Ed's blog

Thank you God for everything.

My biggest problem in life is that i care about everyone, and everything.

Most people live in puratory thinking only about themselves.  They want others to care for them alone, and are afraid of ridicule by the other loners.

Once you love everyone, and everything, you already have everything, and are happy, but in a sad way. 

Once you understand that, we are all one, you live in a purgatory of knowing others are so alone, and you can not help them.  They must learn about the truth on their own, and the more you try to teach them, the more they might try and reject the truth, and your ability to tell it.  They become afraid to join you, and the group, and all life.

So, how can they learn it on their own if they reject the words of humankind?

They are afraid they will lose their identity of who they think they are, instead of the truth, which is their identity will flourish in their love, and their love will be answered by the enormous love of all life, and all meaning, and all forgiveness.

It is this paradox that is our purgatory.  We, who understand, We Are All One, are left alone in our togetherness.  We will never be empty without love, like before, but can we achieve a full happiness surrounded by the unelightened constantly denying the truth... the truth which seems so obivous to us now, after we went through our lives learning it?

It becomes tiring to be beaten upon by the children, who have been spoiled by our love, and gifts, and who never learn togetherness, and never seem to learn to give back love to everyone.

Loving everyone, and understanding, We Are All One, does not mean you have to like the way others live, or accept it as equal.  It means that you understand they are as confused as you once were, and you forgive them for the mistakes they make, and will make.  You do not have to accept the mistakes and pain they inflict on other people in their attempts to spread the falsehoods they still believe, the hate they feel, and the confusion they try to force on others.

Instead, without thought, we must constantly stand up to their wrong way of thinking when they want to pretend they are the opposite of who, and what they truely are.

When you understand, We Are All One, you accept who you are, and how you were born, and what you were born as.  You have no need to fight the truth anymore.  You have no need to deny,who you are, or what sex you are born as.

You also do not need to follow.  You do not need to be what others tell you you are supposed to be.  You do not need to act how others tell you you are supposed to act because of your sex, or color, or height, or weight, or where you were born, or anything physical, emotional, or spiritual.

You become a lifeform enjoying the free gift of life completely, without the encroachment of false thoughts.  The morals and values of love fill you without your need to remember past teachings.  You do not need to hurt others, and others can not hurt you.  Those are not the beautiful thoughts in your mind anymore.  Those are the thoughts of the confused children.

Thank you God for this free gift of my life, and thank you for giving me choice so i could enjoy it fully.  As a matter of fact i want to just thank you God.

Thank you God for everything.

Love, Ed xoxoxo

Ibiza

There is no love in Ibiza,
Only worthless people,
Spending lots of money,
Self absorbed with their emptiness,
Attempting to forget their lack of love.

We both know this,
We both feel this,
We both try to fool ourselves,
We both try to forget,
We both are smiling through the pain of our lives.

I've already felt you Paris,
But i could not touch you,
It was not pride, or hate, that stopped me,
Just worthless emotions,
Based on shock, and trepidation.

I wish to conquer this great fear of you,
I do not fear that i will never touch you,
My greatest fear is that i will,
And i'll never want to let you go,
Out of my life again.

If i touch you, and fall in love with you,
Completely, uncontrollably, incapable of thought,
Will i ever be able to be truely happy again,
Knowing, there is a chance in life, where you must leave me,
And i am then alone forever more?

Love, Ed xoxoxo

Paris The Flower

Paris The Flower

Oh, so beautiful, the woman i fancy,
Oh, so warm, soft, and yet no pansy.

A rose by any other name,
does not as sweet a smell emit,
Nor another pretty flower, can not pose,
or stand, or sit.

As, pretty as the flower that is pink, the flower that is robust,
that is the flower i pray for, hope for, and lust.

A flower towering among women like a city, even an heiress,
A flower who is the most beautiful woman in the world,
Her name is Paris.

By ed ditmars

Paris, i love you.

Hey, Paris.  I love you, you know.

    

 

Oh... Paris.

All Men Are The Same

All Men Are The Same - A poem for Paris from Ed.

Dick Cheney's Mom,
is looking down at him now,
saying what she always told him,
since he was a little baby,
All men are the same.

Pearls for Paris - a poem by Ed for Paris

A Pearl, like a thought,
Born out of irritation.
An oyster's need to exist,
With a grain of sand,

A grain of sand, through chance,
has slipped into the shell.
The oyster's tongue will be cut,
if not dealt with, if not smoothed.

Sand that fills the oyster's bed,
He lays upon it for years without moving,
Sustenance was all it needed,
Why now, this thought withen the shell?

My thoughts of sand, inside my shell
For Paris, create pearls.
Accept the pearls you have created,
Let us enjoy our bed of sand.

Paris - A Poem for Paris

Paris - A poem for Paris.

by Edward Ditmars

Paris, a name, the girl in pink tights,
from parents with love, and the city of lights.
Born innocent to a world gone mad,
you must not enjoy, things they have not had.

For they have to work, while you do it for pleasure,
Loans, and numb jobs, are the philosophy of jailors.
The truth as known, not sold on tv,
it's better to be on one's own at three.

Probably conservative, that's the case when you're rich,
you just can't quite trust all those people, who itch.
You do your best with kind deeds, and love,
and in your face the hate they shove.

The cameras flash to spread some cheer,
The bums awake and start to leer,
It doesn't matter what you say or do,
Just hurry and straighten your new hairdoo.

To cover your bases in life it is safer,
so guzzle the grapes, and munch that wafer.
Enjoy your stay on earth with some other,
Just don't expect them to be your mother.

Vegas - A poem for Paris, and friends.

A poem for Paris and friends.
by Edward Ditmars

Vegas.

When i was younger i had my fun,
but at 21 i was pretty much done.
I coasted for years on what i knew,
and my mood ring changed from orange to blue.

The questions and wondering keep us busy a lot,
it can get intense, tie your stomach in knotts.
The whore moans tell us we must do what we must,
while the artist trys to mold her pretty bust.

Children watch the show, and cheer,
while the stage hand falls asleep from beer.
The glitter, the lights, adoration galore,
are you trying to tell me in life there is more?

I drove back home through a glowing desert,
An officer stopped me and i had to assert,
No Fruit, no vegetables, no money too,
I don't think i ever want to go back to that zoo.

I'm an older man i can wait my turn,
sooner of later the truth will burn,
I'm an older man, i can afford to wait,
Life is now just a matter of fate.