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Religious Wars

Last night my middle aged daughter asked me a question that had been bugging her but because of her belief in the bible she had not asked it out loud. Maybe it was because she was trying to figure out the answer on her own or it was because she was worried that God would look at her differently if she did. Maybe it was because she didn't want to seem like a traitor to her own people, I do not know the answer to that or the answer to the question that she asked me. To be honest I did not even answer her because I did not know the answer at the time, and I still may not but here is what I believe. 

Her question- Why do we go to war with other countries and ourselves over religion? 

Her thoughts about her question- We were raised Christians and so we believe in our God and our bible, it is a way of life for us. BUT other religions were raised the same way and completely believe in their bible and way of living. We make them seem bad when we are making them bad by telling them who and what to believe in. We argue over who's God is better and right and we should not be allowed to. Other countries don't kill us for believing in our God so what makes us kill them and make up different reasons to make it look like it is okay?

At first my thought was WOW this kid has really thought this through for a thirteen year old. I also knew right off that it had to be hard for her to speak the words that she was thinking because she has always been the bible pusher in our home and she loves her God to the fullest. I have for a very long time wondered the same thing, how can we say their God is not just as great at ours? You will hear people say the answer is this, our God does not wish to kill others as these TERRORIST Gods do. But is that the truth or the made up truth we want others to believe? Are they only protecting their beliefs as we do when we go and murder children and their families in other countries? Who is the real terrorist, them or us? I hate to say this but I will! I believe we are! We find any reason to start a war just because someone is not like us and do not believe like us. We go fight for these people "so called rights" as we are losing more of ours everyday. 

I refuse to tell my children that our God is the better God because I have no proof that that is true, I have not read their bibles and I have not sat in their churches during services. I refuse to listen to the media and I refuse to listen to our Government when they spin their tales of why it is okay for us to go into another country and murder innocent people. There is not one country that does not have BAD GUYS, there is not one religion that does not have corrupt followers. I do not believe we should go anywhere and tell others what to believe in when we have that war right here in the Untied States. I think all bibles should be in our schools, not just the one that we believe in and I believe the Untied States would be better off it that were allowed and they just left everyone else alone. 

My answer to her will be this- In their own way they have taken our right from us in which beliefs are right and wrong because we can no longer pray in schools as we once did. But for all of you that will only agree with that one statement think of this, who started the war against religions? Blame your own people before you blame other countries, for we taught them well! 

Homestead Reality

Two old people sit quietly on their porch,
they admire all that they had worked for.
The garden is smaller than years gone by,
the swing that they are swinging in has saw
better days. They do not care about the squeak
that they can hear, for in their younger days
a baby rest silently near.

That old barn that can been seen in the far
off distance, well it use to be red with shiny
new hinges. They smile in remembrance of
the first cow that bedded there, it filled many
bottles for the babies that cried in their arms.

Off to the side their once beautiful pond still
holds croaking toads, the weeds are grown
over like it had never been used. But they
do not care because their memories are of
long ago days, where their children had learned
how to swim in their childish amazement.

Least but not last, there it still sits! That once
white picket fence. Oh he remembers well the
day that they had found this place, his wife was
dead set on raising her soon to be babies on
this dwelling. Now the white has washed away,
like the youth that they shared happily as a
family.

The neighbors stare and gawk at the un-kept
homestead, but they wouldn't trade one thing
about it even if they were made. They can hear
them now talking, "have you seen it" and
"can you believe it". But they do not care
as they swing away, for this was the house
that they made a home as they watched their
children play and grow.

They stand up hand in hand, walking into
the house that they love dear. It is time to
cook supper for the grandchildren that
soon would be here!

Poetry flaws

I have been asked a thousand times
why do I write. I write to release negative
and positive emotions. It is like my silver
lining to everything no matter what
the outcome may be.

I use to crave the creativity of
the words that you and me could
understand and relate to. How exciting
to make something out of nothing.
How compelling it is to find your
own therapy just through the words
that you feel inside of your mind.

Of course I have written about
love and loss, depression and hope
and everything else in between
the lines of life and living. Maybe
once in a blue moon even something
more provocative depending on
my mood and where I may be.

How exciting it was to search and
join every poetry show that I could.
Recite my own words and listen to
the beauty of those who also joined.
But it got tiresome, no longer could
I enjoy my children sitting beside me
listening to what use to be pure pleasure
and beauty.

Where has all of the heartfelt scribes
gone and why has it turned into something
that our children can no longer learn from?
We hear of night pleasures that are best
left behind closed doors. How silly we have
become when this gift God gave us is
pushed aside just to see how many of
the opposite sex wish to join us in our
make believe beds.

Because of this I next to never search
for those shows that I use to crave. Because
of this I just stroll down my timeline reading
to my hearts desire. But then there it was,
stolen property to go with our words. This
has become something of the norm! We cry
our anger when someone slides in and takes
our words as their own but yet we take an
artist photo like they mean nothing at all.

I have heard it all, why then do they put
it out there for everyone to see. Have we
forgotten that we do the same, does that
mean it is up for grabs in thievery? Can
we drop the name of the starving artist
that created the beauty we wish to use?
Maybe show them respect as we ourselves
would wish?

I don't know, maybe it is time to take a
break. Enjoy the real world and not the
fake. And we wonder why ten poetry books
will never sell as many as one novel may.

I have broken my own heart "myself and one hell of a country singer has been working on this and it will be out for everyone to hear soon: EXCITED

I have broken my own heart

leaving myself bruised and torn

clinging to the gates of hell with bloodied fingers

begging for the dark to let me join

I have lain restless nights in this lonesome bed

with a bottle of southern comfort

resting softly in my hand.

All of my energy has been wasted away

for the sun has risen and I have not slept in days.

What I wouldn't have given

 if you had opened your eyes,

what I wouldn't have lost if mine had not been

blinded by your country loving lies.

Anticipating what I knew was not worth the battle,

I gave all that I had and made up what I didn't.

I believed in the fairy tales

where dreams were forbidden,

another drink of this poison,  maybe I'll forget

I have broken my own heart

leaving myself bruised and torn

clinging to the gates of hell with bloodied fingers

begging for the dark to let me join

Yea I have broken my own heart with

every ounce of will that I could muster.

I have paced these floors screaming

at god for the answers that he would not share.

Yea I have broken my heart and done all that I could,

I made sure that the one I loved

would never step near me anymore.

I ran into the dark looking for my own way,

I came out stronger no longer

 begging to hear your name.

I have broken my own heart

leaving myself bruised and torn

clinging to the gates of hell with bloodied fingers

begging for the dark to let me join.

I have broken my own heart believing

I could never move on.

I found the love of my life in the corner of these hills.

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Just a thought

 I have been thinking about this for a very long time and I wonder how many other people have thought about it besides myself so here goes. We see more and more drugs on the streets and children popping pills or smoking weed to their hearts content and we wonder what has gone wrong with our country so badly that our children are lost to such a death habit. It is so easy for the government to blame the parent or the crowds that our children run with, I mean of course "who else could there be to blame"? I mean heaven forbid we blame the government who threatens to take our children if we spank them "spanking is not beating" there is a difference. The government has allowed the children to call all the shots in their raising. We have to worry about our children going to school or a friends house and say they were beat when they were merely spanked. When all is said and done the government will also blame you when your child is out of control and then that will yet give them another reason to do as they wish with your child. Along with this you also have teachers wanting and even at times making you take your child to the doctor because, well they are children and some cannot sit still for eight hours through the day. I am not young but I am also not that old and I never remember seeing so many children doped up in school like they are now. And then you have doctors telling you that they need to medicate your child until their liver or kidneys are fried to please these teachers. Once again if you do not do as the school wants and drug your child then there you go again fighting to keep your child. What is a wrong with this picture? I think a lot! If you think about it we are raising children to become drug addicts at the beckon of our schools and government. Yes there are parents out there that leads their children down such a path but there are more that do not. 

  Think about it this way, you have a child who is hyper "meaning moving around in their school seats" so the teacher tells you they need medicine to be calm "another wards a mummy" and you have to get them these meds or they will not be able to teach them. In the past the parent could say that they do not want their child medicated but now we do as the teacher wants or we end up regretting it "the school will make sure of that", we have no choices now on how our child should be raised! So now back to the point, our children have now been put on meds and told their whole lives that a pill will answer all of their problems but when they are eighteen they can no longer have the medication they have been told their whole lives that they need so they can "be good and do what they need to do to be successful" so what do they do? They go out and find the cheapest thing that they can find! Pills from a pill head "that we created also" or pot! Now they can be calm, now they can do what they need to do, now they can be successful, but in reality they are going down a dark alley that they sometimes will never recover from. Once the pills or pot no longer works they move on to bigger things and better highs. It was the way the government told them since childhood was the right way. Oh yes there will be some who says that is a crock but then there will be others who will see it is not such a crock when they open up their minds and really give it thought. 

  I as a parent was made to put my nine year old on pills "to be calmer" and now her liver is screwed up by those pills. I have been made to compromise my daughters health so a teacher can have an easier day. I know she is hyper "I live with her" but her health should not have to be compromised so the school does not have to deal with her. I have an idea, lets allow parents to raise their child and give them a spanking if nothing else works "not beating" and leave the drugs out of the picture! Here is another idea, if you cannot handle a less than perfect child then don't go to school and waste your money to be a teacher. Some of us parents would rather a hyper child instead of a dead one! Here is an idea, lets go back twenty years and do what parents were allowed to do then so we can help solve the drug epidemic and school shootings! How about this, lets stop paying doctors for every prescription that they write so maybe they will not be so pill happy. So the next time the government or school tells you that you cannot spank or to put your child on meds ask yourself this, do I really want to add to the problem? Do I really want to create my own drug addict? Am I the parent, or are they? 

Just a thought!!