whirling and twirling
with the sound of life
play your tune so I
can dance your rhythm

living to die
surviving to live
nothing is safe
there's always
something greyish
somewhere

double trouble
             when you see in double
                                                    the bills

Day by day, and with each passing moment,
Strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He, whose heart is kind beyond all measure,
Gives unto each day what He deems best,
Lovingly its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.

Every day the Lord Himself is near me,
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear and cheer me,
He whose name is Counsellor and Pow’r.
The protection of His child and treasure
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
“As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,”
This the pledge to me He made.

Help me then, in every tribulation,
So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation,
Offered me within Thy holy Word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E’er to take, as from a father’s hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Till with Christ the Lord I stand.

written by Linda Sandell

today is enough for me
today is my lifetime
today is telling everyone
that tomorrow may be gone
thus let bygones be bygones
till tomorrow comes
if tomorrow comes
I live another today

you asked me to tell you
reasons why I love you
I replied I can not,
but I do hope you look
deep in eyes and see my
soul longing for you

there is a tree outside the window
where I work
when I looked out I see it  everyday
I often wonder what its past life
had been like the past years

if I speak to it will it tell me secrets
it heard along the years
will it tell me stories about life
when I do not even exist
will it tell me that once lovers
meet under its shades

I often wonder a lot because
now when you see the tree
it is bare as bare can be
it  no longer have beautiful leaves
as all its branches are dead

but yet you will see it standing
tall and proud above all
other young trees around it

one day I know if I look out
I will not see this tree but I hope
this tree knows that I love seeing it
everyday

Kobe your dead
reminds me of Diana's
not because you both
are solely missed by
the world

but because  you both
have more to give
but had gone too soon

if I speak I always fail
to truly express what
I actually think

I wish you could read my
mind or there exists a place
to establish a link

sometimes I'm frustrated
because what I say did not
hit the brink

so I apology in writing
because its hard to speak

if falling in love is easy
I would have been married
when I am a six

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i tell  you
how i feel
to really define
it step by step

i hold your hand
and show you
how it will be
you and me

i kiss your lips  
to let you know
how i taste

i let you go
then you will
never know

hi there
thanks for accepting
it is kind of funny
but meeting you
is a blessing
with you my feelings
have more meaning
with you I can
escape this crazy world
even if it is for while

56 years you knew the world
half a century to be her friend
she gave you love and joy
with laughter and sadness

as the days swiftly passes by
you become tired and slow
she patiently follow your pace

until one day she came along
but you are no longer here
she silently knew and mourns
for you, like her other friends
she also lost along the way

I hear you even though
I never tell

I see you the way
you see yourself
willful but innocent

I know your pain
because I felt it too

if I have the power
we'll be somewhere
safer and happier

i have so much to write
but my heart is at pain.
i heard words that stings
so hard i cried .

i hope that we use you
as you should be treated
to bring love to our hearts

I heard you today
I see you day by day
I smell your odor
each passing day
I feel your touch
mostly by Day
and I choose to
ignore because
because I want to
be normal.

I get it
you told it
they know it
I accept it
don't deny it

I hated being poor
nothing more
nothing less
but wishfulness

Some days you feel lucky and blessed
Other days confused and depressed
And then there this certain days you are totally lost
Whether is it worth it or not
Everything else is meaningless

It is those days I question life itself
am I  benefiting?
What is the purpose?
What is my role?
When it stops, does it even matter?
Is it going towards a certain goal?

To be fair, those days do not come so often
On normal days, miracles you see
You feel love, joy, sadness and peace
You wonder upon simple creations
And you are content
But it’s those certain days that…

I looked across the road, I saw this girl
And I thought she’s wearing weird clothes  
He is be side  me also stared  
He thought she is pretty

The old man beside me saw her too
And wondered what his daughter is doing right now
The little girl standing besides
  sees her and said, she looks sad.