The man who worked too fast.

So I work with a man. He is a good man, a moral man, a fast man. This man is a “work your butt off” kinda man. He never slows down, not even to eat. he is a vital asset to a company that only considers office jobs vital assets, but his job is more important. Even beyond this mans ability to make sure this plant stays running, he is indirectly a teacher, giving everyone of us here a lesson we should all abide by, and be weary of……

When we do everything as quickly as this man, our lives are put in danger. Physically, we all know working too fast invites injury to our dining room table and then our bed. There is another danger though. A danger just as bad as physical; and that danger is loss.

We lose our humanity bit by bit. We miss what life is showing us, and it is not speed. Once you stop and see the world at 25 mph, that 70 mph lifestyle fades. You will learn more about yourself and the world and that’s what’s important

Not being the first to the finish line, but making sure we ALL make it to the finish line.

So don’t be a “get it done quickly”!kinda man livin’ life as fast as you can, Slow it down and enjoy the day, And life life the better way.

Positive Post March 11

There is a skill that I believe everyone needs.

This skill is easy enough to use. You don’t have to build anything, read anything, study anything, or even put any complex thought in it whatsoever.

This skill will open your mind, heart , and soul to a new way of dealing with and tackling problems. This skill makes you healthier indirectly through positive vibes. This skill can put you in a meditative state close to instantly and will last as long as you have the time. That skill is…

Stopping to smell the “roses”.

Just slowing down, closing your eyes and thinking of absolutely nothing but the smell can do wonders. I say roses because what you are smelling may not be roses. It may be mint, cinnamon, or even Rosemary. Just replace roses with whatever you have.

There is a problem with society. We are away from nature. We forced ourselves away. We came from nature and will return there one day. We have developed NDD, Nature Deficit Disorder, and it shows in our daily lives.

Please, go outside and use them noses. Wonders are shown when you stop to smell the roses.

Y’all have a blessed day and be well.

There Once was a Man Who Looked, But couldn’t see.

There once was a man who looked but couldn’t see. He was smart for he studied constantly. 
But for all his knowledge, he couldn’t see. 
He couldn’t see what life was. In all his studying he lost sight of what’s important. Sure he knew math, and science, stars, and even religions.
But what he found in studying he lost in
Life.

He lost what life was and what it could be, 
For He was the man that looked but couldn’t see

Man on a Sabbatical

Let me give you a hypothetical
About a man on a sabbatical
Not much is known after his birth
As if he had vanished from earth
Then at 33 he is now a radical

Where was he for all those years
He definitely wasn’t with peers
Yet now at 33 he had 12 students
Teaching them with much prudence
While holding back all the tears

But the hypothetical is this
Was he in the great abyss?
Was he learning in the east
The the Taoists did he feast?
Did he learn to predict the kiss?

What if he wasn’t really a savior?
What if he was just a man of yore?
What if he learned from the mystics
Out in the far east Indian sticks?
What if it was thier stories he bore?

The Elven Fire

Shaneise, a little birdie told me of your b-day.
There is so much good stuff for her to say.
You’re the only one shes ever connected.
So deeply, as if by universe, you were selected,
And your fashion sense does apparently slay.

So just like her sister’s poem before you,
You get a very special rhyming tale too
A tale of a woman so natural and wise
One who helps others in a state of demise
Adding yet another Gryffindor to the slew

This tale will be of a magical woman
That was bound to no mortal man
She came from the land of dragonshire
And to be a fashion model she did aspire
To show the world her skin ever so tan

But little did she know about her past
Of how much magic her line had amassed
900 years of magic concentrated down
Now triggering the final countdown
To the cleansing of the great Belfast

1000 years ago the great seer saw
Images of when the land would thaw
‘Tis when the great evil will be free
To corrupt from the land to the sea
But he wouldn’t be any ole outlaw

As Shaneise was born way too soon,
Another born to an Aquarian moon,
She was left to a fragile single mother
But then she was passed to another
As the sun rose on a hot day in June

Taken away before she could learn
About the inner magics that burn
So she led a eccentric girl’s unique life
Accompanied by lots of grief and strife
From a mother that was greatly stern

The ragged clothes she always wore
Greatly affected her to her very core
So every day she plotted her escape
For a life that she could reshape
And by that she absolutely swore

One day she saw an opened door
An escape she could easily score
For there was a call for females tall
To model in Belfast and bare it all
This was what she was made for

She arrives to the Celtic city
Looking like grace and beauty
The city was sprawling and grand
Ready for molding at her hand
And not ready for one so pretty

From here the story gets good
In a land where evil once stood
A pretty little wood elf now resides
In fashion she makes great strides
Magically weaving cloak and hood

But then a strange thing occurred
When she read an ancient word
Her unseen runes went neon
Her magic now fully turned on
Her vision blurry and words slurred

The power rushed through her core
Dropping her to the cold hard floor
She rose with rune tattoos glowing
Strength and power now overflowing
The elf is now ready for the new war

As the shockwaves rocked the nine hells
And penetrated the space-time parallels
Lord Dughall new the time had come
And sounded the demon war drum
Into Shaneise flooded ancient spells

The Lord Mayor unleashed the nether
The tear brought dark, stormy weather
The people of Belfast dropped to knees
Uttering prayers in repeats of threes
But Shaneise pulled them all together

As unimaginable evil rapidly descended
The entire town she fervently defended
earth, air, fire, water, and aether merged
So that the horrible evils could be purged
In the beautiful lands that were contended

Lord Dughall descended to the battle field
With is demon enchanted sword and shield
Shaneise’s power was almost depleted
But the Lord Mayor was overly conceited
The young elf refused to get herself killed

With her strength now almost expended
She lifter her head with her arms extended
With her last breath, she dug deep within
And the runes lifted off of her elven skin
The explosion had time and space bended

As evil was defeated and nether closed
Shaneise’s body lay lifeless and exposed
But the story wasn’t over for the heroine
The girl from Gryffindor had narrowed in
Primrose came and her life was reimposed

The man with sand in his eyes.

There once was a man that loved the beach. One day at the beach he got sand in his eyes. Now this sand irritated his eye so much he could not see. Do you see? Even something you cannot see can cause you so much pain.

Masculine Sun

The sun. Masculine giver of light
2025 his spots reach thier height
His prime cycle of double one
When he dies, we are all done
And cold will be that fateful night.

Isn’t strange that Jesus was thirty three
Dying, completing three cycles, did he
And on top of that he is the “SON”
Do you see what I’ve just done?
I made the sun a part of the holy trinity

When men harnesses the sun power
The world will see a great light shower
Apollo, god of the sun, bringer of light
The masculine holder of oracle sight
More men need to harness this power