• Movies 01.04.2009 No Comments

    A Movie Foreword and Synopsis

    Abortion rejects life from this world. But perhaps, life is not ready to leave. If you read this, you were not aborted!…Or, were you?

    Rejection is an experience that most people deal with over and over in some form or another. Notwithstanding the difficulties of rejection, most people manage to go on living by making the necessary adjustments–allowing them to compensate for failure; by so doing, they gain some degree of acceptance, or become contented to accept their fate of reoccurring rejection. That is most people!! On the other hand, it is hardly the case with a generation at the mercy of living demons; unborn rejection, before they are granted an opportunity to prove worthy of acceptance.

    The screenplay, “Rejected” presents various stories prompted by newspaper reports on rejection of unwanted babies. These events are based on factual stories, while the connective material of character portrayal is intended for dramatic purposes.

    This world of people–at large–are attempting to discover a valid place in the world. Their intent question is: “What is life, and is it worth living, for the living? And more, should the people privileged to have life allow unborn generations the same privilege, or reject them on the bases of intrusion into their undetermined future?” The fortunate living generation have the responsibility to find their own meaning for existence, and also, they must choose a place for their offspring.

    There is a growing refusal to allow new generations the right to impose a burden upon the living, by adding inconveniences to those already present, thus, preventing ambitious people from achieving their determined desires. Moreover, young people who are a vibrate part of this world are allowed to live regardless of a valid reason to prove their worthiness to be accepted or rejected. They have the same rights as any living being–to gain the mysteries of this world: whether it be joy, pain, love, confusion, and acceptance or rejection.

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    The author concerns himself with newspaper reports that reveal the direction our world appears to be taking–regarding abortion. The only authoritative claim he makes upon the subject, is life itself; he claims his own right to breathe the air of mortality. Any right-minded person would never choose to protest his claim. Even though he claims no medical opinion on the subject, or moral demands upon another’s judgement, he is compelled to imagine a social trend where people have ceased to love one another; and without love, therefore, they have stopped wanting their offspring.

    Life begins to lose meaning when there is no generation upcoming to handle the affairs of life, which have carefully been developed by the old generation. They have taken great pride in discovering the scientific method derived by man’s intellect–but to what purpose…but total annihilation of their own kind.

    The world is evidently filled with chaotic emotions that pass frustrations from one generation to the next–until no one can cope with realities. Instead of resolving the causes of frustration, they decide to abort the heirs of their troubles.

    Many events have been accumulated and put into story form. After formulating a story, the author proceeded to write the screenplay based on a view of human life during its embryonic stages and a common blindness to see its value. Since everything a person may become is contained within the egg and sperm, the value of life begins even before conception.[/pay]

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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Pursue diligently the true treasures of heaven;
    Obtain the pleasure…that measures mortality.
    Aim for constraint to buy the wings of freedom;
    And gratify the congenial anatomical surreality.

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    Pursue diligently the true treasures of heaven;
    Obtain the pleasure…that measures mortality.
    Aim for constraint to buy the wings of freedom;
    And gratify the congenial anatomical surreality.

    As fulfillment joins with its own–unto angels,
    Virtue soon opens a phenomenal mirror image.
    Supreme destiny finally understands the devils,
    Where degradation is a replacement of usage.

    One might perceive sum behavior satisfaction;
    Attempting a reach for the limits of carnal light.
    The usage of surplus mind…derives inspiration;
    Thinking power is won…by an increase of sight.

    If man will bravely go where no man has gone,
    He presumptuously estimates the rise of a soul.
    A heavenly pursuit is more than bravery, alone;
    For deity demands wisdom–a restraint of gold.

    What you seek, threatens with a sharp edged pain;
    For, to get what you want, isn’t lovely as it seems.
    An alluring attraction–outsets a quest in the brain;
    To acquire beauty–by adhesion to a passion team.

    Resolve to be content with your lack of real need,
    ‘Cause beauty, manufactors deep inside the brain.
    If heavenly gold is solid, with corruptive mortality,
    Then a fleshy polish will refine the mind–to tame.

    Thought-for-thought!…nothing is without a price;
    Purchase the beauty sought, so loveably and nice.
    If love tends a sense-divine unto a search-of-soul,
    Then, muster-up more courage to go for the gold.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Gladly, “Adam fell, that man might be”
    A distance from that old forbidden tree.
    Good taught evil, that Adam needs pain,
    To appreciate Eve–raising a little Cain.

    Adam was willing to live the perfect life,
    But a choice-of-fruit came from his wife.
    When the opportunity came, Eve knew
    Men and women had some choices due.

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    Gladly, “Adam fail, that man might be”
    A distance from the old forbidden tree.
    Good taught evil, that Adam needs pain,
    To appreciate Eve–raising a little Cain.

    Adam was willing to live the perfect life,
    But a choice-of-fruit came from his wife.
    When the opportunity came, Eve knew
    Men and women had some choices due.

    Now, Adam soon became a family man;
    Begetting a population to plow the land.
    By the sweat of his brow, he reared Abel,
    To praise God, and keep the world stable.

    Cain changed things by killing his brother,
    And hiding his sin from father and mother.
    They all discovered death to be like earth;
    That mortality is a sin requiring new birth.

    There is no possible depth–in mortal man,
    To increase understanding–up to the plan.
    Corruption weighs on Adam–by heavy sin,
    And the atonement lifts him up–to repent.

    Mortality images…of an awesome beauty,
    As scared blood flows thru a violent duty.
    A shy suppression–comprehends with sin,
    To endure burdens he is helpless to mend.

    From carnal depths, corruption attempts
    To love an atonement in a gloomy crimp.
    A beautiful heaven glows brightly above,
    Before habits subdue man’s hope in love.

    Jesus Christ is the man-of-the-holy-hour;
    He happened across Adam’s awful shower.
    Mortality is down in a pit…with the devil;
    Only God is higher than man’s carnal level.

    Adam screams to God to lift this misery;
    So, God the Father sent Jesus to tarry.
    No other man, but God-the-Son can win;
    He has the power to drain blood–for sin.

    Suffer this old world to the brittle bones;
    Allow Jesus to bring Father Adam home.
    Break the flesh–to open God’s holy gate;
    Permit the blood to flow for Adam’s sake.

    No expression can emerge from the brain,
    To satisfy the hope against this evil reign.
    Adam’s pitiful position of a chosen sorrow,
    Mounts misery–like there is no tomorrow.

    The beautiful stars in the heaven of God,
    Shine with glory…to take hold of his rod.
    On the world’s living clay…is an awful pit,
    Where sin’s wicked world is obvious to fit.

    Heavenly kind…made the choice to come,
    Into a world designed for a selective fun.
    Christ opens the pit…at a supremely top;
    And the Savior’s blood can’t be stopped.

    He probes the lowest level of corruption,
    To offer the highest degree of salvation.
    Happiness succeeds with obedient habits,
    While liberty fails–in a condition of spirit.

    It is necessary to come and align the pit,
    To dwell in a world to involve the spirit.
    Climbing the walls, mortal man may rise,
    To put distance above the father-of-lies.

    Converse with friends in God’s throng,
    To be restored to where Adam belongs.
    No pain can compare to man’s damage,
    Than be denied–of the creator’s image.

    Track-not with vanity on evil footprints;
    Atonement retrieves souls that are bent.
    Choose ye this day to serve Godly souls,
    And return faith–unto where Adam goes.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Fleeting-fancy sits pretentuously bold within your eyes,
    Portraying an image-of-truth…in a declaration of lies.
    Even though the world is a beautiful creation to behold,
    Things great-and-small are compelled to growing old.

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    Fleeting-fancy sits pretentuously bold within your eyes,
    Portraying an image-of-truth…in a declaration of lies.
    Even though the world is a beautiful creation to behold,
    Things great-and-small are compelled to growing old.

    Vegetation beautifies, and provides food for the appetite;
    Fancy the passing of history, so eaten up with time.
    The human mind desires contentment–with a body to be;
    Then, this world so real, becomes unavailable to see.

    You rest upon a mattress, to absorb your daily sleep,
    Beating down the springs that wear away, at least.
    Temporarily, you wear old attire that cover the body;
    Apparel decay converts your coolness–into shoddy.

    Memories are transit–place-to-place, saving memories;
    Return and accumulate again…by adding to sensory.
    That vehicle mobilizes your life–moving here-and-there,
    Deteriorating existence, as you pause upon a chair.

    A brief moment of foolish-fancy assumes to be invincible,
    Revolving with the world–a solid rock-of-sensible.
    Substance-of-matter cannot be destroyed permanently;
    Rather, earth is forever changing form…eternally.

    The true value-of-life depends on a supernatural sight;
    It is a journey beyond the realm of day-and-night.
    Possessions will slip away, as the mortal food you eat,
    Through the powerful results of a sovereign-spirit.

    Since all things pass away, look deeper to lasting-worth;
    Sensibility-of-thought leads-on…before your birth.
    Study the invisible world, that holds earth in its power;
    Receive your supreme grant–to live another hour.
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  • Death occurs by the process of a living end;
    Passing…gave her body a spiritual send.
    Beyond that sacred demise, she finally knows;
    Since life ends, this!…is the way it goes.

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    Death occurs by the process of a living end;
    Passing…gave her body a spiritual send.
    Beyond that sacred demise, she finally knows;
    Since life ends, this!…is the way it goes.

    With a stroke of luck, she surpassed the buck,
    ‘Cause she resolved the buck…with luck.
    Briefly she tarries–to reunite with old friends;
    Ah, kiss goodbye…to this world of sins.

    Just as right as rain, with a straight-line brain,
    Death number one–eliminates the rain.
    Active vibrations…escapes to the world above,
    When her body releases a spirit of love.

    Five motionless days attend to bodily concern;
    81 years are laying to rest–well earned.
    Expecting her decease, stands a spring of life;
    From one to ten, she bore joyous strife.

    The breath of life persist with usual strength;
    Death number two–conquers at length.
    A rythmic rattle ceases, unto a spiritual prize;
    A reverent smile for her timely demise.

    Her aged heart-of-love, still continues to beat;
    Death number three–appears complete.
    30 fading minutes improve her waning wrists;
    Her anxious life enters a heavenly bliss.

    Ophelia’s existence is sealed upon a history line,
    For generations will read her eternal sign.
    Memories survive, while Ina Ophelia lives-on;
    Quietly, she gave-up the ghost…for home.
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