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Still Another Day More

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Carrie K. Hutchens

Terror fills my being in the shadows of this night.  I know not what tomorrow shall bring, but I do know what has been promised to be my fate at human hands.  How can this be my destiny?

Tears stream down my burning cheeks.  Sobs take my breath as if to suffocate all that I am… all that I have been… all that shall ever be or not be for me.

Hope mocks the moment and dares me to believe.  Dares me to believe that there shall be anything beyond this moment and the darkness that fills every space where hope once rested.

I feel empty… oh so empty.  It feels so strange… so foreign… so alone… so of nothingness.

Did my spirit die in this night before the execution of my fate?

Must I… did I… have I… submitted to the wrongful sentence cast upon me?

Tomorrow shall perhaps give a hint of answer, if light does greet the morning’s dawn and a breath whispers upon my lips in still another prayer of hope and a chance to survive one day more… still another day more.

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Without Mercy

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Carrie K. Hutchens

What dark spirit filled your soul and gave you desire to destroy our lives?  What voice called to you, as you smiled in such delight at our destruction and the hopelessness that you led us to?

Oh, the innocence that you pretended to be yours… the victimhood you strove to call your own… what hypocrisy that only fooled a few.  Sadly, for us… it was the few in control to judge and award you what was not yours to be rewarded with.

I remember your words well.  I can hear the promises you made.  The words of such promise, followed by a viciousness without mercy.  How were we to suppose?

Such darkness rests hidden within your heart.  A soul of contempt to lay feast before your feet.  A pride unchecked and forever written within the clouds above.

Today is your day to celebrate the wrongful win.  Your judgment rests within the tomorrows to be.  Someday, you will be called to answer and the judge will not be fooled.  He knows the truth and he shall award you with the reward you have earned.  May He have mercy on you, though you had none for us this day or any day to follow.

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For Me

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I call into the night begging to know why truth is used as a sword to pierce my heart, as lies dance in such delight.  Oh such delight.  Such dancing.  Such laughter to reek against the skies and shatter the goodness of all thought.

The tears blind me.  My cheeks burn.  The sobs of betrayal so intense to crush any hope that might have ever been or might to ever be.

Is there even a chance of tomorrow for me?

The soft voices of offer give guise.

Sweet words of hopeful promise tease each breath ever given this day or even before.  Who said they were not to be what they were meant to be?

Is there even a chance of today for me?

I cry within the night begging to know why truth is so readily dismissed and why lies are left to feast and devour.

Who called this banquet to tease and to test this humble servant of the Lord of all good?  Who indeed blessed this evil offense and in glee grabs a stolen win?

Is there even a chance of a moment for me?

Is there a tomorrow to come or has it been taken in celebration of still another soul left to wither in agonizing pain of truth crushed and no justice to remain? 

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Night Screams in Silence as Darkness Comes to Conquer

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skullNight screams in silence, as darkness slides into the shadows of unknown reflection.  There is no whisper to touch the moment… no hint to see… no tear to hear… the echo calls out to none and cries merely in apprehension of the awaiting fate that stirs near and yet rests so far away.

How did this become all that is, while all else remains somewhere in the vast dimension of all forbidden, though only to some… just to some… just to those shuttered on the outside of things to be?

Night creeps further into the harsh moment, where eyes peer cautiously and anguish threatens to devour all not cloaked in its sweet scent of remorse and the haunting thoughts pursuing.

When did it call out in demands of utter defiance?  What hand lay it into the midst of all that is and all that might ever be?  Who is the shadow birthing the terror and snuffing the flicker of breath once given freely to all?  Where did this beast travel from that does prey upon all those isolated and helplessly devoured by the shadows of ghostly destruction destined in the early hours before the dawn to come?

Did the darkness of madness come alone or has it been descending in a mass of existence not supposed in possibility?  Who bid it come?  Who holds the power to send it back into the nightmare of its creation?  Who is it that walks in mocking tones and dares us to see truth in the moon’s rays or the breath of spring before the death of winter?

Oh yes… it is a question to unfold and to cause recoil.  A sight terrifying in hideous form of drooling madness dripping from the being of twisted shapes and words deformed in presentation to embrace the masses of ignorance who shall dance in thrilling ecstasy at the banquet of their destructive sacrifice of self.

Ah, the beast with blackened heart and stench of rotting soul, standing just beyond man’s sight in his tremoring wake, still leaves wonder as to who beckoned the vile creature to dine upon the world?  Are there any so mighty in deed and wing of righteous spirit to swoop away the obscene presence of perverted flesh and the master who bid it come to feast in such great delight?

The night screams in silence and the desperate cry does remain forever sobbing in the dark corners of time as it asks again and ever again…

Are there any… any at all… who embrace the power to rise in mighty force and sling the deadly beast back into the netherworld of nightmares and the haven of its shadowed nest?  Are there any…  any at all who can save us from this doom of madness and agony once foretold and ever written of a time when the beast of darkness came to conquer the unwilling souls in the land that has come to reek of perversion and mock all once held in sacred covenant of old?

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Tears Unheard

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Carrie K. Hutchens

WhippoorwillI walk tonight wondering why this day is no more than yesterday.  Where has the hope hidden upon the path so dark and lonely?  Is there anyone?  Is there anyone near?  Is there anyone to hear?  Do my tears touch the ears of any or do they fade into aloneness somewhere along the roughed trail of hopes forbidden and too often stolen?

I pause.

I search the shadows.

Nothing touches the moment in hope or chance of a tomorrow beyond what has ever been.

Silence calls out in a whisper not heard.

Sunlight fades into blinding darkness.

No birds sing.  No crickets dance.  It’s all as if the world has stopped with dreams no more as nightmares soar.

As I begin to sink into the failed moment of twisted thought and hope forever lost, a Whippoorwill calls out into the dusk to sing of the dawn to be.

The little Whippoorwill refuses to see the darkness and sings of all the wonders in the sky above, with twinkling stars to dance in delight and the moon to smile upon the night.

The path, no longer frozen in the isolation of despair, bids me follow the songs of the nightly choir.  The choir so often unheard, but always there to assure we are never truly alone or in a void untouched by a God ever present.

Darkness may engulf us and reek of vile intent at the hands of man, but it shall never do so at the hands of He who loves us and bids us hear the choir He created to comfort and lead to delight.  A choir to remind us — we are never truly alone and our tears are always heard!

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Truth: Has it lost its value and its worth?

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truth liesIn this day and age, it seems that truth has lost its value!  Which leaves to question — is it really worth anything anymore?  Isn’t it only the liars, who get ahead and have a chance to grab the golden ring and stuff their pockets full of wealth and all things good?  Isn’t it only the liar that wins and the truth that nearly always loses?

There have been my moments when I felt truth was a lost cause.

Truth seemed to stop mattering, as bullies began to invade in masses as if from a foreign bully-land that no one had known existed.

Truth seemed to stop mattering, as liars threw out the lies and the world ran with them, rather than care about what the “un-exciting” or “inconvenient” truth really was.

Truth seemed to stop mattering, as technicalities, lack of counsel or activist judges gave reward to the lie and damned the truth as if it were something totally irrelevant.

Truth seemed to stop mattering when so many journalists became propaganda spreaders, rather than the excellent investigative reporters they had once set their goals to become.

Truth seemed to stop mattering when it got in the way of agendas and self-reward.

Yes, truth seemed to stop mattering for so many reasons, but it really didn’t.  It still matters.  It matters far more than some might think at any given time.

Truth is steadfast.  It does not sway with the winds.  Nothing ever makes a truth an untruth, contrary to what some might wish us to believe.

On the other hand, liars are like criminals.  They steal results and opinions.  They wrongly assault people’s reputations and by their lies lay claim to results, property, money and rewards not due them.  They might even destroy lives beyond repair, but “hey”, if they get what they want — that’s all that counts, right?

No.

Truth is solid because it is what it is.  Lies are without true substance.  There is nothing to anchor them on or to.  Eventually, it all plays out and the truth is proven to be the truth and the lie proven to be the lie.  It’s just a matter of when.  That’s all.

Truth is priceless.  And, if you die being “only” an honest person, you will have died being one of the wealthiest to have ever been.  No one will ever be able to actually take your truth away, and no one will ever be able to make the lies reality.  You will die knowing you are on the right side of history and more importantly — on the right side of God!

Priceless!

Let Me Say This Very Slowly: Rude is Rude “Period”

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Rude Free Zone 5I get so tired of people being rude and when called on it, start trying to point figures at the opposition.  So what if the other side has rude people — that changes nothing.  That doesn’t make the person less rude.  That doesn’t suddenly make a rude statement un-rude or ok-rude.   Instead, it sounds like a bunch of little kids caught doing something they shouldn’t be doing and trying to throw blame and attention elsewhere.  “Johnny did it first.”  “April did it more.”

Let me say this very slowly…

I don’t judge rude by who is doing the rude.  Rude is rude no matter who says or does it.

I don’t give free passes to one set of people, while holding another set accountable for the same thing.

So, don’t whine to me about what Bush or his administration or any Republican might have said or done two terms ago.  Changes nothing.  Gives no free pass to this administration or any radical liberal running around insulting anyone and everyone, who doesn’t happen to agree straight down the line with his/her/their beliefs or demands.  Rude is rude no matter who is doing the rude.

And just in case my message was missed…

Let me say this very slowly — rude is rude “period.”  Count on it.  You see, I don’t say things I don’t mean.  And I don’t do “rude” thinking it is going to win a debate for me.  I use facts, logic and common sense.  Rude Radicals & their Zombie Followers ought to try it some time.  It might give “surprising” and “refreshing” new meanings.

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Dear “Truly Appreciated” Reader:

hear ye 2I’m still trying to raise money to help a friend pay for medical bills, meds & other expenses incurred during a medical setback.  If you need help starting or updating your blog, for example, please consider me for the job.  Just tell me what you need done and how much you are willing to pay for the project, and I’ll quickly get back to you, as to whether I can accept your offer or not.

Those who wish to simply donate a few dollars can do so here at Carrie’s Take, too.

Life is rough out there, and I know many are struggling to get by, so I don’t ask for this consideration lightly.  Your help, whether by donation or business offer, will be truly appreciated now and forevermore!

May Blessings Be Yours Always, ~Carrie

 

 Thank you & God Bless!

 

 

What do you non-truthers and non-truther supporters have against the truth?

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truth liesIs lying supposed to be the new fad?  One would think so with how so many are playing loose with the truth at a minimum and outright-blatantly lying at the not-so-minimum.  Personally, I’m tired of all this lying and want to know what the non-truthers have against the truth?  I mean, if your position and your facts and your ideas are so great — shouldn’t you be able to sell them with truthful presentation and defense?

I don’t know about anyone else, except my closet friends, but I don’t like or trust non-truthers.  No one can or should trust them.  After all, if they will non-truth about one thing or person to get their way — they will be prone to non-truth about anything and anyone to get their way next time, too.

Once upon a time, I was intimidated and threatened in an effort to get me to lie about another person.  I refused, but I also said something very true that I hope they remember to this day.  “If I will lie for you now, what makes you think I won’t lie about you later for someone else?”

People, who will lie about others, can’t be trusted.

People, who insinuate non-truths about others or things, likewise cannot be trusted.

People, who lie about polls or say false things to get elected or to get what they want passed — can’t be trusted either.

It’s all the same.  It’s all wrong.

It’s cheating to win and then bragging about the win won unfairly, as though there was reason for praise.

You supporters of the non-truths are no better than the outright liar.  If you didn’t support and excuse and look the other way, the non-truthers wouldn’t be able to pull off all these wrongful wins they are racking up.  But then… today… you seem to see it as a win for your side and it’s kewl stuff to win however your side has to win, right?

Non-truthers aren’t the most loyal kids on the block.  Watch out for when you get in the way or become useless to them or you might find yourself at the other end of their non-truth.  Might not seem so righteous or rightful then, but who will care anymore than you cared for what was happening to those before you?

What do you non-truthers and non-truther supporters have against the truth?  Never mind, I think the rest of us know that answer.  The truth would cost you the game and you would no longer enjoy wrongful wins.  After all, if your position and your facts and your ideas are so great — shouldn’t you be able to sell them with truthful presentation and defense?  Well, shouldn’t you?

Hogwash from another alleged professor…

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Brent Terry, a professor at Eastern Connecticut State University was caught on audio telling his Introduction to Creative Writing class that Republicans will close colleges if they prevail in 2014 and that they are “racist, misogynist, money-grubbing people” who want to suppress the liberal vote.

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Professor: Republicans are ‘Racist, Misogynist, Money-Grubbing People’

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To Brent Terry —

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Right for Me & Thee

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IMGA00331Desperation embraces the moment giving chill to hope and igniting the flames of fear to greet the day!  How can this be?  Where did the angels go as I walk alone among the vile destruction laid before me?  Where did they hide as all dreams faded into the night where mocking laughter devoured the chances of tomorrow in a feast of hideous pleasure?

 I look to the sun for guidance through the pit of darkness and find only heavy clouds to burden the moment and forbidding even the faintest of rays to brush against the fleeting breath.  How can this be?  Where has the light gone as I stumble in the pit of evil hearts and deeds slung into the paths given to me as mine and thine?  Where did it hide as hope was stomped into suffocation of their seductive dance of pure deceit?

I cannot know where the light of good has gone, but neither can I flee all that is and has to be.

Slowly… ever so slowly… I look to the heavens, my whisper low and humble, as I beg for His mercy and cry for His army of truth to embrace all of the tears, fears and lonely years bestowed upon this life traveled by me and thee.

Does He hear me?  Shall there be an answer of light or is it too late for my prayers to reach the heavens and His gentle heart?  I cannot know.  Not today.  Not in the dreary moment resting in the depths of evil’s womb, but perhaps tomorrow or in a day.  Yes, perhaps tomorrow shall shine in all the glory of possibilities and blessings touched by His hand of love for me and thee.

Yes, perhaps tomorrow, or even in the moment before, I must believe, for He is the God of all times and His miracles are His to give and are controlled by no man nor evil that walks upon this earth.  He shall say and it shall be whatever is right on this day, as we travel through the harsh battlefield to reach and embrace the wonders of the life given by He just for me and thee!

God bless me and thee and all the wonders that be — even the ones we do not see — as we travel the path and come to believe in the hope and light in the embrace given by He!

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Tormenting & Unforgiving: This is All There is

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destruction 3Anger rages within my being as the truth pours forth and I come to know why life has been so tormenting and unforgiving to me.

So much has been unfair and devastating… no chance did I have to make things right or to grasp the golden ring as it flew by me into the hands of another… always another… never me… not once me… not even a single time was it to be.

I’ve cried the tears of many… and begged and pleaded often… only to have cold backs turned to me and the chuckles echoing into the darkness of my mood.

How dare I ask.  How dare I hope.  How dare I even wonder why.

Then comes the answer.  The answer that has always alluded and deluded all that I ever was and am and might have ever been.  I am a victim.  I am a victim and now I know.  No more questions to be asked.  Just some checks to collect and the promise I’ll never try to be anything more than their little toy to nanny and pump their ruling self-indulging pride.

Oh, they… the saviors that have come to save us victims… the victims of their making… do dance in delight and no doubt  toast us each night, as they enjoy all they have denied those not they.  Alas for they, but not for us, one day their reign of twisted thought and selfish gain, shall lead them to the end of their enjoyed stolen reign.

And at the end of that path…

There shall stand the “new” dictators and designers, who will then appoint them the victims to be taunted and denied.  It will then be they that cry and beg, while backs are turned and chuckles heard, as they become the toys to nanny and pump the rulers self-indulging pride.

Yes, it will be they… and rather than a helping hand given… someone will tell them that they are not only victims, but forever victims with no hope to touch their present or their future.  Someone will tell them, “This is all there is.  Give up and enjoy the crumbs we’ll give to you.  You are, after all, a victim of our enemy and a pawn to be played by us and they.”

In thought of what is to come to be… the rage is no longer left in me.

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Neighbor hailed a hero after rescuing toddlers from burning apartment

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INDEPENDENCE, Mo. – Neighbors at one Independence apartment complex are calling 50-year-old Michael Thomas a “hero.” FOX 4′s Robert Townsend talked to Thomas about how he rescued two toddlers just in the nick of time!

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Neighbor hailed a hero after rescuing toddlers from burning apartment

HS English Teacher Slams Common Core Standards in Resignation Letter

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In a viral blog post, a Colorado public school teacher resigned from her position as a high school English teacher in protest to Common Core standards. Pauline Hawkins wrote in part:

“I can no longer be a part of a system that continues to do the exact opposite of what I am supposed to do as a teacher – I am supposed to help them think for themselves, help them find solutions to problems, help them become productive members of society. Instead, the emphasis on Common Core Standards and high-stakes testing is creating a teach-to-the-test mentality for our teachers and stress and anxiety for our students. Students have increasingly become hesitant to think for themselves because they have been programmed to believe that there is one right answer that they may or may not have been given yet. That is what school has become: A place where teachers must give students “right” answers, so students can prove (on tests riddled with problems, by the way) that teachers have taught students what the standards have deemed are a proper education.”

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HS English Teacher Slams Common Core Standards in Resignation Letter