Dear Mr. Rappers and Mr. Comedians

"Hyenas On The Prowl"

The names you label me as while using me to satisfy your lust and to make money is very disrespectful of me, your wife, mother, and daughters, including your sons.

A Whore survives by lying on her Back, a Bitch survives by relying on her Mind, and a Cunt has low self-esteem and lives in denial of whether she is a Whore or a Bitch, while using the power of both.

At any given point, as a woman raising a house full of children alone, I have been all three without shame. I learned how to play the game, and survival is the key to anything related to life, especially when a sorry-ass man drops babies and runs!

But allow me to school your ass, and the color of your skin doesn’t matter. You and your fathers are Whores. Your mother was Bitches, and those curly hair Cunts allowed you to screw them to free you of your freedom and material wealth.

Listen, if you want to rap or tell jokes about something, rap about your ignorance and failure to care for your family, or teach your sons how to become respectful men and dependable fathers!

I am Womb-Man, I gave birth to your sorry ass, and the path you have chosen, I will be at your funeral long before you are at mines.

Sincerely,

A Bitch!

© ljm 08/27/2024

Why Was Human Being Created

Everything I do, I do at the behest of God, which is the will of God. I do nothing that God does not want me to do.

I live because it is God's will. I breathe because God's breath is within my body. I walk because God commands me to walk. I talk because God commands me to speak. There is nothing I do that God does not will me to do, for I am the will of God; thus, every movement and every action is the will of God in motion.

As I think these things and speak them into existence, it is because God wills me to do so that I may be consciously aware of God's presence within me. Knowing this and being mindful of this at this moment means that I am consciously one with God.

A teacher can only teach but can't force a student to learn. There are many ways to get to one location.

Can you imagine an Entity so powerful, the only one of its kind, and it is all alone? From your perspective, can you imagine the loneliness of that Entity with all that power able to do anything and everything, and it's by itself?

If you can imagine this from your perspective, you see God or the Entity that we call God for the first time in your existence.

Think about it. Look at the so-called rich people with all that wealth; they can buy anything on this Earth that they desire, and from my experience and observation, even from their voice, they are some of the loneliest people in the world.

I've been lonely before, and it is overwhelming.

Imagine God with all that power, the only being of its kind, all alone. An idea came to mind, and in an instant, God found a way to appease the loneliness. God created minor Entities to express itself, even if it had to lie to itself and say that they were not God. God created the illusion of itself to save itself from loneliness; how simple is that?

Think about the so-called rich people with all that wealth; some have children, some are barren. They amass unbelievable wealth in our world, and they try to appease their loneliness; some by giving and others by destroying, but they are God too, just like me, and just like you.

If you can't follow this line of thought, don't let it worry you, don't let it bother you, and don't try to judge me and tell me I don't know what I'm talking about unless you can prove to me that I don't know what I'm talking about. 

To feel God's presence within my body, heart, and Soul, I must be still and know I AM God. I, this human personality, was created by God to be of use to God, to become --- its Higher Self, to be Conscious of God.

There are many ways to get to one location, but only one location, and that location is within oneself: God.

My human personality is called Linda Jone Malonson; I am the Soul of this human personality. I am the elusive Nobody, that's everybody, and I believe in everything and nothing. I know there is an Entity that controls everything and nothing, and I am that Entity, and so are you. I am; We are God!

© ljm 07/01/2008-08/14/2024

By-Ways

I AM is I

I took a dream and made it a reality for your human personality, but it's all an illusion, a test to express ME on Earth's conditions that I created.

As it is in Heaven, so shall it be on Earth.

There is no Death, and there is no Birth. There just IS! Desire is the agent fulfilling My Will. Desire creates all illusions. I created Desire!

I Am that I AM.

I AM God, Yahweh, Buddha, or whatever word you choose. You can't lose because I AM all there is.

YOU are ME; I AM YOU. WE are each other; WE are I AM.

I am shooting the guns.

I am taking the Bullets.

I am what you see when you look in the mirror; YOU see ME!

I am the tears in your eyes;

I am the lips curling into smiles;

I am the adult; I am the child.

I am all Persons, Places, and Things. Whatever your eyes see, I am everything, and you are ME!

So, when you hurt or judge others, you are hurting and judging yourself; WE are ONE, and even if this is an illusion, it's real to your human personality because Earth is our CURRENT reality until we evolve.

I am that I am You are I am!

© ljm a.k.a. Amias 07/19/2024 

A Momentary Stirring Of Air

"We live in a polyester world; not much cotton and artificial materials can't soak up the sweat upon our brows."

I taught my children their worth long before they ventured out into the world of men. Based on my calculation, if they allowed someone else to devalue them, it was because they desired it, regardless of their worth to me.

Now, should I judge them for their decisions? I think not because everyone has the right to decide who they think they are and desire to be. Who am I to put a worth on them, like they are products to be sold to the highest bidder? No one can value one's quality except themselves.

I taught my children that polyester might look smooth and wear well, but if it hangs on your body briefly, even the thinnest material in winter will make you funky. So, I introduced them to cotton and white towels to teach them how to breathe, even when the air is crisp. No dye was necessary, as their beautiful skin tones complimented the white cotton.

Now that I am old, to live a happy ending, I recall the teachings of my youth; how to breathe.

© ljm 9/8/2015 

Eternity

the artists speak
a secret language
raw, no holding back
revealing the soul
fulfilling lacks
creations explode
like an atomic bomb
against waning light
their eyes are bright
like a child’s discovery ---
--- of daylight
 
and the dance begins ---
the body is aging mind is young
spending days running through
elusive lily fields a sweet brew
dancing with wild sunflowers
coloring them at odd hours
flowing untamed imagination
bathed in darkness-encircled light
nothing wrong; everything right
--- there are no ends
 
the artists creating
eternal life on a canvas
painting pictures
from within the mind
stealing eons of time
and life lives on
when artistes speak
their native tongues
tender, uncooked
revealing the soul ---
--- a fresh, abiding look
 
© ljm 02/03/2024

The Silence of Creation

Life speaks ---
--- the universe dance
the magic of creation
a magnificent trance
life flowing liquid
doesn't make a sound
silent formations
a heavenly crown
 
Wandering in the valleys
of the hidden dead
nature masks are shred
misconceptions of one
can influence many
what looks like a few ---
--- can be plenty
within wombs of darkness
eternally linked chains
rebirth of past skeletons
revive in living springs
is a sight so sublime
it doesn't have a name
 
Careful how you weave
through dark vortexes ---
--- of your mind
It's easy to be deceived
by erotic snakes of time
making it hard to distinguish
between sleep or awake
these demons don't give
all they do is take
 
Let the spirit of genesis 
guide you through
the springs of truth
that bleed inside creation's
mesmerizing land
where the seed of life lies ---
--- and gods take wives
 
© ljm 02/27/2024

Familiar Galleries

Constantly alone
she was overjoyed
invited to a sister’s home
to be part of a circle
enjoying reciprocity
she couldn’t lose
because we choose
our way—a balance
 
When a discrepancy arose
like a light on her face
she looked the other way
happy to be there ---
--- she didn’t care
wishing to be a part of
a unified fellowship
that she could trust
she made no fuss
the promises of inclusion
into the light ---
--- was pure ecstasy
a wonderful delight
 
Slowly making her way
a sense of deja vu
meets her at the door
had she been in these caves before
enticed by something new
to sink her talents into
a promise that her unique gift
would not be misused
thanking her host
she pushed away the ghost ---
--- of yesteryears
and like a Black rose
her colorful petals unfold
revealing heart and soul
for others to behold
 
Then, other disparities arose
instead of something new
she received something old
placing her back ---
--- on a lonely country road
boxed into a darkness
that hurt her heart and soul
disappointed when told
the rules of communication
with the whole was the price
she had to pay to stay
 
Regrettably, she discovers
inside this wall of caves
was just cells built for slaves
her surprise was their disguise
as doors to solidarity
in the end, she surmised
balloons filled with air
no matter where or color
will eventually burst
this betrayal she suffered ---
--- was not the first
 
Like the elusive land snail
she quietly crawled back
into her dark shell  ---
--- alone but happily
being herself
 
© ljm 02/26/2024