Conquest: "I found you first Mystery. You are my healing leaf, and together we can both be a healing leaf to everyone."

Mystery: "But who are /you/?"

Conquest: "I think my name means that I have to search that out. But I'll be anyone you want me to be...."

Mystery: "That's not funny..but wait..that's just it!"

Conquest: "What's it?"

Mystery: "You needed me to be able to know yourself, because I am mystery and healing."

Conquest: "But what did you mean when you said 'that's it?'"

Mystery: "Without me, you would be everyone else, because a mystery is something that is hidden out of the sight of everyone who doesn't know it."

Conquest: "But if I find myself then I will be known to everyone else, and it won't be a mystery anymore."

Monsieur Ozzie dabbles in life
He is a master of hearing strife
With his little black mustache
And his tilted French beret
He invites me to bark each day
He tugs at his mustache
Stands back with his pad
Jots down a few notes
Then exclaims why he’s glad,
“You are finally home.
Please get me my treat.
Let me sit on your lap
And kiss your warm feet.”
This tickles me so, I must confess
My miniature dachshund
Has what most wouldn’t profess
Unconditional love
A soft fuzzy belly
And the distinction of making
My life more loving and smelly

©Kathy Paysen 2009

I am not concerned about the jobless
But I am concerned about the hopeless

I am not concerned about the cash
But I am concerned about the stash

I see my children till the soil and plant the seeds
They water their America and tend to her needs

Why has “their liberty” been tossed like a burial at sea?
This my dear America, I am not proud to see

To know so many work daily with the clarity of a saint
They sand, they understand, they renew with paint

Why are they discarded like a pair of old worn shoes?
This is not democracy, this is my nation confused

A rose is not a rose if it does not yield a thorn
Progress is not progress without yielding scorn

How can you find the treasure if you do not have the map?

Lead is supposed to block X-rays right? What if the woman under the lead is not visible until the lead is pulled up out of the way to see her, and then what if that is when the Angel says "This is wickedness!" So it's like you aren't at fault for not knowing what was going to be under the lead. And what is under the lead? Hallucinations that attempt to 'read between the lines.' What's the lesson to learn though, even though God killed that? Surely the woman under the lead was the last straw that led up to the harlot's works reaching heaven. Should we never lift anything up to see what's inside? Are we supposed to ALLOW whatever is going on to just continue to go on, without any kind of intervention?

Knights Before The King
By
Amir Timur

**You might have had to read some of my other stuff to understand some of this stuff**

I am a little bit perplexed at this verse:

Isaiah 27:1
1In that day the LORD will punish Leviathan the fleeing serpent,
With His fierce and great and mighty sword,
Even Leviathan the twisted serpent;
And He will kill the dragon who lives in the sea.

A pixie in a Dixie cup
Gave a little wink
Just as I was setting up
To pour myself a drink

A cute little smidgen
Sparkling with joy
Fluttering like a pigeon
A Cracker Jack’s toy

She flew into my hair
Tinkled over to an ear
Sprinkled glitter in the air
And dropped a tiny tear

I giggled like a school kid
Tickled by this sweet wee bee
Asked her what she wanted
And brewed myself some tea

She sang about rainbows
And rainforest treasures
Asking me to remind you of
The world’s simple pleasures

To be a messenger
Like my unexpected guest
Spreading joy and cheer
On your earthly quest

Answer the earth’s loud cry
Know where you can lead
Follow this fanciful firefly
Plant new life, you are the seed

©Kathy Paysen 2009

Frankly, I don't care if all the women on earth burn their bras, go without panties, and run around half naked. True, some would cause car wrecks but it would be worth a few fender benders in my opinion. So naturally, I hope the burka never becomes fashionable for more reasons than one. With the exception of a muumuu, the burka is a terrorist's gift from God a/k/a Allah for hiding explosives.

VIDEO: Ban the Burka

Kill me if you can,
Bob Miller

I've done nothing that those I did business with wouldn't have done to me had they been in a position to do so. They were like pigs. Shoving and pushing to get to the deep end of the trough. I've had a better life that all the kings and presidents I know of, and I have not, and will not ever spend ten minutes in prison. All I have to do is close my eyes and off I go to my favorite place. It's a world that less than 1% of the citizens of the United States can afford to go. June 6th 2009

The sky was frosted
With twirls of cream
Orange confections
With Cool Whip streams
Swirls of cherry mixing in
Yellow lights diving
Into a tropical blend
A Sunbeam mixer
Turned up high
Licking the frosting
Off a sweet summer sky

©Kathy Paysen 2009