All Of You – A Reflection

This poem titled All Of You was authored by Akiane kramarik at age 11 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Four Page 215 “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 All Of You consists of four stanzas with six lines in the first stanza and five lines in the second stanza and six lines in the remaining two stanzas…The featured image that I choose for this reflection…Is my own creative declaration of independence shall we say that “Cleavage Is Sacred”…This statement will make more sense as you read this reflection…Now with this poem by Akiane it seems a bit unusual to me because when Akiane writes, her stanzas have a certain consistency in style and form…Meaning typically more than one stanza will share a similar characteristic such as opening with the same line or number of lines…Such as first stanza opens with six lines second stanza five lines then six lines again then five lines again in the iambic pentameter of prose found in poetry there is a certain staccato or musical quality to poetry…In this poem Akiane is not as consistent as usual in that one stanza has five lines while the other stanzas have six lines…I will now quote from Akiane’s amazing poem…”Above the highest branch—there is all of you.” Leaving out a good portion of this poem I continue to quote Akiane…”the altars of the self shrivel—A hail-squall does not pamper the cells. You cling to what will not last—your life. The entrance to the next world is not wide enough for both pride and indifference. Colorless—you become any color. If it does not matter who you are your enemies will show you where you belong.” Wow! So true and what great wisdom from the mouth of an eleven year old girl…Before I continue my reflection allow me to speak a bit about iambic pentameter…I got this detailed explanation from this source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iambic_pentameter According to this source iambic pentameter is a term used when describing the rhythm and meter of words used in a particular line or lines of poetry or drama and ways those lines can be measured in small groups of syllables called “feet”…An example of Iambic Pentameter would be Shakespeare’s sentence which begs the question and I quote Shakespeare here “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18…This line has five feet so it is written in pentameter a small group of syllables….Dactylic also describes this kind of prose…I call it silly syllables as a way to remember what is a stressed syllable versus what is a non stressed syllable…For example the to part of the word today is the non stressed part of the syllable today…A stressed syllable is when a part of that silly syllable is phonetically or linguistically pronounced for a longer period of time…For example when you say the word today…The unstressed portion of that word to is said very fast very quickly…When you say the rest of the word day that portion sits like a small weight so when you pronounce the word today the word to is said quickly resting on the end of the word day and day would be the stressed portion of that silly syllable…Well in creative writing particularly in poetry stressed and unstressed syllables are what make up iambic pentameter…Iambic pentameter found in prose such as poetry is the genesis of music…Poetry is very lyrical and musical in nature…I could sit here and describe for you the ancient Greek terms and Latin terms used to describe iambic pentameter in particles such as parsing words shall we say…That would bore my readers to tears and we cannot have that can we???…Words like quantitative meter and long and short silly syllables…That is why I love to sing sacred scriptures as one of my many hobbies…I sing sacred scriptures because sacred scriptures are poetic in nature lyrical very dramatic too in their story lines and very lovely…My favorite scriptures are King Solomon’s Canticle of Canticle’s for the deep mysteries found therein and the drama…Now before I continue I will clarify for my readers what a foot is in terms of iambic pentameter consider this a free silly syllable lesson for those not well versed in the fine arts found in poetry linguistics and music…By the way I am not well versed in any of this either so let us all learn together then…We are never too old to learn new things…Do not let the old lie from hell that says “you cannot teach an old dog new tricks” define you…Different languages create rhythm in a different way…Hence songs sound very different when sung in various languages…I sing in five languages but I am not very good at any particular language and I am only truly fluent in English…When I sing the same message in different languages the emotions I feel behind my singing are the same the expression though is different in both form and sound due to iambic pentameter being different in different linguistics used…Ancient Greek and Latin created rhythm by alternating between long and short syllables…When a pair of silly syllables is organized as follows – a short followed by a long or an unstressed followed by a stressed…I am someone who studied music but never really paid much attention to the study of music in written format such as following lines of sheet music…That is because I play music by ear meaning I can hear a tune a song and then play it on my tin whistle…There are certain kinds of music that I cannot play as that music is not possible and not compatible with my musical instrument which is the tin whistle which has many limitations…I consider myself a work of art a living breathing musical instrument and so when I write my own songs…I do not write them down on paper or think too much about my songs…I simply sit down and sing my songs…Now for some of my harder songs such as The Princes Of Breifne song that song took me less than seven days to complete…In four days I had that song sorted…That is because that song is more complicated than my other more simple songs…Art and artistic expression come in many forms…Rap music is art a form of artistic expression that many find is a helpful outlet…I say find your outlet what makes you tick what makes you excited to be alive…Let’s face it life is not easy for all of us…So if rap music is your passion then rap your heart out…Rap music is a series of very short messages expressed in a very repetitive manner and the beat behind rap music is very basic…Rapping is a talent in and of itself and no I cannot rap to save my life…Try as I might I am awful at rap music I simply cannot do it…That is because I do not have the patience to sit there or stand there and learn how to rap…I suppose if I put my mind to it I could learn but I am Irish Indigenous and as such I prefer my own Indigenous style of artistic expression…Some of my songs are very long as well…I do not always follow the rules of limiting my songs to under four minutes and no more than five minutes…I do realize we live in a world of short attention spans…I get that…So I do not expect my readers and listeners to listen to everything I put out there…I must say I enjoy listening to rap music and I am grateful for the artistic expression that rap music adds to our world…Anger in and of itself is not a bad thing because when we become angry anger can motivate us to do something about the things and events we see happening around us…Now when anger becomes horrible is if we allow anger to dictate our actions…You see our emotions can control us if we allow our emotions to control us…I heard a very sad story a few years ago prior to moving to Ireland about a man who had become very angry and he was likely right to be angry he had a right to his anger…Sadly he did not take some time to calm down and the story goes that he angrily got on his motorcycle his motorbike and turned a corner too fast due to his rage his anger he was outraged upset and emotional…In that instance tragically that poor man lost his life in a very tragic moment of intense anger which dictated how he conducted himself which caused a serious accident that in this case resulted in his untimely tragic death…Emotions can kill us and ways emotions can kill us is through words…Words have power just as the word of God has power words have power…So when dealing with someone who becomes angry do your level best to remain calm yourself and allow that angry person to vent and say whatever the hell they need to say to you to get things off their chest…If that means tuning out angry words said then tune them out…I say this because I am able to talk people down from being very angry and anxious to being calm and less anxious…I tell people whom I deal with who are often very angry that if it makes you feel better then let me have it tell me what you want to tell that awful person who hurt you so badly…You can cuss you can say anything you want to say to me…I can handle it because I am a safe person who understands anger…One of my callers vented to me on the phone and I gave her free reign to vent her heart out…After venting to me she felt much better and her anxiety level went from one hundred percent to thirty percent…Rap music and all kinds of music is a form of venting it is a way for artists to vent in a safe way their feelings…I am not afraid to cry to shed tears and I have moments of sadness moments of sorrow…I sure do…And in those moments I allow myself to cry to feel my sorrows…A skill I recently learned and at the age of forty seven soon to be forty eight in August I am still learning…I am learning that in the moment when I am very angry or upset about something not going well or not working right…That if my response can wait that it is best for me to sit on this mess for a few days at least and then deal with the matter at hand when I am calmer…I started doing that and I find that those I contact to rectify bad situations are much more receptive and while they are not always pleased that I waited so long to provide my feedback…When I tell them why I must wait for a time to respond due to the need to calm down and not allow my emotional state of anger in that moment dictate my response which would mean me yelling at someone over a mess I never created…The people I speak to get that they can understand this and I receive very positive thank you’s and the situations are always for the most part remedied and corrected…When I look back on the trajectory of my life…Though my life has been very tragic and very sad in many ways…I suffered many devastating events to be sure…I have acted on impulse when I was younger…I would get in my car when I was driving and slam the car door in a fit of anger and drive off…My father and may he rest in peace was afraid of me driving a car or learning how to drive because ever since I was a small child I had a fierce Irish temper…I had temper tantrums as a little girl…Those temper tantrums were due to abuse because of the horrible abuse I was getting in my own home…That being said not one of us can say that we are normal anymore…The world is fucked up and has been fucked up for centuries so normal no longer exists…Men do not act right neither do women…Men and women do not act the way they should due to centuries of systemic abuse around the world…My story is a fucking miracle the fact that I am not dead yet is a fucking miracle…I often wonder how it is that I am not dead yet? I often wonder why the fuck am I still here? Why the fuck am I still alive? What is the point? My life has been nothing but one major shit storm after another…Then I will see a news blurb about a soldier somewhere in the world who committed suicide from despair from the horrors of war…We loose far too many soldiers to suicide…War does not care about the beautiful the lovely…War is ugly and banal always was and always will be…All of us wear and bear the scars of war…From the war on all flesh from the war of words…I wear the mystical scars of verbal abuse that I endured for most of my sad sorry pathetic stupid dumb ass’d useless life…I also bear the physical scars of rapes many rapes not just physical rape but financial rape among other forms of rape…The abuse I got was so horrible that I am at a point where I no longer care whether I live or die…I don’t care any more…I am not suicidal though it is important I stress this…I am not suicidal because at the core of my fractured being I am a Christian woman a woman of the God of life…So no matter how bad it gets for me and these days I have many bad days I just keep going…Mornings are hell on earth for me now due to severe inflammation pain…I wake up at night in excruciating pain due to inflammation from my fibromyalgia condition for which there is no known cure only remedies that help to reduce the pain…Not one person ever bothered to get to know the real me and as such no one knows my pain my scars my wounds no one ever bothered to find that out…So I blog about it…I tell the world my story because it is my hope that through my tears through my pain that my struggle which is very real a struggle that in the shit storm of my life not one person ever bothered to care…Sure I could have pity parties but sadly no one wants to come to pity parties about shit storms…I do not fault anyone for that…My crazy sense of humor here…Imagine getting an email or a phone call from someone you know asking you to and I quote…”Say I’m having a major pity party today and if I supply the boxes of tissues will you come to hear about my shit storm life?”…Your natural inclination would be to say hell no for I am too busy dealing with my own shit storm life!!!…I get that I truly get that…I have no idea how the hell I keep going when most days I wish I was fucking dead…Not because I am clinically depressed…Not at all simply because there is nothing left for me to live for…My family was systemically destroyed from centuries of systemic abuse and systemic hatred…My indigenous tribe has been hated for centuries by our vile wicked enemies our foes…Foes found in all organized religions who are ravening wolves in sheep’s clothing…I know beyond a shadow of a doubt how hated I am…That my enemies want me dead that my enemies never wanted my conception to ever even happen…That my enemies through their war on words want me to self destruct to fall apart to drop dead…So what keeps me going is this…Just to piss off my enemies just to piss off the wicked just cause I can I refuse to drop dead…I refuse to die…I refuse to be clinically depressed…I refuse to let chronic pain and the indifference of those around me to destroy me…I refuse because I am angry…I am extremely angry…Royally pissed off over what was done to my tribe over these centuries in the name of God of all things…I am so angry that my rage is white my rage is silent and when I blow my blow will be eternal and will never ever be forgotten…What I mean by this is I am not meant to be big or known in this life…I am not meant for military strife in this life…My role on earth is to tell my story with the hope that my story will be for others a silver lining a way of coping a way of hoping…On days when you feel like you have nothing left to live for…Remember me remember this blog…Leverage your anger for good use your outrage for good…Tell your story to anyone who will listen and even when there is no one who will listen you tell the God of life your story…Have it out with your pillow punch your pillow…Or when getting into your car to drive or on your motorcycle to ride get that anger off your chest first…Go yell and have it out with the nearest tree first or train if one is a safe distance nearby…Staying safe and in a safe way vent and let out your anger go let off some steam…Then get in your car and drive or get on your motorbike and enjoy your experience….Many lives are lost from the war on all flesh a war mankind has yet to come to terms with…Many lives are lost from words from verbal abuse and abusive laws and profane policies…As I write I tried to order using an application I use on a regular basis some food to be delivered for my son and I…The application told me the order would not go through…Now I made sure I had enough in my very modest bank account to cover the cost…So I knew the decline was not due to lack of funding…My card is set to decline if the funds are not there to avoid the problem of over draft and over draft fees…I have experienced systemic abuse from the banking industry for years…I am not alone and I am not the only customer or consumer who experiences frequent declines for routine purchases obliging customers like myself to then call my bank…I called my bank which to their credit is one of the nicer banks to bank with…At least with this bank I get someone local during the week ladies and gentlemen who are getting to know yours truly your little blogger on the local level…Today is Saturday and today I waited for more than twenty minutes and got to speak to a lovely bright young lady based at a call center here in the USA…I state this because I choose to bank with this bank for that reason…This bank has local employees who will answer the damn phone when you call unlike many other banks that make you wait for thirty minutes or more on hold then route your call to the Philippines or some other country…No offense by the way to the Philippines a country I would love to visit some day…A friend of mine who has the same birthday as me is from the Philippines married an American friend of mine…They now have three lovely children and are currently living in the Philippines…I helped to ensure that couple wed because her husband for some odd reason thought that he liked me…He really never liked me…He just thought that he liked me as he found me attractive that was it…I never got along with that man due to his American Sarcasm which can be brilliant at times but in his case was annoying as hell…I never liked that man in terms of relationship material…His lovely wife saw fit to ask me if I liked her future husband it was nuts…I ended up yelling at him over the phone the man who married that lovely woman a good woman a decent woman from the Philippines because he told me that he was having second thoughts about getting married…That did it…I had to cut that couple out of my life because as the years passed I discovered their friendship was a false friendship and the way they treated me was toxic…The husband never spoke to me after I corrected him for being a capital jerk…The wife then acted like a total horses ass and was very proud that she was now married and that I never married…As good as she is that stupid woman would boast and lord the fact that she is married and I am not married over my head…And guess what???…This couple is a devout very roman catholic couple…With friends like that who needs enemies???…I had to cut them off and I am glad I did…I add that I am genuinely glad too that they found each other they belong together…I just had to tell them to leave me alone as I had enough of their verbal molesting words…Fair enough!!!…Now back to what I call systemic abuse done to customers or consumers by the banking industry…This is an industry wide problem on an industrial scale not limited to individual banks branches and policies…In my case I already knew due to many experiences like this while living here in the USA…That a fraud alert was placed on my bank card…That this particular merchant was flagged as a fraud…I also understand that bank employees are pawns in this diabolically bad game of chess in the banking industry which is rotten to the core…I called the bank and as previously stated waited on hold for more than twenty minutes…This bank is much better than other banks I have dealt with whereby my hold times often exceeded one hour only to be routed to a call center outside the USA…My God I can get in touch with the IRS to pay my estimated taxes from my modest independent contractor job faster than I can get in touch with some of these banks…I can get in touch with major government organizations who run this great country faster than some of these stupid banks…At least my current bank does better in the phone call department…I told the girl after authenticating my identity that a fraud alert is likely to be the problem at hand…She agreed that was the case and after thirty more minutes not her fault more my fault as I am very chatty…The fraud alert from their debit card department was lifted and I was able to make my purchase…This goes on all the time both with online purchases and routine purchases including paying for your gas at the local gas station…If you think about it it is fair to say that the average USA citizen and I am a USA citizen living in America now — The average American experiences systemic declines like that for bogus fraud alert reasons that makes no sense to sound minds…The biggest fraud are the ones sitting in positions of power with an authority they stole and overtook through the art of war not by the average American Voter…Our presidents do not have the power we like to think they have…Too many wicked ones with fancy wicked money from the war of words pull the puppet strings behind the scenes and then act stupid and hide behind what I call profane oligarchy powers oligarchy war powers hiding behind this system of a down…America and the world has become a profane dictatorship with many a home run by mini dictators…Found in abusive relationships found in domestic violence which is through the roof around the world…Found in narcissistic men and women who run their homes like gulag war camps with the man and or woman at the lead a mini dictator…”My way or the highway” is how many mini dictators lead and live their lives…Systemic profane oligarchy policies supported by fancy money that purchased profane laws enabling horrible people to act stupid and hide behind profane systems of a down…This oligarchy is not a large group of people rather a small group of extremely dangerous devils who resemble satan himself who sit in high places hiding from the world who systemically and categorically destroy mankind from behind the scenes and then laugh in sociopath and psychopath diabolical glee that their oligarchy war on all flesh seems to be winning…Forgetting that in the art of war there are no winners only lies of sinners…Hellfire awaits these ones who will receive their eternal rewards during the second death…That is when I will blow…Not in this life but upon my death in the next life when the second deaths are pronounced for all eternity it is then that I will blow a mighty South Wind with the armies of heaven to destroy the wicked once and for all for all eternity…There is an Irish saying that goes like this…”There she blows” and “hell has no fury like a woman scorned”…I have been scorned my tribe has been scorned for centuries now…My anger is centuries old and centuries in the making…Suffice it to say that I have a centuries old beef with the wicked…So that when I blow and blow I will upon my death for the second death the wicked will be crushed by my heal for I am unto the wicked their pain in the ass their snake in the grass…I am one from Dan who has overcome who sings the scriptures calling out the wicked and the false God’s in our midst…My presence will never be forgotten…My presence will be felt for all eternity…My conception that the wicked tried to prevent and to stop and to destroy will never be forgotten for all eternity…My heal will be joined to the heal of a woman much mightier than me whose name is Mary…Mystical Mary whose heal is set to crush the head of the devil who is satan and the wicked for all eternity…Do not dare to demand that I not tread on you for tread on you I will most certainly do not in this life but in the next life to deal you who are wicked a mighty blow from the South Wind and the armies of heaven when you will burn for all eternity in the unquenchable fires of hell…Your reward for your incendiary oligarchy powers your incendiary laws your incendiary hate speech crimes against my humanity and all of humanity…You oh wicked ones will burn in hell for all eternity gnashing your teeth your reward for your railing speech…………Tis very therapeutic and beneficial to give the wicked a fiery telling off now and again…………As a thank you for reading this reflection I ask that you study a very talented singer whom I enjoy listening to…The one and only Miley Cyrus…I have no idea what this very talented young lady is up to these days…I loved her Hannah Montana songs…Two of her songs that I have enjoyed listening to lately are Wrecking Ball and We Can’t Stop…I will share these songs on this blog…Talented music artists inspire their listeners…The passion behind Miley Cyrus’s performance in Wrecking Ball is not lost on me…When she sings she sings from her heart and she makes it raw…The raw talent of raw emotional performances by Miley Cyrus are brilliant…In Wrecking Ball Miley Cyrus sings about how she comes in like a Wrecking Ball trying to break down a wall – a wall that she herself hides behind – and in the process she cries – “you wrecked me”…Brilliant song and brilliant performance showcasing ways raw emotions can keep us in chains hiding behind walls of fear which can function like Miley Cyrus’s song titled Wrecking Ball…Now I am not an amazing dynamic performer like Miley Cyrus…I am an indigenous at home performer whose work is inspired by the Word of God and other amazing artists like Miley Cyrus..So inspired by both of Miley Cyrus’s songs titled Wrecking Ball and We Can’t Stop I come up with my own song titled Raw…For my emotions are real my emotions are Raw…Raw is War spelled backward because God Damn It I fucking despise war…I hate war for in the art of war there are no winners only lies of sinners…And in typical indigenous tribal fashion my song titled Raw is exactly seven minutes long…Welcome to my world the world of indigenous tribal art in words and songs…………I dedicate this post to all of mankind who bear the scars as I do from the art of war from lips of war in the war on all flesh…………This is my voice as a Mystical work of art nothing more and nothing less…………After all war does not care about what I say or do or do not say or do and as a result…………I am Raw…………I would also like to include a song I wrote titled Mystical Drums inspired by a song by Miley Cyrus called The Climb…Now my song is nothing like the Miley Cyrus song titled The Climb because there is only one amazing Miley Cyrus…I wrote this song titled Mystical Drums for you Miley Cyrus to thank you for inspiring me to be the best I can be amidst a shit storm of war that we never started in what I call the war on all flesh…………Namaste…………

…………Mystical Drums – A song for Miley Cyrus inspired by her song titled The Climb…Thank you Miley Cyrus for inspiring people like me to be the best we can be…………
………….Raw – War Spelled Backwards – I Declare my own declaration of independence that “Cleavage Is Sacred”…………

…Wrecking Ball – Miley Cyrus I love the passion and raw emotion in your amazingly talented absolutely brilliant performance…well done young lady…
…We Can’t Stop – I love the passion behind this performance and the message of strength in the face of adversity which is how this song speaks to me…Not so much the crazy video that is done here but the powerful message of not letting negative haters get you down…Thank you Miley Cyrus for inspiring me never to let the haters get me down and so for that reason I too must soldier on…