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 (1st 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
A Letter to my friends:
A Letter to my friends:
You are My friend when you feed the least.
When you visit those who cannot leave
The confines of their hardened heart.
You are My friend when you love in spite of
The sins that so easily beset
Call Me I will answer.
And give you bread that you know not of.
For you and your house
For all who come by to ask for fresh manna.
Remember when I come again to sup with you.
Know that a stranger does not come knocking,
But your Friend.
Shundra L. Moore
To the Daughters of Jerusalem
An Open Letter To: The Daughters of Jerusalem.
Song of Songs 5:8
8 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you—
if you find my beloved,
what will you tell him?
Tell him I am faint with love.
When you go in Prayer what do you tell Him?
Do you tell Him I love Him?
But I cannot find Him why does He hide from me?
Where is my beloved should I not ask?
But I will seek Him daily and sit at His feet.
And He promised it will not be taken from me.
Have you chosen me my Beloved?
Or has He chosen you.
I look for my Beloved in the streets
I seek Him in the gates.
But there is no one there.
My kinsmen do not see.
His footsteps in the sands
His hands carrying me.
Shundra L. Moore
Tough Cookies – Acts 19:11-20
Tough Cookies - Acts 19:11-20 Unnamed Antagonist So where is the dough? Kenwright. You have to tell me where you guys hid the money or we will be here all day. I'll untie you after you spill the beans. Kenwright The beans are in the cubbord on the left. But I'm not telling you anything, besides you know everything I know. Anyway its a long story. Unnamed Antagonist I told you I'm not going anywhere until you tell me where the money is hidden. Kenwright Ok you asked for it. There where certain sons of a Jewish High priest. They found a demon possessed woman she was severely tormented. Unnamed Antagonist Wait just a minute. I don't want to hear a folk tale I want to know about the money. Kenwright There is no money. Not the kind you are looking for. Just stories that lead to true riches. Some true some just as true in principle. So do you want to know how we hide meaning in the story or not. Unnamed Antagonist You mean to tell me there is no money. How are you livin? Don't you have to eat. Kenwright I'm full and I usually stay that way. I don't skip a meal unless I want to. It's not that kind of food that sustains a human being anyway. Unnamed Antagonist I'm confused? You live in this house and have your fill of food and there is no exchange of money? Kenwright Its not about the money that you spend at the store. And No the local store won't just take my word that will pay them for the food. But like I said its not about the money. Do you want to know my secret or not? Unnamed Antagonist You mean to tell me you think I'm going to sit still while you tell me a folk tale. This is a bunch of nonsense. How bout I just kill you right now and go on my way. Kenwright Then you are going to go on your dangerous road and meet your self at the end of it. Unnamed Antagonist I'm not going to meet anyone who is going to pay me back for what I do to you. But even if I do. What does that matter anyway. You live and learn. I'm the master of my own fate. I do what I want, when I want, and how I want. So you can stop trying to convert me to your way of thinking. I'm my own god. Kenwright Ok so grant my dying wish. I want to tell you a story. Unnamed Antagonist I had no intention of killing you. That is until you told me there was no money. You could have lied. You know I what I wanted and that I would not be happy without the cash. You could have lied. Kenwright Well that would negate my point. Unnamed Antagonist Which is? Kenwright Well for that you would have to hear the story. Unnamed Antagonist Why don't I just kill you now? Kenwright Because you don't want to. If you did I would be dead already. Unnamed Antagonist Ok so you have a point, tell me the story and make it quick. Looks like I will need to get going as soon as possible, someone is going to miss you soon. Kenwright There was this Rabbi and his sons. The sons of this Sceva stumbled upon a certain man. He was full of evil spirits. They decided he needed religion. So they told him the Gospel and tried to convert him to Christianity. The certain man said the prayer and they left. They came back to check on him. He was still full of demons. So they told him why he was tormented. He didn't believe enough. This is the only reason why he was still bound. The demons spoke back and said. He believes you. But he doesn't know your Rabbi. Unnamed Antagonist What does that mean? Kenwright I will answer your question after you answer mine. What is your name anyway? You have bound me up and put me in this chair and demanded payment from me. Unnamed Antagonist Self Righteousness. So I have answered you now you will answer me. What does that mean? You have no payment and I have changed my mind. I will kill you now. Unless you pay me now. Kenwright Jesus, please don't you have a heart. I told you I can't pay you. Self Righteousness. Exactly. All Kenwright could do is say the sinners prayer. He was sure that he was going to die. What else should he do? He couldn't think of anything else. So he quoted Paul. And waited for the death blow. I have finished the "good" fight. I have kept the faith. I have finished my course. Self Righteousness killed him. He woke up in Hell unbound and free looking at Self Righteousness. Kenwright. What's this? I am a Christian. Self Righeousness You weren't on the list. All I have is your resume. Listing what you have done In Jesus name. Sorry, its not enough. Kenwright I'm at a loss for words. Is there anything I can do? Self Righteousness No. Its to late. You couldn't do anything to deserve this. By the way I'm still confused. Did you really think you could save yourself?
IF
IfA big if stands in the wayIt stands to the right and saysThe only qualifier for my blessingIs the one who became the blessing.He broke himself apartUsing the hands of menWho didn't know Him.He no longer uses the door of IFHe tore that door downAnd stands in its place.Qualifying all who come through Him.ISAIAH 58
Comedy of Errors
Life transformation
Or actors in a tragedy of errors.
You can fool people easily
But not Daddy God who cares to love
Through us.
People act to hide their shame
People know who is to blame
The enemy of our souls.
But some don’t know Daddy God who can free them.
They act so men can see their comedy of errors.
Our enemy is the only one who is entertained.
Will you turn your head and add more shame.
Through us and too us is how Daddy God wants to act.
What will you offer the cast of this comedy of errors.
The Worship
They said therefore, “What is this that He says, ‘A little while’? We do not know what He is saying.”
(John 16:18 NKJV)
Therefore you now have sorrow; but I will see you again and your heart will rejoice, and your joy no one will take from you.
(John 16:22 NKJV)
I found myself in a ship that was full of holes and burned from the inside out. Don’t know how I got there. But this was not the place for me. But I knew I had to remember this place that I would be freed from because there were others hidden from view. They wanted desperately to be free from this hip full of holes.
But this place was our only shelter there was nothing out there but open sea. None of us knew where to find shelter on the open ocean. We saw no Captain of this large boat, we were adrift. Then suddenly I saw with my eyes my fellow passengers. Wounded and broken bandaged and bruised. We waited there for someone to attend to us. The Doctor never showed his face.
At that time anyone could have shown up in His place weather they be friend or foe and said they came in the Doctors name/place. We did not think to pray so we just waited for someone, anyone to come. And we drifted on to our destination. My nearest fellow passenger spoke to me trying to pass the time: These holes were not the normal wear and tear of time. This boat was meant to be a warship.
I wonder how long we are going to be here in this boat without the Doctor. Will He come? We need Him to come now. But if we die in this place we all have decided to wait for the Doctor. Where is He anyway?
Da Hood
Da Hood: isms and denominations in the Church. I’m attempting to write about what I have experienced in my short life. I know we like to talk about racism as being just black and white or being between high yellow and dark skinned African-Americans. But what I like to talk about in my next story are sects and clicks in the Church or the Kingdom as a whole.
A small church group is fine some call this a cell group within a church. And we can use these differences as strengths if we try hard enough. We gather together by our interest. And our hobbies can turn into an occupation or a career. But the most important thing in the Church or the Kingdom of God circle is not forgetting Our Lord amongst all of our busy work. And in this next story I will try to focus on worship in times of extreme danger. Like martyrs in this world have throughout history. It doesn’t have a name yet. But I will be working on it along with turning Ruby into a hypertext fiction story. Peace Out.
Prison Colony 139
I can’t remember when I last saw daylight. I work from the inside. My brothers sold me into slavery because of the world wide famine. What can I say they were hungry. But we didn’t expect anything worse coming on the world scene. But it got worse. I think I heard of this law, and I’m paraphrasing If it can get bad it will. Thank God I don’t live my life by that one.
Food sources got really slim and we where thankful for potatoes and onions on a good day. To make a long story short the slave traders came through town and they sold me. I was daddy’s favorite and a dreamer who loved the attention. So this was a real environment change.
Mental torture and ridicule are par for the course here on Prison Colony 139. Dirt, grime and starvation thrown in just to add a little seasoning to the pot. Fits the description of this whole planet. It was made just for punishment. The oxygen level barley sustains human life. Everything is at minimal levels. This place was not made for rehabilitation, so no one really expects us to leave alive. But that is not my expectation. There is no chance that I will die on this planet.
High Ranking Woman: 8132 come here, I want to speak to you.
Samuel aka 8132: Yes Mistress. What do you need. I just finished my work detail.
High Ranking Woman: 8132 you are to come with me everyday and um, do what I tell you.
Samuel aka 8132: Mistress you already know that my work detail is overtime on the long sunset days. And I may not be able to carry out those orders. This one was sneaky. I was going to be on my guard. She had a reputation of losing prisoners. And not knowing what she did with them. We were just toys to her. Just a number and not human. She had been watching me for years and I knew it was a matter of time before this test of faith came.
High Ranking Woman: Don’t you worry your little head about that. I’ll take care of all the details. You must follow my orders. I’m of high rank. Fourth in line for the headship of this facility. But you already know that don’t you.
Samuel aka 8132: Yes Mistress.
High Ranking Woman: So we are clear on your duty. It has been changed. Your whole company will report to me. Of course I know the inmates regard you as their leader. Even some of the spineless guards consider you first over their positions. This will have to change.
Samuel aka 8132: Yes Mistress. 1.39 CEV
Prison Colony 139
Author and copyright holder © copyright 2010-12 Shundra L. Moore, all rights reserved
This story is not in the public domain.
I am Eating
I am Eating
Breaking bread at the Masters table.
Eating as much as I am able.
Giving thanks to the Father
For His community.
People who meet in His Name.
Praising the works for which He came.
Eating from a common bowl.
The whole Word broken into.
A small fragment of lasting substance
Falling from the sky
Heaven sent.
Gathered from the House of Israel each day.
Joined together and rooted in Jesse.
We are in Jesus the Messiah
The reason why we celebrate.
(c) copyright 2010-12, Shundra L. Moore, all rights reserved
This poem is not in the public domain
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