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It feels good to know how the head looks like
I have a green pencil
The head is the eraser
In the nite time she picture the future
She painted them green
There are plenty pencils but different eraser
This pencil is breath taking,full of life
With the pencil it feels good that anything is possible
Yes!!! anything is possible

Let's make a new kind of pencil, so that anything can be possible
We can decide to erase the old one,
With a new kind of pencil
We can believe in the new world of ours
Ours is a generation of unending love
Let's stay all night designing a new kind of pencil
Let's be creative, let's be green.
Though we are going to be misunderstood,cause people don't like trying new things
The universe is waiting for us down the lane
I hope we do it right. . .
Inthespiritofxmas. . .
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
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 Dec 2015 Dead lover
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this would all be a whole lot easier if only...
Nangingibabaw ang amoy ng kape sa paligid,
Pati kamay ng orasan ay naririnig.

Mababawi pa ba ng katahimikan
Ang mga nasayang na sandali?
Piercing screams that go unheard

Shattered dreams and empty words

All these things and so much more

Are what make life a tragic chore

They cry, and sob, and weep, and mourn

And pray for hope to be re-born

It's a struggle for survival, and justice, and peace

Or at the very least, for the pain to cease

"But it's their choice," as some may say,

"It's not our fault they live this way."

As society crumbles, cracks and decays

As they break their backs throughout the day

Will they ever be free?

Not one truly knows

But their wills extend as far as the wind blows
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
Ray Suarez
Just hit the ******* gas
There are no stop signs
No destination
No laws now
There is a chance of death
There is always death
But you won't see it
Blinded by the sun
All of it's passion
All the burning
All of it's love
All of it's falseness
In your eyes
Just hit the ******* gas
It's better to not know
What lies ahead
Just hit the ******* gas
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
Chameleon
Never doubt me.
If I want something,
I take it.
If I want to do something
I do it.
I am strong and brave
and **** and smart.
I've never needed anyone's
approval but my own.
I believe in hard work,
and determination.
The world is an open door,
there is always something you can do.
Never let anyone try to tell you
you can't.
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
9ine
Living in an illusion once trapped by your magnitude,
while I grasp for air, of course with love in the air,
I knew you was my yang.

Beauty as elegant that's traveling through your veins,
devouring your heart, 3eye, and mind. I see you.

Air as pure, trapped as a child you are who just want to be free.
With faith, you are free my child as source of power speak.

With this twinkle in your eye resembling that twinkle in night.
You are beautiful, yet your child is even more pure memorizing.

Spread your wings as the angel you are,
and continue to live releasing your light,
my child.
Our poems are fabrics

knit with the dreams inside
laid out in the open
so may a passing eye
grant a glance

a pausing mind
decides for a fleeting moment
to wear

thinking them their own.
1.The Serpent

Pensive, she lies alone on her soft feather bed expectant.
Her eyes widely shut, imagining moments wildly exciting.
Serpentine desire contained in the burrow of her mind,
Sneaks out, slithers, snugly coils around her dainty waist.

2.Fact finder's predicament

The fact finding committee at last,
met in silence, in all seriousness,
But each member was found
taking a walk, in  a direction different.
Each one's sweet whim, clearly
did reflect in the facts they unearthed.
Reaching a point of convergence,
therefore was not something expected.
This is no fiction, but reality. This was God’s miracle again for me,
few hours hereafter occurred the bombings in Paris.  We ?  Already at Airport Orly to Home  ............................With love, Sylvia.


Paris after the 12th of November? No one to blame
the Eiffel Tower? Never more the same,

departure some hours later, no resemblance
those slight difference: terror in ignorance

forced to stay in Paris forever
could  never see again your homeland, remember?

no dreams anymore, constant nightmares
but……. WHO  cares?

you would never know, was it a curse or a bliss,
oddly enough, I informed you now about this.

Now Paris for you is still a greatest bliss
you’ve never been in Paris before
we did enjoy, quarrelled and enjoyed more

for you and I Paris was the walhalla
our love and happiness we never measure, and blah-blah-bla

God showed us the perfect view
from dawn till again morning dew

to treasure and honour His Mighty Impact
that life He showed you, enjoy it and show respect !

please, beware of His presence
be careful and love thy neighbours in mine absence
in all hours of this Great Silence....

© Sylvia Frances Chan
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Paris, le Tour Eiffel  
Mardi le 10-12th November 2015, we were there
Friday the 13th Nov the bombings at 3 places started, but we were safe home in our country, I believe that God has guided us, it started with buying the tickets online and booking the hotel. Why have I chosen only for these dates? God has led me, sure. This is my witness of God's greatness and His Wonder I may experience.
Les heures des Silences
Saturday @Home, the 12th Dec.--15.41 hrs PM.
posted Friday the 11th Dec.2015 - on PF
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