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 There are no words only tears I recall standing inside creative splendor in wonder in awe feeling the masterpiece Notre Dame People of Paris the world cries with you today le monde entier pleure avec toi ... Facker
April 15, 2019
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 To understand the intricacies of one we wish to know, others must enter the private space of that which we want to comprehend without being invasive in any manner ... retrieving our energy in hope we will be allowed privileged access to the wonders before us. True beauty is discovered only by those who patiently respect, honor, and appreciate what unfolds during the intimate process of unraveling hidden secrets as step by step we draw nearer to their source. So much is lost when our perception of beauty is misconstrued, based on a brief glance from afar instead of exercising the giving process of withdrawing our judgement as we strive to immerse ourselves completely within that reality which awaits .. quietly allowing the beauty before us to emerge and provide stunningly complete recognition. Deepest understanding is established in the quietude of this simplistic subservient action ... softly and respectfully entering another's space with the sole purpose of feeling and absorbing their very essence ... their beauty. Like flowers we are beautiful each of us Soft petals vibrant colors awaiting To know us come closer gifts await Step lightly approach slowly gently Your gift our beauty lovely aroma Be patient like beautiful flowers souls are Delicate Facker
April 10, 2019  Curiosity struck me asked "How many are we?" mere humans riding the blue green sphere T'was February '19 last census popped right up on my electrified plastic gear _______ Never has an answer roared so clearly "Contemplate!" commanding this man to awaken 7.71 Billion existing just like me living laughing crying .. then taken _______ I did contemplate as told voice heckling in my head knowing I clearly lack the power Reality came quickly we cannot comprehend but as one we can smell sweet flowers Facker
April 6, 2019  Complete ingestion of the self / by the self ... a common occurrence when spiritual regurgitation fails Extended mastication of discovered "higher" truths ... followed by one devastating swallow The big gulp .. stimulated and accompanied by cowardice ... blind fear of fully giving ourselves Dreading the judgment and reprisal of others ... resulting in a lifetime of consistently drinking one's own vomit Ultimate challenger of the creative process ... swallowing our gifts with fearful insecurity .. alone in the darkness Speak your truth .. courageously puke it out ... give the world your flowers Facker
February 26, 2019  I've seen him around for a few months. He is unkempt, unshaven, gray haired, and slightly bent over with the burden of existence. He is accompanied by three dogs. Other than his canine compatriots, he isn't unlike so many others, standing at intersections with signs .. signs imploring passing motorists to help. He is one of "them" .. that growing group of disenfranchised citizens .. and "we" are those who pass them by on a daily basis. It's so easy to pull up next to "them" as they stand on sidewalks with cardboard pleas, purposefully not making eye contact. It's so easy to ignore, negate, and objectify their very existence. After all, they could get a job like "us" if they weren't hooked on drugs or being completely lazy, couldn't they? In fact, isn't it truthful that most of "us" don't give them anything under the clever guise of not contributing to their drug addictions or monetary scams? I'm shamefully guilty of utilizing those despicable excuses. As "we" continue to justify our lack of empathy with these inhumane beliefs, "they" are sadly castigated from "our" world .. relegated to the underpasses "we" happily drive upon, not concerned in any manner with the circumstances of "their" daily existence. Two nights ago I sat in the car outside Darlene's workplace, waiting to bring her home after she finished work. As always, I had some great jazz playing on the radio and occasionally turned on the heater because it was just a little too cool for comfort in my shorts and flip-flops. This is a time I savor .. ten thirty at night, totally quiet, and perfect for contemplating gifts of life which seem to be culminating as I work on my "Self". The restaurant she occupies on a part-time basis sits in a small shopping mall. Late at night the mall is silent, with possibly one or two cars awaiting their occupants to finish enjoying a nice hot meal in the restaurant. Normally busy roads have but a trickle of traffic .. seemingly soft and gentle as few vehicles pass by. It is a rare time of peace in a normally bustling area. As I was waiting, enjoying the comfort of my car, listening to fantastic jazz, I noticed movement at the far end of the shopping center. It was him .. the man with three dogs. He was methodically going through every trash receptacle on the sidewalk. Every once in awhile he found something his babies could eat, carefully broke it into three pieces and distributed the nourishment to obviously hungry mouths. That they adored this broken man was never in question .. I saw it .. I felt it. He worked his way towards my parking spot and the spectacle before me gained more and more clarity as he approached. Not once did he take a bite of food. His actions brought this man to tears. When he found a plastic cup with a lid on it, he removed the lid and drank what liquid remained. On two occasions he found cups on concrete ledges above the trash cans. On both of these "finds" he carefully replaced the cups exactly as found. Never did he throw anything on the ground .. in fact, he picked up several pieces of litter and placed them in the trash cans .. litter most likely thrown by one of "us". I won't bore you completely with the myriad of thoughts which bombarded my mind as I sat there watching, crying, awakening .. but I must share one thought with you .. No man, woman, or child should be allowed to live like that .. none. I no longer care why "they" are on the corner. That "they" have humbled and humiliated themselves to this point of pleading with "us" for help is now all I need. If I can provide even one moment of happiness, I will do it. Gone are those justifications for turning my head the other way. When Darlene came from the building, we searched for Dog Man, found him, asked him to please wait for us, went to the store, grabbed a gallon of clean water and some solid nourishment for this beautiful human and his loving friends ... ... because "they" are "us" Facker February 8, 2019  When will it resonate in the minds of humanoids nothing else we might possess is precious as our home Air to breathe .. food to eat water sweet gift for all life does that car keep us alive while spewing toxic fumes Chew on this dollar now not enough .. try one million surely that will fill you up yum yum as the sky falls Bees are disappearing one day we will miss their sting simply to remember them long lost perfect beings Slowly it has come here hardly noticed as we feast but know it grows and prospers this vile disgusting beast As water sours and bees die fruit and flowers shortly follow ingest but one more dollar and we will join them soon Facker
January 19, 2019  Like the cactus they prick you pricks that they are Like a snake they bite you strike from afar Like the sun they heat you sweating you out Like hot sand they roast you leaving no doubt No doubt the desert more friendly than they it don't smile as it beats you day after day Facker
January 14, 2019  If I could be a marble it really wouldn't matter what color I would be just that I was smooth and round Smooth and round is optimal for rolling towards those who tip the board to draw me near roll away from the others My life would be on auto no thinking required just follow the board set by them love, roll in .. no love, roll out Synchronistic dance board directed by feelings of its' Chairman in Charge Marble Boy led by The Board A smooth no conflict life dance each entity perfectly attuned to the other no talking or such required Friend Marbles will gather rolled together by The Board sadly lacking any way to embrace Facker
January 9, 2019  Beautiful creature captive behind walls of stone and glass Gazed upon by all voyeurs with no empathy to share Cold space without touch contact warmth of another being There for our pleasure delight as we state "oh, how pretty" He is sending love hoping another soul will react Is his spirit gone floating transported to safe fantasy I cry for his heart sobbing wishing I could rescue him He is my brother hurting giving love to so many I understand him futile with no reciprocation One day I'll climb in hold him proving one does truly care On that special day freedom from those who failed to hear him Beautiful creature let go of those who did not feel you Beautiful creature be proud know one will reciprocate And Love You Facker
January 1, 2019  What perfect pleasure gazing at flower no matter the place or who wields power Oddly they blossom completely for free all 'round our planet now how can that be So few are happy unless we are rich money our self worth now ain't that a bitch Cash crushes pure joy witness those sour vile greed to gain more each day every hour Putrid the markings hard etched selfish face from years of focus on winning the race Others sit for hours feeling soft nature learning a Wind Song sweet nomenclature Calm beauty of peace displayed on their brow absorbing passion from past until now Physical brute that flower won't be only a message for many to see After destruction by hate and deceit scorched earth is laid bare in seeming defeat Seed of the flower will rise once again pure spirit of truth lifts up for the win New dreams of pleasure gazing at flower winning the race hour by hour Facker
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