To Everything, Turn, Turn, Turn...
by
Mark William Darus.
Yeah, the title for this entry I stole from The Byrds.
Indulge me, if so kind, and hit the link and listen as you read my words.
The Byrds. Turn...
How does one end something they created and freely tossed to our Blue Marble?
A place for all to read, learn and hopefully grow as lights might go off in their heads, thinking: 'Damn, now I get it!' and/or 'Wow, how could I have been so blind?' Perhaps: 'Is that how they got a promotion over me?' and many other thoughts some might be hit with.
It was my intention to show all readers the highly dark and ugly places many of us have either fallen into or created in others and how these events occur in our lives. To show this simple truth: You are Not Alone. I think all of us have either been used by others, have used others for personal gain, or both over time.
We're both Predator and Prey to one another, are we not? More often than not, both exist in each and every one of us on a daily basis at any given moment.
You disagree? No problem, though I ask you consider this before sending me harsh emails: You feel like you're being used by your boyfriend/girlfriend/coworker/ a boss that steals your ideas to elevate their position, whatever. For reasons you hold within your heart of hearts sacred, maybe fearing what might happen if you talked about them to another, most likely held from your childhood experiences of physical, sexual or emotional abuse. You, alone, yet being anothers prey, go out and about on your time away from those controlling. You are shopping, getting gas, having nails painted to please the "him" / getting a haircut to please the 'Her', while your mind is spinning of thoughts never ending of personal failures in you taking an hour from a week for yourself. As you spending this hour for yourself, relishing it, loving it, cherishing it, something goes south of expectation, making your brain cross mental terminator. You so quickly turn from hunted to hunter at an others small misdoing ,one easily corrected, yet still you go all vocal Isis on them. Belittling them with harsh words, your eyes showing fiery pupils of daggers, the twist of your face displaying your enjoyment for doing to others, hurting others, as you have let yourself fall into a world of bad decisions. While they apologize, attempt to correct things, struggle at minimum wage to make things right with you, Not Enough for you, is it? You always have to point out how their hair is uneven, a nose piercing sets not quite right, the tat on your arm is misspelled, you're too fat to please any man, honey, forget wearing pink and know vibrators will be your only mate....
Yeah, I have heard all those above in check out lines across many venues. I have seen shoppers go so rotten as to say after the cashier told them the total cost for third time was greeted with from a so caught by cell shopper snaps: "damnit, Beyatch! What does I neee- DANG! NOT YOU, sorry hon, I am just asking dis bitch runnin my card to STOP INTERUPTION ME NOW!!!"
I thank my HIGH-FIVING GOD, the pappy of Jesus for giving me an avenue to wander, learn, struggle with a life without things most take for granted. You said when I would just surrender to you, I would find what made me different. Well, I found out at your will, sorry my sisters didn't like this.
Yet, I am struggling now. I believe this mental creation given at my hands from othernous, be it God as he gives me the Black and White to write with or Jesus that has me share beauty and redemption for all to experience safe harbour with.
I would like to give thanks to those that visited Psychopathy: Another Life. My Friends and readers, 48000 strong over it's 3 year life. I humbly thank the over 88 countries, that read my ramblings, shreddings, carings, You took time, read my shotguns blasting of thoughts,,, How can not I say you are the best your country has to give me. IN ALL HONESTY, I LOVE YOU ALL, HUG YOU ALL. WHERE HAVE WE NOT GONE TO FILTHY DISGUSTING AREAS, finding pennies on a platform to feed us..
My Dearest God! your accidental baptisms Hits my left arm cooling it, sweet. So many, annoyed, rain drops falll.
again, how does one end something..... How do we slay a comfort zone for better benefit ??
Thanks for your sharings. support, belief in something greater tHAN YOURSELF.... Freely taking goosebumps on forearms, the tender strokes across the back neck, , WE'RE THE DREAM WARRPRW
Christ, Jesus, your father lead me on this path of a blog. I must end it now and I find myself crying, hurting and sobbing surrendering further to your will for me to grant avenues to share with others. My father, I will to try to make it worthy of you.
Before closing this, I would like to thank the people of these many lands I have met in the physical world, though they have visited and touched my life: your reading my words kept me alive.
Thanks to the people of these proud lands that took the time to read me: Czech Republic, China, Korea, France, UK, Russia, Brazil, Spain, Mexico, South Africa, Malta, Ukraine, Canada, Sweden, Iceland, Germany, Belgium, Afghanistan, Serbia, Portugal, Thailand, Kenya, Norway, Syria, Greenland, Latvia, Costa Rica, Finland, Belize, Rwanda, Greece, Nepal, Australia, Italy, Hungary, Libya, Japan, Taiwan, Lebanon, Trinidad and Tobago, Slovakia, Denmark, Cambodia, Bangladesh, Fiji, Jordan, Laos, New Zealand, Israel, Croatia, Saint Helena, Honduras, Romania, Taiwan, Liberia, Kyrgyzstan, Cape Verde, Barbados, and my friends in what’s left in the once proud UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
I wish to welcome you down another road. Know I am merely a typist....
A place filled with potholes and nastiness, yet, a gentle spot to lay your head down, perhaps not feeling so nuts when something catches you off guard in a good way.
A Long Down a Short Pier, And Where It Led me....
Hope to see you there!
I now end this blog, thanking so many of you in my journey down the road....
I could not have reached this place without all of you!!!!
From my now ever growing heart, so much like the Grinch a mere three years ago, sizes too small, learning to walk again via OtherNous, figuring things out about myself, limping, crawling, finding avenues of expression that might mate to others minds and grant them understanding and an element of peace.
I wish for each and everyone of us to find a place in gentle heart of understanding for all of us that share a precious gem, this being our Blue Marble.
Hugs to EACH AND EVERY FREAKING ONE OF YOU!!!!! YOU KEPT ALIVE BY YOUR VIEWING THIS, REPEATED READERSHIP, EMAILS AND SUCH!!!!! AS MY LIFE TOOK SO MUCH AWAY FROM ME, JESUS AND YOUR FELLOWSHIP ACROSS A GLOBE, MADE ME REALIZE WHAT IS TRULY IMPORTANT. ALL OTHERS ARE VASTLY MORE IMPORTANT THAN OURSELVES....
WE ALL GOT STADIUM LOVE!
STADIUM LOVE
Kick your weekend into gear and share something beautiful and righteous for a change instead of telling how you got buggered off by another.
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MaY YoUr LiFe Be BlEsSed!
MARK WILLIAM DARUS 06122015
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