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"ON DEATH AND DYING"

NEW THEORY::
LATELY I HAVE HEARD
CONVERSATIONS RE: THIS
WHEN WE DIE, WE DO NOT GO TO
HEAVEN OR HELL
WE SLEEP
OUR SOULS DO NOTHING
BUT SLEEP
THE WORLD IS EXPECTED TO
COME APART IN CATASTROPHES
(WHICH IT ALREADY IS HAPPENING)
THIS IS SUPPOSED TO GO ON FOR
1,000 YEARS
THEN A SECOND COMING ARISES
THE WHOLE SCENARIO IS CALLED
ARMAGEDDON
WHEN THE RETURN OF CHRIST
HAPPENS
A NEW "EARTH",
REFLECTING THE STATE OF
ADAM, EVE AND THE GARDEN OF EDEN
BEFORE "ORIGINAL SIN" HAPPENED,
IS GOING TO REPLACE THIS ONE NOW

IT IS WHEN THOSE
DEAD AND ALIVE WILL BE SUMMONED TO
THEIR RESPECTIVE PLACES
THOSE THAT ARE THOUGHT TO BE
"HEAVEN BOUND"
WILL BE ON THE NEW EARTH
AND THOSE THAT ARE
"HELL BOUND"
WILL BE LEFT OUT AND
JUST LEFT TO KEEP "SLEEPING"
( I HAVE NOT HEARD MUCH DETAIL ABOUT WHAT ELSE IS TO TAKE PLACE WITH THOSE SOULS)

PEOPLE ARE TALKING ABOUT THIS
ON TELEVISION DOCUMENTARIES,
PREACHING PROGRAMS AND EVEN WEBSITES
IF IN DOUBT ABOUT THIS, THEY ACTUALLY TAKE BIBLE
PASSAGES AND INTERPRET THEM TO SHOW THIS
FOR INSTANCE, THE DEATH OF LAZARUS,
OTHER PROPHECIES IN REVELATIONS,
PEOPLE ARE SAYING EVEN CHRIST'S TIME
BEFORE RESURRECTION, DEATH WAS "SLEEPING"
AND WHAT WILL NEXT WEEK BRING
TO THE CONCEPT OF HEAVEN, GOD AND
THE TRIBUNAL OF ANGELS?
I WOULD HATE TO THINK THAT
DEATH WILL SOON EQUAL
ETERNAL "HOOTERS"

----pamela 09/19/10








"CALL ME HERMIT"

Many people ask me
How I cannot be lonely
Due to circumstances,
being presently doomed
Stuck inside of an
All-too-small apartment
For weeks at a time
Until when or if a ride
Comes my way
In order to escape
For a few hours;
Revelling in the stimulus of
Grocery store labels,
Dealing with the
Illogical and Irritating
Ways of doctors

How much more exciting
It would be to climb
The fragile stairways
Up to a cave on the
Mountainside of Tibet,
Escaping these 4 walls
And my random encounters
With the unfortunate
Selfishness of others

Sitting in front of a fire
Watching the flames
Lapping up to my rock roof
While playing a wooden flute
And meditating to a
Higher level of being
Sounds, Oh,
So much more inviting

The sacrifice would be a
Microwave pizza diet,
Forced to forge for food
Provided by God
For me to find
Along with the
Eternal Philosophies
Which are all too
Often forgotten
Due to cable TV and the Internet;
Giving up llannel pajamas
And my favorite pillow
In exchange for loincloths
Forced to sleep on a dirt floor
And be grateful
For some soft leaves
Acting as bedding

Etching the thoughts
Which I might be able to
Finally process,
Without interruption due
To civilization and stress,
Upon the walls
Using a charred stick and stones,
Allowing me to express my
Thoughts and feelings
Hopefully for no one
To ever find
My secret sanctity...

Or
Maybe one day
Some ambitious archaeologist,
Finding my ruines and
Personal scrawlings,
Will think that they stumbled
Upon some great discovery

Very gingerly,
Packing up the crumbling remains,
When my dust peacefully
Settled back to dust,
Insists upon shipping
What is left of my existence
To the Smithsonian Institute
Where I and the professor
Will both have our
Fifteen minutes of fame
Then, abandoning what is left of me
To be displayed
Behind some glass case
Bearing again the 4 walls
That I so desperately tried
To escape from with,
Perhaps, an occassional passerby
Staring at me
While the cries of children,
All too bored,
Can be heard throughout
The hallways;
Disturbing what my Eternal Rest
Was supposed to provide....

---pamela 09/18/10






"THANK YOU GONE"

ALL TOO OFTIMES
WHEN, OUT OF A HEART,
COMES COMPASSION
AND ALL THAT CAN BE
AFFORDED IS DONE
SWEPT UP TO BE
USED, ABUSED, THEN
ALL TOO SWIFTLY GONE

HANDS OF TIME
PRODUCE THE THANK YOU
WHAM BAM ONE MORE TIME
MA'AM

OFFERED AS A
TO BE FORGOTTEN
TOKEN OF GRATITUDE;
SLAP IN THE FACE
BEING A SAD GESTURE
TO TAKE IT'S PLACE

WILL SHE EVER LEARN?
THE WORDS OF
MAYBE, SOMEDAY
REGRETFULLY URGING ON.....

---pamela 10/19/10