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samedi 1 octobre 2016

| h 10:22:00

Why Women Stay In Abusive Relationships

There are many reasons why women stay in abusive relationships. Many stay out of fear. Either they have been threatened that bad things will happen to them, or their family members if they try and leave the abusive situation. Lack of money can be another reason, and not having anyone to turn to for help. Like men - women are proud creatures and often don't want others knowing how bad her situation really is in shame that she will be looked down upon and knowing that someone will say "why don't you just leave."

These are dreaded words to hear and can cause even more stress to the recipient of abuse who wants to get out of their situation but feel powerless and afraid, not knowing how to take a step towards freedom from the abuse they are forced to endure. There are many forms of abuse a woman can suffer, and sadly far too many women in today's society are being murdered by their partners or husbands.

There is always a root cause to violent or abusive relationships. As women, we are conditioned to be the nurtures and the caregivers. In reality this is really no more than just a theory because women need nurturing themselves. Men do not seem aware of this. I have spoken to many women who have told me how much they miss their mothers that have been dead for years. They miss being nurtured and having someone deeply care about their wellbeing.

This is a problem that can easily cause a relationship to start off on an uneven keel, leading to domestic violence, abuse and mental cruelty. At some point in the relationship. A woman may feel a glimmer of her self worth arise only to be hammered down and sent back into her ever existing darkness. Any self worth she has can waiver as soon as the name calling and personal attacks on her personal self starts and she is sent reeling back into her little corner once again.

Abuse has subtle signs to begin with that are easily over looked because women take them as compliments. Lets face it, we are too busy being in love to be aware of something dark and sinister lurking about in the undergrowth of compliments. We often take his obsessive texting or phoning as being concerned for our wellbeing, making us feel as if we matter to someone for the first time in our life. We don't have any idea about how to discriminate between "growing obsessiveness" and genuine love. Women are getting mixed messages. You get the impression he genuinely cares and loves you and he tells you he is not like other men.

He will cause to you to believe that he is the right person for you, conditioning you over a period of time that you can't live without him in your life. You eventually look to him for validation and dependency in all areas of your life without being conscious of it. Before long you have handed your power over to this person without even signing a form, and he now controls your thinking and opinions. Your now "a puppet."

If you disagree on anything his reaction might be that he wants to discuss it with you, but the discussion turns into bitter name calling and threats and this is where you realise you must retreat back to your corner before he begins displaying physical abuse. Most of the time it happens anyhow.

Women can live in an abusive relationship for many years before they seek any form of help, fearing that he will carry out his threats if they leave. This happened to me many years ago. I was threatened I would be shot. Friends would ask me why I stayed and I would change the subject. I did not want them to know I was afraid of leaving. There are many forms of relationship abuse. Being forced to have sex without your consent is "rape," and because two people are in a relationship or married does not give one partner the right to have sex with the other without that persons consent. This is another reason why many women put up with being constantly raped by their partners, they are misguided in their thinking that because they are married its okay. It is NOT okay. Signing a marriage certificate and taking his name does not give him private label rights to use you like an inanimate object.

The dictionaries definition of the word "rape is: Having sex with someone against their will - an act of raping. There is a way out, talk to your doctor and be completely honest about your situation, and ask him/her to refer you to a counsellor, they will be able to lead you to a safe house or refuge. Don't ever worry about what your friends think. Your life is on the line. These are the first steps to taking back your power.

| h 10:21:00

How to Decrease Student Attrition in Higher Education?

I should have known my marriage wasn't going to last when, on the night of our joint hen/stag do, he came home with a 'love bite' on his neck, and gave some excuse. I threatened to leave him then, but he persuaded me to stay. The first sign that things weren't right.

When his mum found out I was pregnant a short time after we were married her words were "you just can't keep it in your trousers". Perhaps that should have been noticed as another sign.

Before the end of the year I had my first daughter prematurely, and a few months after that, I found out he was having an affair. He left, but it wasn't for long, and by the time my daughter was 16 months, I fell pregnant with my second daughter.

We moved away for a "fresh start", and a few months later my daughter was born. Things seemed to be OK. I had postnatal depression and was put on anti-depressants. My health visitor was great and would suggest things like learning to drive so I could get out more. I've since learned that several people were aware of what I was going through.

He decided to join the T.A. and would go away at weekends for "training". On one occasion after he came home, I was doing the washing and found lipstick on his shirt, which he brushed off with another excuse and an apology. Perhaps I just didn't want to admit what was happening. I kept thinking he'll change, he said he would. He took on a 2nd job as a taxi driver and was never home. I was soon beginning to realise he was a compulsive liar.

My life continued to be controlled by his decisions, deceits and lies. He even lied to his parents saying he had quit his job, when he was still working... he kept that up for a year, until just before he started a new job. I remained on anti-depressants and had tried to take my own life, simply because I wanted him to give me some attention.

Shortly after starting his new job, he had an accident whilst at work, a tree branch that was caught in the tipper of his lorry had catapulted him as he tried to dislodge it; he was rushed to hospital and was in intensive care for weeks. He'd broken his back, had damaged his hand when he tried to protect himself in the fall and had suffered brain damage. He was in hospital for months in a coma. I would drive the 50 mile round trip to visit him every day, leaving the kids at home so they didn't have to see the horrendous sight of all the tubes and machines. When he came out of his coma he was moved to another hospital that specialised in back injuries. His spinal cord had snapped and he would be permanently in a wheel chair, paralyzed from the waist down. I would have to look after him.

Even when he was there recovering, I discovered phone calls from another woman, but he said it was his bosses daughter phoning to see how he was. Yes I was suspicious; his track record had made sure of that. It was a few months after that I found a love letter...

I wanted out!

We lived in a mid terraced house with an upstairs; he couldn't get up the stairs, or much else for himself, without help at this point. One night, not long after he came home from the hospital, I was getting him ready for his brother coming to bath him. I found a letter tucked into the back-brace he had to wear, it was from another woman. He made up some excuse as to who it was, but I read the letter and it became clear she was more than just a friend. I said that night that I was leaving; that I wasn't putting up with it any more, but then his brother came and had a chat with him. He apologised and said he'd never do it again and persuaded me to stay, telling me he needed me more than ever now. It was about that time I became bulimic. I thought 'I can't be attractive enough and that's why he keeps cheating on me'.

On more than one occasion, I'd return home from an errand to find him hanging up the phone. He would say it was a wrong number, but it happened far too often and always when I was out, again I grew suspicious. On another occasion, I opened and closed the front door without leaving; he thought I'd left. I went quietly upstairs and sure enough the phone rang. I let him pick it up then I lifted the other receiver, I listened to their chat about how they missed each other and how they wished they could see each other more... I admit it, I lost it! I shouted down the phone at them, slammed the phone down and went down stairs into the living room where he had already put the phone down. I just turned and left, I had my daughter to pick up. I was so upset. How could he, after everything I had been through, and everything I had done for him? He couldn't move from bed to chair or vice versa on his own. I came home and I phoned his brother. This was it... I was leaving this time! His brother came round and again persuaded me to stay.

When people came to visit, he would put me down in front of them, calling me names and belittling me. I was so embarrassed. He was like a different person and not in a nice way. He became even more controlling. If I needed money I had to ask him. When we went to the shops together, I had to ask him for money before each shop, and give him the receipts when I came out the shops.

We were now practically living separate lives; I would drive him to meet his girlfriend. I know, how crazy is that? I started to make friends with someone else and we went out a couple of times, surely if it was OK for him, it was OK for me. Apparently not... that's when he first hit me, he discovered I'd been chatting to this guy and didn't like it.

I was already to go to work, the kids were ready for school and he flipped, shouting all sorts of abuse at me, calling names. He threw a wooden magazine rack across the room aiming for me and just missed my daughter. I saw red, I wasn't having any of that, so I started to shout at him, he grabbed me and started hitting me in front of the kids.

Although he couldn't move his legs the strength in his upper body had improved. He backed me into a corner and kept hitting me while I screamed for the kids to get out. He stopped when the phone rang, it was my neighbor wondering what had happened. He proudly shouted in the background, "I've just hit her". I told her I was coming through. I went to her house after the kids had gone to a friends before school, repaired my ripped clothes, fixed my make up and went to work as if nothing had happened.

After the first time he hit me, I felt I had to stay because of what he'd been through and because I thought I had to keep the family together, that's what marriage was about wasn't it? I had to stay for the sake of the kids, how many times have we heard or even said that?

I would live upstairs in the house, as he now had a new, purpose built extension. It was difficult trying to explain it to a 5 & 3 year old what was happening. At first I made it a fun thing for the kids, having picnics in the bedroom. I applied for a council house, citing domestic abuse as the reason, so I had to play a waiting game and carry on living there with my kids.

I can't remember how long it was after that when he went for me again, or what the reason was, but I had decided that was once too many times. I'd decided I didn't want to live that way, a way that was filled with lies and deceit, with his constant philandering, the arguments and me being on anti-depressants most of the time. Things my kids didn't need to know. I phoned my mum and asked her if I could move in with the kids, she didn't really have the room but said yes. I moved out that day. The very next day I'd received a letter telling me that I had been offered a house, it was a sign I'd made the right choice. I viewed it and decided just to take it. It needed work done on it so I'd stay with mum until it was complete. I'd also been to my lawyer to file for separation. He still wanted control, so made me list everything I wanted from the house on the separation papers, my main concern was getting everything I needed for the kids. On the day of the move I remember my mum helping and asking if I was taking something, can't remember what, but he said "no it's not on her list". I left there without a bed for myself and only the money from my part time job to keep my kids and me. I slept with my oldest until I had saved enough to buy myself a bed. I struggled but I did the best I could. He still didn't make things easy, he had access to the kids, but they would come home upset after visiting him. This went on for a year or so.

During the time he was seeing the kids, he'd had several different girl friends. In fact the day after I moved out, I walked in on him with another woman. There was another one who took my youngest into his house and refused to let her go, so we had to involve the police. The girls decided then that they wanted their surnames names changed, as they didn't want to be associated with his step-kids, who had changed their names to his. It seemed every time he took on a woman with kids, he showed them more attention than his own and would say things to hurt them like "these are my new kids" or "I'm really their dad". After a few other incidents with different girlfriends, they made the decision not to see him anymore, my youngest went on her own for a while but it was way too upsetting for her so she too decided she didn't want to go back.

I was looking for someone to love me and I kept looking in the wrong places, finding similar types of guys. When I did find a good one, I had trust issues, once bitten, as they say. Things got quite bad for me. I tried another attempt at suicide, but my love for my kids saved me. That's when I started to self-harm looking for release and was back on anti-depressants with a referral to a psychiatrist

After a few years, I'd had a few failed relationships, and I would constantly pour my out my heart to a work college. He had been my shoulder to cry on many times. Until one day he just grabbed me and kissed me, it was like a scene from the movies. That's when our relationship changed.

| h 10:21:00

Pride and Exercise

Pride has the potential to destroy us all, at least from an orthopedic point of view.

In our teens and twenties, we are invincible. Many of us can recall being able to perform in a basketball game or run in a track meet the morning after a night of drinking beers and eating McDonalds at 2AM. A few hours of sleep? No problem. I even recall a few high school friends who donated blood or smoked cigarettes before athletic competitions.

In our youth muscles and tendons strengthen quickly, bones are pliable yet strong, and recovery from intense exercise is easy. Most young people are not in the least bit worried about overuse injuries and punishing physical activities. Why should they be? Their bodies respond quite well to stress.

In our thirties small changes in physiology can be seen. Recovery times lengthen. It takes two days for the soreness in the muscles from a gym workout to go away rather than one day. Hangovers are worse. Chronic aches and pains are more likely to occur from repetitive activities or working out too intensely.

Pride starts to become an issue for us when we reach our thirties. Not being able to physically perform the way we did in our teens and twenties is a tough pill to swallow. Many of us try to push to the measurable levels of our youth in terms of running distances, weight lifting maximums, and other personal bests. Sometimes we can match our records, more times than not however the result is injury.

Those of us in our forties and beyond have a massive dose of reality to deal with. From a physiological vantage point, muscle fibers develop flaws, tendons become less vascularized and thus more brittle, and metabolism slows. Working out with the intensity and frequency that we did in our twenties is simply a bad idea. Injuries would abound. Many patients who find their way to the orthopedist or physical therapist ultimately do so because they cannot accept this reality.

Here is a free piece of advice that will save you thousands of dollars over your lifetime. Step back every few years and try to take an objective look at what you are doing in terms of your workout routine. Pay particular attention to your age and how your present workout compares to your workouts of the past. Listen to your body and adjust your goals based on your age. Seek the advice of a seasoned professional in you need to. Swallow your pride.

I am in no way advocating that you stop exercising. Long-term exercise is a vital portion of healthy living and longevity. Realize however that we all change as we age, and the airplane that is your body should have a soft landing into old age rather than a crash landing.

dimanche 25 septembre 2016

| h 08:30:00

Do You Think You Can Outsmart a 10 Year Old? Well, Think Again

These next examples will prove how these 18 kids could definitely outsmart “grownups”. You may have witnessed such things on
“Are you smarter than a 10 year old”.
Think you can outsmart a 10 year old kid? Well, these next examples definitely show how these awesome kids can outsmart probably most of us.
Whether you’ve watched the show “Are you smarter than a 10 year old” or if you haven’t, you might want to take a look at these little smart great children’s work:

1. Where did they get this kind of sense of humor?

Do You Think You Can Outsmart a 10 Year Old? Well, Think Again

1. Where did they get this kind of sense of humor?

| h 08:29:00

Twenty-Four March Poems

1Obama's Intentions

All that troubles me is that I have long foreseen, Obama's original scheme, it has always been to weaken America, as if to place it at a level with its unfriendly so called friends; thus, the advantage which she now holds over them through possessing capital and above all military superiority will come to an end, and be easily outweighed by the fact, its enemies will hold an equal advantage if not superior. They will have ample skill and experience for warfare, and nuclear capability will finally be in the hands of those little imps, from Iran and North Korea; and who knows whom else? Whereupon, they will not accept anything better than their present circumstance, and their original intentions, along with Russia and China (and all those dictators around the world, from Africa to South America), their original dream of regional dominance will be in reach; and America's wealth will be blackmailed from Tartarus, and America will bleed. Thus, when America goes to fight, it will be bleak and bright, it will be the day of Armageddon.

No: 4720/3-17-2015

A Man Forgets

What was your life like before?

(Asked Surr'el) I do not know!

For I remember very little

Of that life so long ago.

What war was I in, in Asia?

What nation did I pledge?

Around my hut whose Army lay,

At the edge of the China Sea?

Was I a drunk, a duff or a tramp?

A soldier, a scholar, was I?

Who saw me on Cape Horn?

Battle the chill-blustery skies!

I saw a pure Power, one morn

He stood watch over my ailing bed

Firm, steadfast he stood supreme

As if tilting over a summit's edge!

I sense I saw much, in that single life

Until, slowly my great age crept in;

More and more people I loved died-

And more and more I wept!

What anger did I leave behind?

In those forgotten years-

Only its shadow touches me now!

From out of that life, so short, so dear.

No: 4713/3-13-2015

Nuclear Rain

What sorrow stirs in the pit

About to break the world's ribs?

A mist of twilight's nuclear rain!

Hides now, behind the edge of day!

-in vain, in vain, we play the game

And wait, wait for nuclear rain...

No: 4714/3-14-2015

No Sanctuary

Led to your heart, betrayed

By your betraying rills.

Happy for a while, I was, -

In gibbous-moons, old memories

Catch me! Drain the lonely

Goblet of your death...

No: 4715/3-14-2015

For: M.J.H.

Christ's Face

When I am all alone

By the enteral beauty of the word,

Or where the mountains shadows glow-

Christ's face comes back to me

A ghost entering, and I know not why, -

A divine presence, my restless soul

Acknowledges with a sigh!

And ah, so long ago he cried!

So long ago he died!

So young and innocent.

No: 4716/3-14-2015

The Drawing by the author is of an old Roman coin

70 A.D.

Surprised by Noon

Noon has arrived

I looked up in the heat of the day

And it was there!

It has come over the Andes!

Through the streets of Lima

Walking quietly over the asphalt,

To my home in San Juan Miraflores!

The day shall never end I think.

Sister Marleny and her nuns are coming.

It's Betty's birthday.

After them, after lunch, quiet moments

Will rise, and I shall rest...

As does the worn-out wings

Of the trying fiends of Tartarus.

No: 4717/3-15-2015

March 12th(2015)

There's a dome over my head-

And my voice is hollow!

And my face is numb

My eyes feel heavy

Especially under the sun!

I slept long, but woke up to pee

A number of times, last night!

My balance is off today

I have heartburn.

The rills in my brain stand dammed:

The cells, thick as toothpaste!

They can't move along the channels...

What's going on?

The KFC man just showed up,

I hope the mash potatoes and gravy's

Hot, and not like mush!

-last night was too warm to sleep

Someone said I ate too much hen soup!

And here I thought it was 'worry'...

No: 4718/3-12-2015

The Law of Progress

Some countries, nation-states, cities

Haven't figured it out yet:

Peru, being one, who is trying it out

For size, - the Law of Progress!

It works something like this:

It is only when every individual has made up

Their minds to move forward! -that progress

Will remain in a state of progress...

It is individual vs. nation

(some call this patriotism, some evolution, and

then some: good old healthy growth... )

It comes with free will and destiny:

Hand in hand, should to shoulder!

Corruption is fought, politicians become

Worthy of their rank in the sight of God-

And they do not work against each other;

And are willing to enforce progress! -

Other than that, the law is just a law!

No: 4718/9-1-2013 (bone up: 3-16-2015)

This Poet's Motto

If a poet is really a poet he remains a poet at all times.

A Poet, even in prose, uses rhythm and rhyme, cadence and time, stanza and lurking thought; he avoids feeble words, restates a cliché, and s/he's honest-

There is nothing more striking, than the ordinary, the Conventional, the contrary, the strange!

Think that every premise, even a guess weights an end.

To not achieve a daily madness one must find:

God, then reason, and then examination.

Do every day a poet's duty! -everything is a subject!

Write today, what you think will wait for tomorrow-

Inclination, predisposition, it heals all unhappiness.

So compose, comprise, and combine: those words:

So challenging: obsessive, possessive, dynamic.

No: 4719/3-16-2015

Mike H's Haiku

(Poetic Tales of Mike H.)

Mike H. I thought him

To be a friend, but all he

Did, was spit in the wind!

He lay in darkens

Rolled stones down the slope, perhaps

Chance stones, perhaps not!...

Badly-aimed, at me!

I make no charge against him-

I'm still here, not he!

For me, life's clock

Is at half-past elven, God

Is shutting His pad.

My sins, piled up high

Gravity will soon take my soul:

After my lost sigh...

No: 4722/3-18-2014

Minnesota's March Winds!

A Minnesota wind at the end of winter

A wind that keeps whirling round and round,

One cannot for longer than a moment

Open one's eyes, - for the wind will slash

Snow into your face, time and again! -

And as you walk, one gets no farther forward!

You must duck under the wind, like a midget

And with a little pleasure in the struggle

Along the way, it's over and done with.

No: 4723/3-19-2014

Cosmic Rays

The stars are but the spray on the waves of a sea,

In the cosmos where resides dark matter, dark energy

Where the guts of stars burst into cosmic rays, go at

---the speed of light, every-which-way!

No: 4724/3-19-2015

Carl Sagan's Hypothesis

"If you have no evidence, reserve judgment."

That's what Carl Sagan, the scientist says.

But if you do, it's a difference story.

He says too, "I want to know if it is real, not

Just in my head: I say, that's well said.

But for him, the universe is too big to fit God in!

I have a big God, and that's why we have a

Big universe... and for me, He fits quite well!

Now, let me say: I know what is in those dark

Places, he infers are: 'Godless mysteries!'

If what he says is truth in his hypothesis, it

Makes me aware: a link to the consciousness

Of God, - for I have seen that he exists, in

Undreamt physical wonders, and visions

Throughout my life; thus, having better proof

Than even Steven Hawking's Black Hole!

No: 4725/3-19-2015

Drawing from a vision

Venus' Demise

Venus not so unlike Earth, a billion years ago, -

but something went wrong! -perhaps too much

Co 2, for its mass to swallow?

Thus, in a nutshell: heaven became hell. Now at the

point of no return, with no way back, with hot clouds

forming, hot enough to melt iron, and with the sun's

heat, once inside its soup bowl, kept in, in like the

white cliffs of dover, its carbon dioxide, frozen

within great walls, Venus became an inferno... !

No: 4726/3-20-2015

Shoveling Minnesota Sidewalks!

(Poetic Tales of Mike H.)

Minnesota snow, when it comes, sometimes it comes in blacks and tons!

You got to shovel it by the hour, lest you let the ice settle under the snow, and God and the Devil only knows, what then?

And be what may, the Devil, if he has his way, he'll cause you to slip, break an: ankle, leg or rib!

-Mike H., hired to clean those sidewalks for his landlady, kind of drove her crazy, he was quite lazy, said more often than not:

"Why clean those snowy pathways, it's a waste of time, I'm from Minnesota," he'd say with a grin, shoulders back, proud as a peacock ready to attack, "you're from Peru, I know better, better than you?"

No: 4727/3-20-2015

Justice (Double Haiku)

It was never meant

for you, nor I, to get justice

but try as we may!

Whom really is the

door-keeper for justice, is

too, god of the air!

No: 4712/3-05-2015 (Haiku version)

Luck

We all will have bad luck, and good luck in life:

lest we let shiftless creatures demoralize us!

-with ill-luck; for it would be east enough

to get on with.

No: 4729 (3-20-2015)

Idle Horses

Idle horses imperturbably turn their heads

equally sleep sodden, one to the other,

being ill-treated, not so unlike the slave.

The harsh night lights from the streets

burn their eyes. Relays of bar-men

keep slipping by them, backwards and

forwards they move as remarks are

thrown up to them. Annoyed that man

will not leave them in peace; literally a

prisoner. The horse he has no pleasure in

the spectacle around him, man is but a

great clatter, however inaudible at his

height in God's creation, he bows! Yet

gazes absently at the people around him,

at the people pouring out of house-doors,

peering down from balconies, and staring

out of windows, flanked by arch lights,

automobile headlights. Strong giants, as

they are, cannot take a step of their own

free will, thus life goes on without plan.

Each horse propelled by his Master.

The Master shouting, orating with a white face,

clinched fists, the horse urging in breathless

bewilderment: the effect, the horse's mind in

complete darkness: "Haven't I told you what to do?"

says the Master, "Hurry up!" He stretches his arms.

To the horse, man indeed is evil-smelling.

"Just look at this" the Master says to himself.

He beats the horse on the back with a lash

the horse endures the blows, though they

make him twist with pain: the Master now

feels the resistance of the horse growing

more and more, and its sinewy body bracing

with greeter enmity against his Master. Now

with scintillating eyes, the horse kicks his

Master against his chest, it causes searing

pain in his back and head, then the collision

"You scoundrel" he yells. Ah, and now the

horse has come to thinking 'What," he had

forgotten everything, "what is the point of

all this!"

No: 3-21-2015/ No: 4731

Demon's for Lunch!

Pope Francis said recently, "Christ never invited demons to lunch... "

What exactly did he mean?

To my understanding: if you are a criminal you are incompatible with Christ!

Why?

Because Christ is incompatible with evil.

In other words, incompatible meaning: not like-minded.

No: 4732/ 3-25-2015

Demon's for Gossip!

The Person who gossips says, Pope Francis

Is liken to a Kamikaze.

Or better yet: a terrorist who drops a bomb

Destroying others.

No: 4733/ 3-25-2015

Answering the Judge!

Tell me, is there any sense to defend oneself where there is no good will?

Does it not depend on the spirit in which one is judged, if he is to make an answer?

No: 4730/ 3-20-2015

Insights from the works of Franz Kafka

Saturated Love!

When God's love saturates you,

You in turn saturate those around you

With His love.

No: 4735/ 3-25-2015

From the Readings of Pope Benedict XVI

Possibilities!

I believe that there continuously will exist the possibility for change, where people have been tested by life, and perhaps by great sufferings, even in the face of despair! Each person I believe can change, even the most cynical. Why do I believe this? Let me answer my own question: man, he is the person in the image of God, we have his breath, and the Holy Spirit, can change one's sense of right and wrong. That is I suppose optimism at its highest point.

No: 4736/ 24 & 25 March, 2015

Insight from writings of Pope Francis (From news reports by: CNA)

Note: I have seen the most unbelieving people, turn to God, so much so, it is no longer a surprise, as it once was.

The Messiah,

Like pelts stretched from side-to-side

On a wooden cross, undressed, alive-

The Messiah hung, like a wild beast,

Uncouth, uncrowned, no dignity.

De-boned-like fish-His body hung;

Lifeless, deformed: - in silent pain.

Dried blood upon his ransomed face,

Eyes decaying, hardly seen.

Pours hemorrhaging with a gloss of sweat; -

Skin like mounds of inflamed tar

(Like boils reflecting off dark shaded ice).

Deep distress around His soot-covered veins,

A mixture of Saliva, Dirt and Shame; -

Ugly as sin, beyond recognition

(Like open incisions of an autopsy).

Acquainted with grief, yes, oh Yes!

As the prophets foretold, long ago.

A new scene, we became REDEEMED!!

No: 68/ seen and documented in 1984, written in poetic form, 1988

History of the poem: The Messiah

The Messiah, between 1959 (at 12-years old), to 1965 (17-years old), Dr. Siluk had written 23-poems, two for his High School News Paper, "Beyond Man," and Typing." In 1971, he wrote two poems in Vietnam, and then in the next decade, another 10-poems, making it 33-poems. Then for his first book he wrote, 45-poems "The Other Door," of which 43, were new poems for a total of 76-poems in total, by 1981. Between that year and 1988, he had written about 20-more new poems, or a few more, perhaps a little under 100-total, thereabouts; thus, making the Messiah, between number 69 and 74, thus I shall give the poem the number No: 68, it seems befitting. The author numbers his poems, as of March 26, 2015, he has written 4736-poems, so this is a very early poem, and now published for the third time in volumes of poetry.

The Messiah was originally published in the international volume of poetry "On the Threshold of a Dream," First Edition, 1988 (for the National Library of Poetry), and again in 2004, in the book "Sirens" on page 100. The Messiah also won two awards: 'Editor's Choice Award for 1988' and published in other anthologies as well. It was selected as one of the 135-best poems out of over 10,000 entries to be honored. It caused a stir at Calvary Baptist Church in 1988, Roseville, Minnesota. The poem is from a vision the author had in 1984, when its substance was written down in prose. The statements from one of the many baffled church members was: "How could anyone write such a poem!" And the poet answered, "By see it as it happened."