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Saturday, May 28, 2011
What And Why?
Why is it you survive? Why do you try so hard to get over what has happened to you and yet what has happened to you makes you who you are. How do you move on from the past when it is slaming you in the face in the present. How do you take life when life delivered you to a monster? If you don't know love, why is that so bad? If you are the child of a monster, does that make you one? How do you put one foot in front of another when your flashbacks go live? How do you stop the pain, when all you know is pain and it hurts all the time? How do you fight to get back up on your feet, when your feet are tired of running? How do you do what you promised yourself to do when you were young, when nobody will take the time to listen? How do you tell a story when the story is your life? How do you undo your sin, when your sin is being born? How do you communicate to anyone that a con is still being run today? How do you tell anyone that you cannot let something go because so many people are still in danger of being manipulated? How do you do what is so difficult when the nightmares still plague you? How do you say to anyone that the professionals tell you not to have anything to do with your family because they are so destructive? How do you stop the destruction of a person, when you cannot get anyone to realize that everyone that has been impacted, ran away after they new it was a con? How do you tell those people to stop hiding and being embarrassed their losses and to suck it up so that other people don't suffer the same? How do you stop this train, when nobody ever stands against what harmed them? How do you show compassion for all of these same people when they are the people that caused you so much harm? How do you explain who you are and that you are missing so much because you don't know love? How do you tell your older sister to stop telling you she is so sorry you did not have a childhood, when you believe you did, it was just so different? How do you tell your sister when she starts to tell you all that you are missing, that you don't feel at all bad about it because if you don't know your missing it, you don't know what you are missing. So, it doesn't matter if I missing something, I don't know what it is. Why does my life make people cry? Why can't I just stop the madness so nobody else gets hurt? Why can't I do what I need to do? Why am I so incapable? Why can't I get anyone's help to stop or look at anything that has happened? Why does life deliver to you the gift of breath if while I am using this gift I cannot do anything for anyone but myself? Why do we have flashbacks, if we can't understand what to do with them? Why do we survive, if when we do, we just are meant to go on like all of you? How can we go on like all of you, if we are survivors of severe neglect, no love, abuse, rape and incest? If I don't have what you have to ground myself with, how is it that I am meant to be acceptable to you if what grounds me is unexplainable? If you don't know love, then how is it you are meant to know anything else? If it matters so much then why don't people take the time to show you what it is you are missing? If I survived so that I could defend my life as an adult, then why would being loved even matter? If it is so troublesome to listen to my story, then why do you want to always know about horror? Why is it that society doesn't thrive and prosper on the positive? Why is it people look for the most tragic and horrible stories to report? Why is is everybody tunes in to these and not to the healthy stories? Why is it a problem I learned how to be from the brady bunch? Where are you meant to learn family values if they are taught like mine were? Where do you turn for help, when help never came for you? How do you do it all, when it all is robbed from you so you cannot do anything? How do you help anyone when nobody will admit there is a problem?
Monday, November 14, 2011
The Destruction of my C.D. Plan
I was left in the National Park,
my family drove away,
laughter from the car tore myself apart.
"Some one love me, some one won't leave Me."
The car banked the turn and I fell where I stood.
I watched through the trees,
the station wagon would lean,
as it curved out of each turn.
The voices so merry,
and I was so forlorn, to death did I grasp.
I was left in the dark,
I was left to go check
to see if anything had been left behind
on this picnic of mine.
I did not know that the thing was me.
They all piled in and screeching I heard.
I ran so fast,I thought I got back,
but all I did see were the tail lights,
no brakes lights lite up,
no doors opened to say,
"Run little sister they mean to kill you today."
I scream in myself, it's been years since this day,
and today I can't breath, for the memory is me.
I was not even Three, they left me to see.
when I fell to my knees, I thought of the time,
that I lived through this bind.
One year or forty, fifty or sixty years, the years could pass,
the pain it does last, for once you've left, you never look back.
Your blinded by pain, if you ever run back, there is emptiness always; You stare.
Until this moment you will not know what its like,
so don't ask the questions, of God or fuck christ,
I stood alone and I had already fallen twice in this zone.
TIMES DOES NOT HEAL THESE KINDS OF WOUNDS!
Human Beings are the cruelest of creatures I know,
they leave not scars but they burn in and char,
whatever they are.
I'll never forget, you Rebecca Mae Dyas, I live in the present,
who would live in this past.
You forget it so fast, you fall for it again and again and again.
It's people like you that lead me down there,
I never suspect, it happens so fast.
You bring on the monsters that haunt me from then
I don't live inside places that scare me so much that the terror becomes my nightmares,
and day mares are back.
You assume with your pompous regime of degree,
and one day you'll know that you never knew me.
Your description of sickness, its sterile from you,
"I will not change," you said this, with what part of your mind,
could even imagine I'd live where I died?
Is this your presume? Your preference to me?
I try everyday to never remind, let alone remember to any degree,
that I was left behind, In the night with no cars,
there were no people, the park was closed and we were the last to exit that night.
Who would live in a time to remind themselves of,
the family who never loved them,
from birth to this day,
they curse me and say,
"She is possessed and the Beast 666, she is, we know, 'cause we are the best."
they do not protest, they know this for certain and repeat it for zest.
My Family that is, just in case you're confused by all of this news.
My Family that is, just in case you're confused by all of this news.
Why would I remind myself of this pain,
I ran and I ran, I run till I can,
find peace in my mind,
and kindness from some.
All you have done Rebecca Mae,
is drag up in my mind, pulled me back into time,
that screaming inside can't be heard from beyond,
'cause god forbid it still hurt to be left in the dirt,
face down where it hurts.
face down where it hurts.
Screaming in silence with tears that don't come,
but today they did pour,
but today they did pour,
after suffering a bag that suffocated the fact,
that air is not needed, you just have to stand back.
Understand what has happened,
and be mad that you missed,
and be mad that you missed,
what seem to have hissed at such a fast pace,
I jumped and I missed.
And Rebecca you're great, you and your emails of hatred and more,
made me recount what happened from birth till Ed was a boy.
Destroyed what was healed,
for the sake or the need to say, "Please stop I can feel."
I hope it was worth it for you to do and leave me in side of a place,
in my mind, that is so very unkind,
you don't know it exists this place in my brain.
Why would I tell you of such lifetime pain.
I would have ruined you before you turned Nine.
You never spent years with me, helping me with anything,
You went off to College, got drunk and did drugs,
fucked boys, went to my Mother's on Holidays and Summers.
Went out with Sarah your Aunt,
before you were legal to drink in a Bar.
before you were legal to drink in a Bar.
Last time I saw you, I told you my truth,
diagnosed as a kid, I thought it would heal.
Make you laugh, it was stupid and not such a big deal.
Make you laugh, it was stupid and not such a big deal.
A genius I said, I joked so you'd feel at ease with the fact,
that I was so young when it happened like that.
You screamed at me saying, "It doesn't count if Dennis said that!"
What a strange response from an eldest daughter: I prompt!
But thanks to you, you caused an erupt,
left you did, just like it was then,
a National Park I was in: KNOT!
This time I sat on a couch without even one friend.
This time I sat on a couch without even one friend.
I was all alone, yet it happened again.
I opened your note, excited to see,
I opened your note, excited to see,
it had been so long since you had been near or written to me.
The pain was the same,
the memory had not hit,
I forgot all the things that happened from then,
I could not even remember the when.
the memory had not hit,
I forgot all the things that happened from then,
I could not even remember the when.
But today is the day and early it starts,
it takes it all day to even begin.
it takes it all day to even begin.
So, as the Bell Tolls,
as that ball begins to roll,
down memory lane we take that stroll,
as that ball begins to roll,
down memory lane we take that stroll,
I live not in those yesterdays,
for if I did, I would be dead today.
for if I did, I would be dead today.
The pain is so deep and it rips when I see,
the car pull away or the note and your say.
"So live in the present," you said, it was mean.
It is what you wrote,
It is what you wrote,
but know that your words, if that's what you mean,
took yet one more life and I'm tired of it always being mine.
Related you are to the ones that did leave,
the small girl that was left, sadly, was me.
No possible way could you ever be mine,
to say that you're my daughter,
to say that you're my daughter,
would be a mistake,
and obvious change has caused us to break our relate.
and obvious change has caused us to break our relate.
You will know that your name I did give,
Rebecca Mae has caused an alliance,
Rebecca Mae has caused an alliance,
the death of her mother in mind and in spirit, in heart and in Soul,
thank goodness for that, for I doth not own the last two destroyed from out of this home,
my body does shriek.
I dumped long ago.
One Soul it was sold to my mother in blood,
the Heart I gave away, not to long after, I knew it was not needed,
in a place that found laughter at the cost of a life in obvious strife.
One Soul it was sold to my mother in blood,
the Heart I gave away, not to long after, I knew it was not needed,
in a place that found laughter at the cost of a life in obvious strife.
I am sorry James Blunt, I held high hopes for myself once, in fact many did joke,
that they have danced by your side, met you in person.
The very same crowd that I speak of on here, told me this so clear.
Now that it's over, Rebecca destroyed, five years of planning,
so I would not run and maybe find out what love was about.
And then I could possibly be brave enough to hold a mans hand,
not yours, I'm not stupid.
But as I have said before, my family, my sisters, my no more friends,
rammed down my throat they did,
But as I have said before, my family, my sisters, my no more friends,
rammed down my throat they did,
apparently they thought I wanted just you,
no other would do for me they said.
I used to believe that dreams do come true,
I used to believe that if you do what you are meant to,
if you work really hard, you will deserve and earn a good heart.
That what you do sow, is what you will reap,
that if your dreams have some balance,
then magic may help,
if life's been to much and all you really, really need,
is a little bit of help.
In a dream that I had I knew I did not
is a little bit of help.
In a dream that I had I knew I did not
want for one thing to happen again,
to be left alone, standing with out a hand or a friend.
The tears they do flow, from those times to these,
the ages of Two and of Three, I cannot take this, what have I done?
the ages of Two and of Three, I cannot take this, what have I done?
But to ruin a Man, I don't even know, I can't hear his music,
it's gone with the flow, of all the hard work to take me away,
in my mind from the pain, I would turn him up loud,
James Blunt sang away, deaf I became, to hurt and the pain.
His heart in the front and he was my plan,
so that I could stay in the moment of now.
I never wanted to lose myself again to the ages,
of times or in memories that cause me so much fear.
of times or in memories that cause me so much fear.
Before I was Ten,
when beatings were fine,
rape was O.K.,
I was the trash can for all of them.
They'd say so casually, "She don't belong to anyone, anyway."
Let her scream, she might, but who really cares,
she's dead in her mind and she's mine to do with as, as I please anyhow!
Don't worry your mind,
Rebecca Mae,
James Blunt will not care,
he is a Pop Star, a singer from England.
I thought he was cool and really kind of handsome too.
He is busy with his own life, he doesn't read these stupid things that I write.
Least of all care of the pains of a woman, even if I was a fan,
named Set_Zero, I'm gone..
named Set_Zero, I'm gone..
Have a wonderful life,
my Becky Mae of Sunny Brook Farm,
with memories so clean,
"No Regrets" your address, just like my mother.
my Becky Mae of Sunny Brook Farm,
with memories so clean,
"No Regrets" your address, just like my mother.
More importantly so, I loved my mother regardless,
I just did not understand her, it's impossible too.
But know this for now,
you have done and accomplished what it took Five Years to do.
you have done and accomplished what it took Five Years to do.
I have not one friend, on a C.D. or in person, or you.
So thank you for destroying me yet once again,
it's been nice to know that I cannot breath from terror of whats been.
I'm older now, you would think I could deal,
but it just gets worse because it's so real.
I'm older now, you would think I could deal,
but it just gets worse because it's so real.
Shake from the inside,
I am having flashbacks that are kept in films that are wrapped,
I am having flashbacks that are kept in films that are wrapped,
in the back of my mind,
it was the design,
the first time that terror came and left from behind.
it was the design,
the first time that terror came and left from behind.
It is Nature that makes it so that you will,
never forget the pain and until,
the perfect situation, like this to recall,
never forget the pain and until,
the perfect situation, like this to recall,
in vivid reality what happened, it was raw.
Pink Floyd will rock me tonight I believe,
right out of my mind and into my need,
of peace and sanity, so that I can survive yet one more night.
of peace and sanity, so that I can survive yet one more night.
Have you heard it, it's mine.
Titled,
"Wish You Were Here"
May you believe in what you never see,
but what has never haunted me; Stay.
So I am never alone again,
I know that I'll never know sin.
I would rather be with what I know well,
then feel compelled to take a life,
with an email or two.
~
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Published On 10/16/11 10:36 AM Pacific Daylight Time ~ The Source
Upon entry to Death.
The immediate stop made, after you believe.
That Heaven and Hell are only cities,
with Hotels that usher you into what is your next permanence:
Judgement of Yourself!
1.) Pull a number.
2.) Stand in line.
Recite your defense while waiting,
as if you can rinse away your guilt or sin.
But, not as it's been, it has changed since then,
you've contracted in, for a stiff sentence,
called, "Life."
So, as you wonder, or as you fear,
this time you die is drawing near.
Dirt you're not: Compassion nigh.
Your life has been read,
line by line.
Are you ready to face your lie?
Have you shown? Have you done?
Have you been? For anyone?
Are you a person, who thinks they can; Run?
Or, do you finally know you're done?
A simple message, from Old Past.
Where Souls exist, but, you've killed that.
Did you hear? The cry of One?
Who said, "Please Sir, I need a Twin? My Souls been sold! I need..."
Or, will you only plead what you print?
"My God, Help me to survive this deadly love."
Does it matter? I think not.
We both know, you will not show.
But, well-versed we both are on this thing,
the After-Life is something.
Death will meet, "On U-Tube, Right?"
A practice for your Shroud?
In my case, I have already seen;
Death for you, is Life for me.
I'd rather have a "Deadly Love"
then plead to anyone from above.
So, live your life free from me,
'cause one day soon you'll cry in need.
Loneliness, your best friend.
Sexual resist for what? I do persist.
'Cause when I bed a Man or more,
I won't be a singer or a fucking whore.
Attraction, will rule and I will soar,
to finally have it all, like THOR!
Your hesitance in this will be,
the reason why you're Homeless, SEE!
A transient life is lonely; Strife.
Take a chance?
You can't! You won't!
Why?
You are afraid to loose yourself,
although you write in Limerence. Right?
What do you think? That I'm wrong?
If so, then let your nature be,
continue on and sing the song.
"Been in a Country 30 minutes long. Got a Girl"
Come on!
Settle down, end your whirl of whine.
A True Love found you did for "Sis"
Sold her on E-Bay: No Resist?
Yes you did, makes you fair game.
God forbid, I heard your name.
You are a curse to me and mine.
The hope that magic comes from a sign.
But, I hope you accept my pain that's true,
you seem well-versed and very vain.
So, if you find a love at funerals,
then why deny yourself a Seer?
Who writes some script, it rhymes, "I guess."
but in truth it is a Riddler, am I.
This I do,
"Confess."
If you could find the meaning in,
realize that I don't sin.
But, want you too! My mind wants more.
I imagine you're cute, but probably "A bore."
I look past your foibles,
I look into your eyes: Just right.
Embarrassing? You have no clue,
I'm the one in like with you.
So, do ignore!
Pretend you're blind, to every word and every line.
And, when your Old, holding your mind,
looking up at what?
ERUPT!
You had a chance to dance a dance.
That was new, A World Romance!!
But, cold you are and age will take,
your looks away and leave in stay.
A date with Death, you cannot miss,
for at this point, "You'll wonder this?"
If I had taken the chance?
Breakfast?
In America?
California?
On this Romance?
Would I be "Old" and "Alone."
Or, would I have, had a life, a home,
within a Family that loved......etc.
Questions?
Not mine, but yours my friend.
The only answer I have from then,
Is!!
When you go, to far below,
pull your number and they ask slow.
"What have you done for anyone, that was selfless and not a shun?"
"Did you help? When you were asked?"
"Was Romance, just a piece of ass?"
"Do you have a Soul? Or, Two?"
"Do you have a Soul? Or, Two?"
"Are you missing? Did you undo?"
Caught you are inside yourself,
sounding better, you are so stealth.
What would it cost to find out, Why?
I write these riddles, are you so nice? I ask myself.
"Are you my Twin? Are you more?"
It seems I know you from Old Past.
But, down below, silence won't go,
the answers forced, they never wane.
So, here you are; Denying yourself,
you've made C.D.'s with songs: You yelled!
What do you want? If life's not it, is it,
adventure, fun, about?
As I come to my own end,
I say to you, "Good Luck."
Every person enjoys not much,
and in your case you have been touched.
By a Riddler, a Poet Seer too,
a Reader, a Savant,
"What more do you want?"
.....does laugh, at least its true.
I have a chance, if not with you.
To experience all you've done,
travel the World and meet everyone.
Just to say, "Hi, how do you do?"
Stay for dinner?
"I would love too."
So, March yourself to shorten life,
married Men, know much less strife.
Travel with you? "Of course, I would."
Cook you dinner?
With good food and a very kind hand.
A homemade plan.
My ..... would love such an idea.
To see the World, not count thereof.
A number, you keep of Countries that pay,
you to sing. It's not the way.
To build what's good,
friendships that last,
to make more money and to be invited back.
You must believe that people see,
they do read and wish for thee.
To know what's good, will bring you wealth,
not to your Bank but to "Yourself."
It's not about giving away,
don't be confused or turn, say "Shew."
You must make bank, it is what you do,
so that you afford what's new, what's good.
Relaxing, recovering from your long Tours;
You've been, it's true, you're tired too.
Just don't count the days or countries; You sin!
It makes the people feel so much less and then,
it becomes surreal and that's not cool.
Would you like to just be a ticket or deal?
Magic happens, maybe it won't be you.
Just maybe, it will be another you see?
You cannot say that, people don't sway,
at what I've written to you each day.
So, take your time, it seems your way.
But .... save you from what might be true,
you're just too scared to know.
That in "Adventure" you find what's new!
Don't worry Sir, You are just fine.
I'm sure you'll find and "Fuck" your kind.
Make sure your eyes are open so,
that you'll be alive and "Whoa."
Not in a fantasy inside your mind of sexual, blow?
The truth is bitter!
Never goes down as sweet.
But, "Death Courts" real,
to me, at least.
So, in defense, of never me.
I'll send my record in advance you see,
of your date with them: Announce,
"Your failure and/or your lack of try,"
of any interest from this guy.
Anubis, Iris and RA will be,
just a few, that represents Me.
The Demons, the Spirits and Satan,
I'm sure.
Will receive you, "Dear Sir."
You sing of this, in Time, in Space.
Did you know I have a face?
Now you are aware of my scars;
I too; "Write!"
dear Lord,
by no mistake, you're made.
Not so stealth, but Honesty wins out.
So, ever so loudly, I do so tout,
"To a sensitive Man," he's about.
Alright! I do, admit my guilt!
A "Twin Soul" haunts my very self.
So, I do listen to early songs,
but after that, I do what's wrong.
I ignore and push away,
the very man I should pull my way.
I only do what is correct,
'cause odds are that my Heart will break.
By ignoring and not coming to see,
what is this Magnetic Force to thee.
It is I: He'll never ask himself.
Protecting me from uncertainty.
I hold the Flame, a Candle, well.
Of Hope, I do to see me through, this time, it's weird,
"What to do?"
I just don't know?
"Do you?"
"Do you?"
They say we are only suffering from,
"The Seven Degrees of Separation"
anyone on this Earth?
I know I've seen this man before.
I know a "Twin Soul" he is to me, a Sword.
So, words of Wisdom; "Words!" I plea,
"Cut me out! and leave me be!"
Don't pass so close to my life.
Don't tempt me, my children, I love,
and we, as family, deserve what's nice.
I've had the worst life, "A Thing" could have
(referred to since my birth)
but, a best life is my balance: A Stab.
A shot at what would be so cool,
from "Worst to Best" with only too.
The moment it takes to say, "I do."
So, whether it's you or someone else,
I wrote the truth, I was not stealth.
But; Silence will come one day, so soon,
'cause, a book I want to do.
Write, it's true!
"Death Court"
a message from my youth, "It's due!"
Just like you, I'll never be.
I won't be late for this date:
Instead I'll speak and be what's neat,
Myself, my story is what I like,
I keep it real, based on life.
http://thesecretoftheuniversechoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/the-court-of-death.html
Sunday, October 16, 2011
The Court of Death
Upon entry to Death.
The immediate stop made, after you believe.
That Heaven and Hell are only cities,
with Hotels that usher you into what is your next permanence:
Judgement of Yourself!
1.) Pull a number.
2.) Stand in line.
Recite your defense while waiting,
as if you can rinse away your guilt or sin.
But, not as it's been, it has changed since then,
you've contracted in, for a stiff sentence,
called, "Life."
So, as you wonder, or as you fear,
this time you die is drawing near.
Dirt you're not: Compassion nigh.
Your life has been read,
line by line.
Are you ready to face your lie?
Have you shown? Have you done?
Have you been? For anyone?
Are you a person, who thinks they can; Run?
Or, do you finally know you're done?
A simple message, from Old Past.
Where Souls exist, but, you've killed that.
Did you hear? The cry of One?
Who said, "Please Sir, I need a Twin? My Souls been sold! I need..."
Or, will you only plead what you print?
"My God, Help me to survive this deadly love."
Does it matter? I think not.
We both know, you will not show.
But, well-versed we both are on this thing,
the After-Life is something.
Death will meet, "On U-Tube, Right?"
A practice for your Shroud?
In my case, I have already seen;
Death for you, is Life for me.
I'd rather have a "Deadly Love"
then plead to anyone from above.
So, live your life free from me,
'cause one day soon you'll cry in need.
Loneliness, your best friend.
Sexual resist for what? I do persist.
'Cause when I bed a Man or more,
I won't be a singer or a fucking whore.
Attraction, will rule and I will soar,
to finally have it all, like THOR!
Your hesitance in this will be,
the reason why you're Homeless, SEE!
A transient life is lonely; Strife.
Take a chance?
You can't! You won't!
Why?
You are afraid to loose yourself,
although you write in Limerence. Right?
What do you think? That I'm wrong?
If so, then let your nature be,
continue on and sing the song.
"Been in a Country 30 minutes long. Got a Girl"
Come on!
Settle down, end your whirl of whine.
A True Love found you did for "Sis"
Sold her on E-Bay: No Resist?
Yes you did, makes you fair game.
God forbid, I heard your name.
You are a curse to me and mine.
The hope that magic comes from a sign.
But, I hope you accept my pain that's true,
you seem well-versed and very vain.
So, if you find a love at funerals,
then why deny yourself a Seer?
Who writes some script, it rhymes, "I guess."
but in truth it is a Riddler, am I.
This I do,
"Confess."
If you could find the meaning in,
realize that I don't sin.
But, want you too! My mind wants more.
I imagine you're cute, but probably "A bore."
I look past your foibles,
I look into your eyes: Just right.
Embarrassing? You have no clue,
I'm the one in like with you.
So, do ignore!
Pretend you're blind, to every word and every line.
And, when your Old, holding your mind,
looking up at what?
ERUPT!
You had a chance to dance a dance.
That was new, A World Romance!!
But, cold you are and age will take,
your looks away and leave in stay.
A date with Death, you cannot miss,
for at this point, "You'll wonder this?"
If I had taken the chance?
Breakfast?
In America?
California?
On this Romance?
Would I be "Old" and "Alone."
Or, would I have, had a life, a home,
within a Family that loved......etc.
Questions?
Not mine, but yours my friend.
The only answer I have from then,
Is!!
When you go, to far below,
pull your number and they ask slow.
"What have you done for anyone, that was selfless and not a shun?"
"Did you help? When you were asked?"
"Was Romance, just a piece of ass?"
"Do you have a Soul? Or, Two?"
"Do you have a Soul? Or, Two?"
"Are you missing? Did you undo?"
Caught you are inside yourself,
sounding better, you are so stealth.
What would it cost to find out, Why?
I write these riddles, are you so nice? I ask myself.
"Are you my Twin? Are you more?"
It seems I know you from Old Past.
But, down below, silence won't go,
the answers forced, they never wane.
So, here you are; Denying yourself,
you've made C.D.'s with songs: You yelled!
What do you want? If life's not it, is it,
adventure, fun, about?
As I come to my own end,
I say to you, "Good Luck."
Every person enjoys not much,
and in your case you have been touched.
By a Riddler, a Poet Seer too,
a Reader, a Savant,
"What more do you want?"
.....does laugh, at least its true.
I have a chance, if not with you.
To experience all you've done,
travel the World and meet everyone.
Just to say, "Hi, how do you do?"
Stay for dinner?
"I would love too."
So, March yourself to shorten life,
married Men, know much less strife.
Travel with you? "Of course, I would."
Cook you dinner?
With good food and a very kind hand.
A homemade plan.
My ..... would love such an idea.
To see the World, not count thereof.
A number, you keep of Countries that pay,
you to sing. It's not the way.
To build what's good,
friendships that last,
to make more money and to be invited back.
You must believe that people see,
they do read and wish for thee.
To know what's good, will bring you wealth,
not to your Bank but to "Yourself."
It's not about giving away,
don't be confused or turn, say "Shew."
You must make bank, it is what you do,
so that you afford what's new, what's good.
Relaxing, recovering from your long Tours;
You've been, it's true, you're tired too.
Just don't count the days or countries; You sin!
It makes the people feel so much less and then,
it becomes surreal and that's not cool.
Would you like to just be a ticket or deal?
Magic happens, maybe it won't be you.
Just maybe, it will be another you see?
You cannot say that, people don't sway,
at what I've written to you each day.
So, take your time, it seems your way.
But .... save you from what might be true,
you're just too scared to know.
That in "Adventure" you find what's new!
Don't worry Sir, You are just fine.
I'm sure you'll find and "Fuck" your kind.
Make sure your eyes are open so,
that you'll be alive and "Whoa."
Not in a fantasy inside your mind of sexual, blow?
The truth is bitter!
Never goes down as sweet.
But, "Death Courts" real,
to me, at least.
So, in defense, of never me.
I'll send my record in advance you see,
of your date with them: Announce,
"Your failure and/or your lack of try,"
of any interest from this guy.
Anubis, Iris and RA will be,
just a few, that represents Me.
The Demons, the Spirits and Satan,
I'm sure.
Will receive you, "Dear Sir."
You sing of this, in Time, in Space.
Did you know I have a face?
Now you are aware of my scars;
I too; "Write!"
dear Lord,
by no mistake, you're made.
Not so stealth, but Honesty wins out.
So, ever so loudly, I do so tout,
"To a sensitive Man," he's about.
Alright! I do, admit my guilt!
A "Twin Soul" haunts my very self.
So, I do listen to early songs,
but after that, I do what's wrong.
I ignore and push away,
the very man I should pull my way.
I only do what is correct,
'cause odds are that my Heart will break.
By ignoring and not coming to see,
what is this Magnetic Force to thee.
It is I: He'll never ask himself.
Protecting me from uncertainty.
I hold the Flame, a Candle, well.
Of Hope, I do to see me through, this time, it's weird,
"What to do?"
I just don't know?
"Do you?"
"Do you?"
They say we are only suffering from,
"The Seven Degrees of Separation"
anyone on this Earth?
I know I've seen this man before.
I know a "Twin Soul" he is to me, a Sword.
So, words of Wisdom; "Words!" I plea,
"Cut me out! and leave me be!"
Don't pass so close to my life.
Don't tempt me, my children, I love,
and we, as family, deserve what's nice.
I've had the worst life, "A Thing" could have
(referred to since my birth)
but, a best life is my balance: A Stab.
A shot at what would be so cool,
from "Worst to Best" with only too.
The moment it takes to say, "I do."
So, whether it's you or someone else,
I wrote the truth, I was not stealth.
But; Silence will come one day, so soon,
'cause, a book I want to do.
Write, it's true!
"Death Court"
a message from my youth, "It's due!"
Just like you, I'll never be.
I won't be late for this date:
Instead I'll speak and be what's neat,
Myself, my story is what I like,
I keep it real, based on life.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
I Scream!!
No one can hear the silence of a scream from a life that cannot exist. To be diagnosed with C-PTSD and then to be told that there is no cure is not a very kind way to deliver to you the remainder of your life. I had to take a lot of time to myself to think about how to deal with the flashbacks and how to handle the second blow to my life. There are no cures for those either. So, when they went live and I asked what that was about and the professionals replied yet again, "That can happen."
Here I am, staying with a friend that told me I never had to worry about a roof over my head. He has been a staunch supporter since the diagnosis two years ago. He asked me to move in with him so that I would not be alone. He made sure I had a phone so that if I panicked I could call him. He took care of my finances and he made sure that my belongings were properly stored. He told me that I would always have him as a best friend and I never had to worry about being alone again.
He wants me to leave. Turned off my phone and said he wants to live alone now. I have run out of money recently and so I have zero dollars to move-on, let alone I am terrified to be alone. I have no way to call anyone for help so I just become more and more anxiety ridden as the days pass by. I have come to the realization that I will be standing in line with my miniature pincher in my arms at Glide Memorial in San Francisco. I am becoming a little less terrified of my next move in life, but I thought I would write a little bit about it before it happens.
I want you to know that every person that left my mothers church with nothing had a family to turn to for help. Not one of them ended up having to become homeless on the street. Each one was able to return to the warmth of the family that they had abandoned to be with my mother. They were received with love and therapy for surviving a cult. Each family was able to embrace life and begin again. They were looked upon and still are looked upon as the poor victim of a cult leader that brainwashed them into believing her. That is not what people think of with me.
As I continue this survival of so much and old memories of horror just continue to roll on into my mind, I am sad for you. I want to say I always wanted to be with a man that was there when I opened my eyes in the morning. I wanted him to be able to say to me, "I want to be the first person you see when you wake." I wanted a man that would look at me from across a room, walk over to me and say, "You are the person that needs the most love and I want to wrap my arms around you, holding you until the pain I see on your face passes." I wanted to be seen by a man that knows I am hurting so badly, just like I am identified by the narcissistic predators. I wanted to know what it was like to live a dream for a moment in time. I wanted to know that there were men that would be as magnificent and full of as much passion as a covert narcissist is full of deceptiveness.
I know that unless a miracle happened and some person said they have a beautiful in-law out back and would like to wrap me up in their arms, keeping me safe for as long as they could, I am headed for the streets. My friend, the one I live with is becoming anxious that I leave again and I should be going soon anyway. My disability benefits from the federal government is on the horizon and maybe with a little luck I can find an inexpensive room for my dog and I to live in within the next six months. So at least there is something on the horizon that looks positive.
I will be headed for the city my mother lives in to live on the streets, they have availabilities, I called ahead. Don't start telling me about all the programs out there that I can apply to, I am very well aware of them, I was you once. I had a four bedroom house, a lap swimming pool, and R.V. a ski boat, a good life. I am not dragging my feet because I am unaware that there is a place to help homeless adults. I am dragging my feet because I come from one of the most prestigious neighborhoods in San Francisco and I have to live on the street. I grew up in West Clay Park in San Francisco, California. The friend I am living with is having to have his father pay for everything in his life because he has not been able to get a job in the past ten years. My family has enough money to pay for a small studio or one bedroom to keep me out of the way and off the streets just like my friends family pays for him. In fact, it happens a lot from the social class that I came from, you have heard or them, they are called trust fund babies. The family doesn't want to be embarrassed so they pay the grown child's expenses to keep them out of the gossip circles. In my case, three years ago my mother jumped up and down that I was going to be homeless, saying, "I am so excited, I can't wait." I just stared at her when she said it. This is when the man I am living with right now stepped up and told me I never had to worry again. In my mothers case and those social circles which she travels, it is the rave to have a problem child. She wants her children in the worst possible scenario so that she can talk all about herself and what she is doing to help her children while they are living on the street. So she does not find it an embarrassment at all, it is an accomplishment and makes conversations so dicey, everyone feels sorry for her because her children became vagrants beside her best effort to mentor their lives. Sort of like what I said yesterday about how people love talking about the most abusive and scandolous things behind your back if it is your life, but if you mention one thing they tell you that you are harboring on your past and you should move forward.
So maybe my mother and I can bump into one another on a back alley where I may have to take up residence if I don't get a bed for the night. I wonder where you go to the bathroom in the middle of the night? It will be odd to think about my mother from a place like that. My mother lives in a 10 thousand square foot home , she does not want for anything these days and to help me would be of no consequence to her pocket book.
I am already terrified when the sun goes down at night and I live indoors. I wonder what kind of person I will become when the terror goes to a new level of real. I guess you will be terrified on the inside from all that happened to you as a kid and as you look around at the reality of living on the streets you become more terrified and have worse nightmares than you already have now. It is a bummer. I was hoping that one person in this world could have had compassion on me and tucked me up under their wing, never letting me feel all the horror of my life again and again and yet again.
As one last thing I was thinking about today that I thought would be cool if it happened. Maybe there is an older man out there that needs a daughter in his life and he never got around to having one. Wouldn't that be cool it I ran an advertisement for a father and I was adopted in real life by somebody who never had the time or the opportunity to have a child. I used to be very successful before I was hurt, had back surgery and couldn't return to work at PetSmart as a Store Director. Just think I would have somebody to call and he would have somebody to get to know and rescue, a fatherly thing to do. I know that I have a father out there somewhere and I know if he knew I existed that he would help me so that my mother was not able to force me onto the streets for her entertainment.
So, to the Dad I do not know, "I love you and I would have loved to have known you in person so that I could give you a big hug and say thanks for making me yours."
My name growing-up was Karen Meakin and the last school I attended was Wallenberg High School, Mr. Kearney was the principle. Maybe he would like to have the job of newly adopted father. I am putting the name I grew-up with on here because it occurred to me that no one would ever be able to find me from when I did attend school. For pete's sake they don't even know my real last name or I guess legal name, which is Karen Placek. You never know what will happen in my life, it is an experience I can say that much to you today. I know that for sure tonight, right at this moment, I have a roof over my head and I am appreciative that my friend stepped-up to the plate when nobody else did.
I miss my house so much sometimes. It was safe, I owned it and nobody could kick me out or threaten me every five minutes with homelessness. I never felt guilty for living under my own roof and l loved my swimming pool. To loose so much so fast is difficult but as I am sure at least one of you are saying to yourself right now, "You are not the only one that bad things happen to you, you should be grateful for what you have." I want to say to you personally if you are that person the following. When you say things like that in response to what I am talking about on here, you are probably reading the wrong blog. Until you walk in another persons shoes don't open your mouth with a comment, suggestion or statement if it is at all similar to the one above. I am tired of the negative people and there come backs to my life. I don't need to hear you or anyone else tell me about how there are worst lives than mine because you do not know any to tell about or you would, i am sure of it. Plus if its true, then I need togo and find them so I can help them out. Unless you know somebody well enough when you are speaking to them you really have no idea if the person that you are speaking to is actually that worse life or not. Of course I know that there must be worse lives than mine or at least I hope there are, it sure would make me feel better about my own life. In fact the person you speak to today that is telling you about their personal woes just may be that person that has the worst possible life on the face of this planet, and they are person you are having lunch with right now. Somebody owns that title. Make sure you take a good look at who you are engaging with during any day that you are living, because you just might meet that person today, are you ready for that in your life, what will you say then?
Do you not think that somebody who writes one of these blogs is not very well aware of the fact that there are other people in this world that are in worse situations then ourselves. Even if I have a conversation with you in person and I am telling you my story of tragedy do you not think that I am not aware that there are other people out there in the world suffering a worse life than mine right now? Do you really believe that a person like me needs a person like you to tell us not to feel sorry for ourselves? I will tell you honestly if I do not take pity on myself, then I will not experience pity at all in my life and will be unable to pity you for your crass and deplorable behavior in this matter. If I don't feel the pity that needs to be felt for my past than how am I to recover from this tragic affair? I cannot recover and "get over it" as you so eloquently and hatefully put it, if there is no one that feels sorry for my life. If nobody feels sorry for what has happened than what has happened is not worth the pity you don't feel and therefore why feel bad if nobody feels sorry for you. This would bring you to the conclusion that there is nothing wrong with being molested, raped, suffering incest, being beaten, psychological and manipulative abuse. So if nobody feels bad about it and just says that there are worse lives, get over it you whining sissy. It must not be that bad of a life to have had even though I do believe it has been very trying on my me personally.
Now that we have established that there are lives worse off than mine, lets go find those individuals and help them to get through their tragic lives. What do think about that?
So I shall be even more brazen . If I am the daughter of a sociopath and was only raised by sociopathic people, wouldn't you want me to not turn to the learned behaviors of the parental figures in my life because I would become a menace to society just like they have been? Would you not then embrace somebody that is looking for the other side of the picture, needing to see love, kindness, peacefulness, joy, acceptance, prosperity and the like? You wouldn't want them to go and look for it everywhere never find it, would you? Because that is what has happened to me so far, to date in exactness. I am not bitter about it, so don't get your knickers in a bunch. I am sad about it. I must become who I am and sadly I am someone who does not know the other side of the spectrum. I am tired of pretending in my life. I am just fine and I don't need to know what it is like to have a life like you, you do. I need to be free to look the way I do. I look sad because I am sad, I look like I am in pain because I am in pain. So don't tell me to go get happy and that there is hope for someone like me, then point to the nearest homeless shelter. Because I am not buying it anymore. I am lonely for anyone to give me a hug in person, sit and have a cup of joe, talk about going to a movie, not going to stand in bread line that is devastating to an already destroyed life.
There is no recovery for C-PTSD and supposedly it gets worse as you get older. So I will be on your tax dollar for the rest of my life for what they did to me. You will be paying for a roof over my head and food in my belly, because when you run a non-profit that you started in the late sixties you learn how to dance around the tax laws. Trust me on this one, they do not pay the same taxes as you and never have paid like you do. So, in the end my mother has the last laugh by never having to ever take care of anyone accept herself. Remember I suffered severe neglect from her since I was born. She has never taken care of me in my life. She farmed me out to anyone around at the time. It was the church members that payed for everything I ever did with horses and they are not cheap. My mother did not pay for anything, they paid for her too. So before you agree that all she should take care of is herself, know my story and know that she never felt differently than what I have posted here. I was an infant once in her care, think of it that way today and I bet you would be really upset that I was about to go and live in a homeless shelter. As sick as that sounds it is true, so, don't be mad at me, I am just telling you what gets said and laughed about behind my families closed doors. There is no reason for me to be the next person that the tax payers have to pay for, for the rest of their lives, when my family is capable of stepping up to the plate and covering the costs of a victim of C-PTSD. Especially since they are responsible for what is wrong with me.
This song is me, through and through when you listen to the lyrics I want you to know that it is exactly how it is in my life today, yesterday and what seems like what will be forever because I only know it one way, listen, it is how I know it to be. I hope you can find some way to relate to me. I would love to meet you and hear your story. I love to listen and I love to hear how people laugh, have family gatherings, fight with their siblings, tell funny stories of their parents when they met. I live through the lives of others when I hear stories like this, I love it and it is the only way I know that life is not what has happened to me. It used to give me hope for myself but the reality is simple, you cannot change what has happened, you can only choose to know that what has happened has made you who you are today. I am a survivor of a life that has made me the person that I love, me. I am just like a Duracell, I keep going and going.
So, here is to my miracle man! I know you must be somewhere, I just cannot find you in this life time. I will continue to believe and have faith just like I know that you would make me promise to do if I knew you and you knew me. Its getting worse and I think that I have to go soon. I will look for you in the stars at night, I will hold your hand in mine and I will hang on to the hope that we will meet someday randomly in the street.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
A Hymn
Rage is not so telling, to any particular age.
Mine began so gently, before the gift of sage.
So young to be so blessed, or is it cursed on thee?
My anger is so pointing, the facts I could not see.
Tortured and the keeping, a prison was I in.
My sheriff was so bluntly, the bearer of all sin.
Confusion did not stop me, the English language spoke.
Screamed in Hallelujahs’ and I just did not know.
No translation given, all their arms thrown-up.
Believers in the driven, was the Church, shut-up!
I was younger after, no one wore the glove.
Married to a second, I was beat there-of.
Name a cult that’s active? One that shames us both.
Do not stand in traffic, there is no excuse it’s classic.
Years and years of doing, to stay clean of their shove.
I do some denying, it hurts me so to love.
There is not end to pleading, I am not a son.
Only do I know this, for I’m the daughter, RUN!!
Clearly we are bizarrely, left in Satan’s Lair.
I am not so saintly, Demons would declare!!!
Stay out of celestial battles, between God and More.
Don’t take sides announcing, whom is right or sore.
You are incorrect as beings, to sight in only horns.
For it is in the means, that sets you on the mourn.
Religions tell your order, but you are second in.
For battles of the Heavens, sing a brand new hymn.
Remember who was kicked out, a story that’s about.
You are not to be with, when 666 shall tout.
My belief and structure, is mapping of oneself.
Not to cause destruction, but to simply sell myself.
An idea of difference, uncalculated by lies.
I am just a sayer, in honor when I die.
For facts that have been twisted, hidden in disguise.
There half-truths from the wicked, in the midst of all the sty’s.
For in death there is honor, the threat so still is there.
My half-sister declares, “blow your head off for fair.”
This does kill our story, should you kneel to ill.
Repute is what it utters, when I fail to Will.
Fuel for souls and others, pours from wells of whim.
Many seem to fail, the orders given him.
You should not question, command is in the hands,
of voices in the letters, written from the Lairs.
Belted in our wonder, illusion will not last.
Mythology does its bidding, while reality is its trash.
December 21st, 2012 is made.
Even I do think, an Incan did not think.
Years ago was rote, learned from toe to toe.
In the scrolls that did last, telling of the show.
Zealots did the burning, pointing fingers so.
Know one left to carry, blood lines of the know.
Discovery is blatant, television plays.
With no redemption present, they watch the counting stays.
The calendar is famous, extinction of its days.
I did try to make one, with purchases that I’ve made.
The printing company solicited, didst laugh at my attempt.
To develop income, to pay my monthly rent.
San Francisco Originals, a website from a friend.
Made from scratch and simple, lives just hit send.
Society still does turn, from History of the the Old.
Telling of the burning, of very ancient scrolls.
Assumptions they were evil, made the best ones cry.
Stood with Godly visions, removing you and I.
Who did die so long ago, leaving wisdom wry.
How do human people, decide the fate of guy?
Creation is developed, by whom is not your lie.
She didst envelope, the trusting of the sigh.
Singular in written verse, its not for us to buy.
For sales are so final, when decisions are not sly.
To those of us not choosing, to insult the same.
We do not have to listen, to the screaming of the pain.
Imagine not a world, where nine becomes ordained.
Not to be in harness, or forced to be what’s vain.
Stories are our promise, language we do loose.
Translations of the writings, dost we cannot do.
On the date I mentioned, the Earth will wobble too.
Feared by all prevention, sought by all the blue.
Magic is so real, put aside your shock.
For horror and terror doth mention, it is not a flop.
Do you not remember, a birth before this place?
Are you stuck with family, that just seems to take and take?
From anyone or anywhere, to survive this heavy curse.
For in this Hell we travel, while making up our verse.
Memories are so often, held in blank repose.
As the chisel livens, our hammers always know.
What we read is special, from travels I don’t show.
Bubbles of the living, please don’t run and go.
You are unique for thriving, on all this falsehood; Stow.
Your stories are so personal, the worst ones I do know.
Do not let them tell you, anyone speaking sear.
For they often say, you’re not the most fouled out here.
Individual proof of plain, is not competitive in.
The safety and protection, of truth and not our sin.
I hate the words that plunder, from mouths of all of them.
That say that therapy happens, so trench your feelings in.
They cast our thoughts to mention, nothing of our walks.
Towing only prevention, saying, “please even don’t talk.”
Spouting choice is only, ours to never make.
Drop and turn they push upon, our sight to look and take.
What is depth of rotten? That sits inside of me.
Power on as Christian. This so worries me.
Prayer is not my semblance, of what releases me.
Again entrenched in blood loss, “of what??”, I know the cost.
Heavy was the payment, to just accept a loss.
Why display such indifference, to girls in shallow plots.
I am not your carriage, of years you spoke of yoke.
Wrapped around your own mind, it worked so please don’t choke.
Allowing me the same line, only angers you.
Interesting and different, very sad to view.
Let alone be free of, or not my freedom sought.
I am over help now, but others I do trot.
To speak upon the subjects, so readily at hand.
I balance all my learning, by only what I am.
Do not judge the journey, another believes there at.
Those are not your footsteps, to see where we did sat.
Taking breaks becoming, where your words are at.
Saying, “I must tell you,” never holding back.
Why must you entangle, all that you are; go splat!
It is painful for us, to simply tell you that.
Reverse is not a gear, history proves this year.
Twin souls, dreaming, hearts! Is only what you fear.
Never shutting off, you dribble and won’t stop.
Opinions of yourself, while all we do is talk.
I do not share well, for depths is my designing.
And course is my repair, for all that has a tear.
And course is my repair, for all that has a tear.
On and on I song, my friend is still out there.
He sings of nothing healing, he’s final in despair.
A match is not the making, for distant will stand fair.
He and I are taking, our chances in the dare.
It’s not all the raping, my youth doth be so raw.
I only speak with random, reversal of what I saw.
My words are charged with visions, my mind is in record.
Of all the terror and prisons, I stood in Death Court there.
The docket, it was full, of hypo-critical beings.
My number did not call me, I had no other means.
My mother, she did work on, all that does displease.
It’s just my job to finish, stop robbing all that need.
Mortal man may question, divinity inside.
I am not the seeker. I throw the judge aside.
Only spot for driven, uncomfortable and true.
Is for the ones of living, the rot. Is it in You?
Do you stop and question? Do you not let loose?
Innocence and wisdom, the freedom of that we choose.
Experience with action, memories not corrupted.
With flashbacks that have photo’d, all that has erupted.
Are you so loose with tongues, that cannot shut the door.
Driven from apartments or views that will abhore.
Payed for by indifference, jealousy and more.
Do not do your bidding, for guilt I do adore.
Fault is in my past, from birth the open sore.
Embarrassment in life’s attempt to shield me from more.
I hear the words of men, Jean Baptiste I met.
In happenstance and favor, this sign I did so get.
Dismissed without the ‘morrow, discernment was my prize.
This man was still and gentle, much to my surprise.
He asked not of my falsehoods, he didn’t have to cry.
He simply just spoke the words, that fault could not be nigh.
Witness not to more, in my car I drove.
Passengers to ferry, lunch to them accord.
The one man I did listen, the woman I did not.
For it seemed a decision, my brain it needed; sought.
Appreciate the moments, intellectuals will talk.
I do love these times, they never seem, there taught.
Hurried we did go, released from the tow.
Of heavy burdens laid upon, the girl that so feels low.
Thank you to the Incans, grateful for the years.
For standing with the truth, and not being men that loot.
My dear old friend at distance, repair I cannot make.
My heart, my soul, resistance, to another mate.
I travel worlds of interest. A malignancy I’m not.
Writing books of feeling, to help and not to plot.
Undoing what I can, for I am not a man.
My strength is not my training, it’s just a CD plan.
Laughter is so easy, when pain is hidden in bogs.
Of all that are still after, my life and not my cogs.
Telling stories blindly, to such a person known.
A recent vision frightened, to base what will still tighten.
A recent vision frightened, to base what will still tighten.
I spoke of what I saw, leaving me to laws.
Of eviction notice, with no one to take solace.
Escaping to a new home, I felt the set did shone.
The brightness of decisions, to leave the family throne.
Oddness in the time frame, it’s not for me to tell.
For I do know the truth, I seem to where it well.
A shorter path to difference, I sicken not myself.
I sell out not another, for numbers showing wealth.
Forgiveness is a lesson, not for me to share.
Personal transgressions, belongs to those that dare.
To speak on behalf of treason, it’s powerful display.
I call upon the season, to release me from this stay.
I wish for another, only pain I see.
For it is my mother, with threats of ridding me.
She claims my residence, A Street will be my fence.
I still will not pretend, to do her bidding hence.
I’d rather stand with principle, An Independent Mind.
Knot Logic is the difference, between my friend and I .
Karen A. Placek
5/17/2011
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"WE" in the KJV Bible
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- Genesis 3:2chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And the woman said unto the serpent, We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden:
- Genesis 11:4chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And they said, Go to, let us build us a city and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.
- Genesis 13:8chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And Abram said unto Lot, Let there be no strife, I pray thee, between me and thee, and between my herdmen and thy herdmen; for we be brethren.
- Genesis 19:2chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And he said, Behold now, my lords, turn in, I pray you, into your servant's house, and tarry all night, and wash your feet, and ye shall rise up early, and go on your ways. And they said, Nay; but we will abide in the street all night.
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- And they called unto Lot, and said unto him, Where are the men which came in to thee this night? bring them out unto us, that we may know them.
- Genesis 19:9chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And they said, Stand back. And they said again, This one fellow came in to sojourn, and he will needs be a judge: now will we deal worse with thee, than with them. And they pressed sore upon the man, even Lot, and came near to break the door.
- Genesis 19:13chapter context similar meaning copy save
- For we will destroy this place, because the cry of them is waxen great before the face of the LORD; and the LORD hath sent us to destroy it.
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- Come, let us make our father drink wine, and we will lie with him, that we may preserve seed of our father.
- Genesis 19:34chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And it came to pass on the morrow, that the firstborn said unto the younger, Behold, I lay yesternight with my father: let us make him drink wine this night also; and go thou in, and lie with him, that we may preserve seed of our father.
- Genesis 20:13chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And it came to pass, when God caused me to wander from my father's house, that I said unto her, This is thy kindness which thou shalt shew unto me; at every place whither we shall come, say of me, He is my brother.
- Genesis 24:25chapter context similar meaning copy save
- She said moreover unto him, We have both straw and provender enough, and room to lodge in.
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- Then Laban and Bethuel answered and said, The thing proceedeth from the LORD: we cannot speak unto thee bad or good.
- Genesis 24:57chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And they said, We will call the damsel, and enquire at her mouth.
- Genesis 26:16chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And Abimelech said unto Isaac, Go from us; for thou art much mightier than we.
- Genesis 26:22chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And he removed from thence, and digged another well; and for that they strove not: and he called the name of it Rehoboth; and he said, For now the LORD hath made room for us, and we shall be fruitful in the land.
- Genesis 26:28chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And they said, We saw certainly that the LORD was with thee: and we said, Let there be now an oath betwixt us, even betwixt us and thee, and let us make a covenant with thee;
- Genesis 26:29chapter context similar meaning copy save
- That thou wilt do us no hurt, as we have not touched thee, and as we have done unto thee nothing but good, and have sent thee away in peace: thou art now the blessed of the LORD.
- Genesis 26:32chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And it came to pass the same day, that Isaac's servants came, and told him concerning the well which they had digged, and said unto him, We have found water.
- Genesis 29:4chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And Jacob said unto them, My brethren, whence be ye? And they said, Of Haran are we.
- Genesis 29:5chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And he said unto them, Know ye Laban the son of Nahor? And they said, We know him.
- Genesis 29:8chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And they said, We cannot, until all the flocks be gathered together, and till they roll the stone from the well's mouth; then we water the sheep.
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- Fulfil her week, and we will give thee this also for the service which thou shalt serve with me yet seven other years.
- Genesis 31:15chapter context similar meaning copy save
- Are we not counted of him strangers? for he hath sold us, and hath quite devoured also our money.
- Genesis 31:49chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And Mizpah; for he said, The LORD watch between me and thee, when we are absent one from another.
- Genesis 32:6chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And the messengers returned to Jacob, saying, We came to thy brother Esau, and also he cometh to meet thee, and four hundred men with him.
- Genesis 34:14chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And they said unto them, We cannot do this thing, to give our sister to one that is uncircumcised; for that were a reproach unto us:
- Genesis 34:15chapter context similar meaning copy save
- But in this will we consent unto you: If ye will be as we be, that every male of you be circumcised;
- Genesis 34:16chapter context similar meaning copy save
- Then will we give our daughters unto you, and we will take your daughters to us, and we will dwell with you, and we will become one people.
- Genesis 34:17chapter context similar meaning copy save
- But if ye will not hearken unto us, to be circumcised; then will we take our daughter, and we will be gone.
- Genesis 37:7chapter context similar meaning copy save
- For, behold, we were binding sheaves in the field, and, lo, my sheaf arose, and also stood upright; and, behold, your sheaves stood round about, and made obeisance to my sheaf.
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Matthew 5:18
“For verily I say unto you, Till heaven and earth pass, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, till all be fulfilled.”
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- Genesis 1:11chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, whose seed is in itself, upon the earth: and it was so.
- Genesis 1:29chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And God said, Behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat.
- Genesis 1:30chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And to every beast of the earth, and to every fowl of the air, and to every thing that creepeth upon the earth, wherein there is life, I have given every green herb for meat: and it was so.
- Genesis 2:9chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And out of the ground made the LORD God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good for food; the tree of life also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of knowledge of good and evil.
- Genesis 2:11chapter context similar meaning copy save
- The name of the first is Pison: that is it which compasseth the whole land of Havilah, where there is gold;
- Genesis 2:12chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And the gold of that land is good: there is bdellium and the onyx stone.
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- And the name of the second river is Gihon: the same is it that compasseth the whole land of Ethiopia.
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- And the name of the third river is Hiddekel: that is it which goeth toward the east of Assyria. And the fourth river is Euphrates.
- Genesis 2:18chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And the LORD God said, It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him an help meet for him.
- Genesis 2:23chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.
- Genesis 3:3chapter context similar meaning copy save
- But of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die.
- Genesis 3:13chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And the LORD God said unto the woman, What is this that thou hast done? And the woman said, The serpent beguiled me, and I did eat.
- Genesis 3:17chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And unto Adam he said, Because thou hast hearkened unto the voice of thy wife, and hast eaten of the tree, of which I commanded thee, saying, Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life;
- Genesis 3:22chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And the LORD God said, Behold, the man is become as one of us, to know good and evil: and now, lest he put forth his hand, and take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live for ever:
- Genesis 4:6chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And the LORD said unto Cain, Why art thou wroth? and why is thy countenance fallen?
- Genesis 4:9chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And the LORD said unto Cain, Where is Abel thy brother? And he said, I know not: Am I my brother's keeper?
- Genesis 4:13chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And Cain said unto the LORD, My punishment is greater than I can bear.
- Genesis 5:1chapter context similar meaning copy save
- This is the book of the generations of Adam. In the day that God created man, in the likeness of God made he him;
- Genesis 6:3chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And the LORD said, My spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also isflesh: yet his days shall be an hundred and twenty years.
- Genesis 6:13chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And God said unto Noah, The end of all flesh is come before me; for the earth isfilled with violence through them; and, behold, I will destroy them with the earth.
- Genesis 6:15chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And this is the fashion which thou shalt make it of: The length of the ark shall be three hundred cubits, the breadth of it fifty cubits, and the height of it thirty cubits.
- Genesis 6:17chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And, behold, I, even I, do bring a flood of waters upon the earth, to destroy all flesh, wherein is the breath of life, from under heaven; and every thing that is in the earth shall die.
- Genesis 6:21chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And take thou unto thee of all food that is eaten, and thou shalt gather it to thee; and it shall be for food for thee, and for them.
- Genesis 7:15chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And they went in unto Noah into the ark, two and two of all flesh, wherein is the breath of life.
- Genesis 8:17chapter context similar meaning copy save
- Bring forth with thee every living thing that is with thee, of all flesh, both of fowl, and of cattle, and of every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth; that they may breed abundantly in the earth, and be fruitful, and multiply upon the earth.
- Genesis 8:21chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And the LORD smelled a sweet savour; and the LORD said in his heart, I will not again curse the ground any more for man's sake; for the imagination of man's heart is evil from his youth; neither will I again smite any more every thing living, as I have done.
- Genesis 9:4chapter context similar meaning copy save
- But flesh with the life thereof, which is the blood thereof, shall ye not eat.
- Genesis 9:10chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And with every living creature that is with you, of the fowl, of the cattle, and of every beast of the earth with you; from all that go out of the ark, to every beast of the earth.
- Genesis 9:12chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And God said, This is the token of the covenant which I make between me and you and every living creature that is with you, for perpetual generations:
- Genesis 9:15chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And I will remember my covenant, which is between me and you and every living creature of all flesh; and the waters shall no more become a flood to destroy all flesh.
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You searched for
"BRICK" in the KJV Bible
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- Genesis 11:3chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And they said one to another, Go to, let us make brick, and burn them throughly. And they had brick for stone, and slime had they for morter.
- Isaiah 65:3chapter context similar meaning copy save
- A people that provoketh me to anger continually to my face; that sacrificeth in gardens, and burneth incense upon altars of brick;
- Exodus 5:7chapter context similar meaning copy save
- Ye shall no more give the people straw to make brick, as heretofore: let them go and gather straw for themselves.
- Exodus 5:16chapter context similar meaning copy save
- There is no straw given unto thy servants, and they say to us, Make brick: and, behold, thy servants are beaten; but the fault is in thine own people.
- Exodus 5:14chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And the officers of the children of Israel, which Pharaoh's taskmasters had set over them, were beaten, and demanded, Wherefore have ye not fulfilled your task in making brick both yesterday and to day, as heretofore?
- Exodus 1:14chapter context similar meaning copy save
- And they made their lives bitter with hard bondage, in morter, and in brick, and in all manner of service in the field: all their service, wherein they made them serve, was with rigour.
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