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Ode for DA friends and T.shareMy heart goes out to your awesome expression of creativity,like the objects in shades in the spectrum of reality.A pool of sharing the work of art spreads joy and make our life whole,together with our passion, we seek out our lovely artistic soul.
Soulmate search in the seaI wish I could catch a fish eventually.I will throw my bait and I will wait & see patiently.
Your Best friend is yourselfTrue friend is yourselfYou can trust yourself.You can count your blessingsYou can listen your own advice.You can listen your heart.You can proud of yourself.You dont judge yourself.You dont lie to yourselfYou dont listen your negativityYourself doesnt hurt you.Yourself doesnt cheated you.You can control yourself.You can protect yourself.You can recognize your limitations & your mistakes.You can treat yourself lucky.You can HELP yourselfYou can LOVE yourself.You can RESPECT yourself.You will be blessed,and you will receive the god's blessings.Be firm.Be humble.Be yourself.
A Fatal trap of Cyberlove"Unsuspecting victims of cyberlove can be caught in a trap with a virus within its wall.""Just say NO!"
Dumb and Dumber"How did you get so stupid?""Oh! I learned more quickly...from you! What's your excuse?""I learned more quickly than you!""Oh, i give you the honor!"Cheers!
GenerosityIf your palm is open and you are giving,you will also receive god's blessings.
Ode for Human HeartMy heart is inside my deep cavern,Blood flowing like the clear stream endlessly.Such an unique art pieceTirelessly working to sustain my life.Every beat is a breath.Just like a symphony.Cleansing my soul within,Energizing my bodySurely you are the river of life.The symbol of passionAnd how I am being blessed.
Resolving ConflictsDo not find fault.Resolve an argument by finding remedies. Cursing, shouting and name-calling will only breed resentment.
Autumn Depression - updatedFragments of Golden Autumn,In this late cold afternoon,The Summer is coming to an end,Fall is just around the bend,Pretty leaves are falling on the ground,There's orange, red, yellow and golden brown,Makes me feel melancholic though,I wish the bitter cold will not be my foe!
The Bookcase Brought You To Your KneesI see your bookcase has brought you to your kneesBecause there was too much beauty on its shelvesThe dust settled on the sleeves is the book's diseaseTrying to hide the story it has to tellIt has grown thicker with every passing yearShipwrecked words are now beginning to sinkBeneath a sea of silt silent sufferingNow you finally catch a glimpse of the linkJust because the book has remained unusedIt does not mean its beauty will diminishJust because you’ve been hiding in the shadowIt does not mean that your story has finishedYou will crawl from the shadows to your feetLike you’re slowly evolving to upright manHomo erectus with a precision gripYou will grip this pen as tight as you canAnd write about how you tend to overthinkAnd how your idle mind is still in repairKnowing that overthinking is natural thoughWhen the alternative is silent despairYou wonder if you can still reset your mindTo how it was when you were unread and youngDust yourself down and cl
Her Father Is A BeastI sent my child out to school todayWith cuts up the length of her armKnowing that the teachers will just sayShe doesn't seem the type to self harmI just hope today isn't the dayFor physical education classI’ll give her a note to be excusedBut how long can these excuses last?Such a happy girl, always smilingOr so they’re lead to believe at leastSuch a happy girl, always smilingThey don’t know her father is a beastI sent my wife out to work todayWith the remnants of a bloody noseAnd bruises to her upper armsThat I was hoping would not showI will buy her a long sleeved shirtAs a gift to apologiseTell her I’ll never do it againWhen we both know that is a lieSuch a happy girl, always smilingOr so they’re lead to believe at leastSuch a happy girl always smilingThey don’t know her husbands a beastI stayed in bed at home todayCried into my pillow of shameThe aching of my severed knucklesThe only real physical painBut the anguish t
Fallen AngelFallen AngelCrawling in my forlorn appearanceI hide my soul behind these tattered wingsTattered and broken as they arePlucked of light, stained in tears and blood.In quiet despair upon the cold earthSmeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary kneesAnd clutched timidly between my fingersRests one last jewel of Hope.A single unblemished plume pluckedFrom the silver light of dawnA feathered ray of light from beyondTo illuminate the void that has me bound.This precious barb of silkOnce lost as I was and forgottenBlazes now to immerse me in radiant blissTo wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.So now I fade away…My tender flesh removedMy shattered wings releasedMy inner light unsheathed… escapes.(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Can Your Parents Relate?You, the girl in the corner of your bedroomThat with each passing year since birthHas had her confidence sold to those that stareFor so much less than it is worthWhen it should be a priceless commodityEspecially to a doting dadIs he not supposed to give to his childAll the things that he never had?You, the girl in the corner of the classroomThat has forgotten how to smileAre you tired of being told it’s just a phaseAnd you’ll snap out of it in a while?It should be obvious that you are strugglingEspecially to a loving mumAs she's already lived through those tearful daysThat for you have yet to comeYou, the girl hiding in the shadow you castPlease accept your parent’s flawsNo matter what success or failure you tasteDo not let them be the causeThey created a life in love or in lustNow nurturing has turned to neglectA bird feeds her young till the day they can flySo maybe now you should leave the nest
DreamsDreams you have are always thereDreams you have are never thereDreams you have you feel aliveDreams you have do not arriveDreams you have you scare the clownDreams you have you are still aloneDreams you have you win the gameDreams you have you hide your nameDreams you have you are free againDreams you have you feel the painDreams you have you change the pastDreams you have you're running fastDreams you have you feel the LightDreams you have it's dark tonightDreams you have you ride the windDreams you have a broken wingDreams you have are always thereDreams you have are never there.
I Am A Shut InThough the dimensions of this roomNever actually changeI can feel the walls closing inDoes that seem at all strange?My experience of the worldTells me not to step outsideFriends say that I am paranoidBut I think that is a lieBecause each and every personThat has lifted me upHas just as quickly dropped me downWhen they have had enoughMy experience of peopleIs that they’re only bornTo compete with one anotherAnd cause each other harmIf they haven’t got it in themTo inflict the painThen they will do it to themselvesTime and time againMy experience of friendsTells me not to expect muchWhen they’re crippled by the feelingI’m the emotional crutchThough I too can feel the struggleI’m always strong for themI have a cast-iron constitutionAnd spine that will never bendAnd don’t think I am not ambitiousMy plans will unfold in timeThough my four walls have seized my bodyThey’ll never hold back my mind
Beware Of The Bad BoySo he touches you in all of the right placesBut with a clenched fist and not a gentle handBy ‘right places’ I mean those easily hiddenBy the latest expensive designer brandWhich he buys you to either keep your silenceOr to beg and to plead for your forgivenessIs this where the attraction of a bad boy lies?Please explain where is the excitement in this?So he kisses you with a so-called passionHis hands round your neck steal a two letter wordIt seems that he cannot feel satisfactionUnless you show him signs that his dominance hurtsWhich he tightens each time to keep your silenceOr maybe he just enjoys hearing you moanIs this the deed of some stalker, some stranger?No, this is your husband and this is your homeSo he lays you out on the living room floorI wonder what will fall down to the carpet firstThe drops of blood from between your legsOr the tears flowing between his regretful wordsWhich he whispers in your ear as you lay silentIt’s safe to say
Inflation DayI walked into my roomPulled out some loose clothing to wearThen I went into my closetAnd pulled out a large tank of air.I stuck the hose in my bellybuttonI said "This is going to be great!"I went to the airtankAnd turned the knob up to eight.I felt the air enter my bodyI had hoped it would soonThat's when it actually happenedI was inflating like a balloon!My belly was getting rounderI poked it once or twiceMy whole body was getting enormousThe feeling was very nice.However, I was quickly losing mobilityI was bigger in width than heightSoon, I was feeling lots of pressureAnd my belly feels really tight.I tried to pull the hose outUnfortunately, it was stuckAnd now I can't move to reach the airtankWell great, just my luck....The expanding feeling is just too greatI don't really think I want to stop....However, I'm starting to feel pretty fullAnd now I think I'm going to pop!!!!
SchoolIt’s like I’m trapped within a cageThe synchronized turning of every pageBeing forced to stand on a stageThese people all fill me with rage“I could easily destroy this placeTo find me they would have to chaseI could turn the walls into rubble-”OH SH-! They heard me! Now I’m in trouble!The class writing about a book we readAs another part of my soul drops deadBut I’m too distracted by the clocks tick“Mum I can’t go today, I’m sick…Cough, cough.”
Your smileEverytime I see your serene face,Im a captive of your smile.That subtle, endearing smile uplifts me.