The Tide That Binds


The tide that binds hasn’t always had its place. How souls must be lost in a mesh of forsaken words or unable to turn a page? The backlash of another where it didn’t have its place told tales of a thousand words in oblivious attempts to hinder the suffering of their own souls. A thousand words too many came from a forsaken place or unable to turn a page.

Words warrant to another didn’t have its place. Countless times in the ruins of chaos, the mighty tongue of another sliced at the hearts of others unable to turn a page while it battled to find its place.

Chaos at its best becomes words of many; ten folds too many so to speak. Turning a page with the mass of many becomes the ultimate destruction that turns tides into withered storms. The backlash of a storm at its best becomes a category 5; a chaotic rumpus turns nights into days. How do words that carry no merit among tides wither away to a forsaken place?

The backlash of ten folds continues on while the tide binds in a chaotic mesh. Back and forth the words of haste continue barreling down at another. Over and over words began to stumble over one another. Fumble back and forth; stamping on everything in its path.

Rampage carries on, cursing back and forth to any forsaken ear that would quiet ones mind. Mass destruction at its best will cycle any which way it can go. Chaos at its best will continue slamming a book shut and unable to turn a page.

A fierce haste in the eyes of another is damaging at its best. Pacing back and forth, slamming doors till ears burst!! Foul a mood with their vigilante ways, slam a book shut; slam a door any which way it will go. The fury blood of another condemns hatred of another.

How long must rage carry on till the voice of another is truly heard? The sorrows of a poor soul withers away with haste may condemn their own soul. Falling silent behind every door slammed; slamming a book shut or tears a page. Souls that are damned in a fiery rage cannot soothe their own souls. One can slam a thousand doors or burn a book to prevent it from turning a page and still not be heard from the racing mind within.

The mind of a chaotic rumpus is a silent destruction and unable to voice its troubled soul or turn a page. A mind that races with time unable to neither slow itself down, nor can it quiet itself till the soul truly understands itself.

The rage; those cycles may be repetitive at its best, turning a page may have falling still at its best. The rage within while slamming doors cannot be heard. One can slam ten thousand doors and still not be heard. Walk a plank or pace back and forth only to ravage the tide at its best. Throw a thousand loose pages from a book into the tide that binds and still fall silent, unable to be heard.

The chaotic ruins within can only reflect from the view of one’s own eyes. The heart falls silent from emotions stirring up inside.

Copyright © 2014 by Marsha Beede

The Tide That Binds


The tide that binds hasn’t always had its place. How many souls must be lost in a mesh of forsaken words or unable to turn a page? The backlash of others where it didn’t have its place told tales of a thousand words in oblivious attempts to hinder the suffering of their own souls. A thousand words too many came from a forsaken place or unable to turn a page.

Words warrant to another didn’t have its place. Countless times in the ruins of chaos, the mighty tongue of another sliced at the hearts of others unable to turn a page while souls of others battled to find its place.

Chaos at its best becomes words of many. Ten folds too many words so to speak. Turning a page with the mass of many becomes the ultimate destruction that turns tides into withered storms. The backlash of a storm at its best becomes a category 5 and a chaotic rumpus turns nights into days. How do words that carry no merit among  tides wither away to a forsaken place?

A backlash of ten folds continues to carry on at its best while the tide finds comfort in a chaotic mesh at its best. Back and forth the words of haste continue barreling down at another. Over and over words began to stumble over one another. Fumble back and forth; stamping on everything in its path.

Rampage carries on, cursing back and forth to any forsaken ear that would quiet ones mind. Mass destruction at its best will cycle any which way it can go. Chaos at its best will continue slamming a book shut and unable to turn a page.

A fierce haste in the eyes of another is damaging at its best. Pacing back and forth, slamming doors till ears burst!! Foul a mood with their vigilante ways. Slam a book shut or slam a door any which way it will go. The fury blood of another condemns hatred of others. How long must rage carry on till the voice of another is truly heard?

Poor souls who wither away with haste condemn their own souls. Falling silent behind every door slammed; slamming a book shut or tears a page. Souls that are damned in a fiery rage cannot soothe their own souls. One can slam a thousand doors or burn a book to prevent it from turning a page and still not be heard from within.

The mind of a chaotic rumpus is a silent destruction and unable to voice its troubled soul or turn a page. A mind that races with time unable to neither slow itself down, nor can it quiet itself till the soul truly understands itself.

The rage; those cycles may be repetitive at its best. Turning a page may have falling still at its best. The rage within one while slamming doors cannot be heard. One can slam ten thousand doors and still not be heard. Walk a plank or pace back and forth only to ravage the tide at its best. Throw a thousand loose pages from a book into the tide that binds and still fall silent, unable to be heard.

The chaotic ruins within can only reflect from the view of one’s own eyes. The heart falls silent from emotions stirring up inside.

To slam one door at its best won’t quiet a withering soul….

Copyright © 2014 by Marsha Beede

All Rights Reserved.

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When it rains



When it rains it sometimes pours…

If it were raindrops falling on my head I’d find my friend, my companion, my greatest strength near.

If the rain were steady and thunder cast lightning I’d hear her voice whisper subtle in my ear saying “this too shall pass.”  

Days of thunder can appear with such madness. Whereas she can be found near with such comfort of warm gentle hands, a hug to keep the storms formation from clouds of despair.

Perhaps God’s will silenced the withering storm as it unsurpassed the pastures left behind unscathed. The storm that could have flooded the earth surrenders to the sound of harmony under a willow tree from afar.

It is there she sat under this old willow tree looking up into the sky as the clouds lifted. The glimmer of sun shines through the scattered clouds as the storm settled embarked onto another journey.

It is there under this willow tree she rested, waiting, anticipating my arrival from afar left undone, dry in the musk left behind.

 

I walked this distance from afar and sat next to her with my head leaned into her shoulder. I closed my eyes as she placed her hand gently on mine and said “the storm has passed yet another day.”

MB

 

Marsha Beede

“If We Agree, Then Why Are We Arguing?”


If we agree, then why are we arguing?

Locked in different brain patterns of thinking can cause quite a headache if not conscientiously aware enough to stop it in its tracks…

This article will illustrate examples of common functions in communication errors that we sometimes overlook. Communication can cause a lot of misfortune, misunderstandings that sometimes were never there to begin with.

Why should 2+2=4 more so than 1+3?

There is no burden of truth nor a right or wrong answer.

This might seem pretty simple right?

Cars and communication can carry some very similar factors. Your car may be making some strange noises, rattling or perhaps guzzling gas and you’re wondering what to do? Do you sit with these strange noises? Let it keep rattling till it drives you crazy. Perhaps the gas is burning more than it should and it becomes rather bothersome.

Communication in relationships can be very similar to cars. Now you’re probably thinking “what on earth are you talking about?” Maybe one might be intrigued by this scenario and as I continue as not all things appear the same.

Countless times I’ve found myself arguing over something we agree upon but then get hung up on communication barriers, saying the same thing but five different ways.

Catching these moments where communication shouldn’t seem so difficult can be harder than it may seem when you come upon someone whom may not have the same thinking pattern.

Our thought process are unique to our own individuality…

I often reference the word “Brain lock” in my writing because this is what our brains do at times. This doesn’t reflect right nor wrong, it doesn’t reflect intelligence, nor a person’s character. Simply said is we are all a reflection to ourselves, how we perceive things in life, thought patterns that may justify who we are. Our brain chemistry are hardwire in such divine ways that no thought pattern is the same, only similarities carry common factors.

Neurotransmitters in our bodies have always been intriguing because even the slightest change in a person’s diet can send one into a tailspin when it comes to changes in mood and our bodies. We carry more neurotransmitters in our stomach, our digestive track than we do in our brains. Our bodies communicate on various levels from head to toe. Just as a car needs fuel, our bodies carry that same factor.

One could have the slightest snarling pain to cause one to become distracted and lose focus. Perhaps a loved one lives with chronic pain because this too may displace communication. Communication is essential to our everyday lives. How we utilize our communication skills matters significantly.

I once had the opportunity to sit at a concert next to a woman who had late onset Alzheimer’s and appeared to be unable to communicate. However, something caught my eye and helped me to realize not all things appear to be as what it might seem. There she rested next to me with her feet bobbin to the beat of the song the band was playing.

There are many ways to illustrate communication far and in between…

Relationships take time, patience and effort beyond basic understanding. Communication isn’t bias nor a rebound of endless equations that sometimes get us stuck on 2+2 or however 4 may come about. We are all built on a foundation that requires communication on various levels. No stone can be unturned without willingness to try. To create a deeper understanding we need to move beyond what we know, find a way to set aside what we know and be willing to listen, ask questions and keep asking until something we hear, feel or notice changes how we see things

One day I decided to run errands and stopped in a Wal-Mart to pick up a few things. While I was shopping I noticed a woman struggling, going up and down an aisle looking at all the hygiene products. I truly felt her emotions from a short distance as I began to walk down the aisle passing on by. However she tapped me on my shoulder from behind. I turned to see what she may have wanted but soon noticed she didn’t speak English. I stood there as she made gestures in ways to communicate.

Communication can be the most daring of truth…

I knew her pain from having a lifetime of communication barriers. Living with a profound hearing loss requires modifying how I communicate with others. We worked through our communication barriers with a lot of hand gestures, taking items on and off the shelves that day. She left with a better understanding of products without the use of verbal communication.

Unlocking the use of our brains can sometimes becomes an habitual state of being, a mode we become accustom to driving on automatic pilot; a comfort zone beyond reasoning, rationalizing and often overlooked. One where at times these patterns can wreak havoc in our everyday lives without a second guess as to why things appear to stay the same.

Just as cars can become unmanageable, mimic different reasoning’s as we begin to explore the idea of how complex the problem might be. Your car may be making some strange noises, rattling or perhaps guzzling gas and you’re wondering what to do? Do you sit with these strange noises? Let it keep rattling till it drives you crazy. Perhaps the gas is burning more than it should and it becomes rather bothersome. We begin to ponder, become fixated, annoyed and agonized with endless or clueless understandings, beyond recognizing what might become reality.

Now imagine this car is someone significant in your life….

This is your brain working overtime…

The car is a metaphor…

Or maybe one might still be pondering?…

Whereas there is nothing more divine than communication in itself…

 

MB

“Gator”


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I know this guy in a truck name “Gator”.

He drives by often while I’m waiting for bus #9…

I could walk down the street, maybe even pass Gator by.

Without a doubt, I could at least try …

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Here comes gator with a grin on his face!

Gazing down at me as he saw me walking towards #9 bus stop.

Gator tossed a dime near me just as he passed me by.

Ten times the amount of  penny thoughts he had given me.

Bold as can be gator pulled over and had me on his mind.

Countless times as he spoke I gained insight though his eyes.

Most often when I was waiting for,

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He counted down the glory every single time!

How many dimes did he toss, I couldn’t begin to count?

One thing for sure, I could have bought a car with all those dimes!

Why didn’t I save those dimes, instead they junked my car! 

Those dimes gator tossed, I tripped over them every single time!

I think someone else bought a new car with gators dimes!!

Instead of picking up those dimes,
I kept walking on by… 

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Once again Gator saw me waiting for bus #9.

He pulled over next to me and said “now listen”.

He tossed another dime with a flick from his fingers.

I tilted my head high and watched that dime go right on by.

Gator didn’t waste time telling me what was on his mind.

I finally realized why he tossed all those dimes.

Those dimes gator tossed shined with much insight.

With a grin on his face, he knew it every single time. 

I said to Gator “Bro, I get it!”

I’m gonna write a note on that bus #9
sign,

Stating…

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With a grin on my face, I got into Gators truck while shaking my head back-and-forth. 

He said to me,”Let’s get out of here where the road leads elsewhere…”

Copyright © (2013) By Marsha Beede
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“The Rarest Of Truths”


Source: “The Rarest Of Truths”

“Dear Unforeseen Circumstances,”


Dear Unforeseen Circumstances,

Life can create such difficulties and barriers…

When one can find a place within to allow yourself to embrace life by allowing feelings and emotions to wash away as it whisper’s to you in such divine ways…

Giving yourself a greater strength and courage to allow one to realize that everything else in between simply won’t matter…

We can’t change somethings in life when they are beyond ones control, nor can you change others, the past or future predicaments…

Allow yourself to step back and breath, don’t carry so much heartache, pain and place so much duress on one’s soul within circumstances beyond ones control…

Be grateful for what is; not what could have been, nor ponder on worries about things that haven’t happened…

Leave ones troubled heart to a source greater than yourself and put it to rest…

Life can create such divine interventions when you need it most, even in times when one may not realize it until it has already been placed in ones frontal plain view…

It’s OK to say “today isn’t a good day for me.We are given a greater gift to wake upon a new day and start once again.

 Great Quote:

“Good things happen from time-to-time; Great things happen all at once…”

 Sincerely,

Life

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