#gid
Wake-up to a Day, that's spilling Sunshine
and let Sunlight, keep nourishing your Soul.
If there are Grey Clouds and Rain around U.
Don't Worry, as up there's God in Control.
Inhale the Beauty that surrounds U,
look at Nature from near and far Away.
Discover God's beautiful Gift to Mankind.
Thank Him for having given U this Day.
When the Day is Done and Dusted
and the Sun is setting beyond the Hills.
Wait for the mighty Moon to show up,
as U sit patiently near your Windowsill.
The Universe is wrapped with Darkness,
eagerly waiting for a Spark to Light.
That's When Romance shows up with Aces
and Passion keeps seeping thru the Night.
Aug 21, 2023
Aug 21, 2023 at 7:50 AM UTC
My head asks what is the matter
My heart does not know the trouble
The sun shines more brilliant
The clouds draw imagine of beautiful pattern
The butterflies fly in the two rows
Dancing a smart dance as the great dancers
The leaves salute the winds with great tending
The winds pass so light and so guide
My mind asks and the world responds
The love appears and the peace governs
The world bows even the hate increases
The killing draw an optimistic imagines
it greets these were killed
and accuses these killings
Even the most powerful supports
Even the world tries to close his eyes
The freedom opens its arms
For long hugs for these downers
For who wants to get their land free and peace
Even they expose to dead or gets injures
Their blood will the sign for the world letting them down
They will complain to the God for this unbalance
The justice is crippled, the justice will lead to the death
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
God
Please hold her
As only you can
Would you curl her up
In the palm of your hand?
And be with her
When I cannot?
Would you attend to her most every need
With efficiency
And make her well when she is not?
Because you know how she is
How she has these beautiful wandering dreams
And occasionally such restless thoughts
Would you speak to her now
With an voice unseen?
And reassure her that you are indeed the king
The creator of time and everything
Would you curl her up
And keep her more closely
Than ever she would've been to me?
Will you do this for me, my dear Lord?
Have you heard my prayerful repetitious plea?
If so I will stop until tomorrow
And finally try and get some sleep
Would you comfort her with immortal arms?
From a prayerful, tired version of me
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
as soon as these blue speckled
socks go, that's it. A new bright black death.A solemn weir on a stark horizon.Give me a reason to wear color. My hueless affidavit
runs me into the Earth, where I sprout up
a pallid keb- brain orf'd, you could drag my etiolated ebon
body through the ovine fold or take me to the theater. When I was just a minor teg, I sheared my mim kip, I fuckinggave it to you outright. In this little
cote my wan mien nigrifying; my calamitous black, quaffed full of congou in demitasse, of souchong & saucers. My atrous wethered body albicantly degenerating in the atrous sun. I'm crusting over with wanness and you, you're fortifying in the cwm where I used to yaff and stray. Your ovivorous hunger,something I never knew, when first you came for my jecoral flesh, just another bot digging through my soft toison. Like Dall's Prometheus being sheared from the flock-you cut me away. In this drab and achromic world, you put the wanness in my flesh, the gid in my heart. Still.
Just these blue socks are left.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC