Tag: intuition

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.

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

The Invisible Passenger

He is my most trusted advisor
Compared to me he is the wiser
He knows my every thought
Even all the things that I forgot
He’s smarter than that McGyver

Once I was traveling alone
My presence was unknown
My Patience was wearing thin
So he finally decided to dial in
Before my flight had flown

Feeling his presence near me
I closed my eyes so I could see
He presented me with visions
Visions of fights and divisions
That were fast approaching me

We talked for about an hour
Two times the brainpower
Visions inside my mind’s eye
Showed that which was nigh
Arming me with firepower

I knew what signs to watch for
So I looked for my open door
Soon I saw what I needed to see
And approached the mad fightee
Before there was any of the gore

Only I can see he who is invisible
He and I are truly indivisible
He keeps me on the right path
From becoming a sociopath
My Higher self: Passenger invisible.

The Wild One

She was the one they called wild.
Labeled when she’s still a child.
“Shes a witch” they cried out.
She was different. No doubt.
But her history has been filed.

At 19 she burned at the stake,
But only after her Orleans wake.
But that’s the course of man’s fear:
That women take what’s dear.
The testimonies they tried to fake.

You see, before she was twenty,
She out performed men a plenty.
Her courage was truly unmatched,
But Burgundy’s plan was hatched.
And to a fiery death went she.

Witch or not, she had divine spark,
And got the dreaded witch’s mark
Her life was glorious, but short,
When she failed the bishop’s court.
But now she is [Saint] Joan of Arc.

A Frightening Revelation

He points to the house and asks
If I can see past all the masks
But I see and feel nothing crazy
Then my vision goes all hazy
As he gives me more tasks

“Do you feel anything here?”
As if I’m some sort of sightseer
But I do sense agony on site
As if there was some blight
Then we walk to the rear

As I come to the cattle lands
I touch the rails with my hands
A heavy burden push down
I feel like I’m about to drown
And drop into the cold sands

Visions of death and decay
Fires that burn it all away
Thousands of cattle dead
All of them sick in the head
Death the mad cow way

As the pain overwhelms me
I am barely able to give my plea
For it all to stop and disappear
“Relieve me of their great fear”
And all the death that I can see

The man touches my forearm
And tells me of no need to alarm
That he is my guardian angel
And that I gave him a new angle
About this little cattle farm

I awaken from my nightmare
And at my ceiling, I just stare
Wondering if this was cognition
Or some weird premonition
that I need to know where

Six months later, thousands die
Fires burn them right as they lie
Many a cattle were lost then
And the pain came back again
As I watched the smoky sky