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!
One Special NightThe winter´s night was crisp and clear,the heaven full of starsand all the ones who saw the signs,came there from near and far.They followed one bright shining star,to a place called Bethlehem,to a stable on the edge of townand Joseph beckoned them in."Look!" He cried with tears in his eyes."Mary´s had a child.""He´s wonderful, so precious. Stayand behold him for a while.""He will grow to be a good man,clever, wise and mild.""He´ll teach the world about love andto have faith in all mankind."Joseph smiled as his head did nodand this he also said,"This child is someone special,for he was sent to us from God." Poetry by Suzan
Christmas LightsTwilight moments between night and dayAre quiet and cold in winter's graspIn suburban solitude I strollOn the frigid eve of Christmas dayThat tranquil silence and touch of frostIs what drew me from within my homeIntrospection presses upon meWith the urgency of a soft breezeSo rare an occasion has pavementSeemed inviting upon which to treadBefore long all that lights my pathwayAre street lamps and tacky Christmas lightsWhat pathetic form of vanityWould compel a family to throwA tasteless assortment of light bulbsOn their home in so-called Christmas cheer?I slow down and linger near the houseDisplaying the most exuberanceA quick glimpse through the window revealsA tree heavily decoratedPlaced next to the glass for all to seeAre they so vain that they would indulgeWhat has become a stereotypeOf this nation's seasonal culture?Continuing on my night saunterI stare down the rod ahead of meInstead of the ornate vanityWith which these strangers strike my sensesThe n
Bushels of GreenThe day we start rememberingIs the day we grow oldFor wisdom takesThe years we did not knowBreath of beasts and bushels greenCoincide to mingled lifeInhaled neededWith its entire strifeRunning feet with nails biteRocks of smoothened waterWash the timeIn tears of fear and laughterOculus and hearing cueTask the dullards to recordFor without themThe mind cannot exploreHands of fists and open palmsEscape with nothing heldMaterialityBehaves to strip the spelledThe day we start rememberingIs the day forgottenAnd never attainedFor already tomorrow is thenLungs to scream a whispered cryTrees that speak like usSee themselvesWith repetition's lustNot the empty shade of veilTo cover dead in sailing shipsOff and goneLike winds off of our lipsKimberlite as cool as bonesDeposits lightened byNo force we abled understandTo sleep where we can lieClouds of rain of wet or shadowHang to solve the heat of mornBut so darkenAnd make retrospect rebornThe day we start re
ArachneSpinyour silkof rhythm,weave tapestrieswith your thread of words;imagery createdfrom an alphabet of dreams,your skill rivaling Athena's;the condensation of all our sighsgets caught in your network of poetry.
How to be happy.Wash away the webs, clean your wounds,and whiten your smile.Break your mirrors,dump the contents of your makeup drawer,and dry your face of your tears.Burn away the wax inside of you,listen to the gales of the wind god,breathe deeply and dispel your worries,and understand that it could always be worst.Understand that there are people there for you,and they always will be.
X-Mas Epigram. The winter solstice was transformed into a celebration of the birth of Jesus,Who metamorphosized into a fat old elf giving extravagant gifts to please us.Now all that was once before has become simply a measure of the economy;Maxed out credit cards and peptic ulcers due to anxiety and lack of gastronomy.Lastly, we have to grin and bear the dirge of yet another Auld Lang Syne.Enjoy the respite while you may: Looming near is Saint Valentine.
Your smileEverytime I see your serene face,Im a captive of your smile.That subtle, endearing smile uplifts me.
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