TO MYARTSCREEN FROM MYRITINGBOARD/TO ALL CHILDREN

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CHILDREN : What is children.  Children are

What we as people put on the face of the earth

CHILD         : What is Child.      A Child is

Human growing out of babe

INNOCENTS: What is Innocent.  Innocent are

The new born

If I was your parent myartscreen, myritingboard would teach and guide you with understanding and compassion. Millions of smiles and tons of laughter. Treating you like a little me deserving gentle scolding piled with Love.

If I was your parent myartscreen, myritingboard would never yell and call you names forcing you to think everyone in your world is allowed to get mad except, not you.   I would allow you to understand we as a parent will teach you there is no need for anger unless a life is endangered.

Don’t cry little child myritingboard understands the innocents in you and where it can be damaged so easily should I falter in thinking you should know better.  I question this, know better than what?  Know better than who?

TO ALL CHILDREN

The adult yelling at you, the one way older than you, the one misguiding you because they have no time or the understanding,  that they were once young too.

what were they like, and who yelled at them or hit them or screamed bad names at them, so they think it is okay to do it to you.

Little child if I could only make you understand it was never your fault just the luck of the draw,  the parents you got so rough on you to have only  the guidance of cruelty to rear you into adulthood with so much hate to offer unto your OWN off-spring.

If I was your parent myatscreen, myritingboard everyday would be a good day even the off days have fun times rolling in and out. Every child in this world deserves all understanding that children are born innocent until TAUGHT to be what the child is becoming.

It’s so hard to mind my business and I would love to wash your parents mouth out with soap  and yell a them and call them names and stay mad at them for hours hammering out the longest speech in the world.   Lock them in a room for days at a time just yelling at them with a loud mic,  saying you are bad you are bad you never listen  you never hear me.  Do you want me to take your car away and throw it in the garbage, how would you like me to take all your stuff away and you have nothing because your not listening to me, Hey would you like that?  I would never stop yelling at them until I got dry mouthed and choked every time I tried to talk.  How would they like that? Then after two hours of yelling at them I will tell them Santa is never going to give them anything ever!,,  And if he does I will through it in the garbage.                MAN!

Young child if I was your parent.

English: A hungry baby yelling and crying.

English: A hungry baby yelling and crying. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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HEAR IS WHAT YOU GOTTA DO

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Oh it is that easy is it . . .Let me tell you what you got to do . . .You have to stop telling me what i gotta do and actually tell me how it is done with blow by-play by instructions, using only your hands and mouth.   THEN,  you would be telling me what i so-called, gotta do.

HEAR IS WHAT YOU GOTTA DO

 PAY SPECIAL ATTENTION WHEN ANYONE IS TALKING TO YOU

THIS WAY AT LEAST YOU heard WHAT THEY SAID. This way whether you like it or not . . .You now have the opportunity to think about what you did hear or what you did not HEAR, where forth you can SIMPLY say i didn’t understand that.

Then if indeed you did HEAR that. You have full right to reply.

IF YOU ARE STANDING THERE trying to figure things while they are talking to you, then hear is what you gotta do.

  1. Politely interrupt saying can you start from the beginning. [NOTHING MORE ]
  2. STOP THINKING WHEN ANYONE IS TALKING TO YOU. [Hear every word ]
  3. Make sure you fully understand what is being said to you.           [I didn’t quite understand that ]

Hear is what you gotta do.   Find time for each other.

STOP SUICIDE

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WE must learn to hear and be able to listen when people or children have lost all hope. . .Where there is no HOPE there is no glory in anything,  NONE,  NONE! . . .We do not understand that these people believe there is nothing left, no way out of the darkness they are locked into. And we do not see the darkness around them.  Sure we hear them “complain” but what do we take it for? We all take it for Blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah. Blah blah! We all complain! We all have problems!  So we are not capable of connecting the dots leading to death, a horrible lonely affair. Our only answer to this is “Oh get over it. Tomorrow is a new day.”  Sure and whole new day for crap to swim all over them once again.  I don’t get it. . .A cry for help, a cry for mercy, a cry from a child getting its first needle, we put these behind us and go on with our day.

I am no expert on this subject but I have had four friends and one brother who have end their lives all in the name of peace.  No answers to their demise no hope at the end of their faded light. I am a shamed to say I did hear their cry only not to be understood,  as I too had my problems, which were indeed  blocking out the fact that theirs always involved the words die, death, hang my self, shoot my self, end it all, the only way out, you don’t understand me, nothing to live for, nobody cares go to the river and jump in, might as well jump off the bridge.

I am sure there are more words they use and we still do not catch on.  What will it take for us to understand that these people are deadly serious when they cry one to many times before we hear, and they die.

Why is it we only hear and try to listen after the death, telling ourselves ways of how we could have stopped it. how we should of this and how we could have that. Why can we not hear and understand a cy for help when it is right here in our faces in the beginning.

Should we take all problems as a cry for help . . .YES!  Why not. People and children do not run around all day crying for help!

We can see in their faces and hear in our minds that they are not happy.  They sit around or drink, or hide away from society. A place they do not fit in and not excepted with their cry for all lost hope.

Can we learn to understand? Do we help my contacting doctors,  police, hospitals. Who do we turn to when we think a cry for life is upon us.  Do we just continue not to hear and understand?

It is very sad to know SUICIDE is their only way out, their only answer for peace. THE ONLY MEANS TO AN END

When is it to late?  When we hear the bad news!  But all the while the black death is waiting.