This poem titled The Heart Express was authored by Akiane kramarik at age 11 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Four Page 210 “You will need your own copy of this book to view the full text of this poem. I limit quotes for the purpose of discussion and to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes.”
This poem The Heart Express consists of four stanzas with five lines each…The featured image I choose for this reflection showcases my whimsical adventurous nature and spirit…Were it not for my beloved son I would not be the woman I am today…My son healed me my son helped me to become stronger and better though life for me has not been easy…My holy innocent boy helped to heal his very broken mother…I owe my own child a debt of eternal gratitude for fearlessly healing his own very broken mother…I will now quote from Akiane’s amazing poem…Leaving out a good portion of this poem I quote the last two stanzas…”only a defenseless and humbled life can appreciate patience of love yet each sweat makes its own law—greed ignites lies and the lies ignite haste—the only ignored sound left remains silence—but living inside the avalanche we always run—but living fast is living a separation”…Many of us do not know who we truly are any more due to forced migration from lands and seas to other nations due to systemic abuse and forced poverty…A forced poverty that should have been avoided…A forced poverty that happened due to corruption on the highest levels throughout the centuries…Many of us come from fractured pasts and fractured lives…As I continue to pick up the pieces of my own fractured past I wonder who I really am and what have I become? Where is my true home town? Well for me that is easily answered my home town is Longford Ireland…I was born in Dublin in 1972 and grew up in the town of Longford in Ireland…I dare say the people I grew up with though some were very gentle like my elderly neighbor Mr. Mike Byrne may he rest in peace…He was very gentle and kind and loved to give us children a piece of hard candy…My late Uncle John who adopted my four cousins including Mary whom I discussed in one of my blog entries…He was a gentle man a kind soul who had a great love for children and family…My own parents despite serious problems had and my mother still has to this day a sincere love for children…Not everyone in the town of Longford were gentle people similar to the landmine and landscape of America where many are not gentle people at all…As evidenced by the vast cases of child abuse and incidents of domestic violence so rampant in Ireland and around the world…Despite serious problems my parents God love them and God Bless them both for all eternity were not violent like you see in the news these days…When you truly love children you sacrifice for your child or children and when we become parents our lives are no longer our own…Women would do well to never forget for all eternity that our bodies are only our own only fully our own when we are not having sexual intercourse with a man or men…For when a woman engages in sexual intercourse her body which is sacred becomes a vessel a ship for the sea of mankind…A vessel in that once a child is conceived from that moment of conception a woman’s body is no longer her own…That woman now carries the seed of mankind in her womb and as such has the great and grave responsibility of carrying to full term a growing human life…Not a blob of tissue not a chemical not a bunch of cells which is what greedy lies want women to believe so as to feed the war machine of contraceptive devices and abortion on demand…Women around the world have become bloody iron maidens whose bodies have been turned into war machines…A story that went viral online is of a newborn baby that was born holding a mirena intrauterine device that failed to prevent conception and pregnancy in it’s tiny hands…I leave it to my readers to research and look up that story…Contraceptive devices and contraception is a contra affair an art of war that turns women’s bodies into war machines…Lenny Kravitz sings a brilliant song called American Woman where he tells war machine women to stay away from him…I will share his song at the end of this reflection…Many women not just American women are war machines around the world death machines to their own unborn children…Sorry that Lenny Kravitz sings only about American War Machines who are women…If I were to sing Lenny Kravitz’s song I would rephrase his words with these words…Astaroth woman get away from me etc…Astaroth war machine woman get away from me etc…There are far too many excellent decent hard working wonderful American Women and women around the world to limit words to just American Woman…I have met many awesome American Women and women around the world who are not astaroth war machine women…Asking eyes and wicked eyes that fire hate at their targets abound these days…Eyes that lie cheat kill and destroy from vile snakes in the grass astaroth men and women…When you live an authentically clean life though not perfect one can crush with their heal the wicked who flee in the presence of authentic holy decent men and women…Now because I really love the song called Husavik I have decided to re-record that song giving it my very best effort with my limited vocals…What I love about the song Husavik is the purity of the love the singer has for her home town…I love the simplicity of the song and the emotion that is very strong found in the lovely singer of that song…She sings with heart and from her heart her mouth sings…Something many tribes did for centuries was sing a lot and often around campfires and to soothe their sleepless children on sleepless nights…I purposely recorded another version of Husavik a more soothing version in the wee hours of the early morning since I could not sleep which happens for many of us myself included on occasion…So what that this version sounds terrible I own it…I am tired from a sleepless night so my voice is not in the best shape…That is part of the joy of living isn’t it…We do not have to be perfect all the time…Sadly my Icelandic is awful too…Thank you Fire Saga for inspiring me to want to sing from my heart this amazing song that really speaks to me…I am sure my readers are grateful that I do not dare try to sing like the one and only the amazing Celine Dion I would totally destroy her lovely songs…Ah what the hell here goes I will record a Celine Dion Song for the hell of it…Just kidding seriously I am not out of touch with reality…There is only one amazing Celine Dion…I would not dare to even try…Rejoice my readers your little blogger has come to her senses and has decided to not even try to sing a Celine Dion Song…Thanks be to the God of Life…Ha ha…I have a wicked sense of humor….I have been told that I have a decent singing voice for my range which is alto and definitely not of the caliber of Celine Dion…If my work brings smiles on peoples faces and joy to people’s lives I will have made a difference in my own little small way…Now the song I did write which is my own original song titled White Butterfly is more in my vocal range…I include that song here as well…Thank you for the follows and the likes and aren’t ya glad you are being spared from listening to me attempt to sing Celine Dion songs…I also included my song titled Iron Maiden that addresses astaroth war machine women inspired by the actual song Iron Maiden…I also include two of my silly songs that I wrote especially for Simon Cowell and I am sure Simon would tell me to Can It too…Ha Ha which is why I would not dare to audition in front of Simon Cowell who has champagne taste in the music industry…I am more like a pint of stout than champagne…Yar…………Namaste………….