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Love

Love is not broken, nor does it brings pain.

It holds honesty to the highest pick and do away with the ruin...... It ignites a true spirit and keeps warmth within, to only one serious person, love belongs.

 

Love never separates for selfish needs but only wants who or what that only believes.

Never does love boast or pretends, for it conqurers and becames victorious in the end.

It spots distruction for love always defends one only in the right.

Love isn't cupid for its not blind or fantasies on another that isn't beloved...its pure and given free with plenty of hope, always love, surface inspiring faith.

 

Its not jealous or mean or suspicious in a dream.....it not secretly given its shown upfront always to the one love belongs.

Love is respected in every form and gets gifts in god's kingdom.

It never forgets or seldom remembers the day love became grace. 

In the end, always be thankfull for the decision was complete and this was already love list.

 

If this wasn't love, than what's love without all this?

And more so.  I wrote my opinion to me is fact of love.  You may have your own and embrace with more unique sense but  remember.

Love has more history that  the mind can't even imagine.

For love only wants peace, surrender, togetherness,happiness, the beauty of dying or taking each others blow, waiting, sacrificing,anticipating,growing,believing,giving, sharing,maintaining, responsive,no vengence,no shame,no regrets, sealed and complete.

 

Celebration but they all losts when the antichrist tries to fight and confuse many and qouted

Third world country leader creates strife

(Century III, Quatrain 60)

A "young dark man" will arise as a leader in a Third World country; his main goal is to unite the other Third World countries to do battle with the superpowers. The area of conflict will be in Eastern Europe and the Middle East, particularly around the Adriatic and the Caspian seas and Israel. No definite winner will emerge but the strife will help set the stage for the Antichrist. Many prophecies in the Bible refer to events in this region.

 

 

When I read this short quote which is predicted by nastradamus, it  makes me wonder.  who will be good enough when the world is already in tormol? .... many bank ruptcy , famine, riots, fights , killing  and hell of distruction, suddenly strengthens and reality strikes... A cry for mercy should be on our mind...

 

Wake up civilization, we all need god and he is the only truth and the light ... believe in no man cause no one knows which country the antichrist will fall from, middle east, Peursia, America's-well babylon, call the great.  They will came to a hault and all those cities, will fight and fall short to god's glory for he is the insights of all justice,and the main to stop for us to enjoy our try paradies.  When those once great cities,ends up in a pit.

They at this very end of time , wish they never, strengthen, the very little but powerful word that before all power  was love and if we only love god than the vanity of this earth. We would never know the word despair for this is were we all headed untill  the very word again  ruines and says  "be wear am coming",.... then and only then will the righteous meet, the king......

 

The antichrist, in sheep clothing cames and collects the innocent and makes, joint deceived decisions, that will be the end result, of our fate and who will be the righteous, chosen to be in paradise .... ( A world beyond our reach at present)

 

So dear god i pray and ask for mercy on my sins that i am one of your righteous angel you take to your kindom...... to all my friends i do pray for you all ... am no christian , am no muslim , am non other faith,  but a lady  who only loves her god, so if i offended or by means hurt anyone, in my opinions.

 

Let god alone judge me for this land he brought forth,  in six days of great trials , is not yours.

You are all dust in the ground that must  remember non  of us when we close our eyes, goes to the grave with the name we made on this earth.......

Uncertain of strickened reality

Normal is an unusual word, when you can't cope with the unexpected

when faced with a certain reality beyond your reach

I  am pretty sure we all face this

queque situation, when we are caught up in a world with delima

where you are loved and you share a love thats not within 

but on the surface

 

You push all the time to its understanding, yetstill

the power it brings

is so superficial, you wonder if its real

 

Uncertain of stricked reality of a virtuous person

that breaks an honest vow of staying pure

and falling to the fullest depths

of one not deserving

Is it her fault or a force beyond her reach

feedlings her ability to give in?

 

What then should be this explanation 

to be with someone , you admire

as a friend

and spell bound to his grip

as words flows his heart and clings to your reach

 

Unexplained... how i felt

its not a dream but a shout - i want it to be one

swell all the time in his arms, untouched

passion within

can this be fate or a desir?

not to be talked about but deepens my mind

for writing this is inspiring

 

Clauses not put together , verbs all in mixed up

for the insanity of being wanted, tore her apart

clapsed, as venerable as i am of being needy

in the wrong arms, of  whom i fall

Don't ask why this is written for the brain

flows patches of unwritten skills

those who breaths the essence of her life

understand what she really means 

uncertain of stricken reality 

Screams

knowing i have done my all and my all is done for the long run...don't know what else to do when i am suddenly been picked upon knowing i did it all for the kids and the dads are the pain that will never go away that's knowing...

 

time never stand still for those who give their all but to those that doesn't give a dame standing still is their time... now i will tell who ever  will laught last , laughtes the best. yeah its the one's who screams...

 

been disturbed the entire week...when it comes to my kids i will tell any man don't get close to me if he is still thinking or his a mummies boy...cause you surely will not be the one for me...yesterday's nightmare if you get my drift...

 

 

its been years without a guy in my life but it's worth the wait for who the hell predict mr.right...

when in turmoil here comes his wrong...

 

dame i demand not alot just pure love.. it's rare and it's just simple, four letter word so complexed when it falls in the hand of a fool....undeserving

 

challenges comes my way all the time for the mountain i always stop climbing to smell the horizon of a path that has endless delays of which i asked the maker show me destiny but am still on a pedestool of time...now i will scream

scream for time lost,time in the making,time in a long run which is not smoothing...the edges

are not dense ,not shape ,not round but has crackes with out patches with a crystal tear lining when sorrows are just to much to handle

 

but in the end of my screams ..i find myself, a strong woman who will never let anything or anyone but god put me under...for i say to them i will have the last scream and you better look the other way if you just not honest enough to be the man you really cut out to be and knows a woman's worth and can understand her so she will not ever scream to begin with

Frustration

In the dark ..my thoughts lingers..in my mine it's not yet answered

in my heart ..has streams of promises

hopes flows on each river banks..Another stone has been thrown

into the water as it did the dance

my eyes are blinded,my thoughts are trapped with wounds of scorns,

as i mourn the day.

frustration is here to stay

 

i slowly drown my sorrows as frustration began to sweep

sweep memories that has endless pain

as it stabbed and wounded my flesh within

anxiety is well met..sleepless nights is constant ..

i've been twisting and turning,frustration takes the best

out of my dreams

drumming my brain to it's beats

frustration is not even giving me peace

 

no time for the wind..

hallucination picks up  a spin

as my heart races upon everything

past life , future plans which makes the lights of my destiny very dim

 

just a dark mirror which showcast my image

no movement..imagining still

lives, the back of my mine where frustration lies

lies about my time of survival

lies about  questions without answers

lies about  my tomorrow

lies about conflicting my defeat

hopeless,money less and has two mouths to feed

 

a grieft suddenly threw me off ground

as i sobbed in my clasped pillow

am still lost and not found

frustration won

a new leaf i would turn

i have done my best and still burn

 

brutal to the fingers so like cindarella

garments of rags so priceless, never ask for anthing

my frustration is discipline

but deep down am truly a queen

my musical friends calls  me empress

but from this dated am still in stress

 

stressed about who is truly mine

stressed about time and when god ,him be fine

stressed about a burden heart that is pure

and for who truly endure

didn't have to seek for more

 

frustration walks with me like an anckor that hasn't been dropped

to heavy is its burden that catches up with me all of a sudden

frustration warms up my face..with intensity

frustration takes the crown that should have been there for me

frustration prolongs my tears

in so many many years

that is my biggest fear

dame you frustration not another tear

Why border

in the wee of the morning ..you wake up

stretched off the bed and still has no make up

jump in the shower for an hour or two

there is no trace  of me and you

enter the room to dry off

ghosh no need to see him cause it isn't your dream

to be  in this bed again and sleep alot

no need to reminsce on a guy .loneliness is still in side

why border when you have been there before

 

why border to wish you weren't so alone

when each day after work you are at home

why border to look at the phone

when no one of importance wants to here your tone

why border to feel miss

when you are on top of their list

why border please

when you always forgot she

why border

 

all dressed up now

hair in place smell like a daisy ..girl please take a bow

you are in the front seat now

now waiting for time a pick up

brother is late

surfing the pc ...his on and he drives her in sane

why border to say hello

why border to be her fellow

why border to switch unavailable sign off

when lights was on before she saw you already in

why border to repeat your next sin

why border to say you care ..or you want to be there

why border if you have your fear

why border

 

minutes turns into another hour.

she paced the room all hail to his power

thoughts of how the day will be

and his there on the net and not with she

as she polished the room and cleaned the house

her mind spells his name in the same hour

why border if he never calls

why border if he never text

why border if he is stuck in his world

and never thought of you if you were to be next

thinks he doesn't see you to let the story unfold

but he is waiting for you to be told

 

why border read this

why border accept this

why border feel this

why border, when you are all missed

why border

why the hell border

when she is now out the door

when you haven't done this for she before

work calls and  he hasn't scored

why border

 

Back of my mind

stretched out on the bed of sorrows

which lingers my tomorrow

i lay me down with thoughts that will a crown

in the deepest parts of me still without a sound

climbing with emptiness

the back of my mind is craving a test

 

 

drown again with deeper sorrows

morn my pain i never borrow

the time off i wished to stop the rain

collecting the tears on my lips

the back of my mind has mountains which has many clips

treasure markings traced my veins..lost

but never insane

no suggestions at the back of my mind

 

i squeezed my eyes

the tears are warm ..my nose enlarged

a sound inhaled made not imagined

as i bite the lower part of my lips

and stretched my hands and unleash my fingers tip

upon another twist... my new shaped then grew

arms to the side...waist tucked .knees pushed front ..feet closed below

wish still not granted.

 

 

no questions.. always limitless puzzles

without a show

the back of my mind feels unwanted

you know?

 

the back of my mind has no sound

as my imagination  took its many blows

the mind is lost with spirals in a daze

spots a patch in the dark

sleepless nights in thoughts of missing

the back of my mind needs a solid nap

but yet always under attack

with thoughts of the day

so many dismay

all it need was a place to stay

 

 

 

Remeber Me

The sudden hello...the knock on the door

a single feller .the smile you dreamed before

a chance to met a friend in the midst

a joy which screams for more

a splendid heartbeat

do you remember me?

 

three days has gone bye

you are kind..you the type of guy

who makes me cry

words without ending,you took your time

to develop a  friendship

placed me upon your friends list

months claimed you mine

now do you remember me

 

do you remember the late nights

when we talk about life and us with endless thoughts

remember the special moments when we heal

it was the winks which makes my mind spin

remember laughing with joy and belief

racing heart beats with a breeze of a leaf

that's how you took my breath away

oh wonderful come what may

 

the trans to our new life

a thought of two birds singing each others note

resemblance that mimics sincerity

engaging a plan that's perfect

we both knew gravity

a stands to sweet surrender

a chance to remember me

 

 

heavens screams above us

as trumpets of the angels blows

below us..two gifts unite

day and night

beams into one being

together they stand..forever they often sing

 

 

no need for a vote

ink written in perfect notes

strong to never endings

as to the sidelines of when ..why .. what

time stand still

dug our field of a solid dream

screaming remember me

 

 

compelled mistakes often happens

in questions of future endeavors

our seat belts are fastened

protections against all odds

fear strickened without your sword

but we both believed in our lord

we both bled our patience within

come on remember me

 

she is Cinderella indeed

your most enchanted dream

left her shoes behind

to the lover of a soul...who wouldn't let another

step into it

as to what will we in the end favored

a magical bliss

for her heart is like a tiny mustard seed

once taken of a list

she did weep

remember me.............cont.. your dream..your life ..she is your everything.

please remember me