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There goes the Leading Lady Gardener.
A really strong and beautiful woman she is who understands the value of life's experiences, and uses it as manure for a richer land.

There goes the truly wise Lady Gardeners; greatly discerning are those who join in carefully selecting what they let grow on their mind, and those who never fail to draw their energy from the One True Source.

Can you see what they leave in their wake?
Exotic flowers blooming in their full glory, Choice wine from their succulent and tender grapes.
Little wonder life is getting more colorful, and the earth more tasteful.

And why would you, Daughter of Eve fail to fulfill purpose?
The Eden in your heart is too fruitful to let it lie fallow.
Join the great army of daring Gardeners, who do not only believe in the potentials their tiny seeds have, but are also courageous enough to stretch their heart in anticipation of gigantic trees.

Don't be afraid to be the delightsome land you are; for you have indeed been exquisitely fashioned to flourish.

Tears pour down my face as I watch yet another Vampire tear deep into the woman's skin with its dreadful fangs.
Why does she have to endure so much pain? I ask myself.
Three times in a row, she has been attacked by these creatures.
What has she done to deserve all this?
And why, for God's sake is she not fighting back?
Is she really that helpless and powerless?

As the vampire turns her face toward the camera
I realize I know the woman
As a matter of fact
I have seen her in other films.
And in each of those films
she was always a victim of something.
When it wasn’t rape, it was air crashes, loss, betrayal, accidents etc.
she never became one of those heroines who triumphed after so many setbacks and obstacles:
After having suffered a lot of defeat

Already, I know how this film will end.
This woman will do nothing to fight back.
The vampire will eat her up,
and then proceed to destroy the family she desperately wants to protect.

What is the point in watching the movie when I know how it will end?
I take the remote to change the channel,
but find out I can’t.
I feel my heart skip.
Who is this woman?
This is not just another actress who gets to play one of the victims in the small budget movies,
this woman looks painfully familiar.
She looks like me.

Another realization dawned.
This woman is me.
And my mind is the TV Screen.
It is all in my imagination.
I am the victim,
Always a victim in whatever picture (or movie) I paint or play in my mind:
Always the one who bears the brunt of misfortunes?
But never the winner
I shiver in fear as I realize that these movies in my mind influence,
what eventually happens in my life

Oh my God.
What have I been doing to myself?
I ask in panic.
How did I ever get addicted to these movies (evil imaginations)?
Do I really have any power over whatever happens to me?
Or does my fate actually lie in the hands of whatever vampire I imagine?
Must the Vampire of Fear, Ridicule and Criticism always
stop me from pursuing my dreams?

No Way! Not at all!
This doesn’t have to happen. I decide, as I give the vampire a dirty slap.
I must win in life
and if I have to first fight the demons that stop me from winning in my thought life,
and then I have to give it all it takes.
The Vampire reaches for my hair,
But I remain undaunted
Matching my cold stare
With his blazing gaze.

Am I going to win?
Yes, I may fall a dozen times,
But I will win all the same.
I will never give in without a fight.
I don’t have to be a victim
when I can be a heroine
why must I play a non significant role in a low budget movie?
When I can always play the leading role in the big pictures?

My mind is the stage, afterall
and to a large extent,
I can choose who directs it.
The Almighty or the evil genius
I can write my scripts
and choose my co actors and actresses.
I know Life may impose some on me,
But whatever power I have
I will use it to influence how the film ends.

I resolve not to leave my fate to chance
but to always put in my best effort
for every time the vampire hits me,
I rise seven times.
And each time I fall,
I fail forward.

In as much as my mind is the stage,
Then I must do all within my power
To make my life a good picture
One worthy of many Oscars and academy awards.


Yes, I say to myself
with a winning smile on my face
Happy that this time
I have willed
my thought and imagination to cooperate with the reality I so desire

Always had it somewhere in my mind
That I didn’t measure up
But in the instant his lips met mine
And everything I could be
In that moment I saw

A more alluring vision
One that lingers still
Igniting passion so strong
So sweet, my head spins

HAVE YOU SEEN THE NIGERIAN LovePeddler?
SHE SPREADS LIES FASTER THAN SHE SPREADS HER LEG
WITH BELLY LIKE A BAG OF WORMS
AND CUNT LIKE A GROUND FOR DOGS
BUT GOD SENDS HIS LOVE

SHE SPREAD RUMORS
AND NASTY JOBS
WITH MORE BALLS IN HER MOUTH
THAN A FIELD CAN TAKE

SHE HAD A YARD SALE
AND GOT SCORNED
THEN GATHERED CORPSES
AND HAD VULTURES SPREAD AROUND

SO NOW SHE LOOKS IN THE MIRROR
AND FINDS ONLY BLOOD
BUT THEN SHE DOESN'T EXIST
FOR HELL HAS CUM OVER HER WITH ALL ITS STINGS

HAVE YOU SEEN THE NIGERIAN LovePeddler?
SHE SPREADS LIES FASTER THAN SHE SPREADS HER LEG
WITH BELLY LIKE A BAG OF WORMS
AND CUNT LIKE A GROUND FOR DOGS
BUT GOD SENDS HIS LOVE

SHE SPREAD RUMORS
AND NASTY JOBS
WITH MORE BALLS IN HER MOUTH
THAN A FIELD CAN TAKE

SHE HAD A YARD SALE
AND GOT SCORNED
THEN GATHERED CORPSES
AND HAD VULTURES SPREAD AROUND

SO NOW SHE LOOKS IN THE MIRROR
AND FINDS ONLY BLOOD
BUT THEN SHE DOESN'T EXIST
FOR HELL HAS CUM OVER HER WITH ALL ITS STINGS

There once was a boy named tom
He loved having toys
But never had one

There once was a girl named suzy
She loved having shoes
But never had one

One day they both got a gift
Suzy got her shoes
And tom his education

Judy's shoes wore off
But tom's mind grew


Later he built his toy factory
and for a pitiful income suzy came to work

MY pen is set on the dance stage
With its gear intact
I have no idea what the song is about
Even as it begins to make patterns on the dance floor
I can feel the rythm
I know there is a message for you
in there, somehow
I feel a song coming
And I know its a good one
as my pen gives its all with tears in its eyes
oh finally
I see the meaning
right in your eyes
as your countenance brightens
and your spirit soars
Because all along
Your heart has been the dance floor of my pen
The white stage where the beautiful pattern is made