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 Aug 2016 Suzoda
complexify
truth is indeed like a bitter medicine to swallow.

not saying this because truth cures.
not also saying this because it's bitter.

what i want to really say here is truth is a part of your life.
you gotta swallow it
forcefully and willingly.

without *pain
, there will be no medicine.
and
without lies, there will be no truth.

right?
somehow still finding the truth behind these words that crossed my mind randomly.
 Aug 2016 Suzoda
Tia White
I look for you
In passing faces
A stranger's glance
In haunted places

I feel you among
Nature's grandest setting
It is you that I remember
Even when I'm forgetting

I see you wherever I go
In everyone I meet
Your words echo in conversations
That pass me on the street

Your soft, easy way
That safe familiar tone
That always takes me back
To a time long gone
 Aug 2016 Suzoda
complexify
I laughed a bit.
You're asking me how?
Let me answer that for you.

x

*You can't.
you can't avoid what's inevitable.
 Aug 2016 Suzoda
complexify
i love you
i miss you
take care okay
don't leave me
i hate you
please get out
i don't care
you should go
 Aug 2016 Suzoda
Megan Sherman
Angel, angel, spirit true,
Blessed fires run through you,
What fine art could frame thy face,
And capture thy immortal grace?

On what distant shores or sands,
Do you work the magic of thy hands?
When Seraphim frolic on fair wings,
Does thy Creator sing?

What skilled hand, and what mind,
Could craft the beauty of thy shine?
And when thine eyes began to see,
Did you see the world with amity?

Where there's beauty, where there's love,
Can Seraphim be found above?
Where passion burns its fearsome sparks,
Does the Angel move in arcs?

When you were born of His imagination,
Did He rejoice in thy creation?
When your wings were finished whole,
Did He rejoice in thy soul?

Angel, angel, spirit true,
Blessed fires run through you,
What fine art could frame thy face,
And capture thy immortal grace?
 Aug 2016 Suzoda
Ceeam
Everyone needs a cigarette,
Not literally, I mean it as a metaphor,
Something for this little stress threat,
Inside the upper core.

Why do people actually,
Wanna avoid stress all the time.
Wouldn't it be more logical,
If we would accept it all?

Live with the voices screaming,
The hearbeat rising,
The ugly dreaming,
And inner fighting.

I guess not...

People have been searching,
For relaxation through history,
A herb, a massage, a magic thing,
First an experience, later almost compulsary.

I'm still figuring out,
The balance between accepting and interventions,
To live healthy, pure and happy,
But without too much tensions.

Exploring these things,
Is actually a lot of fun.
Sometimes it gives me wings,
Other times i just hold on.

In search, but with a smile, this can last a while, just accept my style
My Master is being kind keeps me happy under all circumstances
Ignores all, chance after chance just gives me very many chances
Helps me to encounter all difficulties as well as difficult challenges
He overlooks my all sins and actions and whatever over indulgences

Under sheer disgust and disappointments I always look towards Him
When I become seriously ill and all healers make me hopeless and grim
His kindness prevails over and empowers all odd situations up to brim
I love you at the peril of my life I bow in front of you with just my whim

My dearest God My ultimate Love ,Truth and Beauty let me praise
My soul is reinvigorated with Your Love phrase just in every phase
Under complete love and affection I want to touch glory with craze
When Satan sways and strays in negligence only God correct my ways

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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