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Poem: Trumpets

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Trumpets by Marsha Marie
promises unseen blood shed no redeem?
how liesth thou? how sleepest thou?
hear the trumpets not for rejoicing but for judgments
stop now  stop all  your great pretense  will surely fall
His blood i choose i watch you lose claim not i am confused you've known thru time  you'll soon decline 

1-800-what-do-i-do-God?

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1-800-what-do-i-do-God? In life we are bamboozled with problems and decisions. It seems like every day, I have some other life-altering decision that I have act upon. I sit and think and think, but my head starts to hurt—like it’s going to burst or something. Why can’t God have a hotline where we can call him up and ask him these little things along life’s way? You would think he would have a special number like 1-800-what-do-i-do-god… or something catchy like that. Man, if I had his number, I could just imagine how my conversation with the Holy One would go.
I can’t believe I get to talk to God today. When is he going to answer? Pick up the phone. The ringing is stopped by a sharp click. “Hello God? It’s me, Marsha Marie” “Yes, my child.” “Umm, forgive me for asking, but what took you so long to answer the phone? It has been ringing and ringing?” “Yea I know. Sorry about that. I was busy with some folks. You wouldn’t believe some of the things I have to deal with these days. But anywa…

Poem: The Car of Loneliness

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The Car of Loneliness by Marsha Marie 
I am a car  Traveled the roads of misery Longing for change
My wheels turn with every tear My motor hums on dread Yearning to hear laughter
Oh, Deafen my ears! I can take no more Crying, crying, crying
But wait, she comes and not alone a warm hand reaches out  Smiles abound Blessings appear 
A soft delicate whisper I love you I hear

Poem: Homeless, with a Roof Over my Head, by Marsha Marie

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Homeless, with a Roof Over my Head
by Marsha Marie


I came home thinking it was the right thing to do.
But lost and outcast, I try to fit in.
This is not my home anymore.
I am homeless, with a roof over my head.

No love, no friends, no way to save.
The past are but pictures in my head and heart.
Memories of dreams come true, will this illusion end?
Will I ever have my life? Someone who cares?

When I die, will only my children morn?
Like a bird in the heat looking for refuge, a morsel, I walk the streets of my childhood.
Torn between two worlds.
Looking for solace.

Envious of those around me with lavish homes and travels,
I wonder--- are they really happy? or is it just an illusion too?
Satisfied today--hungry again tomorrow. Marching in step with the masses.
Government control--dictating our likes and fears........Aren't we all, just Homeless with roofs over our heads?


A True Story of Bob and James Bowen

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Hi loved ones! 

Tonight was movie night at my house and wow was it amazing!!!! I just had to share with my friends about a movie, A Street Cat Named Bob.


You see, this weekend cat-themed movies only. We ran across this true story about a homeless recovering drug addict that gets adopted by a ginger cat. Living on the streets of England, playing music for money and trying to get clean, this man was totally alone; but then came Bob.


Knowing that I could not possibly do justice to this story, let me just say this: You have got to watch this movie!!!! It is pure heart-warming! The acting was realistic and moving. I love this story, and bravo to James Bowen for getting clean and starting a new life. He and Bob now work for homeless and drug addiction awareness. You can follow him on Instagram and Facebook.

This is a must watch at least one time!!!! Don't miss it guys, you will love it---I am sure of it. I am now a fan for life!




The movie trailer: 



A mini documentary with the real Jame…

Poem: Alone I Stand

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Alone I Stand  by Marsha Marie

Walking daily into an abyss Returning to my cell at night The coldness of the air instills me I long for a touch....any touch My stomach aches but no one cares  A cramp en-veils When will this life be done?  Alone I stand as one. 


Poem: The Forbidden Flame

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The Forbidden Flame by Marsha Marie


a lonely match standing erect the trees beacon feet cemented branches stretched forth heat so near leave me--she begs--it is forbidden tears wash down to cool her flame trails of steam brush his eyes branches sway in confusion the little match bows in sighs

Poem: God Help Us All

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God Help Us All by Marsha Marie
lies deceit a show they will bring it down push the blame on others an evil magicians trick
blood in the street screams in our heads what do they want?  money?  fame? my soul? God help us all.
I want to tell the world don't trust them deceivers! look to you God help us all. 
how many will they hurt this time? 5,000?  more? 10,000? their agenda I cannot bear God help us all!!!

Paklish Cooking 101 is released!

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Finally Ready!!!!


Family recipes exist in every home. While some may have grown up on mac and cheese, others were able to tour the world and as a result, gain an amazing culinary heritage. Luckily, I had both!!!!
Learning at my mother-in-law's feet in Punjab, Pakistan, I gained invaluable knowledge that I wanted to pass on to my next generation. Thus my family cookbook, Paklish Cooking 101 was created---including a special dedication to my Pakistani teachers, my daughter, and my soon-to-be daughter-in-law.
Take a peek into our family kitchen with Paklish Cooking 101. Available on all major outlets. But for my special readers, feel free to download the printable copy directly from www.MarshaMarie.com or here
Happy Cooking!!!!!!!

Today's Song

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Today's Song by Marsha Marie

childhood memories
cards of chance
young puppy love 
yellow locks 
gunshots ring out
devastation for me
your voice asking where
forever in my ear

dirt love play
school everyday
dark backseat 
innocence complete
teenage love 
a new dawn begins
the sky changes color
my chest beating no end

pledge undying love in a song
a songbird i came along
our names entangled making love on the page
but life had other plans to engage

a fatal decision
a park a catalyst of non-bliss 
my love betrayed you
my eyes gone adrift
never forgotten your name
i live now only with shame
i wonder what might have been 

but in silence i sit
i dream
i care

the long road now holds his hand
the moon calls his name
haunted of my tune long gone
my heart disfigured with pain
loneliness i eat
regret my choice of drink
alone forever i'll stay

your voice a feather passing by
your laugh
a reason i cry
pass me a smile
tease me today
longing for the ring imagined

oh you just know 
our hearts still tethered
a cancer uncured
goodbye today
th…

Sneak Preview: Paklish Cooking 101

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Coming Soon: 



RECIPE
Beef Stew with Pickled Mangos (Achar Gosht) Ready in 30 minutes Serves 4 people
Ingredients ●1-2 lbs. of diced beef or lamb ●2 small chopped tomatoes ●1 finely diced onion (preferably purple, but any will do) ●2 chopped green chili peppers ●1 clove of minced garlic ●pinch of salt ●

Poem: Alone

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Alone by Marsha Marie
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rivers dry a tear not die
what once green stained brown with tears
now envious surrender the heart rips
my dove has flown  to die alone

R.I.P. Art Bell 1945-2018

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I was shocked this morning to find out that one of my favorite radio hosts Art Bell, the founder of Coast To Coast Radio Show and Dark Matter, passed away on Friday, the 13th. Seems only fitting that this amazingly inquisitive radio-legend would pass away on a day like Friday, the 13th. He was never scared to talk about any topic, and he opened the door of the paranormal, conspiracies and time travel for so many people around the world.

Still haven't hear how he passed on yet, but my heart goes out to his family.

I have been listening to Art since I was a kid. His voice will forever stay the symbolic sound of the paranormal radio. If you have never heard Art Bell, you can listen to a few of his radio shows on either www.artbell.com, www.coast2coast.com, or www.youtube.com.

Art Bell, thanks for opening up our minds. We will miss you!!! Send us a sign from the other side.

His radio show. Interview with Larry King.

One question: Have you looked up lately?

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Have you looked up lately?

When I was growing up: 





Today: 



If they're not chemtrails; then what the hell are they?



You decide:


FRANKENSKIES FULL LENGTH DOCUMENTARY (GEOENGINEERING / CHEMTRAILS) DIRECTOR'S CUT
FrankenSkies is an 80 minute social change documentary regarding the Solar Geoengineering/Chemtrail agenda that affects every living being on earth. The struggle of bringing awareness to this subject, despite the obstacles of a socially engineered populace and the military industrial complex with its endless resources, is palpable in this awakening truth feature.An impeccably timed eye opening expose, the film reveals the campaign to normalize chemical cloud formations via atmospheric aerosol dispersals. Up against a normalization timetable encompassing a controlled media and an indoctrinated educational and political system, activists ask the question : Is your silence your consent?A shocking informative film on climate engineering, frequency control and CIA manipulation, …

From Denial to Delight

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As many of you know by now, I am a criminal in the eyes of Arizona State. My life is an open book, which means everyone knows that as a result of protecting my children from their abusive father, I have two counts of felony custodial interference on my permanent record. Now, this has not been an easy thing for me to overcome. I've turned down on some very nice paying jobs, I cannot get a job working as a teacher (regardless to my extended teaching experience), and I've been denied nice housing because I am labeled as an felon. But it doesn't end there. Then, I have to deal with the attitudes of some of the people who discover my past too. One day they are talking to me; the next day they will not even make eye contact.

Well, let's put it this way, it's not been an easy uphill climb since my return to America. And for this reason I've really become sympathetic to others that are trying to get their lives back on track, only to face persecution and phobias from …

Recipe Excerpts from upcoming book: Paklish Cooking 101

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Now that I mentioned the cookbook in my last blog post, I have cooking on the brain. So I thought it would be fun to write about cooking in Pakistan. Here is an excerpt from the book Paklish Cooking 101,and two recipes highlighted in the book.

Silver dishes are a vital part of every kitchen. Silver dishes (panday), shallow flat mixing bowl (thrami), tea bowls (pyalas), sauce pan (dedgi), round griddle (tava), bread basket (chooket), teapot (chinook) , flatbread cloth (tutahanas), hand-held fan (punkias) and wooden spoons.Moms are always ready for the traveling junk man (panday valla) when he comes thru the alleyway on his bicycle. Collections of old plastic shoes, old silver dishes, odd-and-end metal pieces are weighed and traded in for a new silver pot or clay tea bowls.Dirt is smeared on the bottom of clay and silver pots and pans; not only to make it easier to clean the soot, but to help prevent the clay pots from cracking during cooking. To wash the dirt away, old socks, bar of so…