It is so unhappy.
It has been this way;
Long time, no end in sight.
And every day,
It just gets worse.
I tried to give;
Tried to make it happy.
Gave it kindness,
Gave it space.
Accepted it,
Helped it.
But it just gets worse.
I don't know it,
Won't know it.
Can't seem to reach it;
And every day it just gets worse.
Monday, February 23, 2009
"Freely" by Bobby Torpey
Just freely associating non-freedom,
Just freely believing unbelievers.
Just freely hating lovers,
Of the love;
Of the Lord;
Of the in love;
Of the unloved.
Hate love, love hating;
Hate hating, love loving;
Lover hating hate love loving;
Hater loved hated love making.
Just freely live;
Dying.
Just freely die;
Living.
Just freely associating,
Die livers living,
Or live dyers dying,
Or dead lived die
To live and die,
To love and to hate,
These are real in our hearts,
And nothing else.
Quiet offend, people alive;
Live lives, quiet dead.
And a great few lovers
Are haters of love, and lovers of hate.
Right to write,
Night to write in the moonlight;
Of the sky and the Heavens.
Right to non-right;
Non-right to light;
Of the darkness in the Earth;
And the Hell of suffering.
Mad Leroy in the moonlight.
Spewing of the guts;
Playing in the heart;
Laying out a deal;
Spying of the mind;
Betraying out the soul;
Dealing good for the evil.
Lover of the hater.
Joker of the stealer.
Liar of the truther.
Chooser of the beginner.
Hater of the lover.
Just freely believing unbelievers.
Just freely hating lovers,
Of the love;
Of the Lord;
Of the in love;
Of the unloved.
Hate love, love hating;
Hate hating, love loving;
Lover hating hate love loving;
Hater loved hated love making.
Just freely live;
Dying.
Just freely die;
Living.
Just freely associating,
Die livers living,
Or live dyers dying,
Or dead lived die
To live and die,
To love and to hate,
These are real in our hearts,
And nothing else.
Quiet offend, people alive;
Live lives, quiet dead.
And a great few lovers
Are haters of love, and lovers of hate.
Right to write,
Night to write in the moonlight;
Of the sky and the Heavens.
Right to non-right;
Non-right to light;
Of the darkness in the Earth;
And the Hell of suffering.
Mad Leroy in the moonlight.
Spewing of the guts;
Playing in the heart;
Laying out a deal;
Spying of the mind;
Betraying out the soul;
Dealing good for the evil.
Lover of the hater.
Joker of the stealer.
Liar of the truther.
Chooser of the beginner.
Hater of the lover.
"God's Song" By Bobby Torpey
The priestess in the chapel
And her trembling hands;
And her enchanted eyes;
And her enraptured soul;
And the sight of her weakened body
As it sank to the floor...
And the sight of stunned onlookers seeing
In their eyes, a victim;
But in her own eyes,
In her own soul,
Her being was drawn
To a more liberating vision;
it was the presence of the lord...
The law was never passed,
The sin was never committed,
But, somehow, all the Earth seems locked
In hatred's squalid Dance of Death.
No one was saved,
No one was found.
But our savior is already within us.
He dwealeth in silence;
Awaiting the sound.
He stayeth in secret;
Losing himself,
In order to be found.
He stays in the womb of our souls,
Awaiting the birth of our hearts...
And her trembling hands;
And her enchanted eyes;
And her enraptured soul;
And the sight of her weakened body
As it sank to the floor...
And the sight of stunned onlookers seeing
In their eyes, a victim;
But in her own eyes,
In her own soul,
Her being was drawn
To a more liberating vision;
it was the presence of the lord...
The law was never passed,
The sin was never committed,
But, somehow, all the Earth seems locked
In hatred's squalid Dance of Death.
No one was saved,
No one was found.
But our savior is already within us.
He dwealeth in silence;
Awaiting the sound.
He stayeth in secret;
Losing himself,
In order to be found.
He stays in the womb of our souls,
Awaiting the birth of our hearts...
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Laughter, By Bobby Torpey
"Doctor, my eyes cannot see the sky
Is this the price for having learned not to cry..."
~Jackson Browne~
Laughter is one of the first freedoms. So is crying.
The liberation and release borne on wings of expression.
Only through the free reign of emotion can we give birth to the human soul.
Only the emancipation of the heart can give rise to the myriad manifestation of human glory.
Children must be made to feel, to sense, to express, to touch and to revel.
In this climate, true life can begin.
In this climate of all that is wondrously human;
All art, all science, all games, all charity, all community
All family, all hope.
I only hope that i haven't unwittingly killed off my own feeling center....
This was written approximately 10 years ago as a first draft, and never expanded...
Keep Dreaming ;)
Is this the price for having learned not to cry..."
~Jackson Browne~
Laughter is one of the first freedoms. So is crying.
The liberation and release borne on wings of expression.
Only through the free reign of emotion can we give birth to the human soul.
Only the emancipation of the heart can give rise to the myriad manifestation of human glory.
Children must be made to feel, to sense, to express, to touch and to revel.
In this climate, true life can begin.
In this climate of all that is wondrously human;
All art, all science, all games, all charity, all community
All family, all hope.
I only hope that i haven't unwittingly killed off my own feeling center....
This was written approximately 10 years ago as a first draft, and never expanded...
Keep Dreaming ;)
Gone But Not Forgotton....
The next few blogs are a tribute to my brother-in-law, who has recently passed. His name is Robert Torpey. He passed away on February 5th 2009. He was only 46 years old. He died suddenly from a pulmonary embolism. It was very sudden, and unfortunately, there was nothing that would've been done for him.
This is a copy of the obituary which was published in the program for the funeral service...
Bobby, as we called him, was diagnosed with Autism and organic brain damage at a very early age, and around the age of eight, was struck by a car, which left him with a permanent limp, and emotionally traumatized.
But through his mother's belief, faith and vision for the future, and the inspiration of the family, he began to have the hope to build a life.
Two major contributions he made during his lifetime included a science fiction fan club he organized for the British TV show "Dr. Who", and his annual participation in the "Walk For The Cure", which supports the MS Foundation.
He built a career at a prominent law firm and later pursued an education in computer programming. After completing three years of college, he succeeded in building a career in computer programming and worked for the Department of Defense, along with other major organizations. Most recently, he started his own successful computer programming business, Brightfame Consulting.
Bobby leaves to mourn two brothers: William, and Thomas (his brother Michael passed away some time ago); three sisters-in-law: Dora, Ellen, and Jessica; and four nephews: Brian, Eric, Keith, and Jeffrey.
Lovingly Submitted,
The Family.....
One thing I never knew about Bobby was that he was aspiring to be a writer. I have found many of his writings. Considering the fact that he was Autistic, I think they are very well written.
This is why the next few entries to my blog are dedicated to him. I think the world should see what he wrote, and most of all see that just because society labels you in a certain manner, you can overcome it.
I guess the moral of the story is to not give up.
The first few writings will be posted within the next few days, for anyone who wishes to read them.
I am also in the process of designing a website, dedicated to his memory, in which his writings will also be posted, along with artwork I have done......
As always, Keep Dreaming............
This is a copy of the obituary which was published in the program for the funeral service...
Bobby, as we called him, was diagnosed with Autism and organic brain damage at a very early age, and around the age of eight, was struck by a car, which left him with a permanent limp, and emotionally traumatized.
But through his mother's belief, faith and vision for the future, and the inspiration of the family, he began to have the hope to build a life.
Two major contributions he made during his lifetime included a science fiction fan club he organized for the British TV show "Dr. Who", and his annual participation in the "Walk For The Cure", which supports the MS Foundation.
He built a career at a prominent law firm and later pursued an education in computer programming. After completing three years of college, he succeeded in building a career in computer programming and worked for the Department of Defense, along with other major organizations. Most recently, he started his own successful computer programming business, Brightfame Consulting.
Bobby leaves to mourn two brothers: William, and Thomas (his brother Michael passed away some time ago); three sisters-in-law: Dora, Ellen, and Jessica; and four nephews: Brian, Eric, Keith, and Jeffrey.
Lovingly Submitted,
The Family.....
One thing I never knew about Bobby was that he was aspiring to be a writer. I have found many of his writings. Considering the fact that he was Autistic, I think they are very well written.
This is why the next few entries to my blog are dedicated to him. I think the world should see what he wrote, and most of all see that just because society labels you in a certain manner, you can overcome it.
I guess the moral of the story is to not give up.
The first few writings will be posted within the next few days, for anyone who wishes to read them.
I am also in the process of designing a website, dedicated to his memory, in which his writings will also be posted, along with artwork I have done......
As always, Keep Dreaming............
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Sunday, January 25, 2009
The Souls of the Children
The face of today, the path of tomorrow
Our children will suffer for the ideas we follow.
We believe we are right, we are holy and just
We believe we must fight and fight we must
For our children are not our own
They are a product of self
They are given to the world
Not just put on a shelf
They are sacred and holy, our future fortold
But we ruin our future
For the lies that we've told
Change will come soon, for it has been seen
By the chosen few diciples, they will intervine
To make the soul whole and one living being
Consciousness is coming
It will erase all bad that has been.
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Sunday, October 26, 2008
free sample of eye cream
This has got to be one of the best treatments available, plus they are giving away a few free samples everyday!! Check it out. It's called Revitacil Wrinkle and Eye Cream.
Sample time starts at 10:00 am EST and they give away just so many everyday so if you get the message that sampling for the day is closed then just come back the next day. Also the site itself is very useful and informative. Give it a try and let me and them know what oyu think!!
Just in case the free sample link above doesn't work copy and paste this one
http://www.nutritionaltree.com/samples/sample-giveaway.aspx
Thanks!!
This has got to be one of the best treatments available, plus they are giving away a few free samples everyday!! Check it out. It's called Revitacil Wrinkle and Eye Cream.
Sample time starts at 10:00 am EST and they give away just so many everyday so if you get the message that sampling for the day is closed then just come back the next day. Also the site itself is very useful and informative. Give it a try and let me and them know what oyu think!!
Just in case the free sample link above doesn't work copy and paste this one
http://www.nutritionaltree.com/samples/sample-giveaway.aspx
Thanks!!
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