Just the other day,
someone asked me,
which day is
the other day.
One day of the other days
of the week,
I said.
Monday to Friday is
five days away,
while Friday to Monday
is just three days.
Really funny, isn't it.
Is this a mathematical error
and miscalculation or
just another maths equation.
Why is this so.
Is the algebraic algorithms wrong
or it is just configured to just fix
a mathematical problem.
Xy plus Y and you subtract
the y in Xy then multiply it by 10,
your head spined
and finally they asked you
to solve the problem.
They didn't know that
the problem of the problem
is the problem.
And they wish you a
very merry Xmas
but completely forgot that,
there's absolutely no
X in Christmas.
And someone the other day was,
trying so hard to convince me
that the symbol sign of fish inside
the book I'm reading means
Jesus and a symbol of
a dove especially the white one
represent the Holy Spirit.
Confusion within confusion
is very confusing.
What can we say.
What can we speak.
How can we justify ourselves.
If you ask me,
who will I ask.
So don't ask me because,
I really don't know the answer.
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I am now healed
because I lavishly love.
Caring for your care
opened up my heart to
know how you feel within
by reason of what you do.
Beautiful is the heart that
can love again even when
you are bruised by those
who suppose to lift you up.
The hurtful way they treated
you shows how dark their
hearts are hardened by the
troubles all around them.
Do forgive them for their
ignorance.
Show them love and let them
see the power of love and
compassion and forgiveness.
Never forget how much God
loved you and show and share it.
Don't ever underestimate the
power of love and forgiveness.
Love is the ultimate thing
and it must triumph.
Reach out you must to others
and love deeply from your heart
for you are the extension of your
neighbor who unwittingly is yourself.
**** the ego and selfish pride and
embrace that which endears your heart.
Something must die within us for you
to let someone else in to live love.
Never forget that.
Show some love,
will you?
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To restore a life,
a life must be taken.
To break a curse,
a few will die for
others to live.
Blood must be shed,
to save a life.
A life is taken,
for someone to live
and for hundreds to live,
many will die.
Without shedding of blood,
there will not be
remission of sin.
Being afraid,
the heart shivers within,
even though the eyes
cannot see it.
It's courage to
withstand the odds and
quench the storm makes
all the whole pesky monsters die.
Be ready,
for all things
are made anew.
Yield to the one who
makes all things
beautiful in his time.
Don't be afraid anymore,
he has to die to set you free,
but behold he lives again
so that you will not die but live.
No one needs to die anymore
for you to live.
You are not cursed.
No more shedding of blood.
Say no to anyone to die for your sake.
It is not normal and
it is not acceptable.
It has to stop
And now!!
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By faith all bowed down
to worship as they believe.
Fate drawing them along
their different paths
in pursuit of the divine.
Each in different form
praying to that same God
as they deem fit.
Some faced the wall
maybe to shut out the light
in their darkness.
Others faced the ground,
maybe they are looking for
the light in their darkness.
Some others faced up,
maybe they are drawn to
the light in their darkness.
Each according to the
knowledge of the truth revealed
with that which they know,
bow to the God they believe.
Others close their eyes,
as if blind to check if there's
any light within their darkness.
Still some others shout out,
to invoked some imagined entity
from the oblivion of their dark
emptiness to find the unseen
and unknown God.  
Others still now bow to the carved
wood they made for themselves,
with other sculptures of silver and
gold and some other things they
imagined in their ignorant mind
and in waste they worship them.
Many bow and worship frivolous
man-made mundane things with
monetary values.
In truth the greater light is within
the depths of the castle of our spirit
hidden away from the prowling eyes
of mankind.
We all seemed lost in our search of
the true God of our hearts that's within
reach infused in us and pulsating with
love and power,
calling all with a subtle voice to yield.
His love is shed in our hearts where
he dwells and lives in Majesty.
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I know your heart,
believe me,
I know.
I know the elation
and the joy inside
the heart when
everything seems alright.
I also know the joy and
understand the pain of
that feeling of loneliness
that overwhelms you.
I know the anguish
of your heart and I know
that you are hurting.
I know the confusion
that visits the heart
when finances dwindle
by reason of illness.
I know those sleepless
nights alone in the dark cold
nights at the park when you
don't have a place to dwell in.
I know your fear and
I have seen what it can do.
I know the unbearable
heartrending tears that flows
throughout the night when you
think the world has caved in on
you and life is not fair.
I know the hopelessness
of the one who is so helpless.
How you wish you can disappear
and not be noticed even when you
are in the crowd or
with your loved ones.
I know at the moment you wish
for death that will not come
so soon for a reason because,
beloved child of God,
you are highly favored,
Weep not again,
heaven has heard your cry.
Help and comfort,
solace and Providence from the
culmination of your past efforts are
here to bring to you desired good.
Thank goodness gifts and support are rendered.
Arise and shine again.
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He manipulate his friends
and eliminate his enemies by
his cunning craftiness.
And he thinks he has won.
He cries wolf before he falls.
There's a mountain between us,
and he can never be like you
for he is darned.
He is not worthy of your friendship.
He belongs to the circle
of the dreaded assassins,
head of the herdsmen,
their creed is deep,
terrible and terrifying indeed.
Fear the one that is horribly terrifying
for he is after your life.
How does this whole thing landed
within you and what shifted as a result.
Run for your life,
he will not have mercy.
Wickedness is wrought in him.
The gull of bitterness and
hatred surrounds him.
He will be consumed by the same
fire he has set.
There's no freedom for the
one who enslaves anyone,
his weakness is made manifest
for he is a coward.
Professing to hate corruption,
he fights it with a slack hand,
and a lying tongue,
a deceiver not to be trusted.
He eats corruption as a bread of sorrow.
Woven around him as a spiders web,
he seeks destruction for the naive
as well as the elite.
The one who cannot publicly address you
but only through another to get
his messages across to those
he proclaimed to rule,
hiding behind the iron curtain,
surrounded by deadly killers.
Never will he rule again even as a
weakling that he is.
He will woefully fail as always,
for he is not knowledgeable and
has no good plans for you.
Wished he's smart enough to see
how dumb he is.
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You play with me with
your words and my heart
raced in joy.
Your sweet melodious
song caress my heart
and makes me dream.
I am so thrilled when you
touch me,
as if with magic fingers.
I want more and more of you
as I never want it to stop.
Your whispers in my ears
are so out of this world,
I am carried away by the
sweet little noises you make
as we entangle  and
explore each other on the porch.
A little kiss,
a little hug and
a little soft whispers in my ear
makes me want to smile
and cry and laugh and never
want to let you go.
This is heaven to me.
A love so pure,
so beautiful and divine,
filled with unimaginable tenderness.
Such love will keep and hallow me.
Forever your ***** is my home.
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