Creative Writing for the Creator

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall: Who is the best of all? I, ME, MINE. Narcissistic, albeit non-realistic, I rather feel majestic. Look at me: I am ecstatic! I will lie, distort, and scheme. Manipulation is my cunning game. Your unsuspecting heart is my aim. Woe to you if you stand up to me,  For I am conniving, cunningly able  To blame, accuse, and call you 'unstable.' Empathy is gibberish I do not know how to care Discord makes me feverish I love to be your nightmare! They say love is patient, love is kind Yet, I possess or oppress your mind Till you succumb to your own fleshly pride   I am Narcissus*, a plotter of grandiose heists Ironically, unbeknownst to me, I am merely an underling Of the antichrist!  ......................... 2 Timothy 3 King James Version 3 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. 2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, 3 Without nat...

  Today, Jews celebrate Rosh Hashanah But I, in Jesus, celebrate Hannah: My granddaughter from Atlanta! Autumn is about to begin Yet, a year ago, time stood still: There arrived Hannah Madelyn! Grandma loves your happy blue eyes  Your giggly laughs and smiles You are such a cuddly little pumpkin My sweet and cute Hannah Madelyn! May you and your big sister Emilia Grace Always be best friends  And be close, come what may  For pure love surpasses any distance Though Grandma may be physically absent Jesus can make miracles come true: He helps Grandma’s love reach you So, in spirit, she is always present! Have a Happy, Happy Birthday, My adorable and loving  Hannah Madelyn!

To understand what forgiveness truly means, it is necessary to understand what truth is. Some people claim their truth is the truth. How do they know? They just choose to claim their perception of the facts as their truth , and,  therefore, they swear by it.  To wear the banner of truth as one perceives it is a dangerous path. It can cause misunderstanding, conflict, and, ultimately, chaos. It is a path permeated with false perceptions, misconceptions, and unforgiveness. Why should Christians forgive? Because God has forgiven them first. So, is there still unforgiveness in your heart? If there is, examine yourself. Are you seeing the truth about the facts or just what you believe to be your truth ? Are you choosing to hold on to unforgiveness to justify your self-pity and remain stuck in the victim/orphan mentality? Are you still blaming others for your failures or lack of discipline? Wallowing in envy and jealousy but doing nothing to fulfill the dreams God wants you to ...

Poesia é ventania: Bate de repente Sacode, surpreende N ã o se anuncia...   E logo se desmancha em brisa leve (T ã o leve que n ã o se escreve)

Será poss í vel interagirmos natural e espontaneamente com o universo?  Em verdade, temos medo da realidade que, de forma  ú nica, percebemos. Não a compreendemos. De repente, um estalo, um estremecimento absurdo, uma mistura única nos toma por inteiro. Algo de dentro e algo de fora se combinam e derretemos; fundimo-nos em inexorável alquimia: forma-se uma pedra bruta, sem lapidação.  Para a maioria, a pedra permanece no mesmo lugar, indigesta, indissolúvel, exigente — crisálida que não conhecerá metamorfose.  Para alguns, essa pedra é tão impossivelmente dolorosa e indigerível que buscam, na agonia do escrever, a sua expressão. Se, afinal, esses poucos sofredores deliciar-se-ão ante os parcos signos e símbolos impressos que houverem produzido, pouco lhes importa: ao menos sentirão o alívio de terem expelido o cálculo!

Eu relutava em remover esta linda rosa vermelha do meu jardim, onde ela realmente pertence. Infelizmente, minha primeira rosa a florescer desde a última   primavera estava toda curvada, incapaz de suportar o próprio peso após a tempestade da noite passada. Maltratada, não receberia alimento suficiente das raízes e acabaria murchando e morrendo. Tesoura na mão, cortei-a, levei-a para dentro de casa e improvisei um colar cervical com uma vara de grelhar e arame flexível. Mergulhei suavemente sua haste em um frasco de conservas com água fresca. Agora está descansando no parapeito da janela acima da pia da cozinha. Posso vigiá-la de perto, sentir o perfume maravilhoso que suas pétalas rubras ainda oferecem, apesar de sua frágil  condição. Minha rosa imperial vermelha rubi ... precisava de um colar cervical ... precisava de carinho e amor ... efêmera  existência! Existe alguém cuja vida carece de um amoroso e vigilante olhar e de um terno abraço (embora ...

I was reluctant about removing this beautiful red rose from my garden, where it truly belongs. Sadly, my first rose to bloom since last Spring was all hunched over, unable to support its own weight after the previous night’s storm. Battered, it would not receive enough nourishment from its roots and would eventually wither and die. Scissors in hand, I cut it, took it into the house, and improvised a neck brace with a wood grilling stick and twist tie. Then, I gently immersed its stem in a fresh-water-filled canning jar. It is now resting on the windowsill above my kitchen sink. I can closely watch over it, take in the beautiful scent its ruby petals still offer, notwithstanding its frail condition. My ruby red imperial rose… it needed a neck brace… it needed tender loving care… ephemeral existence! There is someone whose life lacks a watchful, loving eye and a tender (albeit virtual) embrace. Could you offer it to someone?  Thus, behold a picture of ...