#gains
We know that money is power
And has been all along
But now in Bitcoin’s hour
Our money is fully strong
No inflation from dilution
All value it retains
A useful grand solution
To safely grow our gains
Birthed by light from solar waves
Encrypted crystal backing
True ownership - its ledger saves
Every detail tracking
Bitcoin builds a “cross world” trust
Forming firm foundations
For making, trading, holding wealth
For people, groups, and nations
Jan 12, 2022
Jan 12, 2022 at 9:10 AM UTC
Gaze not at your Christmas tree, nor the many wrapped gifts laid there beneath. For what ever they may be, the greatest gift of Christmas, was long ago bequeathed.
On that cold night in Bethlehem, was born him without sin, Emmanuel, the Promised One, did the people call him. O do you hear the angels herald and sing: "Glory to the King of Kings."
O, what priceless gifts have ye. Of which, how many may set your spirit free? Silver, Gold, precious gems and jewellery, though all are good within none salvation be.
So on this one night promise me, that you'll forget your hams and turkeys, sweet wines, rums and brandies. For Christmas should be more than a feast, festival, or fair, it should be a time of reflection of yesteryear; accepting one's losses, and appreciating one's gains. And most of all remembering Christ for whom, the day is named.
And I'll promise you, after all this pain, a Christmas that you will believe: Could never be the same!
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC
The life
Was so lazy
The night covers the day
The sun surely delays
The fear was gotten
The trouble is bigger
The heart is annoyer
As it does not smell
The scent spreads and gains
Good kind of soul
The blossom which opens
When it sees and shows
By my eyes which adore
To look after every rose
That will belongs to you sure
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 3:52 PM UTC
The Gains of Loss by Robert C. Leung
As I begin to lose
my sweet memory
The flotsam and jetsam
and ephemery.
The regrets, the injustice,
the pain and despair
The resentments, the insults,
the hurts and the fear.
The timeless reminders
of not good enough
Pale yellow post it says:
“Hasn’t got the right stuff.”
That time that you said
what no one would say
“I don’t really love you
now please go away.”
Most of it gone now,
I can’t quite remember
It whispers to me
from a foggy December.
Am I better off for it?
Well perhaps in some way.
Have I gained from the loss?
It’s a bit hard to say.
I need no longer sit here
and artfully languish
In all the sad fury
of my piquant anguish.
Like my father before me
I’m one of those old timers
Reaping the benefits
of beneficent Alzheimer’s.
Robert C. Leung © Copyright 2015
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 3:36 PM UTC
Begin again
Begin again
Don't fair
Look at the day
Coming with fear
Spreading by a way
Of God who will gave
The power to gain
Every wish, every dream
The river stopped
By stone or weir
It faces and pushes away
If it couldn't
It doesn't give away
And forces again
Or it turns around
To complete its way
If the sun was hid
Before the dark clouds
It may get its anger
It concentrated its rays
Making the clouds crying
With a lot of tears
The wind may stopped
By strong mount
Which thought it gains
But it losses
As the winds takes
Parts and get its
Amount decreases
Day by day
At night
There is only God
Who makes the fire ash
Who convert the huge
Into small and might vanish
Smile and get happy
If you don't, breath fresh
And say with a way
Dismisses the sad
And put the hope
Into your head
The light comes after dark
The fear puts its junk
After the dark increases its power
You will gain the best
Your enemy will suffer
after short way
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
You were born with having nothing,
You will go with having nothing.
Nothing is yours,
Nothing was yours,
Nothing will be yours.
You are here only in TRANSIT.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 5:21 AM UTC
This is a cry of a person dissatisfied
the faint feeling of a blank stare stating:
Here I look upon the world,
to which I am dreadfully attached
I regret to love it so much
as I cling on harshly, gaping;
it is full of distaste and resentment.
I tried to see everything in it,
I have lived and saw life without grace
and sin devours envy controls hate
and men die holding their pride
and selfishness corrupted the soul.
It is without a doubt that I -
who swore to be free of the earth
withheld of freedom and deemed memory
a clean slate again.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
Every design that you make has got a future
Planning makes everything possible
Hence it's always important to have intentions in place,
the right intentions with regards to everything that you do in present,
not only for the present,
but also with respect to future
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 7:35 AM UTC