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 Oct 2014 Towela Kams
betterdays
the old man that lives
in my head...
woke up today and said....

nuthin new under the sun.
at sometime son,
we all be...
fakers,
takers,
******, muck rakers.

if you think,
you above that.
then...
you must be livin,
in a window-less,
glasshouse,  son.

sitting  on,
stoneless ground
and smilin...
cause you just don't know,
how downright, dumb,
you be.....

take it from me...
we all born into sin
and we all sometimes,
still like to put
a toe tip in
and swirl it all around....

see what can be stirred
up
see what can be found...

it's what we do with that
slime
that makes a man, gentlefolk
or street-grime......
he calls every body son.....
an i call him rip.....he does not wake up too often....lol

just kidding....inspired by
an old friend of mine....

i believe the first line
comes from the bible...
 Oct 2014 Towela Kams
DiamondGirl
( I am this way)
Why do I write poetry
Because sometimes my emotions get the best of me
And conversations with others don't satisfy
Why do I paint and cut and color
Because sometimes the visions are so vivid they force themselves out
Why do I dance
Because theres no choice my crazy energy must be released
People call me lunatic and crazy or wild
I'm sometimes hurt by this-
But this is the way I was made
I can't fight it
And I don't want to change
I have many other responsibilities
But these passions "cut the line"
Others don't seen to understand
Lord knows I've tried to explain
Those days of explaining are now over
This is who I am
I'm falling in love with someone I've never been able to touch.
True givers and receivers connected with Mother Nature
When I get back to my earlier days I can say that I’m a very lucky man.
To be alive is also a great way of getting the most important reward for doing things in harmony with God's grace. Every day we receive sun, rain for free.  We plant seeds and the only thing that we do is taking care about them and they will give you the chance of see the beauties of our mother nature.  Harvest time will come to pick up the reward of lots of caring about insignificant grains. Every second the universe shows to us the miracle of life.
       During the day we can have clarified so many different types of light, colorful sky, green or blue waters, golden horizons like purple, rainbows in a sunny day.
The perfect gift of having a good day it's a great moment in our daily routine.
In modern t times men lost the ability of giving in so many senses. Clear like transparent water should be used  with any questions about honesty,  loyalty,  love. ..
         To give isn't a big deal for so many people.  They are asking for something else. ...truly stunning true givers have a strong feeling of being able to give without restriction.  They do that for love to all brothers and sisters.  In addition to this I can see that a giver is much more appropriate for me than the receiver.  Smiling to get your returns is strictly forbidden.  Every time you have received a gift you thank the the giver with words of encouragement, wishing the the best luck .I would really love to know what you think about it?     Can you believe in giving a good idea to someone, helping individuals to join the group of friends that lovely give in a pure way?
       In addition to this receivers wait for the prey all time.  They don't understand why givers are happy and healthy.
They want to achieve things the same way as a poor man buy tickets for winning the lottery.
More closely you are with people who want to share experiences, thoughts, feelings more happy and enthusiastic you will become in a couple of years.
To choose is something that is not a problem for each human being. .. We have been made so far by civilization, different types of cultures, difficult to see however how men are fighting and killing each other for stupidity.
I believe in one single color of skin, one God, one big nation of people loving each other in peace,
Victor Marques
givers, receivers, givers gain
Solace is found within Triumph
Triumph is brought by Trial
Trial is experienced through Pain
Pain is harboured in Words
Words are of the Tongue
The Tongue is taught by the Mind
The Mind is taught by the Eye
The Eye learns from People
People learn from books
Books harbour Words
Words must be written
Writing is Solace.
Love doesn't live here
Love doesn't live
If love doesn't die
Then death is a myth
Life is for the livid
Live it without regrets
Don't let other people run it
They'll soon be out of breath
Pace yourself old sport
Your youngest years will be your best
Time is constant yet ever changing
Enjoy her spoils while you're still in her caress
For soon you will be nothing but a ball of wisdom and memories
With eyes which bear one simple plea
Remember Me.
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