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Yume Blade Jun 2016
Thank you ,
for being who you are
Thank you ,
for fighting with so meanin' way
Thank you ,
for showin' me what box means
Thank you ,
for revealin' your strength in the boxing ring
Thank you ,
for makin' me stronger
Thank you ,
for your way of speakin'
Thank you ,
for refusing to participate to killing innocent people
Thank you ,
for being so patient in the prison
Thank you ,
for not lettin' everything go with the the 3yrs deadlines
Thak you ,
for teaching me what  going on means

RIP
for this saddest day ever
Thank you
for this unforgettable day ever
03-jun-2016

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Repose In Peace
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Rogers Enemugwem Mar 2016
When creating masterpieces,
artists do not hesitate
to smear their bodies
with paint and clay.

So also God,
when He had decided to make me
stooped to the ground He had made
and smeared Himself
with clay.

Same God,
when I bowed to corruption,
stooped to the ground,
and smeared Himself
with blood.

Oh how could the Immortal
put on mortality for my sake and yours?
how could the All Powerful,
for a man so little
humble Himself so much?

But He would not forbear
to see His child in Sheol
And He would not suffer
His holy one to see corruption.

He smeared Himself with clay-- my weakness,
that I may put on His Strength.
And He smeared Himself with blood -- my sin,
that I may become His Righteousness.

He broke the bars of death
that I may be delivered from the grave:
This is My God!
And He is Mighty to Save.
Poem by Rogers Enemugwem
28 March 2016
Jonah Long Mar 2016
Artists paint with ink and dyes
Others sculpt with clay.
But only a poet paints with words
What never fades away
Spenser Bennett Mar 2016
Like putty or clay
always waiting for another day
only to wash away
in strong summer rain.
Mighty bastions beg you stay strong
I have no desire to see you burn in fire
Stop the evil from doing us wrong

At times I feel the need to open up the gates
But clad in stone and clay I'll make my own fate
IsReaL E Summers Nov 2015
A brother from another mother.
Nuff said.
^-^
her Nov 2015
I was my fathers prized possession. The finest piece of pottery He had ever crafted.
He worked on me until His hands were pruned.. Until the smell of clay seemingly became His scent. He molded and molded until I was perfect. In His eyes.
He placed me on the top shelf and marveled at me every day and every night.
But His neighbor was overcome with jealousy... At how I glistened at the top of the mantle. At how I gleamed in the sun in all the right places.
You see, on the top of his shelf, lay nothing but dust.
So surely, I had to be destroyed.
In the thick of the night, he stole me off of the mantle and marveled at my greatness.
He brought me back to his place and stuck me in the darkest of rooms.
So that light would never be able to shine on me again.
He spun me on his fingers, no delicacy in his touch.
He tossed me up and down, mocking my beauty.
Day after day I was plagued with the imminent thought of destruction.
Overridden with depression.
I cried out to my potter, and when the thief heard, he ran into the dark room and bellowed "no one will help you", picked me up, and threw me against the ground.
Pieces of me shattered in every direction, strewn against the floor of the enemies house.
My insides, corrupted with sin from all the time collected in this place were brought forth.
All I could hear was the wicked laugh taunting me, exclaiming  "who could love you now"?
Then suddenly a light shone in my face, something I hadn't seen in years.
Every broken piece of me looked up and saw my potters face, with tears rolling down his cheeks.
He began to pick me up in an attempt to put me back together...
Abba!! I cried! Your fingers! They will bleed!
My daughter, he replied, I have one  hole in each of my hands!! My love for you has endured much more than a few scratches upon my fingertips!
He continued to piece me back together, not missing a beat, not missing a piece.
He shielded me from the looking eyes of judgement, bearing the stripes on His back for leverage.
Abba!! I cried out again, can't you see all of the sin that filled me?! I am no longer perfect! How can you love me?
I understand your sin, my daughter!  in it, my grace is perfected! You are my creation, you are my reason! Upon making you whole again, I will not put back your transgressions!
He finalized the touches, not missing one piece.
He wiped my face, not missing one tear.
He renewed my heart, not missing one beat.
He carried me back home and presented me in His name to his Father.
Took His seat upon His throne and placed me on the mantle, right by His side, letting his glory shine on me.
He smiled and said "welcome home, my daughter, welcome home."
Coming into Christianity, this is how I felt. It hasn't been easy. This is my story, in its simplest form. My battle and my victory.
aniket nikhade Oct 2015
Nature of things doesn't change
It's remains the same
Over a period of time it's the thinking that changes
The way in which we look at everything it changes
The approach changes
An earthen *** will remain as an earthen *** when in use
When no longer in use
If and when it gets broken
It will still be remembered as an earthen *** only
It's the clay that's used in making of an earthen ***, which will remain as clay only, even when the earthen *** gets broken.

The sun, the wind and the rain
It's all part of nature
It will always remain there so long as we live
Summer, winter and monsoon
It's part of nature
It's a part of our life
These are facts
They won't change.

If it includes all,
It means each and everyone is responsible for what went wrong.

In the things that went wrong
It’s not the right or wrong that counts
It’s the one who made a mistake that counts
He needs to raise his hand first and then accept the same gracefully
It’s always better to agree, accept and admit upon the mistake that you made
It’s tough to develop and follow good habits
Once done, then they play a big role in the long run
By admitting you have made a mistake, it also means you have willingness to learn in future.

Time waits for no one
Time waits for none
It’s time that decides the right thing that needs to be done at the first instance
Priority comes first
Question yourself first before deciding and setting up your priorities
Once decided, then priorities are set
Now there is no question of looking back
It’s time now to take the proper line of action
All this needs to be done because time and again, time will remain an important element
From time to time it has been proved that time is the only factor that needs all the focus, attention and scrutiny
It’s important
Not only because the right thing needs to be done at the right moment of time
Important also because when time is wasted
It creates a room for a possible error to be made
Try to understand the future
It's always survival of the fittest
Hence efforts are made to ascertain the future
So ascertain the future, but not by wasting time.

Initially at first, in the beginning just take one step at a time
The first step needs to be followed by the next and move on further
Then thereafter it’s time that gains all importance
Methods are learnt
Time is spent
Skills are horned
Time is spent
Everything that went wrong in the past is remembered and revised
Again a great deal of time is spent
Once confirmed that everything is in its proper place
It’s time now to move ahead at brisk pace

In the time that is yet to come
In the future
Even then priorities will sort out each and everything
So always make it a habit
Decide your priorities first, in advance and then decide upon how to take the next step.
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