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Mother, Oh Mother!

There is no replacing a mom in this or any other time. The caring she bestows at a child's birth, years on and even when
grey hair blankets her loving reflections, it is inconceivable to abandon the memories only love lays witness to, as to
how we came to be who we are. My mother lives, no matter that the heavens have welcomed her a time back; she dwells in every adoring recollection that
even a most captivating verse will have to wait a time to expound as to what she really signifies. It's Mother's Day for those of us who are fortunate to embrace one, and for those who, with a
tear and a smile, are able to celebrate the memory of an eternal one. I share those
loving moments on this special occasion, while also seeking the blessings from the Heavens above for those who have
become dispossessed, without a mom, forced to flee yesterday's home for a shed in foreign lands. Mother O Mother, always a beacon that shines our seasons
past, now and for all time. by @beeseemee

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Every step we take, every path we choose becomes yesterday’s memories to those who live to remember. And if I live tomorrow, I will remember what I wish to forget. Back, so many yesteryears ago when I was then without sin, I was led to believe that God was the Almighty who created love over hate, good over evil, forgiveness over spite, and I believed all of that, and from His good hands I inherited the kindest and most caring guardians, a dedicated father and a saintly mother. And though heaven has welcomed them a time ago, I for the most part, have thankfully lived by their moral code of ethics and as best as I could bestowed those values down to my children. If God was so right with me then, how could He, I thought, be so wrong by gifting the world with an evil? An ogre who trampled on the down trodden, who slammed proud cultures, who brought back memories of slavery by painting the color black with the mud of his malady and most importantly by tarnishing the image of decent American citizens by lumping them in the eyes of the world with his thugs and hoodlums. America is and has always been great. It was made that way. It does not need to be remade, not for all the money some wish to benefit of using it for! Is it plausible, conceivable for one to enact laws to protect them from the people they serve? The world knows well what kind of spirit Americans live by. That’s why they were shook up and pained for us because they know that my kind of American has always been kind, has always sacrificed to make them free when it mattered and they will not soon or ever forget. Unlike the great Roman Empire, we will not fall and today we proved the spirit of America is alive and well. We live in difficult times, yes. We lived in far worse eras. Yes we have nagged, shouted cried and laughed and it was and will always be all in the family and no one or anything, no matter the odds can penetrate for the purpose of deflating the minds of those who created this Republic now or ever. Hades will wait for those who sinned wherever against the trust of their people. For this episode in our living nation, that is why I will remember what I wish to forget! by @beeseemee

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What makes Christmas so unlike any other day is what we have always imagined it to be and what we wished it to be. In that long ago humble village of Bethlehem a boy was adopted by a Holy Father to be born in what we now believe to be a Holy Land and to be reared a Lord, a Savior for the noble purpose of spreading peace in a troubled world. As we came to be told, this boy became a Jesus for His believers ultimately sacrificing Himself, forsaken on a cross so that we can be saved from sin. And now, for me, The “We”, becomes an enigma in this world of divergent beliefs. How we came to dictate to other cultures with beliefs not in mind with ours, how we came to knot them all together under this same cross is how precisely we generated our complex differences today, how we provoked those autre faiths because we found comfort in those who preach to us in order to degrade the beliefs of others. Where Jesus spread his Christianity is a place that is also the birth of Islam and Judaism, and yet we continue to be led by those who try to make us believe of our all almighty religion, of our all superior Savior when humbly other cultures continue to honor Jesus as a prophet while they revere their own Savior and Lord. There are beautiful souls the world over and all are not Jesus beings, and yet the same Father that adopted this “our” Jesus, has also adopted the other Lords of the residents of this planet. When provoked one signals a message so others can incite as well. Isn’t our world today a perfect analogy of this continuous provocation? Well, headaches aside, I believe in Santa Claus. Today religion is as far as can be when Santa is recalled. Other faiths adopted similar figures to Santa because his mention brings smiles the world over and yes even Moslems and Jews share the happiness of Santa with their children. Santa belongs to children the world over without any adaptation to any religious bias. If children are allowed to voice their choice, Santa would lead in every ballot the world over. Merry Christmas and more importantly a Happy and Healthy blessed New Year to all of you. by @beeseemee

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Where art thou, Oh dear God!
I am not sure if God is on a recess, for if He is still among us I believe we are in a dilemma; Is He well or perhaps on a sabbatical, because a reason does not exist, nor can I fathom for a minute that He would make a pact with the Devil to allow for hellish heathens to dehumanize this once what was His marvel, this beautiful Earth.

In which world do consuls misrepresent what they pretend in what they believe? Not even in their Holy Books or in their philosophies that assume holiness have they presently come to spread words of faith, words they pledged to uphold upon the day of their allegiance to that, yes, that God. Goodness now resides in the womb of hypocrisy, for the words they trumpet in those sorrowful times sting rather than heal and we have become labelled faithful if we follow a certain creed and a heathen if we chose the other. Those are our dolorous times, in which commoners designate themselves our new Gods and where the blind sheep follow their promises clearly to their demise.

Where art thou, oh dear Almighty? Your consuls have mired our pathway to your heaven. As we have come in all our years to seek your Blessings, tell us now if You might be in need of our prayers! I need to broach the subject of suffering and forgiveness with You, for we are enduring a myriad of untold sufferings and forgiveness has been slain by your entrusted envoys.

I still believe in You and now I need You. Believe in what You conceived for many of the good people who revere You are now living in a pivotal time for survival. I know You are there. When we prayed to You, giving up was never in our cards. And now it’s time for You to rid us of the evil among us. by @beeseemee

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An Ode for our Times by @beeseemee

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Nothing reminds me more with our present time in America than the rise and fall of the Roman Empire. America was born when honest and true patriots rose against tyranny and inequitable justice. We can still touch and feel their spirit throughout this land on their fields of sacrifice. We gained an identity then, and we travelled a treacherous course towards seeking nationhood. And yet and not so unlike the Romans, some of us then felt the need to rob a cradle from another land in order to enslave it into dehumanizing conditions, and as happened with that far off Empire, we found ourselves quarrelling among ourselves, for a number of us felt that injustice has been dealt to the words of our Founding Fathers: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.” And, we spilled brotherly blood in a Civil War that was in no human form, Civil. We can still feel their pain and touch their soul where they lie today in Bull Run, Antietam and Gettysburg. Wise leaders kept the Union intact. Rome lived and prospered because of great minds and true to form leaders like Augustus, Cicero, Trajan, Hadrian, Marcus Aurelius and Aurelian. We owe our American greatness to those whom we continue to honor for uplifting this nation, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, John Adams, Abraham Lincoln and James Madison. And then the Great Roman Empire fell because of corrupt leaders like Romulus, Thrax, Nero, Commodus and Caligula. We will Fall if we choose to enable those who betray the ideals of our Constitution to rot for the ages. I am proud of my service to this country and because of it, my American soul, my American heart and my American mind are aching in fear of our present implosion of our nation’s democracy and of our fragmentation of the House built on the eternal bones of those who sacrificed so that we may breathe the air of freedom.
(Continued in comments) by @beeseemee

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Hurt for the young of those who hate. Born, their young open their eyes to minds of darkness. Soon and oh so sadly their innocence turn to scars of indifference masked by the bigotry of those who nourish them with spoons of bitterness. Sleep well dear George. Rest In Peace knowing; for you may have awakened the blind from their deep sleep of apathy. We remain steadfast against those who preach with hollow words and will keep the torch burning in our commitment to bring a sense of rhythm to how everything beautiful will always be in need of how the color black matters. by @beeseemee

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Generally people are led to believe that survival is the ultimate outpost of sadness. I believe that sadness is the beginning strides to survival, that is if when sadness arrives we are able to welcome it having been christened when we embraced its darkest moments; not skirting its vengeance, rather in cuddling it, for when we are able to discover its soul with our pain, we truly then become absolved of its torment. And now, in these our wrenching times, so many of us here and there and, alas, and tragically everywhere, are being haunted by this distasteful and invading plague; taking with it too soon a dear one and shamelessly planting sadness at our door. As humans with a lifelong taste of the womb-to -tomb survival we have memories of sadness, and they will always remain in us to remind us of just how this survival earned was worth all our struggles. And this chapter in this our time will remain a testament for all our future generations of how we kept this torch burning so that they can continue to light the future ways. by @beeseemee

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How pitiful we can be when we, in the name of a God, can justify hate against one another. We are in an age of separatism, imposed on us who fall in weakness, by those who seek to divide for the benefit of falsified glory. How insignificant we are, then, when we find the real enemy piercing our hearts and inviting death at our door and without even requiring a spear or a war. Does it matter now, with this cagy virus, if we are a Moslem, a Christian, a Jew, gay or straight, an atheist or a believer or of any color? This virus knows no boundary, human or otherwise and its death comes calling without choosing with whom it makes its bed. How humble we become in a midst of hypocrisy driven only by a fear we only know so well from times gone by. Like all of them, this will be, I am afraid, a fleeting moment of humility until we rise again from washing our hands to washing off our brotherly love. Those are our times, so scientifically innovative and yet so morally woeful. taken in Straßlach-Dingharting, Bayern, Germany by @beeseemee

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When a dear father lay awake in anticipation of an end while his faithful loved ones hearts march to the beat of torment, it is then that life begins to chant an ode to the expectations we may wish for, and no matter the words it lashes out, an end will certainly trumpet its way into our mortal souls. But an end is always a celebration of another beginning. We have lived it a million times and more, making the ticking hours of our present season a life well worth the journey. There is a time of dying, though in most times, death is not at all a party to it. Dying is a path we never cease to follow, and this during a time when life remains its companion, allowing suffering to make a call, a heartache to plant a seed, almost like a passing thought to assure us, to convince us that a time will come when we will also lay awake in anticipation of a new beginning. My dearest wife is presently holding this her father’s hand, a man whose life will surely find a new beginning and whose gentle soul will certainly touch the gracious hand of God. We will always celebrate the glory of our father’s life during the remaining seasons of our waking time. . by @beeseemee

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