Gleaning the garden
for the leftovers
is like gleaning
the whole world
for the fruits
to the tree of life.
To survive in
this down world
is a fight
of the fittest.
To ask the
lions to be
fair and have
pity on the
gazelle means
starvation for the
whole pride.
It is in
the natural order
of things
to survive by
any means necessary.
To accuse
the cow of
eating the grass
means death.
To accuse
man of eating
vegetables means
extinction of mankind.
To survive,
something must die
for you to live.
Everything you consume
must die
to give you life.
To ask the
whales to stop
soiling and drinking
All the waters
just because
you are thirsty
or to stop
messing up the oceans
because of you
is really laughable.
Everything created has
their place in
the natural scheme
of things
including you.
As something are
meal for you,
even so you
will someday
become a
meal for something.
And the circle
continues.
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Go back to
the source of
your beginning
to find peace.
Within the beginning
is your source.
Beneath the source
lies the life
that sustain you.
From the beginning,
there is no
other life except
the one that
pulsates within you.
This vital life force
is your source
of being.
Your being emanated
from a living
source if the
universe to give
rise to something
magnificently unique.
This life force
is the breath
within breathe.
Powerful in it's
exaction and
precise and accurate
to it's timing.
As above,
so it is  below.
Gyrating in it's swing
to work in
synergy with all things
as allowed in nature.
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The whispers of
a lonely old man
heart rending words,
muttering,
sitting all alone
in the dark.
The small room
lighted only by
flicker of a
dim lampshade
on an old
soiled worn out
side table,
with a few
old books,
a writing pad
and a pencil.
His only companion
a parrot chatting
as if to
tell him to
speak louder.
A deafening silence
overshadowed by the
weariness of the
dark quiet room
made it a
bit scary.
The old man
nurtured with cereal
made by an
old dumb maid
living next door.
Loneliness had almost
consumed him,
except for the
sparkle in his
deep sunken
dark sad eyes.
His wrinkled face
full of wisdom,
smiling softly so
subtly as if
he had no care
in the world
at all,
but the secrets
of the sages
within him.
Such is the
heart God dwells.
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The breathe of
the immortal flows
in me and
vitalise the royal blood
in my being.
My spirit is
ever so young.
I have a
sober and
quiet mind.
With a humbled
and grateful heart
i come to you.
Your presence
comforts me.
You formed me
solely from the
space dust that
fell on the earth.
I came from
above and now live
below on earth.
I am the man
of heaven and
of earth.
I watched the
sunrise at dawn
and the sunset
at dusk.
I can be anything
i want to be
because of the
power that works
in me.
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Beautiful evening,
with a beautiful
full moon.
We watched as
the shooting star
flew by.
Star filled sky,
at this lonely night,
we hold hands
going forward together.
Nature itself bears
witness to our love.
The night creatures
sing their songs
close by,
as the moon
dimly lights
the way for us.
What a moment,
so beautiful
and magical,
adorned with smiles
and laughter.
Fireflies everywhere
as if to guide us
to the garden.
Beautiful flowers
welcomed us
with their fragrance.
With the stroke of
quiet radiant evening,
a new beginning
just began.
Today is cherished
and unforgettable.
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The vague thoughts
of you in
my head is
definitely an illusion
of silly deception.
It's like a
deception of a
deluded one asked
to step into the
deep murky waters
just to retrieve
the slimy spit
of a loved one.
Like a man
who shaved
his beard off
and still wants
to wear it
on his head
as a souvenir.
Like a child
that saves his
tears on a jar
to be used
as an ointment.
Like something
you don't know
or understand
that mysteriously
pulls you back.
Like an uncanny
whirlwind that
blows at midday.
Like the sound
of an unseen feet
raising lots
of dust on
a lonely street.
It is a
terrible deception that
cannot be atoned
either in time
or eternity.
Like a foul
smelling ****
that can choke
even the fish
in the deepest waters.
I just want
to be myself,
not you.
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Your love
consumes me
in a unique way
my heart sings
a new melody,
and i
dance for you.
Your heart
swallowed me up,
so I can
stay with you.
Your presence
comforts me,
so i can safely
feel your essence.
Your lips
caresses me,
so your sweetness
overtakes me.
Your ******* feeds
and satisfy me,
i want no other.
Your arms
embraced me as
a warm covering
against loneliness.
Your words
filled me up
with so much joy,
i am fulfilled.
What can I say
about your kiss,
it makes me
go weak at
the knees.
How you do
me is amazing,
you are
my weakness.
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Enfold me in
your warm embrace
with passion and
pleasure.
Delight in the
whispers of the
immortal voice.
You must give
everything to
make you as
beautiful as the
dreams that dance
in your imagination.
Like the illusion
of magic into
the world beyond
to see the
world of mortals
and immortals.
You who can
dance with me
to the music
of the fairy
spirits in the wind,
come let's dance
and be merry.
With the breathe
of the immortal,
the fire burns
within to erotically
penetrate the spine
through the Yoni,
sending you to
the inner temple
where everything else,
even the stony
hearts melts.
Don't ever let
anyone enter
your inner chamber
without love.
You are
my treasure and
my pleasure.
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Alluring is
the beauty of
a gorgeous goddess,
with a beautiful smile.
Her figure
like a dream.
Sleek movement
of her gait is
something to behold.
She shines like
the morning sun
and sets like
the evening.
The beautiful Sunset
and the solitary bird
seek to fly together.
Together at eventide
we can sail
towards the morning.
As the moon
and the stars
bears witness
to our love
in the dark.
The light of
divine love are
waiting for us
with immense gratitude.
To fulfill
the promise
our hearts made.
Triumphing every
circumstances that
threatens our happiness.
Love is all
that matters.
It is more
than vain glory,
It is better
than the arrogance
of riches.
It is a comforting
wealth of the heart.
It brings laughter
and solace to the soul.
Love is like
a symphony music.
Two hearts in
love dance together.
He who has
love is wealthy.
Abundance and
grace easily floats
towards him.
Love it is.
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The light walks
into the deep dark
and the darkness
always yields.
In the midst
of darkness within
and without comes
the glorious light.
It comes to
dismiss darkness
and make it
disappear to emptiness.
All emptiness of
the mind is
darkness and a vacuum,
affecting emotional
and physical,
they depicts the
absence of light.
There is
something strange
about the
flickering golden light.
The illuminance and
incandescence of light
however small,
even in the
deep dark place
suddenly glows in
the presence of
darkness,
pushing the dark
gently into oblivion.
But the darkness exists
to explain the light.
Abject darkness
does not die,
though dead.
It rises up
again in the cloud
like the unicorn
but seeks out
the light immensely
to prove itself.
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Everyone i love
just left.
Like a sudden
conventional rain
that just fell
and leaves
no trace on
the ground.
All those that
matters in my
life left.
Like the tempest
of the east wind
that comes with
the storm.
They made me
feel like a *****.
Like a skunk
with an awful smell.
Like one who
unknowingly and
accidentally defecated
on his pants.
With a mask
over my face,
i walked around
like a fugitive,
hiding shamefully
like a criminal
behind the mask.
I don't know
how i got to
this place of
emptiness and
loneliness.
Is there just
no one out
there for me.
My heart hurts
so bad and
held more mystery
than even the
darkest jungle.
I will give
anything for the
return of all
of you again.
I bet it will
all be different
this time.
Now the sea
is calm,
the reef exposed,
the sky blue,
with lashing of pink,
loops down,
creating magically
the beautiful lining
of lush lustre.
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When you look
up into the sky
at night,
have you ever
imagined shuttling
into the universe.
Like the mind
of the poet
that runs all
over the space
and the universe
in fantasy mode.
Beautiful to feel
the throbbing of
the universe as
the beating of
a heart beat.
The subtle echo
of the sound
penetrates silently
into our being.
The words are
as smooth as silk.
Coming from the
realm beyond our sphere,
the universe reflecting
on the mirror
of the mind
with thoughts so
profound and powerful
floods the heart
with words so
serene to appease
the ears with tranquility.
The mouth agaped
as if drunk,
satisfied and comforted.
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In this
strange city
where everyone
is corrupt and
must survive
by crooked way.
People around
are suspicious
of themselves.
You also
often think
of the trouble
and tricks of
the cunning
craftiness ones.
To avoid them
is difficult.
Once you give
warmth to the
wrong person,
you lose all.
You will never
know the sound
of the song
of your own
heart and voice.
The infinite beauty
of your essence
will melt away.
But beware of
the quiet man
who always keeps
quiet in the
midst of others.
For while others
speak and blab,
he watches.
And while others
act out their follies,
he plans.
And when they
finally rest,
he strikes.
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As you grow
and bloom,
sturdy like a tree,
you are constant
in your love,
and not fickle
And flowing like
the stream,
meandering towards
the ocean,
you have always
been there for me.
Like the morning sun,
you shine,
so bright and beautiful.
Sublime and subtle
just like the
full moon,
you illuminates
even the darkest
days of a
burdened heart.
Strong hearted,
beautiful and divine,
filled with love
and life,
you mesmerize
anyone that comes
to your sphere.
Even as the
blooming sunflower
represents vigorous
vitality,
you also represent
everything that
makes up beauty.
Even as the fish
constantly swims
and never sleeps,
you constantly hover
around and worry
over me.
Like the mother hen
protect and
cover her chicks,
you hide me
under your pavilions.
I feel safe with you.
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The lonely moon
is half dark
and half bright.
But you are
beautiful the
way you are.
Like the moon,
you are also
half dark and
half bright.
Filled with the
light and brightness
of the sun,
you glow with
the majestic glory
of a crowned one.
The subtle light
of the new
and full moon
illuminates your life.
You are full
of wisdom and
kindness of a
noble heart.
You sit on
the throne,
but yet you
feel the sadness
and the pain of
a burdened one.
The wind blows,
the rain gathered,
and even the
storm abates but
the sun dried up
the wet ground.
The night has
fallen in daylight,
the leaves smiled,
the thunder clapped
and the heart
is sore afraid.
Even the trees
want to stand still
but the wind
will not let it.
And again the
dream never ends
and don't even exist.
So you think,
but look deeper
again beyond the
realm of this sphere.
Truly i know
nothing of your heart
but let me in,
so I will know.
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The sunset made
the sky look
beautiful and colorful,
reflecting on
the beach water
with shimmering hues
of beauty.
The seagulls
as if satisfied
for the moment,
gave their final call
to bid the day
good bye.
The girl stood
on the coast
and looked into
the distance.
Her figure
was very beautiful
and alluringly attractive.
Unimaginably blending
beautifully with
the scenario,
her silhouette casting
a dreamy shadow
of mesmerizing beauty
as if stolen
from the spirits,
giving it an
illusion of magic.
This is a
special magical evening,
enchanting with a
supernatural occurrence.
The stars displayed
their beauty as
they glow and
glitter in joy
making the moment
captivating and yet
so subtle you
can hardly notice it.
Tonight,
a star is born.
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Everything melts as
my heart speaks,
of love and
compassion.
Not of sadness
and pain but
of relief from
burden of pesky
unfortunate and
unsolicited approach
to close an
unclassified heart.
Secrets hidden within
are all out
in the open.
Even if a
piece of boundless
classified
heart is huge,
i can find you.
Because you are
my life.
Lost in the
paradise of love within.
Deserts are nothing
compared to
the huge expanse
of what is
inside the heart.
The heart never
yields to the
lukewarmness of
a dull soul,
for the fire
of the spirit
burns up everything
that sinks the heart
into the mud.
But as slippery
and fickle as
the heart is,
it must also
be consistent and
constant in this matter,
or everything will
crash by itself.
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I know that
love is a
beautiful thing
and it's catching
up on me.
I really miss
the feeling of
the heart in love.
And I felt
the flame of love
from the deepest
part of my soul.
My heart beats
so fast with
the systematic rhythm
of the symphony
of the spirit.
The rhapsody of
which engulfed
my soul powerfully
touched my heart
so beautifully and
left me speechless.
This is all
my soul wants
and it is enough
because it is everything.
Can anything be
as sweet and
lovely as a
cool hearty smile
of a loved one,
on a sunny afternoon.
You just have
to see with me
that a man
with a beard
looks like a king
and love is
all it takes to
have him by
your side.
Make it right
and enjoy yourself
in his kingdom.
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She gathered
the common but
beautiful flowers from
the garden,
the road sides
and the backyard
to decorate the table.
With so much
love in her heart,
she sang the
song of pure love.
The newly blooming
camellia are large
and bright red.
So much beautiful
with the roses
growing by the side
making it extremely
quite unique and
so exquisite reminding
you of the
alluring flow and
beauty of the
symphony orchestra.
With a gift
of beautiful fragrance
to the senses,
the nostrils
adorned with
love for the
heart to rejoice
and resonate in
remembrance.
It is quite
a breathtaking feeling
that puts a smile
on the face.
It is just a
gift of love
from a beautiful soul
with a lovely heart.
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It is not
trouble that i seek
but to share
the peace of
my life,
my world and
my home.
All troubles
are missing
so the dance
of the spirit
is so peaceful,
like the eternal
starry sky,
the oldest word
flows out of
the heart of
the loved one.
Love is the
real reason why
we are all
in this universe
together.
It is our home,
the heartbeat
of our lives.
One cloud,
one universe,
same air but
only different zones.
We are all
beautiful and fragrant
roses of the
cosmic garden.
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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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The night sky
is full of
bright stars and
full moon.
So rich with
all the heavenly
bodies showing
off their glory.
Something significant
is happening as
there's no sign
of rain tonight.
So beautiful and
windy here.
As if it's
divinely arranged.
Thank goodness,
there's serenity and
calmness.
There's an infinite
cosmic blessings
looping above this
special summer
night sky with
beautiful starry glow.
This is love divine
literally exporting itself
to possess those
who are ready.
Looking up at
the night sky
you can tell
what's really happenings.
And then in
your mind beautiful
thoughts are formed
to prepare you.
For your heart
is happy with
all the pomp going on.
Sing with me
a little bit more
and say a
joyous word,
for the night sky
is waiting to
take it beyond
to the morning.
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The eagle spreads
its wings and flies
up towards the sky,
overlooking everything,
the overlord
of the sky
watching everything.
But the soaring
eagles eyes caught
something interesting.
Saw your intent,
but was kinda
confused about
your flirtatious rigmarole.
He now queries it,
whispering.
Your spouse and
your side chick,
which one is
more special.
Tell me who
is the most beautiful
and which one
do your heart
desires most.
The heart that
loves you faithfully,
and alluringly yields
to you fully,
or the one
without love but
willing to give
her body for ***,
never want to
have you for keeps.
Which one is
more gratifying.
Are you willing
to introduce your
side chick
to your family
since you love
her so much?
Or you just
love stealing victories
belonging to another.
And the eagle
suddenly dives down
to pick up it's prey.
With a shrilly cry,
and a sound
of victory he
flew towards the
mountains to devour
its prey.
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The face to
the sun shine
squints to see.
The sun shines
to the face
like a smile
brightens up.
The lunar a
rub off from
the sun gives
the lesser light
but full of
unimaginable subtle
energy that controls
our moods,
the ebbs and
tide of the ocean,
and the season.
If your heart
refused to speak
to love,
then it is
meaningless for
the moon bleeds
and calls out
to the deep
and mysteriously
gloriously dreamy.
The blood moon
is out looking down.
Change is hard,
but it's here.
How can we
escape these things.
The mind is
not ignorant
of this truth,
and it's not
that simple too.
To understand
the silent swept
barrenness of the mind,
like the moon
is profoundly complex.
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You disliked
to read and
hear the words
flowing from
my heart,
yet you just said
you loved me.
You don't like
what comes
out of me,
because it affects
you like wine.
But you claimed
I'm the world
to you and
love me as
yourself but you
never listened
to my soul.
Among those
who disliked,
and never
liked a prophet,
i count you
in their number.
My words pierced
the soul and
sing songs to your
spirit and your
heart trembled.
You are afraid
of what my words
will do to your mind.
You are scared
to be in love
with me and
my words.
You are so
flipped out and
can't show your
vulnerability.
You are so
annoyingly sensitive,
you can't feel
and love deeply.
Do not worry
about it,
i understand everything,
perfectly.
My poetry is
like a soothing
sound heard in
the middle of
the forest,
the flute of
the soul to
bring solace to
your tired body,
the muse of
the spirit to
comfort you.
Understand me
but don't struggle
with yourself,
i beg of you.
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The darkness hovers,
over the sky
in control of
the night.
So dense you
can sense the
footsteps of the
unseen and strange
creatures moving
in the dark.
Like a token
of afflictions,
the effigies of
the gargoyle nearby
moved as if
it's alive
to strike the
evil ones.
No one that
is horribly evil
must escape from
this prison of
the dark world.
Only the innocent,
rising from obscurity
to eminence,
escaping honorably
and acquitted of
a crime accused of.
Triumphant over
the odds.
Climbing a high
pair of stairs
with sane passion.
The dense darkness
makes the moon
and the stars
to shine brightly,
revealing the silhouette
of the nature beings,
the spirits at
work in the
garden nearby.
Nature with its magic,
so beautiful,
full of life
and excitement exhibits
their grandest grandeur.
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What will you do
when strength
becomes weakness.
Excellence comes
from doing what
you do best,
but you need
to make sure
you're doing it
at the right times.
The voice of the
one whispering within
are sure to
gently pull you in
with his incredible
tremendous warm
and soothing delivery.
It has a
great impact to
effect your life.
There is heaven
in love if
you believe.
But do you believe.
Be in love
with the fantastic
and the divine
to experience it.
Don't be confused.
What should you
do when you lost.
Still love anyway.
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The green smoke
lamp shines on
very well and
so brightly,
bringing the images
of the trees
cast on the
floor so near,
and hiding the
pathway to the gate
from the strangers.
The rain on
the green leafs
makes it even
more intense and
intriguing to access.
It doesn't take
forever to ever
nurture loves dream.
It's roaming and
turning without
ceasing.
Spinning so fast,
making it impossible
to catch your breath.
Dispersed and,
disappeared,
lost out on
the dream bed.
Forgotten,
not remembered
anymore,
not even remotely.
The sheds
of green leaves
are definitely
not the same.
But facing the
face of the
green sea
from the hill
where the green
dragon lives,
fronts the hidden
gateway of
the new frontier
to the unknown,
like a person's
heart pulsates
with infinite love
remotely controlled.
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You can never
separate yourself
from the source
of all souls.
Here every single
soul is unique
like a song
and a flower
in their varieties
and so beautiful,
even so is,
all the stars
in the sky
different in their glory.
Everyone you meet
carries a bit
of heaven and
is so beautiful
and divine.
As beautiful as
the ocean,
profound and mysterious,
untapped and intriguing,
inviting and yielding,
yet sacred but
so scary.
It let's a
person look at
himself to find
out if he's
uncomfortable in
his own skin.
With a great
sense of awe
and reverence,
we approach
the beautiful with
sublime subtleness
and singleness of
purpose.
Beauty of
the spirit through
heart explosion
expressed itself
as desired.
Guilty as charged,
everyone seems
to feel the
same warmth of
love so beautifully.
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Magnificently and
beautifully with grandeur,
the new dawn
quietly emerged
from the darkness.
A new door,
fresh as the morning,
the fresh air
of the ocean breeze
slowly unfold itself.
Split of dawn,
like a sword,
silent as night,
ushered in the
rising sun.
Like the baby turtle
emerges from
its shell without
a care rushes  
to take its
first bath at
the sea,
risking everything,
but to survive.
The new dawn,
at this morning,
greets you.
Welcome it,
enjoy its warm
embrace as it
enfolds you with
solace and love.
It brings the
message of the
miraculous.
With it's first
and fresh early
morning dew from above,
it blesses you.
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I have climbed
down the rotten
ladder of confusion
and dismay.
And I've been
raised up also
to the highest
pinnacle and corridor
of power.
I've enjoyed
accolades and the
awards of honors.
My heart have
loved someone before
and lost because
i couldn't win
her beautiful heart.
I have also
been loved by
a tender heart.
I've known peace
and enjoyed serenity,
I've also been
horrendously tormented.
I have seen
beautiful and
unspeakable things
that will leave
you speechless.
I have survived
death by war
and by ill health,
by the hands
of people and
by accidents,
all left their
scars as witnesses
to tell their tales.
The lion man
is very good
at showing his
charm to subdue
and intimidate everyone
else into surrendering.
Power is taken
by force and
the forceful takes
it by force.
A gentleman never
had anything given
to him unless
grace is operational
in his life.
You may be
wise but poor,
know that no
matter how loud
your voice may sound,
no one may
ever hear you.
But in all
of these countless
years of experience,
the Almighty has
been very good
and kind to me.
And now
my mouth and
my heart is
forever so grateful.
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The warrior in
me arise to
fight back
as he confronts
the troubling monsters
within the gate.
For the very
first time
he will not
sheath his sword.
He knows that
God will forgive
but he won't.
The demons within
are not
worth forgiven.
The warrior is
ready to fight
his battle against
whatsoever stands
on his way
to the kingdom.
He must conquer
all to gain
entrance into the
inner corridor of
the spiritual bliss.
Since a son
decided to have
a son before
his father,
the warrior will
show him that
it is not
possible ever,
because the river
does not and
cannot flow backward.
With the sword
of the spirit drawn,
and the help
of the Almighty,
the warrior wins
his battles of self.
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Like the sun,
I rise
with warmth,
to touch
your life
and your heart
with my words,
to infect you
and brighten
your day
with my smile.
I arise
with love,
I arise with
beauty that
will melt
your heart.
Take my
moments with
you to
touch your world
with love
as you have
touched mine.
Let my
love bring
heaven to you.
Let me
bring healing
to your soul.
I want
to be the
first to say
I am sorry,
so you will
never hurt anymore.
Let my tears
wash your sorrows,
let it
wash your feet,
to cleanse it.
It will
bring solace
into your bones.
Let me
rise to the
sky with you
on my mind
and in my
final moments
to touch the sun
and be absorbed
by his love.
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Enjoy the
beauty of the
stars at night.
The heavens
brought them out
to cheer you up.
Ahhh,
the moon
did not slumber,
there it keeps
watch,
standing as witness.
The beauty
of the sky,
like the mood,
can be boundless.
No need to
be afraid or feel
harassed by the
influence of the
dark spooky spirits
of the underworld.
Harmless,
they ignore you
and go about
their enormous daily
tasks without
interruption.
Who would
have thought that
nature would be
so mindful of me.
I am nothing
in this great
ocean but i
am something
that it desires.
But i am
that kind of
person waiting for
the morning to
appear again.
The stars are
still up there,
they never sleeps
though hidden within
the bright blue sky,
peeping down through
the brightness
of the sun,
monitoring every
of your activities.
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She cried like
a baby whimpering
alone in an
abandoned room.
Like a wolf
at the full moon,
she howls.
As if to
magically call down
the powers of
the spirits from
their hidden places,
she utters those
strange words
into her cauldron,
out of which
came out a
strange smelly
choking dark smoke.
Her sinister smile,
a warning to
keep your distance
from the abode.
Close by is
the figure of
a gargoyle where
she fetched her
rain water.
Laboreka-kwashindo-
kakiska hin,
she screamed with
a cracked deafening
voice that sends
chills up the spine.
And the firmament
responded with a
super sounds of
thunderstorm shattering
the sky night.
The last witch
of Avulalon from
the lineage of Adim
conjuring her magic.
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It is a call
of service and
to serve.
Iron the clothes
between the
golden cross and
the rose with
blue curtains.
The sacred sceptre
lies in the
center of the
sacred alter
of which only
the chosen is
allowed to approach.
Approval of the
temple guardians
are required to
access the alter.
Many have been
afflicted and slept
because of
disobedience.
Approach the castle
of life with
square and trowel
to work and serve,
and love enough to
be embraced into
the fold of
the Heirophants,
highly dedicated
and consecrated.
Do you hear
the call of
the divine deep
within your soul,
then answer
the call of
the spirit with
sublime gratitude
to serve.
Not looking back,
Ever!
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Life is like
an egg,
simple and
extraordinarily
beautiful.
But first ask
yourself what gain
has living in
the past
brought you.
Except for the
euphoria or
pain and anxiety
it brings.
All are illusions.
Sometimes you
understand without
knowing and sometimes
you just know
without understanding.
All depends on
the platform of
individual comprehension.
In this present moment,
be awakened.
Waisting a lot
of time catching
your breath from
struggles of the past,
and anticipating of
the future you
have not previously
prepared for,
instead of living
fully in the
present moment.
There is no
right or wrong
perception,
both are alright.
It is still
your choice.
Life has an
explanation for existence,
that's the whole
mystery buried in
the present moment.
Like a dream,
it becomes elusive
when you can't
decipher or find
it operational in
your present moment.
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Don't bring
up yesterday,
it is dead.
It died when i
left it's presence.
I live right
here in this
present moment.
Deal with me
as i come
to you as
our morning.
Care for me
as you feel
the urge at
this present time.
This is who
i am now,
it is what i am,
i offer it
at the alter
of your heart
as it is
at this moment.
I am not
in my past,
it doesn't
exist anymore,
i do not
live there.
I moved on.
I've metamorphosed
into a
different being.
The past does
not return,
the rest of
my life will not.
I'm no longer
available in
that network.
I refuse to
be the sinner
you want
me to be.
You have a
choice to either
delete it or
live with the
burden of the
garbage of the past.
It is your choice.
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Casualty of love
is a terrible
and unbearably
unfortunate thing.
A circumstance
that can happen
to naive
unsuspecting ones.
A situation that
can be avoided.
A vibrant hot
stone that can
be hurled at
a distance.
Like a javelin
thrown in a battle,
so can it
pierce the heart.
It's brokenness can
break the spirit
and cast a
spell to jinx
your love life.
Heart attack
of the coward
to wound a
heart in love.
To ****** and
abuse the one
whose sole intent
is to make
you happy is
the way of
a sadistic ****.
To hurt the
heart where the
spirit dwells is to
offend the gods.
The cupids will
haunt you down
with hot oil
poured over their
arrows tip dipped
in fire to
pierce your body.
All disappointments
in love hurts
so bad you
can actually feel
the physical pain.
The promise
and fail,
the artful deceptions
of a crafty
cunning lips
whose mouth is
full of lies.
But all of
these ***** and
is disgusting.
It surely has
consequences too,
that can definitely
not be forgotten.
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Beauty,
such as
weathering keeps
all things clearly
in sight as
every flower blooms.
Yellow
chrysanthemums
are in full bloom
displaying their beauty
with other flowers.
The season just
began,
so bright and
beautiful with the
birds chirping away.
Their songs of
praise heard in
our yard garden.
The beautiful morning
sun is out,
already shining,
as if smiling
down with greetings.
Watching the flowers
opening up to
greet the day
with love is
amazing and awesome.
I stood in
sublime solemnity,
awe and reverence
to welcome the
new dawn emerged.
The sky is
subtly infused with
so much energy
you can
actually feel it.
And the trees
also wants to
stay still but
the wind will
not let it.
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I can feel
the pain and
vibes of our
people and nation.
I see their
suffering and
humiliation.
I can sense
their anger.
I know their
helplessness.
I also have
a taste of
the sour soup
as my dinner.
I know what
it feels like
to be rich
yet so poor.
To be thirsty
in the midst
of so much water.
What can i
say about the
people who were
massacred in numbers
at their own
backyard because of
their own garden.
I'm speechless to
describe the
hopelessness felt
at the sights
of those horrendous
moments that i
can't help myself
but weep.
It is that bad,
because the problem
of that problem
is the problem.
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What you only
needed is just
five minutes of
peace when your
body is infested
by those itchy
crazy worldly
worms crawling
all over when
they come.
Just listen to
your heart beats,
they tell you
that you are
still alive.
Listen to
yourself instead
of the world
and your problems
if you just
want to peace
out a bit.
Why are chickens
so much more
than brain birds.
Chickens,
like many
other animals,
are resplendently
different from
one another.
They can be
therapy birds,
worried mothers,
helpful friends,
impressive memorizers.
The clear capsule
start dissolving
as soon as
it is immersed
in a quiet
pool water.
So are your
problems dissolved
in thin air
when you let
them go.
Cease to worry
about those things,
they are like
ants that crawls
all over you
when you make
a softened butter
creamed with sugar
and paste on your
skin as cream.
It's just a
party dance invitation
to the ants.
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Passing by the
stone slap,
the heart leads
to the quiet
red beautiful roses
symbolizing love.
Dwelling in the
garden for a
moment just
to see her,
the fragrance
subtly spreads to
speak for me.
It baffles me
how much i
love to see
her face as
she peeps from
the little window
of the mansion
as she senses
my presence.
Love it is
that binds the
heart of those
who seeks it.
Nothing more ever
can change their
heart.
Both are blinded
by reason of love.
Their ears can
no longer even
hear the quacks
of the ducklings
or even the
grasshopper nearby.
As the deep
calls out to
the deep,
even so their
heart is closed to
common reasoning.
Inseparable and ready
to confront any
challenges unto death,
so are the
things love and
loving can
do to you.
Don't waste this
lifetime without love
accept it even
as a souvenir.
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Bouncing back
from rejection has
a way of
affecting us.
The pain is
a lot like
physical pain,
we feel the
pain so deeply,
its heart wrenching.
This is how
perfectionism fails us.
It's best to
celebrate the little
wins and imperfect
moments alongside
the big successes
to combat our
fear of failure.
We all have
an area,
closet,
shelf or
drawer that
remains a mess,
despite our
best efforts.
Hiding behind the
scenes of our
closest is a
terrible idea.
Take a walk,
go for that
long swim,
be creative,
take a new class.
Spend time with
nature and do
some gardening,
until your heart
is ready for
someone new
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