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Shari Forman Mar 2013
A sound better and livelier as ever startled me. Baffled and unaware of my surroundings, my eyes slowly opened, viewing my irresistible grandmother’s hand gently touching my cheek. Listening carefully, I noticed a beautiful sound coming from her voice. The warm-hearted, lovable lady warmly smiled down at me as my smile formed into the shape of a crescendo, getting larger and wider, finally to a laugh of pure joy. I knew one thing was certain to be true; I fell in love with the intriguing sounds bit by bit.
I awoke to the sight of my father playing his guitar at a medium volume. The sound of the instrument inspired me and motivated me to follow him. I lie in my crib listening intently to the various sounds coming from the guitar. It was almost morning, yet I thought it was later in the morning because my light was on its maximum strength. I watched his fingers move very quickly on the guitar, yet the sounds were beautiful.
“Good morning my love,” said my father smiling at me. “Did you have a good sleep, my love?” he said.
“Pno,” I said on my very own.
“What did you say my love?” said my father startled and impressed that I had just muttered my first word at age one. His smile was soothing in my opinion. His eyes became lively and big with complete shock and joy.
“Po neo.”
“Piano!” said my father ecstatic at the moment.
Considering music was his dream, he wanted me to take part in the wonderful career as well. He set his guitar down against my light blue-colored wall. Then my father went to my small rocking chair and sat down. He put his face in the palm of his hands. I thought he was crying and intimidated by me, but then I realized he was very proud of me and believed I would go far in life. He stood up and picked me up gently and set me down on a chair next to my piano. He smiled and embraced me with affection. I knew my father’s name by heart but I couldn’t manage to say it. It was William. He started playing simple notes on the keys with his thick, masculine hands. He played six notes, all with important meaning and full-care. He motioned for me to take part playing as well.
“No, no. You’ve done it all wrong my love. You must listen with ease and act how you feel,” said my father with concern.
I started weeping large sobs as my father talks in a loud tone with disapproval.
“What, my dear?” says William concerned.
I pressed a key on the piano and roar with laughter.
“You’ve got it my love,” said my father in a soft, mellow tone.
I then take again to the keyboard, this time with full confidence playing again. My father then sang a song while playing the piano. I didn’t know the name of the song, but he told me it was a song he had written after. That inspired me to write my own songs and play the piano and possibly the guitar.
“This is the world, I hail from.  The sorrows and pity we might feel for each other. But arised a God who’s mighty strong. Who turns our sorrows into pride and joy, and this is where I am hail from,” sang my father very emotional.
“You’ll go far my love, I promise you. One day music will save you...” said my father.
…28 years later those words stuck with me…
I was off to work going about my usual day. I was thirty one now and living with my girlfriend in our apartment. I still lived in my hometown, California. Whenever I thought of my hometown, the song “Hometown California,” came to me automatically. I’d just start singing. I wouldn’t consider myself an excellent singer, but that was just a hobby of mine. I was phenomenal at playing the piano and very good at playing the guitar in the eyes of many people.
…When the weekend finally came, I found the time on Saturday morning to fit a tennis match in with one of my good friends, Troy.  As we rally back and forth, something caught me by surprise. A grey-haired man about twice my age had an awkward looking smile that lit up his whole face. I was baffled at the bizarre stranger. He came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder.  I looked at him.
“Hello young fellow. My name is Harry Hayfold and I was wondering if you would like to train with me to become a professional tennis player.” said the man.
‘No thanks man, I’m just playing a match with my friend. Thanks anyways.” I said and I went back to rallying.
“Young fellow, please. You’ve great skill as I see,” said the older guy eager to say something more.
“I don’t think I want to train for hours for a chance at becoming a pro- tennis player. Thanks for the compliment though,” I said a little annoyed.
“It would be your loss sir.” said the man.
I just continued rallying with my friend. My friend looked baffled as well and felt bad for the guy. I didn’t care if he was still standing there; I just wanted to play. When we were finished rallying, we started a match. As I throw the ball up to serve, he shouts something right next to me.
“Would you please just listen to what I have to say?!” said the man angry.
“Oh, my god; could you leave us alone now?  I’m not doing the training classes; I have a job. I work in a music store, okay!” I said very annoyed.
My friend came over to my side of the tennis court and asked what the problem was to the man.
“I can’t stand people like you. You’re a liar and a creep.” said John.
“Which music store do you work at?” asked the man.
“It’s called Music Academy. Can you leave us alone now?” I said perturbed.
“I’m very sorry to have bothered you.” said the man.
“Yeah,” I said without any enthusiasm.
“No wait, he’ll be honored to do the classes with you sir. He needs money anyway,” said John’s friend Troy.
“What are you doing?!” I said to my friend with fury. “I will be fine financially once I get signed professionally which will happen troy. It will definitely happen. This guy… He’s out of his mind,” I said confident.
“What did you say your name was?” said the man.
“John.” I said.
“Excellent Johnathon.”“Meet me here on these same tennis courts tomorrow morning at eight o’clock. Don’t be late.” said Harry.
I smashed my racket as hard as I could on the ground with full force, releasing all of my stress and anger out on the court.
“Alright John,” said Troy with pity on him. We’ll hang out again soon.” He said and left.
“Crapola!”  I yelled in mid-air after everyone left.
The next day I don’t even consider going to the psychotic man’s tennis class. Instead, I make my way to work early.
As I’m exiting my shift at night, I noticed someone standing behind a wall. And there it was… I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“Oh, no,” I whispered to myself.
“Hello Jonathon. You’re session was at eight am this morning. Have you forgotten?” he said concerned.
“Listen, I don’t think this whole business with the excessive training classes to make me into what I will never become and putting my job in jeopardy of getting fired, is going to work out,” I said with a smile.
“I’ve watched you work in the store John,” said the man concerned.
“Oh jeez, now I’ve got a personal stalker. This is gonna be interesting.” I whispered.
“How much do you make a week? I’ve come to sought you don’t look happy working there and want to become into a real musician.” said Harry.
I was just about to completely lose my mind when I took a deep breath and bit my tongue to avoid making a scene. My face turned so red.
“Once I get a record deal with the piano, then things will be even better for me. But as of now, I’m very happy, just not super happy. And you know what else, I’m so happy I began music because I couldn’t get much happier. Oh, the glory of being a musician would make me so happy. And you barging randomly into my life and ******* up everything… well I couldn’t get much happier!” I managed to scream at the end of my statement.
“Come with me John. Please let me help you find a way to forget that you’re not a musician.” said the man.
“My father was my inspiration. He’s dead now, yet I’m following in his footsteps because I want to.” I said.
“I see… I’m very sorry for your loss John,” said Harry with a fake sad expression on his face.
This man was driving me up the wall by now. I had had it with his monkey business.
There was a long pause…
“So tomorrow at eight?” I said completely unsatisfied, yet willing to experiment with what he had in mind to teach me.
“Yes, oh yes that would be just perfect John,” said Harry ecstatic.
We both started walking to our homes. He had walked rather quickly for an older guy, and me, slowly like I’d just had a pancreas failure.
When I arrived at my apartment, my girlfriend wasn’t there.
“Jenny, I’m home”… “Jenny, you there?” I said baffled at the silence. “Jennyyyyy”, I said playfully. Jennifer… Is dinner set toniiiight?” I said as I smiled at my own humor.
All of a sudden, the phone rang, which startled me and made me uninterested at this point to answer. I answered the phone anyway.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hello, this is a patient of Jennifer; is Jenny there?”
“No she isn’t at the moment,” I said unsure of my answer.
“Ok, thank you,” she said and hung up.
“You’re welcome,” I said sarcastically after she already hung up.
I walked into our bedroom to take my work clothes off and put pajamas on. The door was closed which got me a little concerned and angry. I walked in the bedroom and turned on the light.
“What the hell is going on here?! Get off my girlfriend you crazy *******!” I yelled.
“No John, please stop. He’s my fiancé John,” said Jenny annoyed with me.
“What are you talking about Jennifer?” I said raging with anger.
“Listen john, I’m sorry. Things weren’t working out between us recently and things just clicked between… well Steve and I.” she said.
“ I can’t believe what I am seeing right now,” said john through tears of disappointment and anger.
“Things weren’t working out between us John_”
“Yeah, I think you mentioned that already.” said John crying hysterically.
“Well don’t be sorry. Be sorry at yourself because I did nothing but treat you nicely. What happened to us Jenny? We were so in love with each other. I can’t believe what I am seeing.” I said.
My girlfriend my starting to cry now and as she began to speak I walked out stomping on the floor and slammed the front door as I exited my apartment.
“The next morning John arrived at the tennis courts that he visited two days ago with his friend.
“I’m here; let’s start playing tennis,” I said calmly.
“Wait, wait. I have not yet explained the concepts.” said Harry.
“Yeah, yeah, concepts. I know,” I said annoyed.
I picked up a tennis ball and hit it over the fence as hard as I could.
“Excellent work there John,” said Harry sarcastically.
“That was just a warm up professor. Now here comes glory,” I said about to ****** someone.
I slam my pre-broken racket on the floor so hard that it cracked in half. The man was outraged at the horrifying scene.
“I missed work this morning for this crapola?!” I yelled.
John, you’re crazy right now. Sit down and relax!” said Harry firmly.
“Music is all I want and you’re taking that away from me.” I said
“I apologize sir; I don’t think I want to do this anymore.” I said.
“Anymore? You haven’t even started playing yet,” said Harry with a little chuckle.
“Ok, fine; I’ll play.” I said. “I don’t have a racket now.” I said ashamed and guilty.
“That’s not my problem.” said Harry. “If you no longer have a racket, I will let you have my spare racket if you practice drills catching the ball precisely with only your hands.”
“Ha, you’re kidding right? That was a good one Harry; very good.” I said.
I tap him on the shoulder.
“See you tomorrow.” I said.
“Will you stop acting arrogant and negative for once John! I was serious about the hand drill.” said Harry.
“Ok then.” I said.
Harry got on the side opposite from my side. He took a bunch of ***** and out them in his pockets.
“Now John…I want you to catch the ball wherever I throw it okay?” said Harry.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” I said.
He fed the ball over the net and John caught the ball wherever he threw it. When he was getting exhausted from the number of ***** being fed to him, he took the ball and smashed it on the ground.
“What in heaven’s name has come over you?” asked the man terrified.
“Nothing, except the fact that my girlfriend is now getting married with her new fiancé and was having an affair in my bedroom. That is it ladies and gentleman, the show is now over,” I said sarcastically.
“Oh, haha…hahahahahahaahahaa.” Harry chuckled.
Harry burst out laughing.
“John, John, I’m sorry. The way you said it made me laugh, that’s all.” said Harry.
I run up to the old man about ready to **** him (not literally) when he started coughing. He fell down to his knees holding his chest.
“John,” he whispered trying to grasp more oxygen.
“What happened Harry? Are you alright?” I asked nervously panicking.
I ran off the court to get my cell phone in my tennis bag on one of the park benches and called an ambulance. I then run back to Harry.
“I’m calling an ambulance for you Harry. It’ll be okay,” I said about to cry from the sight of what just happened.
When the ambulance came, he was put on a stretcher by several paramedics and taken to the nearest hospital. I don’t bother calling my ex-girlfriend, knowing I was through with her insecure ways and immaturity level. I drove to the hospital following the ambulance as I drove. I arrived at the hospital minutes after him and sat in the waiting room for over two hours with his son who was about my age, if not older. The doctor came out looking down with tears in his eyes. He ripped off his glasses and fell to his knees. He stood up…
“I’m very sorry. There was nothing more I could precede on doing,” said the doctor.
The doctor walked away looking very upset and disappointed in himself and what happened. I turned to his son and saw such shock and disappointment in him.
“He was a very mysterious, outgoing person and a great father,” said his son through tears.
I nodded my head and smiled.
“My father tried to teach you basic steps of becoming a tennis player, but it wasn’t for a career. Trust me. He wanted you to learn something new. That’s all. He can be difficult at times, I know, but he is a very courageous man and loves helping others,” said his son smiling at me.
I was shocked. I was living an okay life with music. But now I realized that this man inspired me to follow chase after what you want. He taught me that things may be challenging in life, but you can overcome them if you work hard and love what you do in life. Even through financial problems, I realized that you can still achieve your dreams and it is never too late to start a record deal. His son left the hospital before me without mentioning what his name was. I believed the Harry and his family were a mystery, but a good mystery. I showed up to the music store the next morning and the manager of the store had exhilarating news for me. I had gotten signed by a famous musician! This was the best day of my whole entire life and I could not have asked for anything more in life.
“Signed by Buddy Clark, I present to you your record deal. Sign this and you have a chance to work with this talented man for a chance at achieving your dream John. Well done, we’re all very proud of you,” said the manager of the store.
All of the workers in the store started cheering me on and applauding my superb work and efforts. I was now in tears of pure joy and I felt worth something major for the first time.
“Thanks a lot Jason,” I said to the manager of the store. “This is a gift; it means the world to me,” I said as I gave him a hug.
I realized life is not all about tennis or music. It’s the important things in music that make you feel out of this world amazed. People may have a strong opinion about something they love, but never take a person for granitite.
Mahesh Hegde Dec 2013
Aim
Last night I had a dream.
I was standing on a planet named ALONE. It was just a lonely planet widout any sun and moons. It consisted of kingdoms. And I was on a tower of one of such kingdoms. The day was perfectly imperfect as always. And the night came succeeding to boil all the intricate frivolous thoughts running through my mind. Wind was cooler than usual. And its blowrate was gradually increasing. Suddenly I saw a white dot far ahead in the sky. It was getting brighter and was protruding lines of white. Wind ravished the people all around the planet. There faar ahead something had happened and the white dot was now like ripped off into small white dots and was kept intact in a spherical manner by some force. It was a scene depicting many planets coming into existence.
Then something clicked my mind. Maybe there a world had arised like ours but very very far from this planet. But there, is not just a planet, but many of them with luminous bodies succumbed into it.
One day I will travel there.
I got up from sleep. Now I knew that goals are always far. You just have to try and be determined..
One deft flick and so to bloom
spreading blossom fills the room.

A second stroke, blushing spreads
wheresoever the paddle treads.

Three applied, rose unfurled
blood arised from petals curled.

Four to even, in warmth I teach
religion with the crop I preach.
This is not a civil home
about the time to grab the phone
Cuz now the feelings have arised
but it was never a surprise
the way you acted was all wrong
when you broke me down it made you strong
I hated all my jealousy
but you never gave a chance to letting me speak
setting pain in motion fast
I tried to mend a broken past
but I knew the moment would never last
now the year's have grown me up
pretty sure I've learned enough
to know the error of my ways
a valid fact you'll never change
don't even try to be my friend
don't even try to hold my hand
don't even try to tell that I'm back in your mind again
play the card like
baby you don't understand I'm crazy for you
I had to leave to realize your worth I didn't mean to hurt you
well I hope you know you did
didn't even think that I could live
I've analyzed the pro's and con's
now to me your dead and gone
**FadedFate**
Jordyn C Taylor Aug 2011
From the ashes, black and grey she arised.
Beauty from her pain, she will never be the same.
Shame that no rainstorm could ever wash away.
And to his dismay she smiles,
Torn apart, damaged and frail.
She has broken free, free from his chains.
Now battered and bruised; she has emerged from the ashes.
Like a rose she yearns to be, but a thorn is all we shall see.

As if thirsty for blood, she has chosen wisely he will be her next victim.
With trickery up her sleeve.
She lures him into a safe haven, lures him into her cocoon into her bed.
Passionate love making she gives him all he desires, she has become all that he needs.
And just before he can utter those three words of despise
She destroys him. A necessary lesson of life someone had to teach,
and in her head she is jusitified.
Shame on him for falling for the beauty of a rose, without knowing the truth of what lies within.
He should have known what lies behind every beautiful rose.

From the ashes she has risen; like a rose is her beauty.
Beauty from her pain, she will never be the same.
Shame that no rainstorm could ever wash away.
Like a rose she yearns to be, but a thorn is all we shall see.
edwill makamu Dec 2015
I looked like a chap in this riff
Instead, it's summer but I'm cold
The blouses in colours were rolling over
Like a roller coaster on amusement park

I stand accused by the movements of spouse
I became like a ***** as a regular beyond
It's summer but I'm cold instead
I looked like a pure trash,

                  Why?

The blouses were engaging cordial with skirts
The shapeliness arised more impartial
I am caught cold by summer blouses
Summer sun ain't amiable,

Summer sun heats, but I'm caught cold
I'm caught cold by an allure
I became like a leopard tortoise
afraid of the motion sounding

I seemed to have forgotten myself
I became a freezer in the summer
People attentioned me like a December
I became the moment of fooling smiles

Caused by the spouses in blouses and skirts.
This time of the year is the moment whereby everyone wants to look awesome with their summer clothing. when you look around everyone is going up and down looking pretty and you don't know whom to choose until you feel somehow where you can't truly identify the feeling.
Are you tired of living in the hood?
Looking around only to see this "flawless" generation getting up to no good?
Are you tired of losing?
Have you been betrayed?
Have you got bags under your eyes because you stay up too late?
Well I tell you this, I do,
I've got a lot on my plate,
Just like you,

Do not judge what your eyes perceive,
No one wants to be judged, certainly not me,
Cos when you look around what do you see?
Do you see love? Nature? Trees?
OPEN YOUR EYES and your ears,
You need to listen, you need to hear,
I am simply a messenger,
I am not GOD,
But this world's turning into an illusion that cannot be solved,

We no longer live in harmony,
That is not what I see when I look around me,

I do not want this earth to die,
She is my mother,
Yours too and yet you peoplr don't even try,

All of you "lost" children out there,
STOP SAYING "Live fast, Die young"
Thats a disguise,
Your trying to hide this horrible truth that has arised,
But if you don't face it!
No one will do it for you!

Our world is dying and while your having a good time dining,
I sit up at night crying,

Because I remember when people had hope,
They didn't give up and they'd simply devote,

The air is filled with car fuels and man-made chemicals,
The trees are chopped made into money,
But we lose because those trees are our filters,
As important as our lungs,
But all you people care about is yout money and your guns,

I want children and so will mine,
I wish they'll be able to breathe in a world that is FINE,

Nowadays children are robots to the system,
Controlled by the media and placed in their position,
Goggle eye'd to the television,
Stuck in a generation growing up too fast,
Only to notice that we're not gonna last,

We're breathing in dirt every day,
The moon is drifting further away,
As for the chemtrails they spray and spray,

And YOU governments sit and have the guts to say,
"Why are so many children today comitting suicide?"
Well MAYBE its because they believe,
Victory's on the other side.


By Larna Kourtis
Aged 14
Peace. ***
sruti Mar 2018
his ethereal eyes
gazed into mine
those spherical chasms jittered
'i won't leave' he said
as his hand stretched out for mine
my demons peeked into my mind
as the whirlpool of memories arised in my mind
fear gnawed at my insides
yet
i took his hand
as he pressed his forehead against mine
our souls intertwined
John Barinem Oct 2016
Holding the telescope
Of the past...
As I journey down the
Memory lane of my life
From the day of birth
Every action seemed serene
Until a certain moment
Behaviors changed to me

...Love was not aureole...
It was cloaked and serpentine
The chords that bond
Were now blanch and vile
The rain bursted upon us
"Pain and Strife"
Withholding the harmony
Of strings and lines

Enthusiasm was totally lost
And energy restrained
Brainstorming in vain
Seeking ideas for a change
Knowing I could be the
Catalyst who will pave the way
Though the visions seemed blur
Hope drew a "Bigger Picture" with faith

Imaginations I fantasized
Of my home soon arised
Thoughts spinning through galaxies
When we finally unite
To my family, a bond
That will never divide
Even through our broken hearts
..We Will Surely Be Alright!!!...
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Before we met, high walls around my heart
Conscious of the risks of an open heart
Protecting myself from harm and deceit
True to form, getting hurt was a habit.

   I let my guard down, looked into your eyes
   Didn't know what I would find but I tried
   A version of the truth was desires
   For a second there, confusion arised.

I was brought back to earth when I recalled
The reason why I do not get involved
I do not trust myself with anyone
Intangible, my seat-belt, I fasten.

But it is the authentic me you saw.
Then, like child allergic to cookie dough
Keeping it simple, always a hassle;
Tasted romance and so I lost control.

I said things in the heat of the moment
The ******* likes her arrow broken
A version of the lie is that I care
Now a pseudo strain I'm supposed to bear.

After we met, the high walls from the start
Still quite intact, bruised knees were just a part
Not reciprocated and keep distance,
Only fin'amor applauds the absence.
Brittney Anne Nov 2013
You took me by surprise
when you told me you loved me

It was dawn
and my eyes were heavy
your arms wrapped around me
and your soft eyes carelessly staring
into mine

You brought me closer and with
the tips of your fingers you
moved the stranded hairs away
from my face
you kissed my loose lips
and with soft whispers
you said

"i love you now , and ill love you tomorrow
and ill remind when you need
reassurance that ill never leave you
alone not ever my dear I promise you that"

as the sun arised and i brushed
the sleep from my eyes
you looked at me
and smiled.
jeffrey conyers Feb 2011
Against all odds his message got through.
And when we read of him.
We see the burden he went through.

Against conflicts and obtacles that arised.
We read how many came forward to testify.
And, how many changed their ways and gained fame.

Some walked justly and failed.
Others walked wrongly and changed.
So, be glad we know Christ, by Jesus name.

It's the one we call out when all else fail.
It's the one we yell when we have and emotional feel.
We,  who believe know that He is real.

Who besides him don't get mad?
When some people deny him.
Who else accepts being called a prophet?
Like the word would offend him.

He's secured with his status.
He raised Lazarus when he died.
Who amongst us isn't glad to be alive?

Mention him to some and watch them get offended.
But pay close attention to them  when they are down.
And slowly watch them mention the King with the crown.

In the name Jesus things can be restored.
And in the bible his life is constantly explored.
Because He was given to Us out, of true love.

So, let always celebrate the Lord.
rights owned by Jeffrey T. Conyers
AMBRIEL Jun 2019
This is a tale that i couldn't tell
a book that is ripped and burned
where every page lost its words
and the only ink left is tears.

This is a tale that i couldn't tell
for it made me lose my sane
a blank with pages
with blood stains chapters.

This is a tale that i couldn't tell
until i felt a grip of a helping hand
holding me tight and guiding me out
making me feel his comforting touch.

This is a tale that i could now say
for slowly i see the light again
chapter per chapter hope arises
making me love the tale that i have.

This is the tale that i could now say
a book full of confusion
that nearly made me insane
blank pages now has life.

This is a tale that i could now say
for you came and made me sane
covered the blood stained  chapters
with your life full colors

This is a tale that i could now say
for you whipped all my tears
and made me feel that i'm not alone
every pages now with lively colors.

This is a tale that i couldn't say
until i found my best friend
who gave me a pen, arised my hope
words bloomed with magic filled the pages.

This is a tale that i can now share
for my best friend made me sane
for he gave me hope and picked me up
for he made me realize that blank pages is not the end of time.

This is a tale that used to be sad
now all the pages is filled with life
and more pages are waiting for us to fill up
with color of life that you gave me.

This is a tale that i didn't expect to write
it started with a tragedy but ended so alive
more pages still awaits for me to write
thanks to the pen that you gave me
now my tale is on going and still going.
Ambriel Natividad 2019
Jay Vasquez Oct 2014
How was it that your voice echoed inside my head, like an empty park, ugly duckling, rust on my chains and fungi at the bottom of the lake, you, arised like the mist that slowly clogs my window each morning I wake, broken cove, empty room, ***** feet, scratched disc and short hair, these days I spend with you, lights on my wall, accatone on my screen, ***** pastel on the floor, sticky skin, cigarette mouth, saliva. How was it that you made your home in my veins and hidden components in my body ones I only found because you came along, ****** poetry, empty shoes, tornado stomach, torn pants at the knee, Pablo Neruda, Oscar Wilde, ee Cummings and 40oz.  Please now, please,  I am at the mercy of you now, you know, look at me like you looked at them, press your lips against mine like he was watching, hold my hand until my nose bleeds, wrap your legs against mine until my eyes become numb,
My dearest
Christos Rigakos Mar 2013
i knew a girl, not well, but i
          knew well enough to be
a floating cloud upon the sky
          when need arised to see
if some temptations had the gust
to move her into someone's ******
          and as it were i rained into the sea

(C)2013, Christos Rigakos
Septet
jeffrey conyers Feb 2011
Against all odds his message got through.
And when we read of him.
We see the burden he went through.

Against conflicts and obtacles that arised.
We read how many came forward to testify.
And, how many changed their ways and gained fame.

Some walked justly and failed.
Others walked wrongly and changed.
So, be glad we know Christ, by Jesus name.

It's the one we call out when all else fail.
It's the one we yell when we have and emotional feel.
We,  who believe know that He is real.

Who besides him don't get mad?
When some people deny him.
Who else accepts being called a prophet?
Like the word would offend him.

He's secured with his status.
He raised Lazarus when he died.
Who amongst us isn't glad to be alive?

Mention him to some and watch them get offended.
But pay close attention to them  when they are down.
And slowly watch them mention the King with the crown.

In the name Jesus things can be restored.
And in the bible his life is constantly explored.
Because He was given to Us out, of true love.

So, let always celebrate the Lord.
rights owned by Jeffrey T. Conyers
Selena Irulan Dec 2013
Sometimes
I want to dive deep
Into the ocean,
just to disappear for a while.
Maybe even forever...
no one there would judge or know me
i like being lonely..
At least i could be a little happy
This pain i can no longer bare
Empty feelings in my heart
i need a breath of fresh air..
running away is never
the answer it just creates
more problems like cancer..
You have to fight the pain in order to survive to gain.
the way the water
sways my body back  
& forth east by north.
Just to lose myself in it,
Forget all the
lies guys arised
& to start living
freely with no feelings.
so the stars  can project
straight through my ceiling
into the depths of my
heart listening to music..
Anna Banasiak May 2019
Wings of the Wasp

Is it possible to change into a wasp and fly away into the world of dreams? Małgosia sometimes played with children in the courtyard, but on the swing in her garden she loved to follow the land of imagination. Dad displayed her films on the wall. The heroes of tales were her real friends. She found in books life on the other side…
Through the open window were flying intrusive insects. One of them fell into her ear. She woke up and wiped her eyes from astonishment. The room was swaying like a boat immersed in the sea. Pirate ships were swimming around. The girl looked at the picture hanging on the wall, it  changed into a red bird in a flash. She wanted to get up and go for a walk with the dog, but she felt that something strange is happening. Can that be that she slept in dad’s shaggy jumper? She looked in the mirror and remained speechless. She was all hairy and wings were sprouting from the back. Woven from dreams they were glittering similar to the cloth from which she sewed dresses for dolls. She touched them to feel if they are real. In a moment she lifted up, happy. She has always dreamt about flying. It is surely a dream. Mum’s scarf was fluttering from a wardrobe. Setter in dad’s riding boots entered the room.
-I won’t go to the park like an ordinary dog. I want to know Your world. Maybe we will go the amusement park?-she said with an Irish accent.
The girl couldn’t take a breath. Her pet, beloved cuddly toy spoke with a human voice.
-Altunia! Come here, I’ll comb You.
-Talk to me Alti, that’s how I have written in the family tree. I’m an aristocrat. You can make me an exquisite breakfast, this time I’ll eat bacon and eggs with You at the table and don’t pet me without my permission.
-I’m glad that I can talk with You. I’ve always wanted to know what You feel.
I think that You don’t understand dogs. We’re the most sensitive creatures in the world. You can talk with me, because You’ve changed into a wasp in a wonderful way…
She looked in the mirror and she couldn’t believe. She was an insect. She had antennae, bug eyes and abdomen.
She looked out of the window. Trams were flying at the city like dragonflies. Computers and smartphones conquered the streets. Police dogs were directing traffic. The world was light and colourful like painted with multi-coloured pencils. From huge hands growing from the earth like trees doors were opening, birds were flying from them. Suddenly she heard a strange patter. To her astonishment she saw the most incredible species of dinosaurs which she lately saw in the children coloring book. They were eating leaves from the trees and were talking with people about the construction of a new world. Lego bricks came to life, old ages started to mingle with the present time. Knights on dragons were entering the house, pirates ships were built with the high-speed hovercrafts. Małgosia moved her wings and suddenly she found herself in the familiar place. But it wasn’t similar to her kind-hearted kindergarten. It was rebuilt into a space ship. The most incredible creatures lived there.People-Insects and doggy cats were teaching children alphabet and pronunciation, flowers were quarreling in English about the place in the main alley, lamps were perfecting image showing in the best light. She lifted up over the earth. She could fly higher than eagles and planes. She watched a new world from the bird’s eye view: auto-dragonflies, glidery birds and parroty drones.
Suddenly the storm broke. The lightings changed children room into a huge eye of the cyclone. Red, golden, orange birds circled over the house. They flew from the lost planet of eternal happiness.
Wasps in suits were singing the music of Michael from The Jackson Five. They were playing football with Tsubasa. The world was suspended in the colours of the rainbow. The rain of sweets fell into the earth. Irysy and krówki conquered the milky way. Televisions jibber-jabbered at the table, computers advertised “Prince Polo” around. You could see in them how the world would be in a thousand years time and how it was before Christ.
The world was light as a soap bubble. It was flying higher and higher.
-If You’ll be dilligent and You’ll read a lot of books You’ ll meet a nice surprise.
-What ? I can’t wait!
- I’ll take You to a place which once exists and once doesn’t exist.
She jumped with joy. She moved her wings and flew away with her setter to a mysterious land where the river of caramel flowed, houses, schools and kindergartens were built from wafers and gingerbreads and icicles of Italian ice-cream were hanging down from the roofs.
-Look out! If you taste these sweets the land will melt away.
-They look so delicious, that I can’t hold back.
-In grown up life you’ll have to deny yourself not once.
Ms. Pear went in hand with Mr. Apple to the garden over which hanged the cloud of whipped cream. In this land everyone was long-living. They didn’t know troubles and suffering. The King Honey First ruled there, taught his minions goodness, tolerance and wisdom.
-O! If only on Earth it was so beautiful…
-It is only so in the fairy tales.
-You said that imagination has a great power.
-In the world where you are everything is possible. Look only in the mirror.
She looked in the grandmother’s mirror. She saw a train going into the past, inside chairs seemed to look at her with little gray eyes, oranges were dancing like oriental dancers, still life was coming down from the old pictures and as a living wandered in the corridor of the rushing vehicle. Birds settled down in the antique clock, the dog wagged his tail at them, books told forgotten stories. Two frogs jumped to the room croacking that they’re princesses from the green kingdom.
The room went green taking the form of a shaking jelly. You could jump on it like on the trampoline with the ever growing group of royal frogs, walk through the walls and closed doors. It was infinitely incredible.
-Great…I can walk through the walls, I don’t need windows and doors.
-The world belongs to you princess!
Everything is so soft like a chewing gum, objects extend.
-If You want, you can take something to your hand and form something new, only use imagination.
The girl took a piece of picture and formed a flower, she didn’t like it, so she changed it into a bird. In a flash she taught him how to fly using a sign language. Perfect play, better than old origami!
-And now I’ll show You a trick possible only in the Land of Wasps.
They sat in the children bed which at once started to fly.
-We’ll fly into the future.
They got in and glided twenty years ahead. The girl saw herself with the children at the blackboard. She was teaching English preschoolers. She had home and a happy family. She was writing tales about her experiences from childhood.
Suddenly time twirled. The house lifted up and started to rush nowhere.
-In the Land of Wasps every sorrow can be changed into a joy.
-And now I’ll show you a trick possible only in the Land of Wasps.
-I think that this book is wiser more than one sage.
-From now You will always be happy.


Flowery People

Małgosia suddenly found herself in the flowery world cracking from the excess of colours, shapes, voices, thoughts and prejudices. She tasted life with all senses like a well-baked mum’s cake. She was listening more and more to the huge ear of the flowery world. Something started to rattle. Blurred memories, whispers and voices were coming from inside, flooded with light, saturated with colours.
Faces were moving and restless. She was running losing herself, opening pages of the new events, but everything became for her blurry, reality seemed to be inaccessible. She had to pretend that she understands the world of talking birds and insects, but it was too much for her. She walked slowly in the crowd and in the dazzling brightness of the cars, like a little lonely ant and she didn’t feel the part of the surrounding reality. She prefered to look and taste the beauty of the drop of a dew, changing move of face, mimicry, to listen to the whirr of existence.
Flowery People and Insect-People were in great friendship. In this land the sun was always shinning, no one was sad and didn’t know what evil was. Flowery creatures have never been ill, they lived long and happily. The world was an eternal play of imagination.
-O, if only Earth was such a beautiful, paradise garden.
-Suffering is needed.
-Why?
- For people to appreciate more its absence.
Flowery world had one weakness. It existed only when it was dry and hot. With the rain of tears the garden melted and disappeared.
-As you can see goodness and health are fragile.
-What can we do to save them?
-Do good, respect health.


Pigeonholed

Drawery People full of thoughts and memories were the separated world. There were the corners of existence going to infinity. This interior, the richness of colours, shapes and voices made Małgosia into astonishment. She stood close to the coral time which resembled foamed sea hiding its mysteries. She wanted to get inside, but it was inaccessible for her. Drawery people were still searching the stairs leading to the interior. In their kingdom everything was blurring, losing shapes and names. Life played with death, it was music and her echo.
They walked with difficulty, jamed, hiding fears, they were like unwritten pages of the books. Closed they came to life, when someone opened the drawer. Cities were built inside where kings and ordinary people lived. You only had to look inside and small kingdoms, empires and civilizations arised. Pages of the exercise-book were changing into planes and pencils into ballet dancers.
-Don’t touch them, because they’re so fragile that they will break in a moment. Like corals strung on a thread. That’s life of the pigeonholed people.
-I’d like to talk with them.
-Before You have to learn their language.
-The whole world separates us.
-Look out when you clean the desk, pencil case and school accessories, you can hurt its being. Every object has a soul, you have to only learn to see and hear them, not only think about yourself. Pens changed suddenly into the army of soldiers, they started to fight with the sharpeners. She found a sentence on the desk: “fulfill your dreams”. In every drawer a new dream was waiting and a new world to discover, you had to only find the key and the door to the most magnificient tale was opening. In the first drawer she saw little people, everything was diminished there. You had to tiptoe not to afraid creatures little and helpless like children. In the second drawer there was the world of giants, in the next lived animals speaking with a human voice, in the another there were pencils changed into wizards, flying trams, glidery birds. She opened the old, creaky door.
She went to the wardrobe. She took her favourite clothes. It appeared that they could move her into the different time. Somehow she has never liked to wear dresses and tights, but she saw that after wearing them she could travel to another planet and know it inhabitants. In a new world everything was possible. It was sufficient to have a dream and furry wings took her wherever she wanted. She had to find suitable key for the magical desk. It happened that this key was learning a new word. The girl started to read more tales, dictionaries and belles-lettres because she wanted her dreams to come true.
Thanks to the wings she visited all the countries of the world. She was moving in time, she learned history, geography and literature. She discovered how big is the power of thought and imagination. She lived in the land of pure white, everything was fleeting here, it lasted only a moment and then it stopped to be. She traveled there where instead of people walked clocks in hats, they were driving cars, building new civilizations. In this place time was flowing too fast, she couldn’t keep up with him.
-I want to save him. Be always a happy child. Just like in my dreams. Why it can’t be like that?
-If you were a child, you would be really unhappy. Dreams are beautiful only for a moment, then comes reality which can be beautiful too. You only have to use imagination, change bad moments into a joy-said Irish lady.
Suddenly strong wind started to blow. It turned over the pages. In one moment the letters woke up from a dream and started to walk in the city. Some of them wanted to be free and changed into birds. It was strange to meet wandering letters in the street. Suddenly the whole world was filled with the alphabet from the tales.
-People think that they know our world, but it hides many mysteries. In every letter there is a treasure more precious than gold. Who will discover hidden meanings, will be the happiest sage-said the setter.
-Why people don’t read tales and stories, they prefer to close in the circle of computers and televisions?-asked the girl.
-It’s easier. Life written in books is more rich, but more difficult to learn.
-It’s a pity that I’m not a dog, then everything would be much easier.
-O princess, believe me, our world is more complicated than you think. Be happy that you have a loving family and a dog, the most faithful friend.
-Take me to the other land that I would tell children and grandchildren.
-Bow-wow-barked the dog and together they soared.
She landed in the country where ruled the colour blue, yellow and red. When she woke up she was in the place of eternal happiness. Adults didn’t have to go to work and children get up to school. Duties were changed into pleasure. This world was infinite, it was swimming like a river, it was swaying like a pendulum of a clock. It resembled cat’s cradle. Lakes were looking at people like the faithful river. You could see your soul in them like in the mirror.
-What is happiness?
-It’s different for everyone.
-Dogs are happy when they have treats and comfortable bedding.
-Probably we are the most happy when man likes back our fidelity and devotion.
Suddenly the drawers and wardrobes extended like telescopes, they started to look at me and smile. I was sure that they hide the stories of the past years. I learned that dresser was once a princess and coffee table the knight in the Romanian chariot.
Drawery cities were flooded by the tea with lemon.
-I have to save it and clean up.
-You can do it like in life, there is always a way.
Drawery city closed and started to dream for the next years.
-Maybe it will wake up when it grows up.



On the Other side of the Mirror

Gosia remembers how she didn’t want to get out from the house of dolls and children bathtub. She imagined that she hides time to the pocket and changes its course. She was coming back to a little girl listening to her world. Every moment was filled with longing for childhood. Life was closing in the room of play. She felt like a spider tangling the net with the thread of imagination. She created new kingdoms on the pieces of paper, she rambled to the past.
She folded life in the drawers like mother clothes. Time stopped to flow then. Every word, look was a story. Moments resembled the river of her childhood where she felt safe and peaceful, she could be whatever she wanted in spite of the world. She floundered in the water like a heron, she was touching the sand soft like a dream, she was paddling, the water was still, clean like her reflection in the mirror, fear and anxieties disappeared, everything was possible, she imitated the flight of birds, she felt one of them, free and comfortable with herself. The border between childhood and adulthood didn’t exist. She could dream, she didn’t hear the voices of the street, cars rushing nowhere, there was only she and the river. She was looking with joy at the hut from the children adventures. It was built with leaves and letters of memories. She laid on the back and turned her face toward the sun. She was approaching to the footbridge taking her away from adulthood. Green waves entwined her body and soul. She wanted to spread her wings and fly away.
Mom, Dad and dog, it was all her world which provided peace. Time was playing with her, it was looking at her with a pinch of salt when she was changing into a bird, stone, river swimming to the desired goal.
Life seen through the mirror has broken to pieces.
Grown up Małgosia cleaned her room of play. She closed the drawers of the desk.
She got dressed and combed her hair on her own. She didn’t need the Land of Wasps any more…
Kristaylor Emily Sep 2015
Dark filling in the skies
Shifting away the sunset
Constellations arised, with
Soft mellow rays of the moon
Here at Tanjung Aru Beach
Ocean waves by the shoreline
High tides in the evening
Cold air brushes my skins
I smiled at eased
I am pacified
Darina Forgacova Aug 2021
You should make me alive again
you don’t owe me so much pain
You taught me how to behave
how much love I should gave
your truly you.

Life owes me so beautiful things
To rise me up above its wings
Cover me into sweet melancholy
Protect me and find me holy
when sin arised.

Make me alive when bleeding
My heart feels misleading
When thinking about past
Which for I never asked
and stayed present.

I want you change your attitude
Show me your miracles
Let’s be our miracles.
Something what occurs in my life...
Annie Nov 2019
I believe I dream
As soon I close my eyes
Yet
Everything I've seen
Arised me so alive
And when I wake
In emptiness
I miss you at my side
A nightmare,
Aching in my chest
And leaving me in fright

In timeless time
I wait and dream
And wonder where you are
Whenever I am wide awake
I fear for my own heart
Since separation cuts my core
As deep as does my dept
I fall and fall forevermore
To bottomless regret
Remié
Avien Zurc Jun 2016
For the rain has stopped,
And the drought has started.

For the rivers have stopped flowing,
And the crops they’ve died.

For the battle between the sun and moon has ended,
And the moon has won.

For the sound of nature has vanished,
And the silence began.

For the happiness had ended,
And the fear arised.

For that breathe had been taken,
And now it is gone.

That life is now non-living,
To heaven it’s gone.

My heart is now aching,
But I’ll be all right.
There's a woody house overthere.bring my steps solidly.crip crop... I'm freezing mostly.in this time of the day it's not very shocking to be cold.
The weather is snowing with a box of cheer the winter have been carrying.I move towerd the woody house.open the door.light the candles& sit on the cozy couch.breath deeply.bring my guitar& play the part you like.you turn on your recorder.happily you drink your coffee.then I read a book about great hearts.it says nothing breaks like a heart even you need someone help you sweep the pieces of your broken heart.then a sudden phone call arised.
Umm... hello? _ hi Kelsey.this is Mery. oh Mery I missed you girl.how are you? _ I'm fine.where are you now? _ I'm in the country resting in my cozy woody house._well Saturday is Mery Christmas .would you like to join us? _of course. Then....
Part of my novel that is imaginary
Dawn Ndlovu Aug 2015
A day was bright like
no other day.
The sky was shining
like there was something
coming upon the
sky.
We were trolling like
we used to,
but
little did she know.
Her smile always made
me happy but not
today.
When the sun went down
the sky was beautiful and
she was perfect,
but
today my eyes changed,
I never saw that beauty.
Was that the sin of todays
moment,
was my love for her ending
because I loved this moment
but
today i didnt.A full moon
arised upon a mountain,
as we used to love that
view but not today,I
was ord and she noticed
the moment was spoiled
and said it "I'm not the
same guy you loved before
I'v changed".
She cried and said no words
but left me with an amazing
view that still lingers in my
memory................................
I was in love with her but this day and moment was something I learned that love doesn't need to be forced it just needs to be
Kasey Wheeler May 2017
Funny things are happening
Funny things are falling

Some things stay the same
Some change for the worst

There is no silence
To the deaf ears

There is no sight
In the seeing eyes

There is no blood pumping
In these hearts of ours

Funny things are happening
Funny things are falling

Some have been left broken
Some have be arised

Both have been affected
By these ignorant eyes
Idk, just go with it
Haley Smith Feb 2016
I went into the woods searching for some fun,
I went into the woods and with me I had a gun,
The sun was gone and the moon arised,
And out jumped a person, I was surprised,
I took out my gun and shot three times

A puddle of blood surrounded a head
And that's when I learned I shot someone dead,
It was an accident I screamed and cried,
And now I had an extra body to hide
I went back home and looked in my shed

And found a shovel to bury the newly dead,
But when I returned the body was gone,
I checked my watch and knew I hadn't been long,
I knew what I did was very wrong
I broke out in a sweat

And knew I couldn't leave just yet
I looked up the trees and in between them,
The body is gone and that is true
But where did it go for I did not know
I walked around and held my breath

And later walked to my death
He ate the body I accidentally shot
And told me to fear not
I ran and screamed and then got shot
But by no mortal I fear not
Flynn Apr 2020
See
Some say sad eyes
which they surmise
must have arised
and been incised
by pain

Some say kind eyes
I prefer what this implies
Yet it still decries
What's inside
Yet again

I'm sure they may both be right...
But these are the eyes
I cannot disguise
These are the eyes
In which my soul is contained

So please don't see wise
To see them and apprise
me of my character, and theorise
on what underlies
For it is inane

If the judgement is a guise
and simply improvised
A means to advertise
interest or curiosity, replies
you can ascertain

if conversation you catalyse
conducive to exorcise
unjust judgements implied
by what you have spied (it wasn't just my eyes)
and arraigned...
I have been prejudged a lot before and it feels like everyone sees something different... I take issue with this culture.
Read the book not the cover
JP Oct 2015
I took my baggage
went to search
the meaning of life.
wandered around
the mountain
the valleys and
came back.
A bliss of truth
arised in me
"the Searching of the 'search' is
the meaning of life."
and
not the searched
Devin Ortiz Mar 2019
King Midas has his gold.
The writer has his folly.

He’s broken bread on a tale or two.
Hundreds of scores, blessed by few.

Memories dwindle between the pages,
Pieces of self transcribed over ages.

Words written today,
Swiftly begin to fade.

Every line which is writ,
Leaves scars, oozing grit.

Nobody is the same as Yesterday,
But what’s this chameleon to say?

An invader most foreign has arised.
Dooming with thoughts of demise.

The cycle of ancient history,
All creation forgotten in tomorrow’s mystery.
Change writing poetry time forget mystery memory midas
JP Aug 2016
An inquisitive arised
to understand relationship
a window opened
and saw something strange
a thickly populated forest
walked slowly
found an old building
entered
and find
my suppressed wishes
my lost friends and relatives
my ideas and unread books
my encyclopaedia of character
a huge tank of sperms
my details of weakness
.........................
came out
found a signed register
it has a lot of visitors
checked date and
the name of the people
those names matched
the names of friends and lovers
Understood
theirs  soul would have visited
before confirming my relationship
Is this kind of checking
and ticking relationship
called "INTUITION"
Ishudhi Dahal May 2020
( Mathematics was easy ) x2
When we used to spell it maths
Till it was limited to addition and subtraction
Instead of calculus and integration
when there’s  algebra and equation
Yes it was easy
When ‘’ ! ‘’ was just exclamation mark
‘e’ was just an alphabetic art
Till sin, cos and tan were
Homophones of sign , cosh , ten
Confusions didn’t arise at that age
When
Gauss , Pythagoras and Simpson photo;
pasted on General knowledge (book)
It arised when their creation were hard to acknowledge
It was easy
When circle was just a ring
No formula and any mugging
When ‘c’ was nither arbitrary nor proportionality
CONSTANT
When relation was just connection
Function was just operation
No hypothesis and theorems
Mathematics was easy !
#justrandomthoughts
Copyright © IshudhiDahal
nanimono Oct 2019
If only we could understand each other without words
And
Silence is a universal language
Maybe we still as apart
In this crowd of glorious halls
Amid of many congratulations
Split second of quiet greeted me with memories
Our innocent love were ever arised
and blossomed  in magnificent garden of immortality
I always miss your presence here
Like the sun and moon cross paths
E Jan 2019
Today I saw an eagle fly his wing's they stretched afar
I never knew that majesty could be a shooting star
I never knew that time could bind and stretch the world throughout
I only thought that life was sad and dream's would turn about
I had a home to which I roamed yet so long ago
And thought I wither my thought's are simpler than what they we're long before
You see this lonesome side of me this fever has no cure
To plunder and roam to land's unknown and travel with too and  fro
I've seen the highest mountain top's
I've swam the deepest sea's
I have plundered far beyond those simple crazy childhood dream's
And yet my mind is lost somewhere I've never gone before
A place so very far away
One I know I'll adore

At morning due I rise from bed to find myself asleep
My mind it ponder's deep beyond the trouble of these thing's
So now you see this opposition is one that I must face
I am yet a stranger weary and tired but yet still out of place
So to me or that to be or that which is unknown
The thought's within my troubled mind carries me back home

Play a ballad for the drifter the one who paved the way
He sang his song's and carried on until his dying day
And on that day he wrote a poem it twas one I know well
He spoke of highest priest and prophets
And spoke of wedding bell's
And then this dream so far away it carried on the east
And fire burned up the whole world
And stretched across the deep
And to the west I heard a roar a voice as loud as thunder
It spoke so loud and yet so proud and freedom was it's hunger
And then at once it came to me in the belly of the beast
It was the east and the west who triumphed over me

Along the road I met a toad he drank a glass of wine
He sang a tune howled at the moon
But could not keep in time
I sat beside the lonesome toad and asked him why he sang
He said you see it's bound to be this world has gone insane
And then away the very next day I seen him laying down
And on his face he wore it soft a golden velvet crown
A fool he whispered came along and stole this thing from me
But now he's dead I took his head and wear the crown to sleep

I am not sure If I adore these travels and these lands
I know it now I'm far away
In very distant land's

So as I sat and pondered on these desperate tale's of lore
A long haired man came unto me and knocked upon my door
I heard a gypsy crack a sigh and say it was her hunger
That caused her to spread prophesy that was false and foolish slumber
And as the cricket chirped away she looked into the ball
Looked at me with her hollow eye's she saw the gavel fall
And then the lighthouse keeper laughed and said watch for the rock's
They **** the men and pull them in the slaughter never stop's
She smiled and cried and frowned at me and handed me a letter
Then she arised and asked of me to be her own pallbearer

So I traveled on ahead to make myself fair time
I got lost in the darkened wood's that took a many lives
I sat and stood upon a truck and heard somebody laugh
And then appeared a foolish man wearing the devil for a mask
And as he laughed he reached in his case and played a little fiddle
But he did not play it evenly he played it very unsubtle
So I asked him who he was He began to speak
And with a roar he said I adore the mild and the meek

I suppose this is where my story come's to end
Or shall I say That it has now only just began
I realize this is a bit long
But I had time and nothing to do
So why not write eh
Stephanie Jul 2019
This morning I arised next to you.
Your snoring was loud,
but you sounded like the sweet melody of a purring cat.

I know this is irrational, baseless and unsound,
but I love the sound of your purring, and the way you sound when you laugh.
I love the way you look when you sleep and how your eyes glow when you are happy.
So peaceful.

This morning as I play with your hands;
as I brush your hair;
as I glide my fingers over your arms just as the sunlight brushes your skin.
All I can think of is that this is what I want and what I have been longing for.

I want you, not just in a sensual way:
I've been completely and utterly consumed by you.
I never want this moment to end,
I will never get enough of you.

I want to root myself with you and grow with you.
I want to develop and bloom.
In the end I want us to be a beautiful red rose with the sun shining over us just like this deep blue, bright Sunday morning.

I know this is illogical and senseless,
but what is love other than that.
Just like I am consumed by you
so has my logic been consumed by your love,
but the one cannot live without the other.
God's Oracle Oct 2019
Once upon a Time lived A Man who had Mystical Ancient Soul. Due to his Eternal Love towards his beloved Creations...Celestial & Terrenal he choose to in-body himself into one of his own terrestrial vessels. A young Woman of Nicaraguan decent was to give Life to this "Miracle Child." Came the day where she meet a Young Man with a clever tongue smart and elegant but a bit prideful and arrogant. He was a young Noble with lots of musical talent could play guitar and sing he crafted a love serenade to my mother and she fell in love with the young man. Unfortunately as destiny entails she feel in love with this Man and they United their temples (bodies) to create a new mortal being. The young ****** got pregnant with a male child and he was pre-mature with lots of problems and doomed to not live long due to the conditions of his birth. Little that the Family knew this Child a Creation Of God and all his beloved power was put inside the child's vessel to carry mankind to a New Spiritual Enlightened Age. A human with a heart of a God a conciousness of a Arch-Angel and a fighting spirit was formed...little that he knew he possessed qualities from above heavenly bodies but thru human error and harsh treatment of the upside Generation of it's time A down accursed world we live in gave into temptations of the flesh to gratify what "felt" good to the body but gave anguish to the spirit. Later on insurmountable feelings arised from Nature & Nurture however having a keen instinct to differentiate between good and evil.  Branded though and chastised to live a life of sin for the sake of his creations little of him knowing he is was and will forever be Creator.

Furthermore; his job became exhausting and the young man began taking the "Holy Command" seriously by the Age of 30. There sitting alone in an empty living room he was filled with the Holy Spirit and began writing the words you now read in this narrative piece of literature. I have demanded to be Spiritually Healed but healing God said comes with time...endurance...peace of mind...love...justice...truth...and perseverance. Righteous justice shall be given to each Nation for their grave à against the Holy One Of Israel. In time the World will understand why God choose to do what he did for his people only in time will everything be amended only in time will there be build a New Earth and a New Heaven only time will tell what humanity destined fate fill fall upon...Choose your Master and I will know their sheep by the fruits they produce. The Oracle has spoken and his wisdom comes from above it's time to do the right thing...and I have chosen to follow Jesus till the end of my time.

Nevertheless, am under investigation by people who claim to care and love me and want to help me but all they do is Spiritually jab knives of cursing and hatred deeper into my vessel yet my love for them remains pure, un-adultered, soft and abundant. Peace is all I ask of you people ...but with peace there must come change let's resolve this World's greatest curses...such as poverty, war, iniquity, hatred, paganism, and disobedience. Turn to God he will turn to you. Lean on Christ he will lean on you. Remember, time is running out let's do this to the accordance of the Holy One let's remember him...in all his precepts and glory...for he may be wounded but believe me he can heal all redeem all and purify all....in Jesus name!!!
Demarsa Walpool Dec 2018
Lonely was the feeling as this TORNADO reminisced.
1k. MpH.
Captured with all the years I missed.
Sticky dreams,The King arised, frustrated.
Ughhhh!
Another day in this prison.
My mental hurricanes enslaved.
This rumbling brain of mines.
Thoughts of you in the mist.
Majority good thoughts. Still, some bad.
Dying for happiness.
Still living sad.

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