My heart
bleeds for you.
I had never
forgot the
things you do,
i still appreciate you.

Maybe with time,
i will one day
really become
unrecognisable,
smiling toothless
sitting down
by your side
with my frail
body as you
reach out to me.

Will you still
need me,
will you still
love me,
will you still
hold me and
say those
beautiful words still.

Would you still
look into my
wrinkled face and
still kiss my
twisted lips.

Would you walk
with me still
with my wobbly legs
and bent back.

Would you be
patient with me
as my weak bladder
droll ***** all
over as i
pace the floor
with you.

As you chat
with me and
i stare away
into the space
but never heard
anything you said,
because of my
failing ears or
didn't understand
anything you said,
by reason of dementia,
would you be
angry with me.

As I mess up
my clothes with
food on the
dining table because
of my Parkinson's
shaky hands,
or quadriplegic hands
would you be patient
and not shout down
or scold me
for not being perfect.

Maybe with time
as time goes on,
it will happen.
Promise me you
will stay by
my side and
love me still.
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They walk around
naked like apes,
selling themselves for
a few pennies,
their lives empty,
with smoke in
their mouths.
The body system
messed up with
drugs and alcohol.
They have become
pimps and bums,
uneducated,
idiots,
unemployable,
losers,
future convicts,
effeminate,
immature,
no home training,
no future,
an embarrassment
to black culture,
and no father figure.
Didn't know that
they are on
Satan's payroll.
Belial driven,
they unwittingly
enroll in ******.
Sagging in vogue,
they pulled down
their pants as a
sign and symbol
of ****** and
making a statement
in recognition
of how degraded
they have become.
They are lost
in the paradise
they were supposed
to live as
prince and princesses.
They can do
better than this,
if only they
can return to
the exulted place
of glory where
destiny awaits.
Stand up again
from where
you have fallen.
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No city can
ever be new,
as long as
it's populated by
either animals or
persons.
Keep a city old,
with all the
artifacts and relics
of their beliefs,
love a person
so tenderly,
everyone and
everything is old.
As soon as
you get
something new,
no matter how
beautiful and priceless,
treasured and valued,
expensive or cheap
or meet someone,
even a new
born baby,
they all become
as old as
you touch it,
whatever your eyes
see is old.
The heart and
eyes of man
continues to seek
out new things
and people and
places to conquer.
Never satisfied with
its possessions.
Ever seeking and
ever wanting.
There's nothing ever
that is not old,
nothing at all.
But given is
every new day,
that has dawn
and emerged from
the dark to
be your morning.
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Failure is just
a left turn
down the shallow
slippery steep road
but it is
not that bad,
you didn't fail,
it's only pointing
you to another
way of doing
that same stuff
the right way
just up the hill.
Both up and down
are on the
same mount.
Today is a
gift that can't
wait to be
unwrapped and
to show you
what's inside.
Remember that left
turn is not failure.
Walk down a
bit then make
a right turn.
Don't struggle,
just repeat the
process differently.
Remember a kitten
smiles every time
someone creates
something beautiful.
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I entered
the inner room,
sensitively incensed
with olibanum,
lovely decorated.
It turned and
transmogrified into
a hinged cold
stone sculpture.
Not of this world
but from another
different sphere.
Handling a coiled
serpent is safer
and better than
beholding the unknown.
Getting closer,
is like touching
a strong cold
methodical machine
without a heart.
Life can be
harsh and cruel
at times and beautiful
and divinely good
at other times but
it is also always
just in it's actions,
depending on
the oscillations,
the swing and
the gyration of
the pendulum.
But the stone secret
must be kept
quietly away from
the profane.
The stone on
the mountain strolled
down with an
amazing speed at
the twilight waiting
for it's footprints
to be followed
by the wise.
For those who
walk the same
path towards the
stream of living
waters must be
the silent ones.
For silence is
the guide for
the one who
seeks to follow
the inner path.
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The color in
the world effects
my mood and
my being.
Everything is not
just black and
white though.
I like black,
and i also
like white,  
when black and
white intertwined,
a fusion out
of another is
not only a
mysterious essence
of beauty but
a hint of
pure color of
beautiful gray.
All colors affects
me deeply in
an uncanny mysterious
and amazing way.
What color is
your mood today.
What is the color
of your hair.
What color of
blood does your
heart bleeds out,
there are many
shades of red though.
What color distorts
your life essence.
What is your
favorite color.
How much does
the color in
your world affects
your life to
keep the contract
of the mind.
What color,
but what is
this color anyway.
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The mountains
and the hills
in isolated places,
are ever bothered
by everyone,
disturbing their
solitude.
In their serenity
and calmness
they still tolerate
the encroachments
of the august visitors.
No one really
ever cares if
they needed you
to come visit.
The nature guardians
are all in
hiding in their
habitats because
of you strangers
interference in their abode.
Are the hills
too tired to
bother with your
mountain climbing.
Maybe that's
why it never
cared to move
as you crawl
all over it.
It's time to
stop and see
the fireworks.
Even it's brightness
are intriguing and
captivating as it
draws you
powerfully to itself,
but be mindful
as it lures you.
At least it's
making an effort
to show it's
exuberant prowess.
Be careful,
you might just
get burned.
But life,
this life belongs
to you.
Be careful of
what you seek
in the dark places
or you will
definitely find hell.
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