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Ileana Payamps Aug 2017
así como la lluvia toca la tierra
en un dia soleado.
así llegaste a mi vida:
inesperadamente.

así como el arco iris
abraza el cielo con sus colores.
así llegaste a mi vida,
para pintar mis dias.

así como llegaste aquel 25 de Agosto
a robarle un pedacito de corazón a tus padres.
así has llegado a mi vida,
a robarte mi alma entera.
for a special someone.
No dia em que a terra
A lua
E o sol alinharem-se
Quero estar abraçado a ti
Talvez assim
A magia do universo unir-nos-á por uma vida
Talvez assim
Dançássemos ao mesmo ritmo
E eu provar-te-ia que
Não sou dois pés esquerdos
Quando minha alma dança com a tua
The Trust is the Work, the Safe Thought Form a stable Construct,
a Safe Land of leading untamed horses innocent Brave and her will to ,
A maze so kind and effortless in its unfolding trap ridding,
rat catching, soul nursing.
What a Place for one to find a mind to construct in loving labor and toiling to offer the glass reflective, two and more can exist and all be real, right and true in their self none an insult to each, yet redefined the definition of what we place and taste of and into the world through the things we except and effect for and for others through the self and our responsible creations. and no snake river canyon  today, but a huff and a puff a dark horse did bluff and ***** to cluster a holds barred and loves scars so beautiful and ever changing in its radiance and blazing brilliance of smarts , so pains to comfort the tang of the moon landing so true and without *******, lets love the creations we make and show our loves that we indeed do hear them truly, just not so much the pained ego, but the breath of spirit caressing the soul in need and loving sight so honest and right. never shall I judge your tasks so diligence, for mine are a dangerous sort to build yet a place and ease of pace for her true swings of wild,
for the work that makes it all worth working for.

Say Love  YHVH  Alma

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93kpx-CY3dw
Work To Make It Work Lyrics

from Pressure Drop
"Work To Make It Work" is track #1 on the album Pressure Drop. It was written by Palmer, Robert.


Push it along, work, work, work to make it work
Push it along, work, work, work to make it work
Push it along, work, work, work if you want to improve it
Push it along

It's all there for you to feel it
Help your self to one that you can't deal with
Ain't no way that you could steal it
You misunderstand if you get greedy, ah push

Work, work, work to make it work push it along
Work, work, work to make it work
Push it along, work, work, work to make it work
Push it along, work, work, work if you want to improve

Don't confine your dreams to bed
You'll get scared if you get lazy
If you can't take enough to satisfy yourself
Then you'll go crazy

Won't do no good thinking, you got to do it
So it don't come easy the first time
Practice makes perfect, you know that I'll try hard
Use it or lose it, you got to put your heart and soul into it, yeah

Push it along, work, work, work to make it work
Push it along, work, work, work if you want to move it
Push it along, work to make it work
Push it along, work, work, work if you want to improve

It's all there for you to feel it
Help your self to one that you can't deal with
Ain't no way that you could steal it
You misunderstand if you get greedy forget wishful thinking

You can do it, you just need a push to make a start
If you don't succeed the first time
Try and try again, use it or lose it
You got to put your back into it

Work, work, work to make it work
Push it along, work, work, work if you want to move it
Push it along, work, work, work to make it work
Push it along, work, work, work if you want to improve

Work, work, work to make it work
Push it along, work, work, work if you want to move it
Push it along, work, work, work to make it work
Push it along, work, work, work if you want to improve
All in the audio of our room and what was said.

but for those who could hear, here is a parting gift.
Love you all.


Carolyn Wonderland performs "Victory of Flying" on The Texas Music Scene
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4gzNLthBM8

(thank you Carolyn Wonderland for the "keeping my head Low." and keeping Lo in the heart where she belongs.)
Carolyn Wonderland - Victory of Flying Lyrics

When I was younger I had a great hunger
Desire that yet had no name
Then I grew wings, left the branch and felt the sting
I found the nest and the ground aren't the same
I kept my head low, tried to walk with the crows
While they cut my head and took all my scratch
It no longer burdened me, thieves they had set me free
I needed lightness to stay on my path
I need lightness to stay on my path

CH:
An open wing always gathers more wind and rain
But can you live without fear of dying?
The price I've paid, and all the beds I've made
Were worth it all for the victory of flying


There was mud all around, covering all that I've found,
Mostly trash that was once someone's treasure
I built a home. When it rained it was gone
So I stretched my wings for good measure.
The pull of the sky had me dream I could fly
I would watch and learn, but I couldn't wait
So I did my part, took a running start
And dove head first into my fate
I dove head first into my fate.
Lord, help a girl who can't wait

(CH)
An open wing always gathers more wind and rain
But can you live without fear of dying?
The price I've paid, and all the beds I've made
Were worth it all for the victory of flying
As a days long setting rest raises full at mid day.

Crosses of cross sections lay so effortlessly bare and without nakedness.

The trust of introspection and outward expression in the electric calm.

We begin to see the ease of the whole as one, few as it began,
to grow, to many, many more and so it has now its motion of true flow.

We, the fallen and found, the trusted frail and broken souls.

We my dear friends are the bested and tested, the wondrously curious and strengthened.

As the reed is week and the stalk does bend and break, so are we in this endeavor a bunched thatch as a fist full of stalks, flexible and strong, to bend and bow, as the arrow of truth and love is thus flung into the nights eyes.

Our intent now full of the ease and unblemished heart, we effortlessly await the wake of waves to crash as they bash the rigid stones that were cast against our tides of past pained and strained.

For the we i speak is far more than itts outset had counted, measured and touted, For the we I speak is now the multitudes of bashed and bruised, the Truest of loves and wanting of love in the Alma of our cores.

And in this I find, the simplest of things the hope all of our mothers ever had for us to be those simple people, beautiful and grand in our truest of intended designs.

Beautiful to the core with the world soon to explorer and kindness the virtue that shall never be ignored.

As the Wake of waves to begin to break, many strife may come to rest at our shores, yet for us, all , whom have stood along this edge, these pains that might come will not be ours to own, No, these will be the death throws of all the swine that have bitterly wallowed and twisted our lives and did all they could to destroy our hearts wedded beds.

The gentleness of the multitudes on this day, grace a glimpse of the Deerhearted friends I do speak, for my dear beloved people, of the purest and loving waters your souls do drink.

and in mine heart you will always have a home, here on the loveing and honorable golden shores of the very core of me, the you in me and the in between everything.
Say Love, ,, Alma...          

(P.S. Thank you Detroit for the saying "Say Love" you know who you are.)

Jill Scott "A Long Walk"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSYMKUtNuw8&list;=PL1X51wyhBF7-q3cJh8zRJm5aMyI5WK0be&index;=1

Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd -
h ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMmTkKz60W8
Just a thought as I woke this late in the day, and seeing all the expressions here so gentle and effortlessly electric calm. as it should be at this very moment, amazing how you all do that. truly, I am grateful, I forever learn from you and lean on you as I do Our True Soul One, Our Creator. Thank You.
For all my Friends, Much Love Meesh Washta Lokka Neesh ( I Love You , in Lakota Sioux, spelling a mistake ummm, yeah well thats a given for me lol,
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"Say Love,,, Alma..."
Paul Simon - You Can Call Me Al

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uq-gYOrU8bA
A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bonedigger Bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al

A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And way are my nights are so long
Where's my wife and family
What if I die here
Who'll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone Gone
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
Aparna Mar 2013
Well- bread horses and golden corn.
Freshly rained upon, scissor cut green fields,
Dew settling on stained pink roses.

Ribbons entangled behind the blueberry bushes,
Where boys and girls share their first kisses,
Shaming Nano Nagle, her statue.
Yo que hace tiempo no siento nada. Ninguna emoción. & le ha bastado una sola mirada para que una parte de mi alma, de la que ni siquiera era consiente, le comenzará a amar.
Una simple mirada basta para romper el corazón que en algun tiempo fue grande.
Es increible ver cuantas piezas quedaron de el Alma.
Es tan dificil regresar a decir adios?
A dar un "porque?"
Una simple razón.
Pero esta bien, dejare el tiempo pasar,
Pero a ti?
A ti no te dejare ir de lo que queda de mi corazón hecho pedazos.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros
Written in spanish it's all on heart break ..
Joana Jul 2014
Tudo é incerto.
Nunca haverão respostas corretas. Nunca ninguém há de saber a verdadeira razão e essência das coisas.
O mundo em nosso redor precisa que alguém repare nele, em vez de vivermos na nossa própria fantasia. Cada um tem o seu próprio mundo, mas o mundo em geral é de todos, e nós temos de começar a agir como se não fosse nada connosco. O mundo precisa de atenção. O mundo tem uma alma. Uma alma que não se consegue decifrar se aquilo a que chamam de "amor" não for sentido. A alma do mundo precisa de alguém, e esse alguém somos nós. A nossa alma precisa de alguém e esse alguém é quem nos vai fazer perder o folgo, sem razão aparente. O mundo precisa que reparem nele para viver, não por egoísmo, mas sim por cuidado. Nós tomamos conta do mundo, mas não sabemos o porquê. Talvez nunca chegaremos a saber, mas a alma do mundo continua a precisar de nós e nós continuamos a precisar de alguém que tome conta da nossa alma também.
As respostas podem, talvez, nunca chegar, mas a um certo ponto, nós acharemos que as temos na mão, mesmo que sejam as respostas erradas. Tudo é incerto.
A alma do mundo apodera-se de nós, para que nós também possamos ter uma alma.
Queremos respostas que apenas pertencem à alma do mundo. São respostas que nunca teremos, mas contentamo-nos com isso, pois sabemos que elas existem.

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