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 Sep 2016 Illya Oz
Melissa S
Shhhh
Can't you just listen
Please for once
I know God gave you ears
I know you can hear
but it is so much *more
than that
Please just *listen

To the sound of my voice
Take in the words
that I am saying


No
Uh uhhh
Stop right there
Can't you see I am hurting
Do you not see the pain
You do not have to fix me
Sometimes you just cannot
Please just hold my hand
Hug me
*Hurt with me
Sometimes there is nothing you can do for a person except
Pray for them ~ hurt with them <3
Always encourage others
To lift themselves up
Guide them towards the right direction
So that they can reach the top
The battle will be tough
But, they have to go through that fire
The victory will be much more sweeter
If they can only reach higher
-¡-

Jesus Christ is not a crutch
He is my

BACKBONE


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/24/2016
Dear friends, don't be surprised at the fiery trials you are going through, as if something strange were happening to you. Instead, be very glad- for these trials make you partners with Christ in His suffering, so that you will have the wonderful joy of seeing His glory when it is revealed to all the world.
1 Peter 4:12,13 NLT

I have never gotten disillusioned by my walk with Jesus. I knew it would be a bed roses - for it is a very sweet place. But roses have thorns. And I encounter those, too.

I've encountered many incredibly difficult things since I came to know Jesus. But my present suffering is nothing in comparison to the glory that will come in His presence. All I want is for Him to say, "Well done."

I will be reading in a couple of hours. I hope you all are well.
I'm praying for you!

-¡-
 Sep 2016 Illya Oz
Little Bear
When i am dead
I want you to
remember
that i loved
you
from deep within
my bones
but

when they scatter
my ashes
You will see
What it meant
for my bones
to be loved
by you  


only
then
will you see
how
Feeling your love
made me fly


That your love
always made me
Fly
without fear
of ever having
to land
 Sep 2016 Illya Oz
Prathipa Nair
Grey reminds no added age hums
Our maturity with young ones
Nothing is in colour of hair
Reverence be your wear
Neither Black nay grey, let us join
Nevermore to become a stray
Why must we attempt the interpretation of another's song , our minds are filled with unique music if we would just let go , let the heart play along , let the soul solo , let harmony free fall* ...
Copyright September 22 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Sep 2016 Illya Oz
Stephan
.
In a destined voice I shall speak my heart
beyond waning sunsets with colorful smiles
and fields of dancing sunflowers,
waving at me in the breeze like they know me

Standing here above all else,
feeling taller than I should
builds a certain strength in my soul,
energizes this tired, once worn out man with new life

Breathing the altitude’s wintered air,
a rush of splendor entices a gleam in my eye
For whatever beauty I may see, there is always her
and I can truly look nowhere else

I have climbed this peak, fought the terrain, the cold,
clawed and scraped on this day
so that the world below, humming autumn tunes,
meandering like ants performing their duties

Would know what I am about to say,
in this moment of peaceful serenity,
eyes wide open, conquering my fears,
pulse racing in fevered flow as anticipation swells, is true

Taking a deeper breath burns my lungs, but in a good way
as I move two steps closer to the edge, gather my balance
and shout from this apex of the world,
“I love you more than anything”
in hopes my desperate echoes find her listening
",,  :  '
,  ° .. '' , °..
. ;   . ." ,, ° '',, .  - ,,
because dust motes appear
in the light
means they are also
in

darkness


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/24/2016
an observation about
light, consciousness
and the
subconscious

°
A '63 green Plymouth was a wonderful
thing , trips to thrill hill , bee lining to Florida
with music on the AM
Push button transmission , 160 mph on the speedometer ,
immaculate cloth and leather interior , **** and Span tires ,
Growling highway rocket , you were one of a kind* ...
Copyright September 22 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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