Insight Can Come From Anywhere

Insight Can Come From Anywhere



One can occasionally pick up insight from someone or somewhere that can give you new insight into an event or situation you never thought of before.




It's extremely rare that one can pick up insight from someone's Facebook status (in fact it's extremely rare indeed).


But today it did happen.



A friend of mine had posted as her FB status,  "Be careful when trying to fix a broken person, for you may cut yourself on their shattered pieces."


When I first read this, the first thing that hit me was profound insight into an event in human history- in my opinion the most important event in human history.



I posted as my comment on this status,



"That quote of yours is very profound, Rez.
It's probably the best explanation I've encountered of why Christ had so many wounds and stripes.
He was trying to fix the broken persons of all of humanity."





As the Prophet Isaiah put it, "Surely He has borne our griefs,  and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem Him stricken,  smitten of God and afflicted.
But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities, the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed."
-Isaiah Chapter 53: 4-5





- A personal essay
  written by Christopher
  Tuesday, February 25th
  2014.


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Kangkung Is Not Enough

Kangkung Is Not Enough



When food prices rise and you find the cost of living is rather rough,
the average Malaysian knows that Kangkung is not enough,
this water spinach may satisfy sailorman Popeye's appetite
but for sound Malaysian health it's just not right.
But Malaysian Prime Minister Najib Razak does not care
Malaysian citizens can kiss his ass so bare
And if BBC News dares to mention his major gaffe
then kill Net freedom like a Danish giraffe.
Now Najib does not know what one should call God
whether ""Allah" or routine electoral fraud
that has kept this ass in power
through each passing hour
he does not need the citizens' votes
better they shove Kangkung down their throats.




Now Marie Antoinette said let them eat cake
but even that's too good for subjects of this rake
give them a taste of this morning glory
and Najib's subjects will be sorry
how dare they hunger and cry out for bread
what do they expect in a land that he led?



Now Joseph Goebbels looked on with admiration at Najib's censorship and suspension of speech that was free
as he took a break from Hell-fire to step outside and take a celestial pee
oh if only he had known when der Fuhrer was in power and there was a rise in the price of sauerkraut
which led to beer hall rumblings and complaints from many a sour kraut
But then there was no Net in his day
sigh! Now people will think his Reich was so gay.



Now there was a big gorilla
who posed for photos in Manila
and when he arrived on Malaysia's fair shores
and tried shopping for food in its stores
The prices he discovered were outrageously high
And this led the poor big ape to break down and cry
Eat Kangkung was the government's refrain
that had turned into many an ass a constant pain
so King Kong ate Kangkung
and died reciting Carl Jung.



Now on whatever Malaysian street you walk
where politicians only talk the talk
there will nowhere be seen Mr. Najib
As the dyslexic put it, he's wearing hajib.   





-A poem written by Christopher
 for my dear friend Kriztina
 Saturday February 22nd
 2014.


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Haikus About Today's Violent Crackdown In Ukraine

Haikus About Today's Violent Crackdown In Ukraine



The  police storm camp
many killed as protests crushed
Maidan Square flows blood

Ukraine's President
looks at himself in mirror
Stalin reflects back

O Darkling Thrush

O Darkling Thrush


O Darkling thrush is that your song I hear on  Vancouver street
As snow hits U.S. east and Australia swelters in the heat
For four  long  years my life was spectre-grey
And winter's dregs froze  my heart away
Only tangled bine-stems lined the sky
And all hope seemed to die
The land's sharp features really were a Century's corpse outleant
As I wrote of truths long forgot in a world that worshipped the opulent
All around me was death's dark canopy
how long would it be until he came for me?
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
choked from life my joy and mirth
And as waves crashed and thunder roared
And volcano rumbled from the earth's core
These events of weeks past
of gale force wind and wintery blast
It seemed every spirit on earth was as ferverlous as I
It seemed sun would melt and earth would die.


But has that aged thrush frail, gaunt and small
landed among the Towers of Gloom so tall
and dared to sing his song of hope
in a world that cannot cope
Has he sung his happy good-night air
Some blessed hope whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
I pray God, 'tis so, 'tis so.









The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy  was my dad's favourite poem. When my dad died from cancer four years ago, I had the poem Hardy's The Darkling Thrush read aloud at my dad's funeral in his honour.
Since that time, I had a nasty legal battle with my sister over my dad's Estate, I was forced to move out of the only house I had known since childhood and in this time of severe trouble and misfortune, I did find out who my real friends were and I found out I didn't have many.
So 14 months ago, I moved to a new city, Vancouver on Canada's West Coast to begin my life anew.
And in that time, my dad's Estate still wasn't settled as the incompetent lawyer my well-meaning but  business matters inept godfather the Executor hired to look after my dad's Estate failed to do the proper paperwork and make government deadlines thus dragging out the matter for years.
Then a lying crooked property restoration company launched a claim against my dad's Estate for work they never did.
Finally last week I finally received the Final Forms of Release Letters for my dad's Estate.
Today I finally managed to find a Notary in Vancouver who charged a reasonable fee and not an arm and a leg for witnessing and notarizing the signing of those documents.
Hopefully now the song of the Darkling Thrush is now breaking forth in my life and I wrote the above poem in tribute to my dad's favourite poem The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy.



-written by Christopher
 Monday February 17th
 2014.


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Haiku About Shirley Temple

Haiku About Shirley Temple

Her smile made world smile
Now the Good Ship Lollipop
sailing heaven bound

Haiku About The 50th Anniversary of The Beatles' Debut On The Ed Sullivan Show

Haiku About The 50th Anniversary of The Beatles'  Debut On The Ed Sullivan Show



So Ed Sullivan
had really big "shoo" that night
The Beatles debuted

Haiku About Cassius of William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar

Haiku About Cassius of William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar



A lean hungry look
he would not have slain Caesar
had he ate Big Mac

Haiku About Oscar Wilde's Last Words On His Deathbed

Haiku About Oscar Wilde's Last Words On His Deathbed


Oscar on deathbed
Either that wallpaper goes
or I do said Wilde

Haiku About Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray

Haiku About Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray



He forever young
walks streets while portrait decays
scapegoat for his sins

Why Wouldn't George Washington Be Elected President of The United States Today?

Why Wouldn't George Washington Be Elected President of The United States Today?


Here's a joke I thought up while swimming in the pool last night:


Question:  Why wouldn't George Washington be elected President of the United States today?



Answer:  Because he who cut down the cherry tree and admitted it could never tell a lie.

Haiku About The Super Bowl

Haiku About The Super Bowl



New TV ads shown
Pop stars orgasm at half time
Sports game played as well

Haiku About Joe Psychic's Prediction About What The Groundhog Will See For Groundhog Day Tomorrow

Haiku About Joe Psychic's Prediction About What The Groundhog Will See For Groundhog Day Tomorrow




Joe Psychic predicts
groundhog won't emerge at all
will watch Super Bowl