"trueness" poems
*
*PART I
Let the world be
- against our LOVE
Let the society also be so
- against our LOVE
Let the laws, rules, regulations be
- against our LOVE
Let the religions, scriptures, gurus be
- against our LOVE
Let our friends, colleagues and
Family, relatives be
- against our LOVE
Let even YOU and me be
- against our LOVE
Let them be, Let us be..
Let everyone be
- against our LOVE
Yet it is NOT going to be
"The end of our LOVE"
PART II
Every "against" is just a gray smoke
Trying to pretend to be a blue sky
"They"- the one who are against LOVE
If they are eager to crucify Jesus
If they are eager to lynch Mansoor
If they are eager to poison Meera
If they are eager to throw LOVERz
In the pyre of FIRE
Remember this...
The air around us is "LOVE"
The whole world shall burn
In the grief of two LOVERz flames
So don't worry, it is not going to be
"The end of our LOVE"
PART III
We all know, we all know
That the enemies of LOVE are many
They are educated, smart, intelligent
Powerful, leaders and identity groups etc.
Those who can reason, argue & debate,
Rationalize with practicality & pragmatism
But they do not even have a heart
To feel the trueness & purity of our LOVE
So don't worry, it is not going to be
"The end of our LOVE"
PART IV
What comes out of our LOVE
Is the most Powerful & Almighty NATURE
LOVE in my heart - is not ruled by anyone
LOVE in YOUR heart - is not ruled by anyone
LOVE in our heart - is "OUR" LOVE
It is not even ruled by us
So don't worry, it is not going to be
"The end of our LOVE"
PART V
Today those who pretend to be masters
Today those who pretend to be leaders
Today those who pretend to be gurus
Those who pretend to "I know it ALL"
They won't be here tomorrow to live
They are only passengers of life
Traveling illegally without tickets
Because they are living without LOVE
So don't worry, it is not going to be
"The end of our LOVE"
PART VI
Do not forget, Do not forget
LOVE has taken centuries
It has taken ages
From the garden of Eden
Where Adam - Eve ate the apple
Since Romeo-Zuliet died
When Layla-Majnun wailed in longing
LOVERz have poured their breathe
Into every living thing on earth
So don't worry, it is not going to be
"The end of our LOVE"
PART VII
The breath you take is of LOVE
The breath I take is of LOVE
The breath the whole world takes is of LOVE
Who are we to say "YES" and "NO" to LOVE?
LOVE does not even take our permissions
So don't worry, it is not going to be
"The end of our LOVE"
PART VIII
LOVE is not even this moment "NOW"
LOVE is not a slave of any constitution
LOVE can't be imprisoned in any identities:
Religious, regions, gender, caste,
Class, society, color, race, age etc.
LOVE is not owned by anyone
LOVE is not even owned by LOVERz
So don't worry, it is not going to be
"The end of our LOVE"*
*
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
From among dreams that come to shine and be mirrored
outside of our sleep,
we find a sea of life inside a flawless silence.
Without thought,
we cherish the intoxication
putting our lives in a state of perfect balance.
A first kiss can grab your heart
and leave it beating faster
than sand flows in the hourglass of time.
Or, it can cast a shadow on everything
that is required
when you find yourself asking,
what is the beat I hear in my mind?
The brightest feathers are dismissed by memories
of lines once wrote
about the image of the moon.
For the first time we dared to dream
about more than a jagged rhythm
never succumbing
to finding a new tune.
We find we do not care if we are bathed
in laughter or neglect
as long as we are next to one another
in a portrait where we smile.
We will still dance inside our words of love,
smooth as glass for miles and miles.
Closer and closer the trueness of our hearts
becomes visible to all Heaven and Earth
here below
with gravity held only as a slave.
A slave with tears that wash away any doubt
that what goes up
must come down right away.
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 9:40 AM UTC
We base our alliance
But not on mere external elegance
Or favoured nature or trueness of heart
It's more than just preference that sets us apart
We were never intricated to stoop so low
To fall in love with bare figures mellow
Words cannot explain what this was, this is, this may be
For out there may be angels, or princesses, or Goddesses,
And yet all I ever want, oh she just read this line
And my, I can't have enough of that smile.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC
Jesus, Son of The Father
Hanging on a Roman Cross
Pierced for the iniquity of men
Killed for the love of His bride
With nails in His hands
Swords in His sides
Thorns on His head
His body slain
The body to feed His bride
His blood poured
The blood to quench the Church
"This is my body"
To eat of it
To feed the bride.
The Body of Christ,
The Bread of Heaven
To delight in the Holy Eucharist,
The spiritual feast, in Communion with God
To worship the Holy Name of the Savior
"This is my blood"
To drink of it
To quench the bride.
The Blood of Christ,
The Cup of Salvation
To delight in the Holy Eucharist
The spiritual feast, in Communion with God
To worship the Holy Name of the Savior
Hanging on the Roman Cross
God, The Son Himself crying to the Father
"Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachtani?"
"My God, My God, why have You forsaken me?"
Plagued by the false view of the Father
The pagan god in the hearts of men
Inherited with the humanity of The Son
While the sin of man
Hangs with the Son of Man
The earth shaking
And hearts breaking
With eyes crying
And law tearing
With the world changing
And The Son dying
The trueness,
The oneness
Of the Father
United with The Son and Spirit
In communion with The Spirit and Son
The Gifts of God
For the People of God
To partake in whenever together
In Remembrance of the savior
Christ died for us
Feed on Him with our hearts
And remember our union in Him
With Faith and Thanksgiving
We are saved by the triune God of grace
By the Love of the triune God of love
By the Blessing of God Almighty
The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit
Be upon us and remain forever
Let us keep the feast!
Allelujah!
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
Drawing upon the core of my being, I muster up the strength to survive.
Stepping into another plane of existence; one in which I have no capacity to resist toxicity; I am vulnerable.
A juggernaut lies at the end of the daylight hours; soft in temper and yet scourging in it’s pronouncements.
This is a being with no malicious intent; a sentinel guarding the sacred caliber of a spirit under divine instruction.
Darkness pervades in the form of light; I can sense a façade of purity within the confines of my bones.
This fortress that I have traversed into is infected with a murky haze looming just above the skies.
Escape is my only option; if I remain here it will be my demise.
When the juggernaut arrives, trepidation will electrify my soul; it will animate me.
Fear consumes me with every waking second I’m in it’s midst.
-This gargantuan being understands-
Empathy cannot save me however, once the utterances of ancient spirit inflict scathing wounds upon me in the name of humanity.
Attempting to rescue me from the tumult of the planet does not obscure the pain and heartache of compassionate words.
Wisdom lies within this walking tome; statue-esque maiden.
I have used my discernment as a bulwark; protection from wounds of sensitivity lies in detachment from myself.
I have come to realize that supplication does have a purpose.
-To plea with the remnants of a long forgotten world-
I am overwhelmed with euphoria when I realize that my fears have been nothing but stymie.
Fleeting in nature; they whispered to me of my incapacity to reach the heart of a relic growing wiser by the minute.
There is no judgment to be passed and I have been emancipated from the shackles of a foreshadowing past.
It leads to my genesis; the day when I shall be lifted up past all my iniquity.
Until that day, I await the metamorphosis of an ailing planet.
The Juggernaut does have a purpose.
This maiden shall be a beacon amongst the tumult of the seasons.
I shall look to her as a guide and honesty is what shall pervade from her lips.
In trueness she shall bestow her utterances upon me.
Like the sweetest honey, her words will befall my eardrums.
Internalization spurs a chemical reaction within me.
I am changing.
I have been enveloped by blinding rays of light.
The darkness is no match for the spiritual sinew that I possess.
I am growing by the second… I am growing prayer by prayer.
-Amen-
By Iridescently Efflorescent
Jul 29, 2012
Jul 29, 2012 at 12:30 AM UTC
In a world where creativity is put first
no ranks
no grades
because how can you judge a human race
on if they made a certain grade
when we cannot even explain
the trueness of the big bang
oh, intelligence is fine
but I think it's not right
since we all come from a different whom
and are still expected to be advanced at school
school should become extinct
we have our brains still to think
no test is bigger than life
so maybe we should start studying
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Drawing upon the core of my being, I muster up the strength to survive.
Stepping into another plane of existence; one in which I have no capacity to resist toxicity; I am vulnerable.
A juggernaut lies at the end of the daylight hours; soft in temper and yet scourging in it’s pronouncements.
This is a being with no malicious intent; a sentinel guarding the sacred caliber of a spirit under divine instruction.
Darkness pervades in the form of light; I can sense a façade of purity within the confines of my bones.
This fortress that I have traversed into is infected with a murky haze looming just above the skies.
Escape is my only option; if I remain here it will be my demise.
When the juggernaut arrives, trepidation will electrify my soul; it will animate me.
Fear consumes me with every waking second I’m in it’s midst.
-This gargantuan being understands-
Empathy cannot save me however, once the utterances of ancient spirit inflict scathing wounds upon me in the name of humanity.
Attempting to rescue me from the tumult of the planet does not obscure the pain and heartache of compassionate words.
Wisdom lies within this walking tome; statue-esque maiden.
I have used my discernment as a bulwark; protection from wounds of sensitivity lies in detachment from myself.
I have come to realize that supplication does have a purpose.
-To plea with the remnants of a long forgotten world-
I am overwhelmed with euphoria when I realize that my fears have been nothing but stymie.
Fleeting in nature; they whispered to me of my incapacity to reach the heart of a relic growing wiser by the minute.
There is no judgment to be passed and I have been emancipated from the shackles of a foreshadowing past.
It leads to my genesis; the day when I shall be lifted up past all my iniquity.
Until that day, I await the metamorphosis of an ailing planet.
The Juggernaut does have a purpose.
This maiden shall be a beacon amongst the tumult of the seasons.
I shall look to her as a guide and honesty is what shall pervade from her lips.
In trueness she shall bestow her utterances upon me.
Like the sweetest honey, her words will befall my eardrums.
Internalization spurs a chemical reaction within me.
I am changing.
I have been enveloped by blinding rays of light.
The darkness is no match for the spiritual sinew that I possess.
I am growing by the second… I am growing prayer by prayer.
-Amen-
By Iridescently Efflorescent
Jul 29, 2012
Jul 29, 2012 at 12:30 AM UTC
Ill just wake up with the sun
I appreciate the effort
The sad sign of romance
The trueness of a goodnight kiss
Goodnight my chivalry
The vagabond is striking matches
The harmonica wont squeal the way it should
It wont hmm the way it did
The music has changed
The music had changed
Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 4:47 AM UTC
The pain is gone, I can finally sleep
Waiting so long for this agony to leave
Been storing this virus away in my vault
Now I realized it was both our faults
Promised you I'd loved you every day and night
And thinking that it would make everything alright
And yes it seems we loved too hard and lost the fun
Guess that happens when you are so young
Now she's leaving
Now I'm leaving
We’ll always remember
How much we cared for each other in our youth
But now it's time for us to move
And it's true
We both gotta go on and explore the world
And rest assured I'll
Never forget that girl
And yes, she was my very first love
And she made me believe there was a god above
And if there were issues you know we’d resolve them
But there was only one problem
We were so inexperienced
Two years until we realized we couldn’t handle it
Acted like we were married we were kids
And we both lacked common sense
Now she's leaving
Now I'm leaving
We’ll always remember
How much we cared for each other in our youth
But now it's time for us to move
And it's true
We both gotta go on and explore the world
And rest assured I'll
Never forget that girl
And I'll will never forget you
I’ll never forget you
Now were moving on
Now were moving on
Now were moving on
Love is never gone
And how we cared for each other in our youth
But now it's time for me and you
You know
How much we cared for each other in our youth
But now it's time for me and you
And you know its true
We both gotta explore the world
And I gotta explore the world
And you wanna explore the world
And rest assured I'll
Oh rest assured ill
Never forget you girl
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
I stood beside you, absorbed
Your unique quality, looked
In your direction and
Gave birth to a newness of mind
I see you and all you are
I feel the difference between us
Yet know it is coated in humility
Offering what is real, what is honest
Accepting of you and me
We could walk the same path but
Come to know our own view
Yet we would gain trueness and
Freedom of choice; an exploration
Of another through travelling down
The avenue to inhale.....
The scent of unfamiliar perspective
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
I want her,
I need her,
I love her.
But I want them,
I need them,
I love them.
Is it a question of who I love more,
Or perhaps who I need more?
Maybe it’s a question of who I can live without,
But regardless, my answer stays the same.
Why do they make me choose?
Why can’t I love her and you?
They are so adamant about me loving him
That they ignore the trueness of the love I have beside me.
Do you want me,
Do you need me,
Do you love me?
If you do,
Then you’ll let me love her.
Because I don’t want to choose;
I don’t want to choose between her and you.
I want you,
I need you,
I love you.
But when you’re gone,
Who will want me,
And need me,
And love me?
She will,
I know that she will.
So don’t make me choose.
I don’t want to,
But I will.
If me loving her keeps you from loving me,
Maybe I don’t need you.
Because while I will always love you,
I don’t want your hate,
And I don’t need your disgust;
I don’t want your animosity,
And I don’t need your disapproval.
If you can’t look at me and her the same way you’d look at me and him,
I don’t need you in my life ruining the bond that we've come to build.
I love you,
I need you,
I want you.
But I love her,
I need her,
I want her.
So don’t make me choose.
I don’t want to,
But I will.
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC
The skies are so beautiful tonight
They wait for our founded love
Under the moonlight
The fullness of it's sheen
Where we surrender our best
In the sweet sweats of our dreams
The whine and the punts
In the sweet sweats of our dreams
The clouds are still grey tonight
They await for our sacrifice
Our touch, the sighs, the bangs
The trueness of their sight
Where our eyes steals our hearts
In the sweet sweats of our dreams
The whine and the punts
In the sweet sweats of our dreams
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC
Dear Ernesto Hugo de Castro,
Keep breathing and keep thinking,
we'll **remember that somewhere,
along the lines, you were there**,
since you have something to gain.
I like reading your poems and poetry,
I also like that you express yourself clearly,
I also like that you know how life does hurts
and I like your ruthful and inspiring works.
I love knowing your writing and trueness,
I also love how reaching perfection you do,
and, last but not least, I also love you.
- Ludapoetry
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
Dear one,
As the domino, I fall cascading on the drawing board. Why would one deny progression? A furtherance , the ebb and flow. I remain up beat and spirited as I read your letters. It's like a barred barricade is being lifted.Your glowing light is charging me. Certainty is liberating, the riding of the waves have become a skill that I have engrossed. The tides spread from shore to shore and I must anchor. I am ever grateful for your deliberation in regard to my current affairs. Your magnanimity is greatly appreciated.
As I am
Enormous, bountifulness of free spirit. Episodes of taciturnity alternated by sequences of thrill are remarkably felt. The higher level linking is simultaneous , coordinated and equidistant. As life propels, years progress a resemblance of energy is greatly congruent. The conforming compatibility of the absolute is evident. Transpiration of what once known yet unknown surfaces, erupts and consolidates a new meaning. A renewed existence, a recovered emergence solidifies. These moments are so evident, abundantly and vehemently felt on every fibre,bone and muscle of my being. Right to the core of my soul, my very existence.
On the tangent of thoughts........"J" the jewel... the forgotten treasure. What happened to the nature trueness that stroked your mind? The non win compromises aren't spontaneous. We must realign.... we must.
Vous êtes magnifiquement merveilleux et excellent en tous les moyens possible.
You sure do give me the butterflies......
You hold me in skies high above.
I can't control the butterflies.........
Is it just a flutter ?
To progress as you progress.....
SassyJ
Inspired by........
Natasha Bedingfield (Soulmate)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P27MPi3ZhCg
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
I don't own many dresses
or pairs of shoes
Just a few special dresses
that make me look pretty
and a pair or two, of shoes
*sandals for summer
sneakers in Winter*
ten times the amount
I could have spent
was spent on you
I troll around a second hand store
because I think I'm unique
because extra funds bring you hope
denying things are bleak
Food on the table
a roof over your head
the latest Xbox game
cable Internet
my birthday laptop
you're insulting me on
Foxtel
112 Channels
While you sit
under a feather blanket
as others in the world
have yet to be fed
Breakfast, Lunch or Dinner
What's that you said?
You don't care what I think?
I don't know what it's like?
I'm destroying your sense
of adventure?
Why don't you twist the knife?
Disrespected for my opinion
when you're green as new grass
Freedom most certainly is a right
but as all rights, it is earned
don't take what is not asked
I lost a most precious gift
because I could not comprehend
the lessons I was trying to teach
were so hard to defend
I'm not asking you to obey me
because I absolute rule your domain
I'm begging you to heed my wisdom
I have a right to remain
The absolute authority
on Life, an expert on how it unfolds
My body agrees by the strecthmarks
it holds,
My heart agrees in its tightness
to the breath it exhales
My soul exalts in its freedom
to breath trueness to its tales
I'm not just wanting to be a parent
I'm wanting to be a voice
a monument to mistakes made
a whisper of choice
A landmark in uncertain territory
a safe haven in a storm
If you defy Wisdom
from absolute tragedy
I become a useless memory
and I'm nothing but a receptacle
for you teenage angst
I'm am nothing
I am the norm
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 4:47 AM UTC
when you realize you started from a seed.
a seed that was nurtured to grow.
grow up to be the prettiest
flower
tree
bush
shrub
then you will realize the trueness of being alive
you may have gotten stepped on
you may have gotten dirt kicked up in your eyes
but you became a shining flower
tree
bush
shrub.
you can do whatever you want.
but remember the reason you got dirt kicked on you?
because you were watching kids play in the back yard.
remember why you were picked?
a baby saw you for the first time.
Bad times turn into good memories
you wish you had back.
savor every opportunity.
never let it die like the flower
tree
bush
shrub
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
god created the sun
god created rain
rain and sun slept together
a rainbow evolved
every being has a double, somewhen
i'm half gipsy and jewish
bleedin' blueish
wise man told me lies about trueness
smell the fragrance of ghosts
relax, feel, love yourself
i will be praying for you
in rainbows
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 3:18 PM UTC
the prophet speak
you my people,
my flower of life
you have a voice.
stop the fighting
share the love of peace.
help the sick an poor.
as then prophet said
i hear cry in my,
endless dreams.
the prophet said.
be brave my flower
of life.
walk with trueness
peace in
your hearts.
pray sick an poor.
ask are god for giveness.
pray for the world an
brother sister of this world.
share the love of peace.
stop the fighting.
help one another in this world.
walk peace in your hearts.
many blessing my brother my sister.
walk with peace
walk with true
share the love of peace.
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 12:24 AM UTC
true love is golden,
a true heart is pure,
of endless love.
to walk with trueness
to bear one heart
an one soul to love one
true.
is true magic of the hearts
to share to care.
for special angel of life.
to bring the circle of life
to whole .an walk these
roads in life as one.
you truly are my special
gift in life.
true love is golden
my love.
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 12:00 PM UTC
Sorry, I made you feel the way you feel. Sorry I caused your heart to
palpitate. Sorry I caused so much pain to you and all around you.
Sorry that I didn't believe. Sorry that I didn't let go of the past when I
should have. Sorry for turning my own back on myself. Sorry I was not
there, for your slanderous torment. Sorry I gave up when I should
have continued. Sorry I failed you but I will try harder in the next
moments to come. Sorry my tears roll down my cheek. Sorry that I
have pushed all away because I thought it would have been easier.
Sorry that I am not there to hold your hand in your darkest hour.
Sorry I closed my ears, opened my mouth. Sorry I walked away to
never turn back. Sorry I will never see another horizon through the
right perspective. Just plain old SORRY I EXIST...I need to go from
your wayside, let you be...become...believe in yourself. Taking one
step at a time, where every second counts, where every turn will be for
the better. Trust that you will make the right choice, if not try it again
this time around, achieve it better then the time before. Grab a hold of
yourself and pull yourself away from this inferno, enter the light. Let
yourself be great, stand tall. Stop slapping your own face around, look
into the mirror with smile filling cheeks. Fall down a lot, to get up and
do it all over again. Find your safe place; hold it dearly in your heart.
First and foremost believe in yourself, and never believe in the past
only the future is as wide open as you make it appear. So continue
punching holes in walls that get in your way, hurdle them obstacles.
So goodbye old friend, as I step aside to allow positivity to move in
where I've painted the walls with grayscale painstakingly nightmares.
It’s about time to open the lid on positive fortitude. Let old dogs lie,
while negative energy dissipates from my soul. Remember to trust the
trueness of positivity has to offer. God bless you, believe in you, and understand you!
Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 10:51 PM UTC
I find it funny that the first time we ever kissed,
your lips only barely brushed mine
like light wind upon sand,
moving my heart just a little bit, but not quite enough for me to kiss you back,
it was an agonizing craving
because wanting to mimic your lips
with mine as badly as I did
had been quietly, yet evidently
suppressed with my palm
pressed up against your chest
to push you away
maybe it’s not funny after all
but at the time, I wasn’t aware of what it would feel like
to lose you
when your arms were gently wrapped around me under white fluffy blankets
and your whisper
sent me into
a lullaby of tranquility
I was safe there, a lucky penny
put inside your pocket
I didn’t know, one day, I would let my head go
and kiss you back
until there were no more clothes or distractions,
the piercing judgments cloaked underneath our timeless innocence
I didn’t know, one day, I’d be as loved as a flower is loved by the sun
and soil
and that my heart would make itself entirely available to be nurtured
I still find it funny the night we held hands
all the way to the bus stop
and skipped a little like children on their way to school in the summertime
when the bus pulled up, you kissed me but I didn’t place a palm
to push you away
this time,
regardless of how many passengers
would see us
underneath the moonlight
it just felt right
and I find it really beautiful
when you let me cry like a small child that had just lost both of her parents
in a car accident
my snot got all over your t-shirt and all you did was rub my back
and whisper
I love you, sweetie
I didn’t know, one day, when you called
to tell me
those exact same words,
I would hang up on you
because being that loved would become as
terrifying
as letting go of sickness
I didn’t know, one day, I would welcome you into my heart with
tantric grace,
and another day, attack you with
my own self loathing,
creating a moat around my trueness so you could never get in again
I think I mostly find our first kiss funny
because I knew you knew
I wanted to kiss you back
the entire time
but waited months instead
and you were okay with that
I didn’t know, one day, missing you
would make my heart ache
like one million pins were stuck in it
I didn’t know, one day, I’d be as ready
as this
but it’d be too late
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 10:44 AM UTC
WE ARE
*A city that radiates happiness,
A people of class and heritage
A Nation that has seen its station
A World of black and white.*
WE ARE
*A fire burning amidst the waters
A river flowing through
Children of the ancient ones
A world of black and white.*
WE ARE
*A people that prefers hate to love
A revengeful and boastful heart
A people that read more, yet less sense
A world of black and white.*
WE ARE
*The trueness of hate itself
The scandal of ignorance
The product of callousness
A world of black and white*
WE CAN
*Be love or bliss defined
Be the city upon the hill
Be the fighters on bended knees
We can be Great again*
Only if we shun hate and accept love
Professor Marylyn-D©
All right reserved
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
I woke up
and found my friend far away
as I ponder what a friend is
and how soon can we all Skype
if it really matters
when you come to visit
will I have gone
swallowed your abandoned names and words
as you pull upon my own discarded pages
and we miss us
as we long to be each other
be ourselves in muscled trueness
Sure the other's place
will round our arms with the strength we lack
walking new streets
exercising our tongues on the ancient, baby green phrases
watch our skin contract
as we learn to deftly act
and somersault through agate hoops
mine for yours
yours for mine
we love to change traditions
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC