“When Life is at Stake” and “IF”

When Life is at Stake
Your life begins with innocence and love-
Wonder for a human life that charms,
Regard for all who help, heart that warms,
Until one cold day, life gives a shove.

And then you display reactions, turmoil, ill feeling.
You build a hateful purpose, disregard life and human,
Comparisons, unfair, you lash out! Zoom in,
Why do you let anger decide to send lives reeling?

Consequence sends you behind bars straight-
Verdict is your life sentence for man slaughter.
A long wait begins, soul search in quiet water,
family now committed to a bitter social fate.

Time passes: your age, purpose, reasons change;
Calm creeps in, regrets lead to insight and appeals.
“You’re not alone” whisper friends at meals;
Now wishing regard for a human, this social derange!

Too late to change! Wallow in life’s grime!
Date is fixed. Letters, cards, books arrive in-
Family trying to save your soul in heaven!
When on earth, you didn’t let them help it shine.

Times change, choice still, to still life, is a silent Syringe.
Life’s over, the sentence, too. You’ve come to terms,
Forgiveness to self. Document read, State seal firms:
“Name, list of crimes, and the Jury’s Verdict.” You don’t cringe.
R.I.P.

_________________________________________________________________

IF

If you had Survived circumstances beyond your control,
If you had Distant memories of a hurt,
If you had Trace of a crime in your career,
If you had reflections, a Portion of which was regret,
If you had Impressions, that you can make things better,
If you were given one golden chance, a prisoner Reprieved,
Suddenly, you have Life!

I ask you, what matters:
Living?
Living well?
Living free?
Loving living?
I wonder, what will You choose?

P. S. The same kind of work in Uniform, gives All of the above choices.

Reference https://www.google.com/amp/s/amp.businessinsider.com/a-death-row-inmate-describes-his-thoughts-days-before-execution-2017-4  P.S. Wishing peace prevail in his and many other families like his, so crime is minimized.

Tolerance Radiates, Intolerance does too!

“Tolerance Radiates love and peace, whereas, Intolerance radiates anger and bloodshed.Thinkinkadia.

One day, I was driving slow on a right turn and did not pick up much speed because within two hundred yards, there was another right turn. And then I was in a busy shopping complex, so maintained a low speed till I parked.

It was the first day of winter break, and we had decided to go to a park for a walk and breakfast. As my family was ready to step out, I heard a honk and a man signaling me to step out.

I did and the man started yelling about my driving skills and how I was deliberately going too slow. Right away the teacher mind kicks in, so I do not defend myself and I just listen to him.

When he paused, I answered, that there was a posted speed limit and I thought I was within that.

When people are angry, they repeat the same thing over and over, till the steam runs out. So I listened, apologized for the inconvenience. Finally, he said something less angry, but just enough to hint that he was grumpy and not giving in.

That’s when I decided to end it Infused with love and respect. I said, “Sir, I have heard you, understood you, explained to you, and apologized. (Pause) Have a wonderful day and I wish you a Merry Christmas.”

After absorbing all that I tripped on my dogs leash within two minutes of getting my family from the car, dislocated my thumb, and spent a packet getting it fixed. One month of healing and a small price to pay for Peace.
I chose it as a safer option versus a potential social Detonate-ing experience.

Q: When you meet an angry person, what do you hear?

Notty nor Nice😉

Notorious Farce Descends life graph quickly.” Thinkinkadia

Life is like a street, where our deeds catch up with us at the next signal, sooner than later.

You may be the driver of your car, and you might be so cool, think it’s fun/ funny, want to reach some where faster than others- but if one doesn’t respect the traffics pace or needs, then the attitude generates a consequence that brings down the car, spirit, or figures resting in the wallet.

In life’s costs, that’s got to hurt!

Especially, for a public figure addicted to publicity.😉

Fittest Revive Over the Precipice!

Precipice

Fully conscious and deserving are you,
make your mistakes, with abandon enjoy;
Guided by power of insight anew-
Try out ideas, courage to toy.

Have faith in your abilities,
Build the skills to create, every day.
Sway not by riches, nor nitty-gritties;
Create in dreams, that you doth play.

No need to care, or gingerly tread,
around the proud, overconfident.
Do the needful, you mustn’t dread-
Work awardless, regardless; make that dent.

In this world, ring in justice
for people whose struggles are true.
Hang not over life’s precipice-
Let survival remain of the fittest few.

To Mothers, Care, and Nurturing

Final

I’m at my wits end about money spinning doctors. The purpose of care stems from selflessness. I believe its most effective too, when it is done from nurturing spirit, like that of a Mother, especially Mother Nature.

I do understand overhead expenses on the infrastructure and technology needed to support the doctors offices for giving care. But, why must non-business people have to pay for their fancy perks?
Considering that we all have professions which need our time, study, skill, and sacrifice. Every skill is important but society judges payment based on popularity of skill set, or supply and demand. A useless numbers game?
None of this logic appeals to teaching or artists. People know it is a giving spirit that does these jobs, so it is literally expected that they do the job for less. And for people who want to keep things simple, nurturing, and giving, it is even less so.
Unless you are greedy for money, or have a brand name, you must not be good enough in your ability to teach or produce artwork?
At the same time, it is very heartening to know, that it is still possible to find people who will share their skill ‘just like that’, spontaneously, simply because you expressed interest. Two years ago, in one trip, I learned how to make a simple leather bag and decorate a leather journal for free, on the spur of the moment, from two giving artists/small business operators. Not that I had to start a business, but because it’s amazing what people can do and I’d like to do it atleast once.
There are places you can find giving people, but it’s a membership, affiliation, association, board of directors, and push for enrollment thing. And that works well, except there’s money involved at some level; either hopes, aspirations, investment, numbers enrolled, or classes.
There some Doctors who will do good in other countries and go above and beyond, in helping human beings just because it is the right thing to do. That is rather an exception, than the rule.
I cannot speak for them, just myself. I try to teach from the spirit, without greed, for the good of, but firm on my expectations from students. No exchange of material things to generate love or reinforce good behaviour. I’m not sure it’s enough, so I just keep plugging along.
Finally, I would like to €mpha$ize dental care: don’t bite off more than you can chew. 😄Flo$£ Dail¥! All traditional knowledge has now been officially trashed by modern trained doctors who will convince you the only thing for you is to get treatment right away from them or people they refer you to.
Being subjected to their wisdom, tools, sales tactics and bills right now😉! Time to test creativity on practical matters. Please excuse my absence until things get better.

On Mother’s Day, I pray for those mothers and children: who are not educated, who understand less of the commercial powers of the world, and who struggle to survive on this same Mother Earth.
Happy Mother’s Day to All!

Lady bug, Shoo fly, and Gun-toting Grannie💃🏻see RED!

“Sometimes, things and people that look creepy, panic when you stop to take a closer look. It’s worth a try, anyway.” Thinkinkadia Lite😉

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

When I went in closer, it Panicked and faded away into the greens!

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

It danced to entertain me, matching its footwork to my song🎵, but when I picked up speed, the fly flew panicky into the blue!

Gun-Toting Grannie

(Story circulating on the web) Way to go Granny!!!

The Rambo Granny of Melbourne, Australia

Gun-toting granny Ava Estelle, 81, was so ticked-off when two thugs raped her 18-year-old granddaughter that she tracked the unsuspecting ex-cons down and shot off their testicles.

The old lady spent a week hunting those men down and, when she found them, she took revenge on them in her own special way,
said Melbourne police investigator Evan Delp.

Then she took a taxi to the nearest police station, laid the gun on the sergeant’s desk and told him as calm as could be: “Those bastards will never rape anybody again, by God.”

Cops say convicted rapist and robber Davis Furth, 33, lost both his penis and his testicles when outraged Ava opened fire with a 9-mm pistol in the hotel room where he and former prison cell mate Stanley Thomas, 29, were holed up.

The wrinkled avenger also blew Thomas’ testicles to kingdom come, but doctors managed to save his mangled penis, police said.
“The one guy, Thomas, didn’t lose his manhood, but the doctor I talked to said he won’t be using it the way he used to,” Detective Delp told reporters. “Both men are still in pretty bad shape, but I think they’re just happy to be alive after what they’ve been through.”

The Rambo Granny swung into action August 21 after her grand-daughter Debbie was carjacked and raped in broad daylight by two knife-wielding creeps in a section of town bordering on skid row. “When I saw the look on my Debbie’s face that night in the hospital,I decided I was going to go out and get those bastards myself because I figured the Law would go easy on them,” recalled the retired library worker. “And I wasn’t scared of them, either because I’ve got me a gun and I’ve been shooting all my life. And I wasn’t dumb enough to turn it in when the law changed about owning one.”

So, using a police artist’s sketch of the suspects and Debbie’s description of the sickos, tough-as-nails Ava spent seven days prowling the wino-infested neighborhood where the crime took place ’till she spotted the ill-fated rapists entering their flophouse hotel. “I knew it was them the minute I saw ’em, but I shot a picture of ’em anyway, and took it back to Debbie and she said sure as hell, it was them,” the oldster recalled.

“So I went back to that hotel and found their room and knocked on the door, and the minute the big one opened the door, I shot ’em right square between the legs, right where it would really hurt ’em most, you know.”

“Then I went in and shot the other one, as he backed up pleading to me to spare him. Then I went down to the police station and turned myself in.”

Now, baffled lawmen are trying to figure out exactly how to deal with the vigilante granny.

“What she did was wrong, and she broke the law, but it is difficult to throw an 81-year-old woman in prison,” Det. Delp said, “especially when 3 million people in the city want to nominate her for Mayor.”

 

 

O to the Beheaders

Which God promotes it?
Every religion has done it.
Dark ages, stark ages,
We are failing all our sages.
The mankind,
thru human unkind.

Does nature allow it,
As a way to give peace?
Does being civilized allow it
As a way to balance populace?

Is it an accomplished (un)kind of feeling
as you slice a human head and send it reeling?
Is beheading the beheader the logical punishment?
Is slicing up people a way to get
heavenly commitment?

Ask the designer of these techniques inhuman,
Or the trainer of intelligent agencies super-human:
Have you dominated enough of those near?
Instilled enough fear in your not so dear?

How do you make people forget
these murdering thrills;
your desired treat you now get?
They’re still cooking the hills-
generations after you got your
piece of cake, hors-d’oeuvre.

Habits that kill hard,
DIE hard.

While you move on true.
Dominate, justify too.
Weapons and commerce –
scores, medals, purpose.
Peace of mind or land won?
Peace be within you when done.

Control:
Over
n
Out.

Teach on! Regardless …

“Knackered only till you hunker down and choose to love what you do.” Thinkinkadia

A few years ago, as a new substitute teacher, I used to come home from teaching other people’s classes and once in a while, be so knackered that I would lay down to recover before interacting with my family. A few years later, I decided this was the job of my choice. And there went the word Knackered, forever.

I used to call it classroom terrorism. They still call it partytime. Some adults also ‘understand’ the students’ need for fun. I have honestly met more scary defiance from student teenagers than teens captured for weilding a gun.

I guess it has something to do with the onus of responsibility and sense of purpose. The variable of territoriality remains the same. It’s their area, they know it better, you are the outside element, and they are going to get you, even at a cost to themselves. Terror mannerism.

Or, is terrorism, needing a new word in the adult world? But for the politics behind it, everything else seems pretty similar.

What makes a child 1/4th or sometimes 1/5th your age, disrespect you is the ‘stranger element.’ You are not neither their parent who is going to provide food, clothing, and shelter; nor the teacher who is going to grade them or mediate between home and school.

Older kids want to see if you really care enough about them to ignore their misconduct. Younger ones want to try experiments against authority figures that they can get away with. The little ones don’t like change and don’t know how to manage their energy or their attitudes. See the pattern.

And then the ones you’ll meet anywhere are the ones needing love but asking for it through negative attention. Wherever you go, whatever the age, there are a few people I learned I will meet who need to be heard. Listen on.

In the end, that’s the job. Listen to them, love them, or respect them, and when absolutely necessary, discipline with words or consequences. Teach on, regardless.

It never ceases to amaze me that eventually they grow up and realize what is the right way, if you stayed strong in the right choice. Having mixed feelings about this thankless job?

As a parent, one knows it all works out for the better in the long run, or atleast till life is done😉

🤐Published few hours ago using an old digital draft(!) on April 28, 2017, and it dispersed moodily. Thus, re-posted. Please consider this the real one. I will have to delete the other soon as I can find it😉 Apologies

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/knackered/”>Knackered</a&gt;

Teach On!

Knackered only till you hunker down and choose to love what you do.” Thinkinkadia

A few years ago, as a new substitute teacher, I used to come home from teaching other people’s classes and once in a while, be so knackered that I would lay down to recover before interacting with my family. A few years later, I decided this was the job of my choice. And there went the word Knackered, forever.

I used to call it classroom terrorism. They still call it partytime. Some adults also ‘understand’ the students’ need for fun. I have honestly met more scary defiance from student teenagers than teens captured for weilding a gun.

I guess it has something to do with the onus of responsibility and sense of purpose. The variable of territoriality remains the same. It’s their area, they know it better, you are the outside element, and they are going to get you, even at a cost to themselves. Terror mannerism.

Or, is terrorism, needing a new word in the adult world? But for the politics behind it, everything else seems pretty similar.

What makes a child 1/4th or sometimes 1/5th your age, disrespect you is the ‘stranger element.’ You are not neither their parent who is going to provide food, clothing, and shelter; nor the teacher who is going to grade them or mediate between home and school.

Older kids want to see if you really care enough about them to ignore their misconduct. Younger ones want to try experiments against authority figures that they can get away with. The little ones don’t like change and don’t know how to manage their energy or their attitudes. See the pattern.

And then the ones you’ll meet anywhere are the ones needing love but asking for it through negative attention. Wherever you go, whatever the age, there are a few people I learned I will meet who need to be heard. Listen on.

In the end, that’s the job. Listen to them, love them, or respect them, and when absolutely necessary, discipline with words or consequences. Teach on, regardless.

It never ceases to amaze me that eventually they grow up and realize what is the right way, if you stayed strong in the right choice. Having mixed feelings about this thankless job?

As a parent, one knows it all works out for the better in the long run, or atleast till life is done😉

🤐Published using an old digital draft(!) on April 28, 2017.