INIQUITOUS

INIQUITOUS
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by Connie Scruton
July 7, 2009

A dark Evil descends slithering from beneath the hallowed grounds, surfaced as a snake with forked tongue.

The insular pinhead, devoid of soul, drips its delusive secretion upon the like-minded weakness of other‘s who will crawl upon their belly for a crumb that may be tossed in exchange for their allegiance.

The iniquitousness of a birdbrain will tear down all that was good and sainted, deeming the creators as worthless; a glorified hell is crafted to destroy any goodness that might have remained intact.

Snatch and grasp by seizing what is not of one’s own. Barricading self within a locked enclosure of chain, as a pool of blood sucked from death is viewed as a triumph. This Evil remains in a state of insatiability odium.

Us from the light are sheltered from the deleterious Evil emits. We know it to be forged control that will not prevail.

True power is in knowledge and knowing, in truth and in honor, giving and sharing, and in loving. This is everlasting as the perpetual light we come from.

In time, us of the light will observe the return of humanity after the black cloaks with wide-brim hat shadows eradicate evil from its perch.

Aruba

I just returned from Aruba. I am in love with that place!! I went just in time too because my passport was getting ready to expire. This was the first stamp in that passport so I was pretty excited!!!

It was hot that was for sure. However, if you stay in the shade under a hut on the beach and with the breeze you will be comfy enough until you go into to swim, which will cool you down further. The water is shallow for a long ways out, and warm, you won't want to get out. The color is greenish mixed with the blue water. It is amazing!

The Subject of Life

I always knew life wasn’t easy.

But I honestly thought that….in time, it would become easier. Better. More.

That was my first memory I had on the subject, before I even understood what a subject was. I was so young, too young to be thinking of such things. Yet, there I was. Then at age ten, I grew excited because as I looked around at people I just felt if I had to struggle, at least by the age of 50, or there about, that was when the better life would start to come together. It began as a thought and turned into a goal. All I had to do as the days passed so harshly was to keep right on working for it would lead me toward that better life with each passing year.

I don’t know why I had came to that conclusion at such a young age but it kept a goal alive for me to strive for. I never lost sight of that. It kept me going during the worst of times. I just knew…my day would come.

50 came and went. I told myself, there is no time schedule, per see. Then, 51, 52, 53…………..
…………I guess I am a dreamer.

I suppose….in a small way….it came true. One of the happiest years of my life was when I turned 50. I had hit the prime of my life. I was younger than I ever had been before. I was soaring in euphoria of my own making.

And, as each year passed after that with both up’s and down’s…….I came down out of the clouds for the most part. Well, maybe one foot pointed toward the ground these days.

Even a Dreamer needs to find a base to build from.

The Day is Dawning

The night is welcoming with its peace and silence. It is the best part of a day. There are no outside sources demanding my attention. My mind is clear and free to wander from this moment to the next or slip into a memory.

Memories can be difficult. They can bring a tear for yearning what was or a tear for what you wish you could forget.

Mostly the night’s darkness gives way to light your future. This is where my thoughts usually lay. Wondering how to get from here….to there.

Can I change my course? Does destiny wait for me to find my path? There are so many paths, why am I unsure which is the right path for me? If I make a mistake, if I choose wrong, can I turn around and backtrack? Why isn’t the way lit so I would know for sure? Why is there so much uncertainty in life?

I swore as a child that I would never again ask ‘why’. It is fruitless to ask. There are no answers to be heard. The only answer is within you, how you come to terms with whatever the situation is. It is what it is.

So as the night moments begin to disappear and the light of day just begin to filter in I know that the sounds of life will soon be heard. The silence will be broken as the birds chirp, softly in the distance at first, until others wake and join the chatter. Car engines will roar or a dog will bark, and the sound of a school bus making its stops all will assure me that another day is upon us.

I have survived another night and have been granted a new day. A new day with a clean slate. Mine to fill.