angry with my friend

I told my wrath, my wrath did end

I was angry with my foe

I told it not, my wrath did grow

 

And I watered it in fears

Night and morning with my tears

And I sunned it with smiles

And with soft deceitful wiles

 

And it grew both day and night

Till it bore an apple bright

And my foe beheld it shine

And he knew that it was mine

 

And into my garden stole

When the night had veiled the pole

In the morning glad I see

My foe outstretched beneath the tree

 

 

I get some ideas from his mysticism and ageless metaphysics: 

It seems we, ourselves, choose who are our friends and who are our enemies, and once we choose to hide our anger and fake love, the hostages of our double messages even die from our lies when we don’t even realize that our name we go by is half poison; half tree. Oh and so too, the apple children of our human choice of trees receive our resentment, fake love, and even die from our lies when we don’t even realize that our names, that gender duality goes by, is half woman; half man. So this close relative edited “The Poison Tree” to enhance human understanding of the source of our children’s poison:

 

 

DUALITY GENDER

 

I was angry with my gender

I told my wrath, my wrath did end

I was angry with the other gender

I told it not, my wrath did grow

 

And I watered it in fears,

Night and morning with my tears

And I sunned it with smiles

And with soft deceitful wiles

 

And it grew both day and night

Till we bore an innocent child

And my partner turned green with envy

And we began to hate both gender

 

And into our bed we stole

When the night had hidden the pole

In the morning glad I see

The other gender as dead as me