I'm logging out
of this smouldering
relationship with
so much drama.
It deflated me
and sap my
soul of energy.
Don't ever encourage
me to wait
for a little bit
or give it time
to work out or change.
You probably won't
meet me well
and alive or maybe
meet me insane.
I don't need
a shrink to
know that I'm fully
zapped out and
need to recuperate,
or a monster
created by this
unfortunate event
will be unleashed and
probably devour me.
Right now there's
a network problem
and the number
you are calling
is no longer available
or maybe switched off.
Now there's a need
for a new SIM card,
but the memory card
is still valid.
Remember that
the number you
are dialling is
not in use and
not recognized by
the service provider.
I'm no longer
available in that network.
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Everything is
good and
perfect in nature
and creation.
The Almighty
cannot and
do not make
mistakes.
You are not
junk or imperfect,
actually you
are completely
perfect in him.
This lonely man,
you sad woman,
torn between
the two worlds
of their gender.
Trapped in
a female body,
but a male.
Or that man,
so stuck in
a male body,
but a female,
trying to discover
the truth.
So confused.
Does that
make it wrong,
or right.
It doesn't exist,
only opposites
and besides
it doesn't
really matter.
Both are
working so
perfectly in
synergy to
bring balance
into our lives.
But for the
light to shine
so bright and
beautiful,
there must be
presence of
the darkness.
They are the
broken victims
of their gender.
Her real roots
are *******
in creation.
Wild woman,
sad man,
drowning in
two worlds.
Can they ever
really adjust.
So confused
with a quiet
tears on the inside,
and a silent cry
on the outside.
Their brokenness
and their confusion
you cannot fathom.
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If it is
an illusion,
why do
i feel it
so deep
in my heart.
I'm dazed
with this
illusion
as if
I'm drunk.
Is this truly love.
I'm so
intoxicated by
it all.
But I
don't want
to get out of it
It's tremendous
sweetness,
so powerfully
encircled me.
Now I'm a
prisoner of love.
There is
no escape,
for i am done.
I need to
come out
of this prison
and be free.
All you see
are illusions
of magic
hidden within
the heart.
But yes,
it must be love.
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Whosoever will
come with you
to the next
level must be
fully persuaded
and prepared
to confront death.
You must
weather the storm,
confront the cyclone,
survive the tsunami,
beat the wild wind
and the tempest,
the holocaust will
mean nothing to you.
Even the catastrophic
Armageddon will
be a child's play.
You have to
be strong hearted
to walk through it
the second time.
Hades will be
waiting for you.
The first time
is a happenstance,
the second one
is a coincidence,
and the third is
the enemy's action.
Don't be deceived.
Refuse to be used.
We have become
the laughing stock,
the hyena is
moving in our
midst stalking you.
Hunger among the
people ravaging
everyone.
The punisher said,
follow me to
the next level.
You better run
for the thunderstorm.  
The final destructive
level of our destiny
is coming with
brutal force.  
The latter will
be worse than
the former.
How can that be.
Which level.
The final level
of destination
to hang you.
Can the living dead
move to the
next level.
This wickedness
has to stop.
Change is in
your hands.
If you know,
you know.
I can't go
with you to
that next level.
The mason has
measured the final
level and i choose
to follow the
path of my destiny.
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Today is the
beginning of
something really
uniquely new.
The thunderbolt,
has strike again,
my heart skipped
a little bit.
She has taken
over my heart
and my soul is
thrilled and happy.
She is so pretty,
passionately exquisite,
immaculately
beautiful to the core.
She smiled and said,
my name is already
written in your heart.
Look for me there.
All you have to do
is just call me and
I'll answer you.
She's so young
and cute.
So innocent and
fresh like a flower.
A beautiful budding rose.
Blooming alone
in the quiet corner
of my heart.
As ice melts
before the heat,
even so my heart
softened and bowed
to her sweetness.
Tender like a reed,
she wrapped her  
arms around me
and her lips slowly
like the child suckling
the Mother's *******
explores my mouth.
Her voice is of
the spirit and
of the heaven.
I definitely welcome
her with joy.
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My life at
the beginning
of creation
is woven with
words and
watered down
with poetry.
My mind
creates the
pictures that
the heart
wants me to
interpret into
words and
give it life.
My eyes
feeds the mind
with profound
scenes of the
unspeakable,
which my mouth
translates into
intricate words
of clear speech
and poetry.
Complex in nature,
convoluted and tangled,
complicated and twisted,
ravelled and ornate,
labyrinthine and winding,
maze-like and knotty,
serpentine and sinuous,
circuitous and detailed,
daedalian and involute,
mixed up and fiddly,
byzantine and Gordian
mind blowing words
that are arranged
in a delicate way,
to soothe and smooth,
correct and mend,
comfort and bring
solace to heal
our brokenness.
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