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Everyday, in a thousand ways, we make choices.There are many things that are very difficult to "get over," to get beyond.
And once we make them, we have to live with them and whatever they bring.
Most of our choices are reactive, rather than proactive. Acknowledgement of that fact leads to the beginnings of true growth and freedom
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Celebration, Gifts and Games. We grope at one trite hope for positive passion, thinking it might keep evil fun from stinking. Play only to win? Well, that “truth” wears thin; because winners are mere beginners in the creative struggle for social discipline. Salute the stuff that tames animalistic proclivity. It’s so peculiar how the commercial world ignores the influence of Nativity. And now we celebrate with cyber games of destruction. What sort of greedy scum promote this harmful instruction? Children need protection to avoid a life heading in the wrong direction. When vicous play becomes a delicious gift it permits young minds to drift into focused danger. Influences of those with excess sporting leisure and even stranger, men who sport lascivious pleasure, will disappear as we deal with mentally crippled goons, and without fear attend to our social wounds. generations to come will certainly measure the resulting emotional treasure. Al Beck, 2003 |
 You may contact Al Beck at: Pyrapod c/o A. Beck 5987 Country Road 231 Monroe City, MO 63456 Gallery hours by appointment: (573) 439-5039 email abeck@marktwain.net |
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They were women. Women were supposed to be Caretakers. But they didn't see. They didn't ask. So, I just took'em Like I was taken. All of 'em All of 'em. They weren't real. If they were real, they would have known, seen, heard, felt what was inside me. All but her. She saw. She heard. She felt. She knew. Can't just take her. She who saw my darkness. She who felt my darkness. She who knew the demons who were eating me. |
But Mama is real. Mama was my caretaker then. Why didn't she know? Why did she let me go, there? So many Mamas. Don't want Mama to know. Want Mama to know it all. They are supposed to to protect. Why won't they know? Unconsciously to protect themselves from more than they can carry? What about us? Dad was supposed to know. To care. To protect. But mothers are supposed to love, enough, strongly enough, to keep the monsters in the closets and not lem 'em out swarming all over, through and in you. over, through, and in you. Dad said swallow the rage, the pain get past it. Be a man. |
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