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kindfullness too so kindfullness kindfullness too kindfullness so kindfullness.
Anak Manusia The Son Of Man Son Of Man Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is so too greatfullness
so greatfullness too greatfullness so too greatfullness greatfullness greatfullness so too
Anak Manusia The Son Of Man Son Of Man Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is so too Bestfullness
too Bestfullness so Bestfullness too Bestfullness so Bestfullness Bestfullness Bestfullness too so
Bestfullness too so Bestfullenss.
Anak Manusia is Anak ALLah Bapak Allah Bapa AlLAh.
The Son Of Man Son Of Man is The Son of God Son of GOd is Thea Son Of God Son Of GOd.
Thea Son of God SOn Of GOd is Anak Manusia is Anak ALlah is The Son Of MAn SOn Of Man is
The Son Of God SOn of GOd.
The Son Of Man SOn of Man is Anak Manusia is Thea Son OF GOd Son Of GOd.
The Son of Man Son of Man is Thea Son of God Son of GOd.
Anak Manusia is The Son of Man Son Of Man.
Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is The Son Of GOd Son Of GOd.
Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is Anak Manusia.
The Son Of Man Son Of Man is The Jesus Christ Jesus Christ Yesus Kristus Jesus Kristus The
Jesus Kristus Yesus The Chrsit YESUS CHRIST Imanuel Immanuel thE alPHA aLPHA tHE Omega
Omega Alfa Omega alfa omega Alfa Omega The Omega The ALfa the alpha alpha.
Anak Manusia is Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is The Son Of Man Son Of Man is The Jesus
Christ Jesus Christ Yesus Kristus Jesus Kristus The Jesus Kristus Yeuss The Christ Christ Yesus
Immanuel Imanuel the ALpha Alpha alpha alpha the The omega omega Alpha Omega Alfa
Omega THe Alfa Omega The Omega Omega.
tHE SON OF MAN SON OF MAN is The Son OF Man Son Of Man is Anak Manusia is The Jeuss
Christ Jesus Christ Yesus kRISTUS Jesus Kristus The Jesus Kristus The Christ Yesus Yesus
Christ tHE aLPHA aLPHA ALFA ALFA THE THe Omega Omega OMEGA the OMEGA tHE ALPHA
ALPAH THE ALfa Fala The Omega Omega.
The Son of Man SOn of Man is Thea Son of Man SOn of Man is Anak Manusia The First First
and The Last Last is The Beginning Beginning and The End End is Yang Terawal and Yang
Terakhir is Yang Awal dan Yang Akhir is Yang pertama dan Yang terkemudian is Yang
Terpertama dan Yang terterkemudian is Yang Terterkebelakang dan Yang terkebelakang is Yang
Terdepan dan Yang terterdepan is Thea Beginning Beginning and Thea End End is Thea First
First and Thea Last Last.
Copyright © gloria eliza angeline gumogar
Do not weep through
Your broken dreams
Promise me not to end
Before I am born
I love the warmth
In this cozy womb
I feel your sigh
As a thunder storm
I hear the beat of
your sinless heart
as a fast nonstop train
I struggle to learn it
Whether LOVE or HATE
Gather your humanity
to forgive a wild man
Give me to the world
Where there is morality
Hand me to stand
as a tamed man
Let me you to promise
Not to be a son whose
father lives within him
Though I am not a fruit of LOVE
Please, do not hate me MOM
What I have not done!
Copyright © Swarnapali Liyanage
Mother, your insanity is my blessing!
Your cry, like a creaking door,
Opens to a lawn of sour,
Your eyes, like a flame of candle,
Pierce to my heart that fails to handle.
And, your insanity is my blessing!
Because, I am not a son of your dream,
The essence that dripped out of the cream,
The life that burns as a wooden window,
The deep woods that drenched with heavy shadow,
Mother, I am not a son of your dream.
The dream of becoming a morning dew,
A song that moves a failing crew,
A dawn, a dusk and a poem with lovely words,
A canoe in search of unknown world,
And, I am not a son of your dream.
See, I am a warrior of a loosing battle,
The blood was washed through the rains that clatter,
I see the children playing on the streets,
I do not know, is it sickle or flowers for them to treat?
I am not a son of your dream and still away from your curse,
Mother, your insanity is my blessing!.
Copyright © Thoppil Bharathan
My mom was everything to me
She was my every day, my every morning
She was literally my life and I lived every single bit of it, in her world
She was my inspiration and her smile, was a sun-shine in my face
Every morning I would wake up and the first thing I ever thought about, was her
She would see me come down the stairs and automatically wave her little hands
“Good Morning, Bert!” she would squeak out, followed by a smile as big as the ocean
In return, I would play with her cheeks, pinching both sides as I would often do
While she, on the other hand would always try to get a bite off of them, just for fun of course
It was our special ritual thing we do every morning, as if exchanging something more than words can say
My mom was my greatest dream of all and I mean that in every sense of the word
Because for a dreamer such I am, no dreams has ever come close to my undivided attention
I am also a freewill-thinker but where it comes to my mom, there can only be just one choice
I would choose her every time just because I am her son; it’s my duty to return the love, she has instilled in me
For a long time now I found a great calling preparing and giving her daily meds and insulin shots
To her I was her private doctor… To me, she was my princess, my queen and I would do just about everything
I have learned a lot being with her 24/7, 7 days a week, like being more of the patient trying to solve my problem with patience
Well, I mean it’s a work-in progress kind of thing but I truly feel that I’m a lot better compare from the old me
Little by little, day by day, one day, it just occurred to me that I was becoming the person, I can consent to be
For me helping her with her needs, she has helped me figured out my own path into the person I’ve always longed to be
You see, often, I’ve cried out, in silence about trying to find my own purpose in a world, filled with mysteries and illusions
And like I said earlier, every time, I would wake up and I would find her downstairs with her smile fixed directly at me
If you can only feel things in my shoes, no other kind of happiness can ever feel so pure and complete, it contented my soul
My mom loves to garden and because I love her and I wanted to make her happy, she made me fall in love with gardening
I could not believe it at first but gardening became my Superman’s fortress of solitude, it’s like it’s a whole new different world
She has given me so much of everything; I only wish that I had given her something even remotely significant, in comparison
She didn’t just shaped me to be the person I am today; I became the person who would happily choose to be guided by her
Because there’s nobody else in the world like her, no heart can ever be as pure and innocent and good as her heart is
My mom was one of kind, a diamond if the rough, a jewel in the night and my sole treasurer of dreams
I don’t know what I would do without her, I have not one clue what my mornings would be like without her smile
I’m not even sure if I can ever get passed the darkness that I will be facing tomorrow; I only know one truth for now
I love my mom… I love her more than the meaning of the word love; I love her transcendently from infinity and beyond
Copyright © Wilbert Dela Cruz
Times drift by,
Yesterdays are passed,
Memories never forgotten.
Memorable things now stored away,
Favorite things you so enjoyed,
Now safely treasured in a box.
Your first baby blanket neatly folded,
Years of artwork carefully packed,
Heartfelt poems written by you,
Now treasured and protected.
Your favorite chair,
Still sits on the porch.
At times as I sit outside reflecting with God,
I look into the empty chair
And wish you were there.
Photographs of you of years gone by,
Now lay safely in a box,
Always to be looked at,
To share and reflect upon.
The last words you spoke to me,
Still replay in my heart
Never to be forgotten,
Praying to hear you speak again,
“I love you too, mama!”
The last moments spent with you
Are treasured memories created,
Filed away safe in my heart,
Always to be cherished with love.
I miss you coming home late,
Always wondering while I wait.
I miss the way you pleaded for me
To warm a meal, to get a drink,
And though I was tired or though it was late,
Out of love I gave in to your hearts desire;
Then excitedly in a child like voice, you'd say,
“Thank you mommy, I love you!”
A part of me is lost,
An empty space fills my heart,
An empty room where you once laid your head.
So many things you left behind,
So many lives you've touched,
Never to be forgotten, but always remembered.
I do not know why,
For it is not for me to understand.
The time will soon come
For me to know the truth
As to why you had to go.
Some day very soon,
When Gods perfect plan is revealed
And when in paradise eternal,
Is when I shall see your smile,
Look into your eyes,
And hear you say, once again,
“I love you too, mama!”
Copyright © Sindy Vorderstrasse
Oh Mama, There not enough words in the dictionary that can define
What you mean to me
Oh Mama, you made away for us when I was young even when that
Way was to impossible for me to see
Oh Mama, you clothed us, shelter us, and fed us when we hungered for
Something to eat, with the meager finances
You had for support didn’t deter your spirit or
Robbed you of your strength to a submission of being weak
Oh Mama, we may not had the best of the best, but we had the best of the
Best of the best at the expense of your sacrifice to
Provide the necessities needed even at your less
Oh Mama, your are thee essence that is constructed and formulated together
To generated and develop the mother of the universe
Which is a queen
Oh Mama, I appreciate you more then you could imagine or see, I know I don’t
Tell you much but believe me lady! Your present
Is truly blessful beside me, yes indeed
Oh Mama, my thoughts and feeling that I display may be low and silent, but the
Love I have for you is louder then any bell or sound that
Can wake the world up when life is still and hearts are quieted
Oh Mama, I know I act crazy a lot and do a lot of crazy things, but I thank GOD for
Creating you and I thank GOD for you creating me
Oh Mama, I love ya ma! Peace.
Copyright © Roscoe watkins