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I want to share the hope and the good news that all things can be overcome with God.

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Always be kind and remember Karma will come on your word and deed what you give will be returned! God is real and I need to put this on every heart!!! Thankyou

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Books are the windows to the world every thought, every theory can be found in a book. I am a writer and I enjoy the play of words and how much power words can convey when done eloquently. I hope you enjoy your visit to my blog and return with a smile and a happy heart. You will meet me through my interests my teddy bears and my choices of songs. love from oz and louisa.

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I believe in kindness and womens rights which are human rights I love men I dont hate and I try not to judge. My poetry is straight from my emotions I dont sensor my voice it flows and I write it. I am christian but I believe in everything and nothing.

Slight of hand

Condemnation and guilt of women

Hammer that nail in

Let it be done ,negation

In the east men have no rules

In the west women have no rules

Either place women are murdered

Society fear of women

Expectation women conform while men deceive

Mental stimulation

What a great sensation

No contact manipulation

Intention special education

Examination to ascend the exulted

Pious mischief with hypothesis

Know your place unworthy soul

louisa

Relax , meditate, peace and love

poetry

The morning star is the impossible dream

To achieve a hearts desire to find answers to a souls quest

To see love come into the world instead of chaos and war

Humans are ever torn by emotions out of control

Impoverishment ,greed in all aspects envy

Sad redemptive spirits circle the globe to adhere some new belief

All for personal gain magicians of avarice creators of accumulation

Governance for the people becomes a microcosmic web of corruption

Where is the love god send us Kings of determination who rule for the people

God save the King

Louisa

To be grateful and gracious is to be magic

Poetry is the heart the soul crying out and it transcends the mind though the words are cerebral .

The beauty of a face may fade and the mind can dissipate but what stays are the words written and the lingering magic there in.

What puts hate into a heart? Prayer is the medicine and I will pray angels keep you loved.

To this end write and read but above all things love yourself.

Louisa

The words I would have you focus on are these Run to the rescue with Love then reread the the band of souls and realize how lucky you actually are to have devoted fans but mainly devoted brothers and family.. Treat yourself with love and kindness and move on dont get stuck in the past. Move forward with pride in all you are!

A band of souls

Its a new day come, come and hold on its a new day we begin again and rehearsals have begun . Each soul has a color and the mirrors on the sand reflects each heart upon the other set like a maze as a octagon of congruent angles caught in a vision of the self. A most heartened view of kind and good faces moved to protect another mirrored image against the foe of evil intent. Defiance sends loving thoughts without surrender without malice for each has played their part. Heartened as the play ends and the curtain comes down the applause is resounding and surrounding each other kind soul. Now do smile and chat of the happy outcomes and the performance of a well written script and the accolades for each player be talked of in deep conversations and discussions of the karmic plots most noted and amazing kisses and handshakes as farewells are said at the theatre exits. A fine play and the players most brilliant and handsome. Such a depth such a honest play beyond beautiful it touches the feeling and transcends the emotion

louisa

No time baby ,im on borrowed time ,come give me your time, I wants you I sees you ,can I please have you ,its only a little time. I dont want to buy the book only borrow it for a time..lol you excite me just your eyes your look come baby give me some time.

One of my favorite balladeers poetry in every word plus a beautiful heart james Blunt

A ripple in a pond is all I am and a speck in space ,we drift through life never seeing our truth that we really dont matter we inflate our worth but there are always people wanting to pull us down and never lift us up. I have learnt so much and all of it is about domination and very little else a sad indication of our real worth in the cosmos. Above all be calm and see the world as beautiful and ignore the noise.

A Happy day

I have been far to down in mood and in circumstance

Let us think of wine and cheese with sunny days

Wine and sun do intoxicate faster than desired

Before one knows one is laughing histerically

Confused and in a spin ,then hungry and then sleepy

What about the beer goggles when even the ugly look good haha

Oh plays and theatre with jollity and care

Cold nights on dark streets feet bare with friends

Let us remember all the fun on the run

louisa

Heart

Of  knights so bold and brave

To  win a lady’s heart in a single glance

Dark eyes and warm soul

A smile of kindness with shy intent

His countenance regal and kingly

Austere I watched him in white

His every move enticing

Roses in my garden with solitude my companion

Rainbows in heaven

Roses all around Oh blessed love

yellow for the sun and red for my blood

The fading light gives breath to the moon

Oh Blessed moon that hangs in silver  above the earth

A kingly man  passes across my mind and lingers there

I wished all well on the north winds of time

I wished you all well on a witches spell

I wished you well

Louisa

Angel intervention

Instigation and negation

Compromise not withstanding

I lost my heart lost the key

Now locked solid rusted with time

Forgotten passion

First responder make the call

Time 1am life ceased

Sign the certificate and put it on ice

The end

look up to the lord

Love what’s it worth absolutely nothing

Passion never happens just cold embraces

It is to be of sound mind and happy heart without touch

The search has taken on a quest for spiritual idealism

love in a much larger view

lets seek out the hope of better days

Of days living in the light of God

Love yourself and God will love you

louisa

Your step

No more do I follow your step

Dont ask what Im doing

Dont make me jealous

Dont look in my direction

Life is a gift ,love is a gift

Live in the moment

louisa

The Rose

Upon  the  grave  I wept

The perfume  of  the rose has  gone

Across time I  travelled for love

A dream or a nightmare

Ever lasting love of the undead

A  reincarnation  in a world  of  possibilities

Thinking is the blue print

Real or imagined

Love makes life possible

The gift

Knowing the gift

Seeing the gift

Rebuking the gift

Silence rebuilds

Love was the gift

I’ll always remember you

Louisa

History

The sad thing or happy thing is you cannot put an old head on young shoulders that is to say children learn only what they are told. As we grow we form our own limited opinions and go through realizations that allow us to see our own reality. Someone born in 1960 passes on the morality of 1960 to a child born in 1980 and there by every person has to grow and find that new reality for their own existence and then the cycle again is passed on always from an out dated view. We wake from our illusions with time and then we have to adjust to our new or our own vision leaving behind what is not needed in the present. However some become stuck in yesterdays ideas and yesterdays indoctrinated theory which hinders in the renewal process while attempting to keep a societal equilibrium. History is integral to any study history of the person and the times and ideas that influenced the outcomes. The proper response to any study is to approach it from an empirical direction and and objective stance because you can hardly call anything research if you have preconceived the answer. Bias is a danger to study and so several different perspectives must be sought before any conclusion can be arrived at.. I studied social sciences and so a good portion of my study was research and how to question and perceive results and as history was an equal love I transpose my ideas to historical imperatives and sifting through concepts.

York Henry Bear

Who doesn’t love a bear unless it a live wild bear thats another story.

York henry bear goes to the moon

The night watchman saw a little golden bear sitting alone  in the dark.  He stopped and he asked are you lost ‘no indeed’ said the bear. The night watchman then asked ‘what is your name and where do you live’. York henry bear was the answer and  then he added I live on waterloo road’.  ‘Well, well’ said the night watchman, ‘can I see you home sir Bear’, ‘no’ said the bear in his gruff, voice. ‘I am going to the moon very soon!     The night watchman smiled then said ‘But there is no moon out this night to see  the clouds  cover the view’. Besides, that seems to be a long way to go, how then do you intend to fly there’? ‘I have a magic flying machine’ now the night watchman laughed. Bear looked quite angry and so  the watchman said  ‘space is a dangerous place for a bear don’t you think ? ,besides its late’.  York said ‘mouse told me the moon is made of cheese and I simply must go there’.  But bears eat honey said the night watch! York looked at him and said I better take a honey jar and a pound cake with me. The man who lives on the moon will be happy of that I should suppose’. The night watch couldn’t hold his curiosity and asked ‘how do you know  and did mouse tell you this?’ ‘Yes’ said York indeed and his name is Roger’. ‘I heard mouse talking to him on his mobile’.       

 I will be on my way as soon as the moon is out and my moon machine is ready’. Where is this machine now?’ he asked incredulously. York pointed to his head then said ‘its in my imagination but Im going to do it I have made a plan’.  Yes one day there will be a bear in space and that bear is going to be me York Henry bear’.  ‘Well I do admire your ambition’ then he stopped and said ‘lets get you home’ said the watchman.  York was getting a little chilly so he agreed and off they walked to Waterloo road. 

They arrived at a stately home and the watchman was amazed! ‘you live here yes’ said bear. They neared the door and rang the bell a Butler in black suit  opened the door and said ‘York your home, Lady Emily  was so worried’.  ’No need’ said York , then the butler  asked would you have tea  York offered the watchman tea  and he  answered in the affirmative’.  York ordered honey and  James the butler  nodded then York said ‘in the drawing room please’. As they entered and sat ,the watchman tried to say ‘I cannot stay long’.                               Amazingly  a  grey mouse wearing gold rimmed glasses and red vest appeared.  He came from a small red door in the corner of a book case.              He was  carrying a single mug and small plate and climbed a series of adventure books which led upward from the floor to a small round table. He sat the mug  and plate upon a book, which sat  on  the table.            At this moment Lady Emily entered the room following James who carried the tea. Introductions and tea followed while the fire crackled in the grate.  William the watchman sat entranced by the stately beauty of lady Emily who sparkled in the light. Mouse had now settled and began sipping tea and honey.                               York spoke eloquently about his journey to the moon. Emily smiled and talked to William  as if they had known one another all their lives.  Mouse said in a tiny sqeaky voice  that he wanted to live on a moon full of cheese.   What mouse didn’t know was his friend a chef Sebastian who worked in the ritz restaurant had taken to phoning him as a joke. ‘Over roger’ he would say and laugh when mouse believed he was the man in the moon. So the joke became the quest of Mouse and York. Together they began to build a rocket ship which would carry them to the moon.  In the backyard workshop they toiled with every problem  and finally the rocket was ready and done.  The fuel was loaded and the blasters were ready to blast.  On a moonlit night they would aim for the moon and they would succeed.

Emily and the night watchman were all  there  for the take off.                               Mouse was on board and finally York climbed on-board. Ready on the count of ten l will push the button and we will be on our way to the moon.  Off they went and as the power took them up into the night sky they saw all the sparkling stars. They passed through the milky way and suddenly the rocket ran out of fuel and began to plumet to the earth. Round and round they spun mouse felt giddy and bear fainted such was the speed and the spin. There was an emergency parachute that deployed and brought them to earth gently wafting in the air. Then thud they hit the ground and after a little while they opened the capsule door and they were in a snowy place with penguins all around them.

The mobile was working and they called for rescue and help. Several hours passed but then they heard the sounds of a helicopter their rescue had come. The joke had turned into a great adventure which they told Sebastian all about, but he was very silent and the joke remained a secret. So back in Waterloo street Emily and William listened with amazement. The great moon adventure had come to a crashing end but all was well and now York sits in the sunlight and dreams of far-off places.

                          The End

Queen, Paddington Bear rock Jubilee

I am an arctophile.

Dreaming
york and friend polar

I AM LOUISA I OWN FLUTTERBYS AND I AM THE GIRL WITH THE BEAR NAMED YORK. I HAVE ALWAYS OWNED A BEAR HE IS MY HAPPY ENDING. I ADOPTED YORK IN SCOTLAND AND BROUGHT HIM HOME TO OZ I ALSO HAVE A POLAR BEAR NAMED ICE-BOX FROM OZ.

(PLease always remember bears are ferocious)

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The one who likes honey

I remember seeing James mason interviewed a wonderful actor and he talked about his teddy bear collection.

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Theodore Roosevelt Jr. (/ˈroʊzəvɛlt/ ROH-zə-velt;[b] October 27, 1858 – January 6, 1919), often referred to as Teddy or his initials T. R., was an American statesman, conservationist, naturalist, historian, and writer, who served as the 26th president of the United States from 1901 to 1909. He previously served as the 33rd governor of New York from 1899 to 1900 and the 25th vice president of the United States from March to September 1901. Roosevelt emerged as a leader of the Republican Party and became a driving force for anti-trust and Progressive policies.

Roosevelt was a sickly child with debilitating asthma but partly overcame his health problems by embracing a strenuous lifestyle. He integrated his exuberant personality, a vast range of interests and achievements into a “cowboy” persona defined by robust masculinity. He was home-schooled and began a lifelong naturalist avocation before attending Harvard. His book The Naval War of 1812 (1882) established his reputation as a learned historian and popular writer. Upon entering politics, he became the leader of the reform faction of Republicans in New York’s state legislature. His wife and mother both died in rapid succession, and he began to frequent a cattle ranch in the Dakotas. He served as Assistant Secretary of the Navy under President William McKinley but resigned to lead the Rough Riders during the Spanish–American War. Returning a war hero, he was elected governor of New York in 1898.[2] After Vice President Garret Hobart died in 1899, the New York state party leadership convinced McKinley to accept Roosevelt as his running mate in the 1900 election. Roosevelt campaigned vigorously, and the McKinley–Roosevelt ticket won a landslide victory based on a platform of peace, prosperity, and conservation.

Roosevelt took office as vice president in 1901 and assumed the presidency at age 42 after McKinley was assassinated the following September.[3] He remains the youngest person to become President of the United States. Roosevelt was a leader of the progressive movement and championed his “Square Deal” domestic policies, promising the average citizen fairness, breaking of trusts, regulation of railroads, and pure food and drugs. He prioritized conservation and established national parksforests, and monuments intended to preserve the nation’s natural resources. In foreign policy, he focused on Central America where he began construction of the Panama Canal. He expanded the Navy and sent the Great White Fleet on a world tour to project American naval power. His successful efforts to broker the end of the Russo-Japanese War won him the 1906 Nobel Peace Prize. Roosevelt was elected to a full term in 1904 and continued to promote progressive policies. He groomed his close friend William Howard Taft to succeed him in the 1908 presidential election.

Roosevelt grew frustrated with Taft’s brand of conservatism and belatedly tried to win the 1912 Republican nomination for president. He failed, walked out, and founded the Progressive Party. He ran in the 1912 presidential election and the split allowed the Democratic nominee Woodrow Wilson to win the election. Following the defeat, Roosevelt led a two-year expedition to the Amazon basin where he nearly died of tropical disease. During World War I, he criticized Wilson for keeping the country out of the war; his offer to lead volunteers to France was rejected. He considered running for president again in 1920, but his health continued to deteriorate. He died in 1919. He is generally ranked in polls of historians and political scientists as one of the five best presidents.

The name teddy bear comes from former United States President Theodore Roosevelt, who was commonly known as “Teddy” (though he loathed being referred to as such).[3] The name originated from an incident on a bear hunting trip in Mississippi in November 1902, to which Roosevelt was invited by Mississippi Governor Andrew H. Longino. There were several other hunters competing, and most of them had already killed an animal. A suite of Roosevelt’s attendants, led by Holt Collier,[4] cornered, clubbed, and tied an American black bear to a willow tree after a long exhausting chase with hounds. They called Roosevelt to the site and suggested that he shoot it. He refused to shoot the bear himself, deeming this unsportsmanlike, but instructed that the bear be killed to put it out of its misery,[5][6] and it became the topic of a political cartoon by Clifford Berryman in The Washington Post on November 16, 1902.[7][8][9] While the initial cartoon of an adult black bear lassoed by a handler and a disgusted Roosevelt had symbolic overtones, later issues of that and other Berryman cartoons made the bear smaller and cuter. Morris Michtom saw the drawing of Roosevelt and was inspired to create a teddy bear. He created a tiny soft bear cub and put it in the shop window with a sign “Teddy’s bear”, after sending a bear to Roosevelt and receiving permission to use his name. The toys were an immediate success and Michtom founded the Ideal Novelty and Toy Co.

Teddy Bear

Stars to light the way

Awe and wonder

colorful polar lights over snowy mountain
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Did I dream too long did I fly too high
Love gave me wings
But I have long since crashed and burned
I stand each day and cast my wishes upon the breeze l watch the tide and imagine you
Love imagined or real
Emotional depths untold unexplainable
What began this story this desire this incantation what enchantment of magic
Somewhere you are real Somewhere in another realm far far away
I stand upon my distant shore and weep for dreams lost
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Crystal tears

crystal tears as stars amongst the planets align/ The moon drifts in its reflected sunlit glow/ My dreams swing on Rainbow gases of burning fire to warm the gods on high/ Torn between the earth and sky diamonds dazzle with visions of earthly magic/ Windswept sands and miraculous mountain tops of ice and snow. All glowing in golden sunlight and shimmering on moonlit nights. Life on earth glorious in the celestial lights of heaven.

Some times LOVE is not enough and that I have learnt the hard way, fallen and then fell. The death of hope and of your wishes are difficult emotions to live with. To see the reality of your life and the late hour of the change of love and your heart bleeds. So we look to celestial light and prayer to fill the void of emotion. I am left to wonder what is love is it to stay committed to a memory of love of to leave in hope and then to live in the memory of love. I asked god to light my way but full of doubt and with no love I stay prepared to die without Love. If God wanted me to focus on the spiritual then he is successful I only hope my heart will heal and then my eyes might dry, Love celestial and complicated beyond all understanding.

Such a handsome face

Obsession, magnificent in its simplicity of love

Instant and intense love and I am sorry I became your burden

But it was always you I am glad you are strong and happy now

My affection was always a bit crazy and the years are unkind

Take the love as a caring that bent the rules and amazed the moon.

louisa jen

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perfection is rare and love even rarer take heart fair knight thy lady did love you so well she dared not to burden you with age for fear you felt trapped in her love.

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Believe

Believe the impossible self empowerment is so important and love yourself. you are a beautiful expression of the divine.

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The Shadow Angle

She spoke in whispers and lived in the shadows. She had rainbow wings that glistened in the moon light.  She loved to dance across the sand.   To watch the water and the waves   She would sometimes wander on the shore, on those golden moonlit nights She listened and heard the happy hearts.  She visited the sad and the lonely ,the sick and the poor. She glowed from the shadows and brought joy into every room. Have you ever woke to glimpse the drifting glow, move quickly out of sight.  Well if you have you will know the shadow angel has touched your heart. For love so needed all across the world came in every window, on every moonlit night.   The colours in her wings as she glided on the rainbows and she listened for every tear.    She worked so very hard to brighten up the night. She couldn’t bear the sun.  So by day she slept in a milky cloud else she wound begin to die.   She was sent from heaven on a mission to work the night shift and care for every soul.   So much to do, so many visits.   She went to all the aching hearts.       She was given magic to share with every soul. For god have given her great gifts of power to spread the joy across the lands.

To connect the world to shine in every shadow. So sleep well and remember the shadow angel is ever near. That no one is forgotten and every tear is heard. So we should all join hands to lift the world to joy.    To see the love on every face sent from up above.

Louisa jen

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The Devil is real and he is your friend. Beware!

Cold embraces from the pitch forked, Demon of hell, Can you smell the smoke, Can you see the fire Did you hear the shriek from some unearthly creature, see them struggle but chains will not break and death will be their friend,, Look at the melting faces ,Can you hear the devil laugh ,for he fans the flames to die low, I burn too slow I burn too slow and many a friend fueled the fire and wept on their knees. As the blessed clergy declared the devil gone on that last cry. He waved goodbye to their souls and said what a happy day for paradise is near and the devil danced for he had a partner a killer in a sheep’s clothing who carried a bible and prostrated himself before hell. There is no voice no words I am expected to say you blame and tease in cruel jesting and sloganism. Be happy Be strong stay silent and maybe the abuser will see his own fault make his own crime hahahah like asking the devil to put out the fire when he lives for the flame.

Once I did believe all things were possible but no more the pain became so great. From my hope and from my love given freely came abuse. No I dont believe in love any more. Love is cruel abuse from every source I find no kindness. LOVE what is LOVE a reason to abuse.

The sun hung in the evening sky like a golden orb adrift in ribbons of fire consuming the light in incremental moments of spiritual perpetuity Awe inspiring moments reflected and held within the spectrum of earthly atmospheric drama This mere cosmic routine, miraculous in the reality of day and night we cast our eyes into the heavens and perceive the dying light wonderment silence realisation of our own smallness amongst the mortal souls Believe in eternity believe in power believe in the unbelievable What mighty hand created this world without end

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