[Faith.Hope.Love]'s diary
| My AWESOME, REAL, TRUE friend's words, a person of INTEGRITY, CLASS, VIRTUE, TRUTH, HONOUR, RESPECT, etc., etc.. ...and even with all the success, awards, and highly respected social status, he is and remains humble. To be respected and admired by him, a person of his "Caliber of Character", there are no words to describe what this means to me, ESPECIALLY after being put through hell, so cruelly and viciously ostracised and bullied by Hedda and several others involved on Elftown and then being made to have to put up with him invading my privacy STILL; listening in on my phone conversations, getting into my computer, my online accounts, messing with my friends' accounts and devices, and the list goes on and then people SUPPORTING THIS! HEINOUSLY DESPICABLE!!! Then "I" am expected to grovel, to accept the blame for ALL of "their" wrongdoing! Yet, I'm called crazy, the lunatic because I refuse to go along with their will, their INSANE line of thinking. pffffft This makes Hedda's opinion and all those who support him's opinions dead in the water and shows them as the spine- less, despicable people they are. So, let's see, a hacker and eavesdropper into peoples' private lives, stealing their work, using people to abuse them, and then lying about them and slandering their names to cover up what you're guilty of doing? Nice for your resume, Hedda. May I suggest you list "these beauties" first? Let people know who and what you REALLY are. You can't even come close to be the kind of person Qazi is because you'd much rather be a rotten bastard. Users and abusers are losers! Liars and deniers are expires! The REAL shame in all of this? Hedda IS capable of GREAT things, GREAT, GOOD things. He's just unmotivated to and too lazy to pursue what's the best within him. Hedda would much rather be a low-life instead. |
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"Thee Master Of Love"
| No hobble, no noose, no chain, nor rope, Shall tame my spirit nor steal my hope. My spirit, my heart, my soul, born free, Shall remain unbroken as meant to be. No form of control shall such a burden I bear By those self serving, with arrogant air. For I shall not be herded, corralled, restrained, By those with agendas, for evil, ordained. On the path least trodden, wild and free, Where Love and Truth allures, entices me, Not by force, but with Velvet Reins, Not by deceit, but of Truthful Grains, Is where my spirit, my heart does roam, Is where my soul of loyalty rests at home. For the Path of Truth, is Freedom’s Path, The Path of Love and free of wrath. From the Vineyards of Life’s Grapevine, With Vessels of Love’s Sweetest Wine, My thirst is quenched but still I aspire To follow the Light, my internal desire. My hunger satisfied, yet never completely, For Grains of Truth appease me sweetly. No hobble, no noose, no chain, nor rope, Shall tame my spirit nor steal my hope. My spirit, my heart, my soul, born free, Thee Master of Love is Thee Master of me. |
Poem by Artsieladie, aka Sharon Donnelly ©2014-09-20 05:05:00 (EST)
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Inspired by God/Allah ♥
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"Inner Power"
| Be the best of you, the best of who you are; Emancipate yourself to illuminate your star! Accentuate your positive, in yourself believe, All that you perpetuate, you will then receive. Weed out all the negative, meant to dim your Light, Cultivate the best in you, keep this in your sight. Life will throw us curve balls when we least expect, But we're just being tested to know what to reject. Keep your attitude positive, be grateful everyday For each and all your blessings that have come your way. Remember to be kind, considerate, show compassion, These are key positives, never out of fashion. Do onto others as you would like done onto you, Show respect to receive respect, this remember too. Do not let mistakes deter you from your mission, For they must be made for success to reach fruition. Lessons in life must be learned, scars, some will leave, Let them be reminders of your courage, over, not to grieve. Life is an adventure, with each day a brand new quest, With new challenges to face, face them with your best. There is an Inner Power in all of us called Love, It is the very best from which we're all made of. We release our Inner Power, when we're the best of who we are, And the Light that emanates outshines the brightest star! |
Art/Poem by Artsieladie, aka Sharon Donnelly ©2014-08-23 17:22:00 (EST) All rights reserved.
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#Poetry #RealMen
A real "gentleman" with a heart that's true, gentle, and kind...
"A Real Man"
| Any man can be physically strong, But a real man is gentle and kind. Any man can be tough and stern, But in a real man softness one can find. Any man can be ruthless with his dealings, But a real man credits others for his success. Any man can denounce he has feelings, But a real man has courage, will them, express. Any man can feel superior, feed his ego, idealise, But a real man practices humility, in self ratifies. Any man can demand loyalty, honour, and respect, But a real man earns these before he'll expect. Any man can presume, state he's always right, But a real man admits his wrongs without a fight. Any man can be brutal, use physical force, But a real man, diplomacy he does endorse. Any man can show aggression, claim possession, But a real man curbs his anger, uses discretion. Any man, a woman, can harbour lust for, But a real man knows Love is the real, true score. Any man can readily see a woman's outward beauty, But a real man seeks her within as his desire and his duty. Any man can guard his innermost part, But a real man knows and shows his heart. For it takes a real man to his feelings express And it takes a real man to them 'intimately' undress. |
Written by Artsieladie/Sh
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#Gifted #GiftedChildre
I can relate to this article most definitely. As a child I always felt I didn't belong; I didn't fit in; I was strange, unlovable, unworthy, except with/for the beautiful and saving, Loving support and faith in me by my Beloved Mother and a few supportive adults in my life who told me I was ahead of my time, incredibly mature for my age and Gifted. Otherwise, I was belittled, made fun of, mocked, etc. unmercifully by other children, by some teachers, and by my stepfather in cruel ways such as being told I was stupid, ugly, retarded, a waste of space, weird, that my Mother should have aborted me, I would never amount to a hill of beans, the world would be a better place if I wasn't in it, etc..
But I was Gifted! As much as I was ridiculed in regards to who I was myself, my creative side I was highly admired for, even by those who otherwise ridiculed me. So even though I was otherwise deemed worthless, my Gift of artistic and creative ability was considered to be remarkable and it is through my Gift that I was able to see at least, some self worth in spite of having my worthlessness driven home with me by others but not enough to deter me from harbouring a deep desire to be more like others. I craved being accepted and Loved.
I went through this internal battle for years. But it's my Gift that has always gotten me through. If I couldn't please another or others by being me, I could always please others with my artistic skills. As much as this may seem like a detriment, it very much so, was the silver lining, the "Gift FOR the Gift" because feeling rejected was the catalyst for intensifying my desire to strive for perfection, to be the best I could possibly be and not just with my Gift but with myself as a person as well.
This sparked in me that I had something to prove, that all those who mocked me, put me down, told me how worthless I was, etc. were wrong. I looked at my situation as, I had two choices. I could either 'be' as they said I was/am -or- I could be 'not' what they said. Not liking what they described, I chose the latter because through my Gift I knew I had in me the determination to prove the offenders wrong. I knew I couldn't do much about my looks, but myself as a person, "I" was/am in command, not others.
I still struggled with being accepted however and thinking that if I did things perfectly, then others couldn't find fault with me and would then accept me. This instilled in me profoundly the desire to seek the nearest to perfection I could possibly achieve, with my art, with myself, with everything I set my mind to. To this day this internal drive remains. I am my own toughest critic. However, I am now ridiculed and criticised for being this 'striver for perfection' AND by the very same types who mocked me and ridiculed me when I was a child. Only now, I've come to realise through life's experiences, I am not the one with the lack of worthiness. Those who mock me, ARE.
When you have no other choice than to be alone, feel alone, you realise the person you're alone with me, yourself, MUST BE a person you can not just put up with, but Love. So in the whole process of striving to be the best me I can, I've also achieved being a person I enjoy being alone with. I no longer need nor do I seek the approval or acceptance of others because those who reject me aren't people I want to be accepted by any longer. Although life's been a bit rough at times, I have found peace and comfort with who I am. I have found people who practice and appreciate the true values of life as I do, respect and admire me 'for me', for 'who I am' as a person. Therefore, those who don't, don't because of their own inadequacies, not mine.
The point to this is not about what I've been through. It's about making the choice to rise above those who judge you, who put you down, but in actuality are so lacking themselves the maturity, the self discipline to cultivate the traits and characteristic
Therefore, with my deepest and most profound thanks, I say "thank you" most especially to Hedda, the patron saint of 'respect for people's privacy' integrity... *cough cough* ...and ALL those who support him with his mockery, belittlement, etc. of me for objecting to him violating MY privacy, because you ALL have shown me so clearly the type of person NOT to be like in any way, shape, or form. Continue onward being your "worst of selves"!
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These two paragraphs particularly point out some questions I still ask today and frustrations I still feel deep inside...
"Because gifted children are able to consider the possibilities of how things might be, they tend to be idealists. However, they are simultaneously able to see that the world is falling short of how it might be. Because they are intense, gifted children feel keenly the disappointment and frustration which occurs when ideals are not reached. Similarly, these youngsters quickly spot the inconsistencie
When gifted children try to share these concerns with others, they are usually met with reactions ranging from puzzlement to hostility. They discover that others, particularly of their age, clearly do not share these concerns, but instead are focused on more concrete issues and on fitting in with others’ expectations. Often by even first grade, these youngsters, particularly the more highly gifted ones, feel isolated from their peers and perhaps from their families as they find that others are not prepared to discuss such weighty concerns."
Continue reading at link site...
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God Lives Inside My Heart
| God Lives Inside My Heart, Most Loving is thee part, My truest, deepest place, of my beating heart. He lives in my heart as thee One I Exalt, But also as the part of me, naturally by default. He speaks to me softly so that I may hear, To know He's always with me, that I needn't fear. To listen to Him speak, silent I must be, My attention only focused on the Voice of He. Guiding my heart and soul, is His Presence so Divine, By Intuition and Conscience deep in this heart of mine. He speaks to me with Truth. He speaks to me with Love. He speaks to me with Wisdom, from within, around, above. God leads my heart. God shows the way. God shines His Light both night and day. With God leading my heart and so, leading my way, His Words of encouragement, His guidance for I Pray. So following my heart, is my only choice, That I may be close to hear God's Holy Voice. When I follow my heart in accordance to His Will, Then I'm following Him, whether down or uphill. I know He tests my Faith, even lets me go astray, So the feeling lost from Him, I will know and feel dismay And lost from His comfort, His Abiding Love so Great, I'll desire to return to Him. I will not hesitate. God resides in my heart, keeps my lantern burning bright, That it may radiate and to others show my Light. So other souls lost can know and hope and see There is a better path for them to from darkness be set free. God Lives Inside My Heart, gives His Blessings so profound, Gives that I may share them, with Love, spread around. God Lives Inside My Heart as my Master, as my Lord. His Truth is my shield. His Love is my sword. |
By Artsieladie, aka Sharon Donnelly ©2014-09-12 09:00:00 (EST)
Inspired by God. ♥
With deepest felt thanks and profound gratitude to Qazi Qamaruddin, my amazing friend, for helping me find the appropriate words needed in the first verse. ♥
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So Mr. Asshole, you want to mess with MY name, do you? Well, now I've got ANOTHER "Artsieladie" link on the 'Net now. ..And I didn't lose it in the one you thought you could do your little trick with. You sure like to "USE" my name for "your" benefit though, don't you? Users and abusers are losers!
When you find yourself being put down by people who can't own up to their own transgressions and mistakes and so, choose to lie about and deny them instead, consider the source of the disapproval, realise not only do they have no vote but their opinion isn't worth anything because they have no value of character, no integrity.
On the flip side, when you find yourself being respected and admired by people of integrity, honour, and virtue, THIS speaks volumes about your own integrity, honour, and virtue.
So as far as the human snakes who belittle and bash me? pfffffft I stood up to the plate, admitted to and apologised for my mistakes, but just as I figured, my accusers don't have the guts to do likewise, just excuse after excuse and denial. Such are the ways of cowards. No character, no backbone, no guts. ..And ass kissers and brown nosers and suck ups to the likes of these cowards? Birds of a feather flock together!
Mr. I Spy: YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! I HOPE YOU FUCKING ROT IN HELL YOU ARROGANT, SNEAKY, LYING BASTARD! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE!
"Dear Pot"
| Before you call the Kettle black, Before you, the Kettle, with words attack, Look at your own self, blacker than coal, But you haven't the guts to face the toll. So all you can see Is fault with me, While from your own you frantically flee. Here's a mirror, a good look take, The black you see is real not fake. |
~ Artsieladie, aka Sharon Donnelly ©2014-09-03 21:18:00 (EST)
Wow! I guess the 25th of August is still burning your butt, eh, Mr. I Spy, Mr. Ramanjit? I only have 22 red flags linking you together and now here's just one more. Oh but they are all fucking bloody coincidences I suppose. ASSHOLE!! You break your #1 rule!
Well, here's a nice reminder:
"Gifts Are Blessings"
| A Gift is a Blessing, A Blessing meant to share, To touch the hearts of others To show how much we care. God gives us Blessings of Gifts, They're not meant to be wasted, But they can only be fulfilled, When others' hearts have tasted. |
Written by Artsieladie, aka Sharon Donnelly ©2014-08-21 13:00:00 (EST)
Conclusions drawn as a result should not wear the blame." ~ #ArtsieladieQu
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| "Like the owl, you are highly intuitive. You can trust your instincts above all else, and you listen to your inner guide. You can see what others don't or won't see. You see everyone for who they truly are, and that frightens them. You are a natural lie detector. You can see past masks and facades. No one can hide from you. You have a quiet and gentle wisdom. You don't go around bragging about how smart or wise you are. You are good at uncovering potential in yourself and others. You are a catalyst for positive growth and change. You have a lot of creative and dynamic energy. You are focused on all of the possibilities in life." |
"Whooo Are You?"
| If you're bluffing real or being my friend, A word to the wise for those who pretend. I’ll see through your lies, through your fake, All the deceptive measures you’ll take. You may believe you’re fooling me, But that’s your ego by which you see. I’ll watch you build your castle of lies And not say boo, let you surmise That I’m in the dark, that I can’t see, The disguise you’re putting over on me. I’ll chuckle and grin as I watch you, Add more lies to your deceitful brew. But more importantly, I must tell, A tragedy living in you doth dwell. The tragedy is, as you’re lying to me, You’re lying to you but you can’t see. The fool you’re fooling, in the mirror, face, The one looking back is who you disgrace. It is bad to lie to others, to me, But lying to oneself is the real tragedy. Living a lie, built on the same, Is living a life riddled with shame. First with oneself, honest be one must, True and real for thyself to trust, Before with others one can be likewise, Free from the chains of deceitful disguise. So, If to I, to yourself, you cannot be true, Don’t fault me for seeing through you. If the real in you, you cannot accept, It’s your job not mine to intercept, To make adjustments, to upgrade, Cast out the fake, the false charade. Be real, the best of who you are, You then will shine just like a star! When you shine, with Love you’ll glow, You’ll be someone you’ll be glad to know. You’ll need to weave lies or hide no longer, The energy saved will make you stronger To onward remain on the truthful path, Harbouring for self no disgust or wrath. But Love instead for yourself you’ll feel, At peace with harmony about your real. You’ll radiate and shine ever so bright, Attracting others with Love and Light. If you're bluffing real, playing pretend, The one you're hurting is you, my friend. |
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by Artsieladie Donnelly, aka Sharon Donnelly, aka Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2014-07-17 17:35:00 (EST)
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Original photo by Chraecker
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"Castle Building"
| Build with bricks of lies Your castle on the sand But when the Waves Of Truth come in, Your castle will not stand. Build your castle on the truth For it is the solid rock And when waves of lies come in, Deceit cannot dock! |
~ Artsieladie, aka Sharon Donnelly ©2014-08-21 11:28:00 (EST)
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"With words of kindness, generous be;
While words to criticise use sparingly.
Give compliments without hesitation;
Criticise with caution and reservation." ~ #ArtsieladieQu
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It would be SO nice IF I could actually have a PRIVATE conversation on MY phone!!!!!!!!!
