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 Feb 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
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We know the truth of this history
If the time is upon us to sin
We can refuse to
But the charges do not

Men move toward the classic way
To love
To Light
To Dream
To Release

One thing I want to say
to Claudius:

Not a War
Not a ******
Take away any child smile
Anyone can't be happy

Who Murdered Love
Anyone can't bring peace
Who does not love the flowers
He may even ****

Valentine,
My dear Valentine:


On that day you captured
Thought so
Is not something else,
Love is the only way of Salvation

Human life like a hill track
Somewhere in ups and downs,
This prompts the love constantly Friend
And So "Hate is the only word for Claudius"

Though You put to Death,
Hundreds of thousands of years later
Yet Love glistens in the hearts of millions,
Everybody a Valentine One

And Today I say,
Say with my thousand friends

"Long Live the Love
  Long Live Valentine"

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
//In Memory of St.Valentine//

Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome.
Claudius, The Emperor of Rome who ordered that Valentine be put to death.
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 Feb 2015
Pax
True artist is not all about the talent,
it’s the art of loving your craft.
a quote
 Feb 2015
wordvango
so  beauty is
measured
not in time worn remembering
but in  youthful exuberance

brilliance parlayed
censored
by lack of experience
is young and fades away

wise is the one
best when
seeing true beauty
glow and never fade

by eyes of memory
or genius
that knows beauty
is

ordinary magnificence
lives in the daily rituals
of caring for the
day to day
 Feb 2015
Adam Childs
I want to ask society why it
broke so many of its people
Why are so many productive
people feel driven to suicide
Who took their self worth and
nailed it to the mast of net worth
Why are the wealthy inflated
with arrogance and the poor
burdened by shame
Who took self esteem and
married it to our income
How did a tool of measurement
directly become value

Why is it fashionable to be rich
and look down on the poor
Why are the words of a rich man
listened to, so much more
Why do people not recognize their
small creations at the ground level
Why do we rob the poor of respect
too give too the over elevated rich
Why are the poor demotivated by shame
while pride drives on in a ruthless
appetite possessed by the rich

Who disconnected self worth from
the flower of produce and replaced
it with money
Who thought it a good idea to abandon
people on their tiny rafts and throw them
into rough waters of fear and greed
Who said fear and greed make
a good flower bed
Why have people not been guided into
deeper waters where currents flow and
a richness in the heart can be explored
just some thought really not sure if it qualifies as a poem may come back to this
 Feb 2015
Haydn Swan
We throw lies into lives

like pebbles in a pool

watching the ripples disturb the calmness

then cascade off into the distance
Quite simply - cause and effect
 Feb 2015
Amitav Radiance
Holding on to anger
Is like self flagellation
A tirade against peace
Depriving the soul
A dose of tranquility
Leaving deep gashes within
Bleeds in silence
Overflowing the system
Incarcerated heart
Sitting on burning embers
There’s a raging fire
Burning down the peace
Only ashes shall remain
Smeared over the
Remnants, of what life was
 Feb 2015
Eudora
Such luscious lips, with pinkish glow!
She's beautiful.

*
Her chapped lips,  faucet like,
cascade only words of kindness..
She's beautiful.

Such pretty,alluring eyes!
She's beautiful.

Her heavy-lidded eyes : a pair of lenses
capturing only great sharp shots,
they see clearly only the good in people..
They never despise.
She's beautiful.

Such a lovely, curvaceous figure!
She's beautiful.

Within the slim figure,  is a soul
who'll share her food with the hungry,
even if it means she'll be left with nothing
for dinner.
She's beautiful.

*
Beauty is only skin deep..
Inspired by a brief chat with a dear friend today and Audrey Hepburn's insights on beauty
'Look beyond the features, it is reflected in the soul..'
 Feb 2015
Luna Lynn
dancing to a broken record
of solitary tunes
the hand i held is but a mist of rain
gone far too soon

light a candle in the wind
of visions locked away
as we waltz among the memory
forever our song shall play
(C) Maxwell 2015
 Feb 2015
SøułSurvivør
when
thin        gs  

     go

too                      
well
that                         is always

the best ti        me

to

M e          Ss

up!!   !!!!!!!!!!!! !!
Does anyone else get me?
 Feb 2015
SøułSurvivør
~♡~♥~♡~

an ace of
any suit
is always
the
best

but when you're
holding the
ace
of
hearts
hold it
close to
your

VEST

soulsurvivor
~♡~♥~♡~

Thanks to olestoryteller
for the inspiration
 Jan 2015
SøułSurvivør
~~~


at times i
come in dead of night
a horrible great pall... at
times a vivid picture of the
killer         in his         thrall
but my favorite guise will
come when you perceive
the light. you will
not recognize me
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
or know that you
m u s t  f i g h t !


no, you won't recognize me
for i have an art
but in my embrace you'll see
too late

the blackness of my heart


soulsurvivor
(c) january 20, 2015
Satan's favorite cape is
made of 'light'

~~~
 Jan 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
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I was very immature
My Sixth sense until then
Could not understand his words
Listened to all the strange things
How to tune in to that!
It would be a void in my soul
Felt a strong gravity
Ever would leave the door open
Pull away the home would have been without

Consistently in the nature of
Deep darkness,
Off and on beside a Chime river
Ever in the green meadow under a tree
What to get a!

But I remember
The smell of the ancient world,
The taste of the salt water,
Think the creation of
The epoch learned
After Rain very earthy flavor,
I would think would be the essence
Of the air *******

But what a surprise!
How do I know thee fragrance,
Didn't see thee before
Didn't imagine thee face
Only I have to paint
The dark night sky color in,
Sometimes wings to fly
Like a free bird,
Ever saw the weaver birds scatter house,
To be surprised to see the purple color inside
The Black berry

Slowly I grew older then
My Fifth sense,
The more active
My Sixth sense,
Like the branches grew
I saw the the ground to make
I put the plants saw the,
Seen Counterpoint to the creation of,
Seen be created of the soul
You have caused me
When I have seen
I understand that
You do not someone else
Thy existence
Is hidden within me-
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
Thy Existence
Though Christ Love we can make a difference.
For we can allow Christ to use us to help others.
We can make a difference in other people lives.
Because we honestly do love them unconditionally.
We can make a difference in their lives through love.
Because in this world of today , love does matter.
Because we also allow our God to use us to heal others.
Cause there are so many hurting and broken people.
We will make a difference cause we really want to help others.
To find him as well, to become healed and complete in him.
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