Poet Beth "Batyah" Elishevah Ginzberg expresses her creative poetic meditations about water as a very powerful atmospheric element of the environment. Ginzberg wrote these poems at the East Rogers Park Lake Michigan Beaches, on-the-spot, to experientially convey the full effect of the Great Lakes of Chicago, IL USA for your reading pleasure.

Monday, November 20, 2017

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE

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Who are you? You are exactly just how you were and are now, not a change, wave after wave of water, different molecules in each wave of water, but still all water, water is water, each bubble of water comprised of similar cells, some living some not. Will water change you? Beavers like water and build their homes in water and clean their hands in water, beavers are from the rat family. Hands so dirty that even water with soap will not clean them. Are you rinsing off the sins from your hands, and then saying you committed no sins and are clean and good?

Jane Austen, never read her but pride is arrogance as puffed up as a Parrot fish. Said to be too good to eat pork, that because "they" say don't eat it, to not eat it. Who are they, and what is pork. Pork is a meat from the friendliest animal in existence. People own pigs as pets and they are known to be very affectionate pets, very true and loving. What are you eating when you eat pork? You are eating an understanding of the troubles of the poor and oppressed, and then developing loving-kindness for them instead of making them your customer and then ripping them off of money they do not have. Just go into the "red" and buy, buy, buy.

To go back to the piglet and to chew up meat to stay pure. The pork will cleanse your body and your mind, keep your soul pure, and it will save you from wickedness.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

WHO OWNS ALL THE OIL? KING ABDULLAH

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What is water? Water is H2O. It is a combination of electrons that bounce from level to level with protons and neutrons. Water is transparent not translucent, the state of being in translucency is for lunatics, blurring what you see because you are not qualified to see it, when water is translucent it is because it is filthy dirty. Go ahead imagine what you cannot see, imagine a sea that you see when you come to terms with the fact that the Red Sea when you see it, the Sea of "Reeds," never split and no one was drowned in it when the waves folded, even tsunamis realistically cannot perform this impossibility.

A Red Sea, a sea colored red, okay, there are iron deposits on its shore that ooze into the water and color it red, scientifically explainable. Red being the color of the suite of Santa Claus, not as red kosher wine, or the blood of an enemy. Mineral deposits all along the shores, not just of the Red Sea, many seas and seashores everywhere.

Oil? Your cooking olive oil will not feed your car vehicle to function, it is not olive oil we need, but instead Black Gold, not a wig of gold-ish blonde on someone's head, but Black Gold being the oil underground located in the neighborhoods of Jordan, Israel being surrounded by good Arab neighbors who own oil wells and they wish to share it. Who to sell it to and how much in quantity and for how much money? This is entirely the owner's choice.

Who actually has the power here, not braggarts of this power, just tilling oil everyday, like clockwork.

Is your gas tank full? Winter is coming and you'll need a full tank so the ice condensation does not freeze in your gas tank.

Happy Seasons Greetings Travels!!! 

Thursday, November 2, 2017

AND WE ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER

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Fuller Brush salesmen, wanting to take a piece of the cake, not frosting on this cake for them, so-called missionaries who are not on our same mission, a blah blah organization with an open purse for you to fill it, telling you that you need them, but our languages are not the same, forked tongues with which they speak, your mouthful is full of Mother's milk and there is no room for you in your fried Chinese rice for locusts to eat with or without a fork, spoon or chopsticks.

A spoonful of love from the rain outside as you extend your tongue out of your mouth to catch a cool raindrop, a real raindrop made of real water, no chlorine, no bleach, no detergent, not to say it is water when instead it is wine.

Open purses like mouths forcing make-believe stories for you to memorize, can you curl your tongue, can you swallow?

Time for a bedtime story? Only if the ending is "...and we all lived happily ever after. Amen."