1st Draft of Saving Face

1st Draft of Saving Face
A Short Story for reeltales.wordpress.com
(c) copyright 2011, Shundra L. Moore, all rights reserved

I’m a dumpter diver kind of. Remember one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. So treasure is what I’m after. I was looking for a special kind of treasure at the local grocery store food I could eat. I’m not ashamed really just hungry. Fruit that is not in season would go really good for breakfast. All you need is a good pocket knife to cut away the nasty bits. Nothing like hunting the grocery dumpters in Florida. Passion fruit and pears are a good mix. Sounds good to in a onomatopoeia kind of way. So I’m looking for the best for my morning fruit salad.

I never thought I would be in this spot I’m sombody you know. Well maybe you don’t well this is my story they call me the bag lady except I don’t really like bags, just the stuff in them. My family came from Japan but I’m an all American girl an equal opertunity scavenger. I don’t know a thing about the country really and not much about America if you want me to be honest with you I just want to go to the Grand Canyon for a visit have a RV take a shower that would be nice. I mainly take it one day at a time. Food for today a shower at the YMCA tomorrow I got it made really. Except for my medicines they talk you know they talk on their own. You take um and you in another world. At least that’s what my doctors tell me they don’t believe in supernatural events unless you go to their church.

The Hilton never seen the inside really just the Hilton express lobby I got kicked out they made a comment about the smell. I couldn’t smell it they said I stunk. Well that’s what I was there for a shower but never got into a room. I really like those commercials where they put you in another world and you save the day and get to say, I’m an imposter really but I’m smart I stayed at a Hilton Express.

It never gets cold here not that cold unless it rains and your clothes have to dry out. I’m getting ready for the holidays I want to go home but there is something about saving face. I’m the black sheep of the family so I don’t know if I can go back there or not. I’m an embarrassment to them but they go volunteer and help people like me every holiday so I don’t quite get it. I try to understand but they say I’m not capable. Its the medicine they tell me I have to take or I will become a harm to myself or my loved ones.

My preference is sunshine in a bottle instead of anti-depressants, but I have a temper I get mad and don’t know how to control myself they say. But if you ask me the medicine was bad. I’ve only had too incidents but everyone thinks I’m like that all the time. Two too many as far as they were concerned. So now I’m an exile in my own country cause I exposed myself to some pretty nasty spirits. Yeah I know that doesn’t have anything to do with breakfast. I digress. I think someone hudued my food really.

And when they hudue your food and you are not around your own kind the nasty spirits make you angry. But those doctors really think the medicine will fix a hex. So I’m cursed because I hung around the wrong crowd but no one tells me how to get out of one. Some say closure from tramatic events some say hire a hudue person to read you and find out who this bad spirit is. I don’t know really I don’t want to talk to anyone about it I just want a good breakfast. That’s as far as I can think today. The last time I tried to talk about the hex they pumped me full of medicine.

The Christians say we love you and God does too. He promises daily bread but I havent seen that lately. So this God of theirs breaks His promises. I asked Him for a shower and a house that was safe to stay in with no huedue there but the nuns said I didn’t ask their God right. So how do you ask for something you need these spirits seem to be following me. There’s a TV show where the girl gets paid for talking to these voices that the Christians tell me need to be casted out. I like the voices their the only company I have. And they say I’m dangerous becuase these mean spirits find me. They don’t seem mean to me just lonely like me.

So I really don’t know who to believe. Its all about saving face really. You know I’m even educated but not enough for a job. So you could call me a garbage scientist. Just tell me how to measure that. They say you can measure anything. I read it on a book cover. How to Measure anything in Business.  Well that doesn’t make any difference hopelessness can’t be measured as far as I’m concerned its one of those mean spirits that follow me around. Like I said I’m kind of used to them their my friends. Who’s going to replace them if they go. I’m not sure I’ll find a replacement I’m not a people person really I don’t act “normally” as they say. So how do I get back to the normal that everybody likes.

Guess that’s impossible you really can’t please everybody. Oh right but there is this movie called mission impossible. There was another movie about someone like me he played a musical instrument or something with strings attached. So maybe just maybe I could fake it a little. At least enough to get a home. Talk to the spirits when I’m alone and when I’m around people just don’t say anything to them. That’s what some doctors say the medicine will help you ignore them. But its not the medicine they are real but no one will believe me.

So I don’t get paid for seeing them like the people on TV. Sometimes I watch at the TV store down the street from the grocery store, you know they have the new flat screens now thin as a rail.

Part Two < of saving face later or finish the story yourself. Its an story idea. I’m learning to write so bear with me.

The Boardmaster

The Boardmaster (2nd Draft)

Its His board and we are just His pawns.
But know that it is His desire to upgrade us
To the most powerful piece on the board.
Up the ranks and through the files we move while He directs,
Then closer to Him as this game reflects,
A way to teach the player in time that His true value is within.

To teach that He never wastes a move,
From eternity He chimes with the an inner grove,
He made us before we were a form in our mother’s womb.
He makes us look like a queens and throws away the norm,
Even though we feel we are still just pawns on the inside.

Its a lonley game being royalty
When the world we live in courts hurt and pain.
But can we sustain ourselves until the end?
Guarding our the hearts until we see the Boardmaster’s hand.

What piece do we identify with?
The most or the least.
We sit in the Boardmasters chair and look like the least.
Even though it is already over
He offers a seat at His endtime feast.

The Gambit is on and the pawns are good.
But what if we lose in this life?
Remember the game does not end until He says when.
So what is the point of the game?

The Boardmaster uses His pen like a knife.
To cut away the pain and shun the strife.
One has to know His objective to co-operate.
He denotes every sorrow
He knows every tomorrow
And gives us the confidence to play on.

Confidence in the Boardmaster is winning this game.
But the Boardmaster plays both colors and takes no sides
So the goal is not just to win the game
But to get the Boardmasters attention.

Movie Poetry based on Searching for Bobby Fischer

James 2:1-10 & Luke 8:43-48 (CEV)

(c) 2011 SLM – Shunda L. Moore

My Fair Lady

Islam are you my friend?
Do you tell me the truth?

Islam are you my friend?
Am I an infidel?

Islam what do you do with infidels?
One problem Islam your supposed to be friendly.

I don’t have the money to pay
For my questions to be answered.
So they sell me for a dollar
And make me a collar
And mark me as sold.

SLM Shundra L. Moore

Karate Kid – Movie Review

Karate Kid Movie Review

John 14:27
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

28 Ye have heard how I said unto you, I go away, and com again unto you. If ye loved me, ye would rejoice, because I sad, I go unto the Father: for my Father is greater than I.

One scene in the movie that I want to concentrate on. The Teacher and the snake. Our main character was thinking about control rightly so. But he was thinking of controling the snake or someone else. In Christian circles we call this dominion. It is given to God’s children to take dominion over the earth and its creatures not another human being.

But the Teacher corrected him and said you did not pay close enough attention.  That lesson was about che in Christian circles we call it peace. Throughout the bible God is called the God of Peace.

Philipians 4:9 Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you.

Romans 16:20 And the God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet shortly. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. Amen.

But there is a false peace and the peace that only Jesus can give, and He gives to anyone who would but ask Him to give this kind of peace that is Kind and gentle. Anything else has a different source. Galatians 6 Brethren, if a man be overtaken in a fault, ye which are spiritual, restore such a one in the spirit of meekness, considering thyself, lest thou also be tempted. Sometimes it is all about you and considering thyself and how much God loves you. He loves us so much that He will take our punishment. So that we can have another chance at living.

So when we read the words of Jesus what do we consider about ourselves? Think about the fact that our evil actions cost Jesus His life. But we do not have to stay there. Consider that He laid down His life not that we should be punished again but that we could choose another path in a different direction. He can take our sadness and our anger and redirect it if we would recieve His peace and let the God of peace take control. No evil can take control if God is first in control.

God loves us and is not angry with any man. True power does not have time for misdirected anger. He wants the best for us. Remember even our dreams come from Him and they will come true when He the God of the universe is in control.

Later Alligator,
SLM, Shundra L. Moore

Degrees of Sanity

Hearing the sounds of a conspiracy?

Crazy is as crazy does but how does one gauge ones mental capacity.

A man dressed in white he knows what’s right,

And he gets to practice on me?

Precaution is what they take

When they disagree with each others doctrinal theories

But its my quaility of life that is at stake.

Freedom to believe in a reality no made by a man.

Freedom to believe in a reality that is  not politically correct

And one that does not fit into the humanistic sect.

Freedom to worship the God of Christianity.

Freedom to get my definition of sanity from

A little black book that is not a book at all.

Based on Mel Gibson’s Conspiracy Theory and Proverbs 21:31

The Little Girl Who Fell

There was a girl

Who took a twirl

And tumbled over and over again.

Then she fell into a spell

That transported her away.

She found herself face to face with a Lion

And started to cry,

And then she didn’t want to stay.

So she hauled off and took a swing

At the friendly Lion,

The Lion stopped her in mid air

With a gentle stare

And told her not to be afraid.

You have many friends here in this Land

So go play in the sands of my World.

But when you twirl in my World

Make sure you think of ME.

By Shundra L. Moore & Family

One Man is the Island

One Man is the Island
Wilson what is your goal
To comfort and to console.
Because I find myself alone
And my confidence all gone.
But despite how I feel I will strive on,
And trust the One who speaks peace to my a soul found in sinking sand.
All I must do is call,
And He reaches out His hand.

By Shundra Moore copyright © 2011, all rights reserved.

Movie Poetry: Cast Away (2000) & Hebrews 10:35

Wade in the Water

Wade in the Waters
Muddy the waters get,
When you wade.
If you test it you won’t sit
In the middle of that pool.

If that is all you have to drink
Let me offer you something else.
Its still water but of a different kind.
Water not from the factory of fools who do not need.
Or fools who do not feel the pain of dehydration.

Movie Poetry: Erin Brockovich 2000 & Isaiah 35:8, Rev. 8:10-11, Exodus 15:22-27 (KJV)
by Shundra L. Moore

The Pajama Man (1st Draft)

The Pajama Man (1^st Draft)

Suiting us up with night clothes
The pajama Man is working
To protect us against the enemy
In this war of words.
The fight is on and now we engage
The bad in the world that isolates.

The fight is against hate.
Those who because of blindness
Cannot participate,
In the global community
Of cooperation.

Powers of intolerance
With no blessings to bestow.
Instead of the principle thing
They preach the law of don’t.

Don’t do this
Don’t do that
Don’t live the life
That the Pajama Man tailor made
For you to live.

The Pajama Man lives
To suit us with tolerance for each one.
Even if we disagree on how to live,
On how to be happy in life.
He says live and love,
He says do this with Me.
The one who can
Open your eyes to the global community,
Of what a life can be.

When supported
When encouraged
To do life in the loud
Suited in the colors of the Pajama Man.

 (c) copyright  Shundra L. Moore,  all rights reserved 2011
inspiration: The Boy in the Striped Pajamas 2008

To the captive:

The Hidden Journey

What is hidden will come to the Light,

Were ever you find yourself.

If you are behind rods of iron

Or free as a morning dove.

Wisdom is knowing freedom is not where but Who.

A byte of testimony and the sacrifice of Our savior, Jesus

Sets us all on the hidden Journey of freedom that was never free.

Shundra L. Moore