OBLITERATED
THAT IS WHAT DONALD TRUMP SAID
MORE PERSONNEL DEAD
To wait
is to drown
slowly
with a hope
one day
you will rise
only to witness
the time passing by,
getting closer to the bottom.
Here, struggle
is no longer needed;
surrender is easier.
To let go of heavier dreams
and embrace
the defeat.
Not to give up,
but to land the feet
to bounce back better
with an air of a new kind
created during the halt.
A pause to refill
and restart
what was unfinished
with a slight twist
that‘ll make
the whole difference.
If you come back to me
You will make my day
Worth
my life is nothing without you
I need somebody
That can cheer me up
When I am feeling down
In the dumps
You say I should smile more often
Because I have a beautiful smile
Yes smile is the best medicine there is
You say I am too serious
Maybe you are right
You loved me once
Where did it go?
Only you know
We made a vow
So tell me how
It’s broken now
I’ve remained true
I love you still
And always will
We still could be
So hear my plea
Come back to me
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It is happening more each day online, and on social media platforms
How you respond to them can save you thousands of dollars by choosing not to respond.
Flattering words or deceitful phrases often swindle many elderly people out of their life savings.
Don't get me wrong; there are times when you can help a stranger who desperately needs it.
The adage reminds us that when you nurture them, they will always come back.
This contemporary take on love just doesn't resonate with me.
I have finished feeding these online pigeons.
Come back to the refuge; Lets take a trip inside. No shadow can see you here, the perfect place to hide. Come back to the refuge, the largest space of all. Theres room for all your hopes and dreams, so you can bring them all. Come back to the refuge, there's power you can find; Silence is the kingdom, lost somewhere behind your mind. Come back to the refuge, the great ones wait for you; Through white light to fields of green, and skies the bluest blue; Come back to the refuge, I know its been a while, but time's a lie, so please dont sigh - just come back with a smile! Come back to the refuge, do you still know the way? Let go of thinking without any effort, and sit like that today. Come back to the refuge, put down those heavy bags! The present is a gift, it doesnt matter how its wrapped. Come back to the refuge, the journey is alone; But once your near, youl feel me here; Because the refuge is my home... Signed - HIGHER SELF.
How long can I wait in the blaze of the sun,
Before shadows drag me down from the height?
The stars are a choir, but they do not speak,
And the sea keeps knocking with a blind white fist.
I am held by the flame, yet I ache for the dark,
Where my bones know the cool and the silence is loud.
I have wrestled with angels whose tongues were of fire,
I have drunk from the well where the dusk must still rise.
Do not ask me the hour, for time has no hand,
It unravels like smoke through the teeth of the night.
My voice is a bell, but the clapper is gone,
Still it tolls in the marrow of my mind and my bones.
How long shall I wait with my back to the sun?
Till the earth calls me down with its patient green mouth,
And the worms write my name in their winding script—
Then perhaps I’ll return from the light to the dark,
Or perhaps I will burn into nothing at all.
It’s never too late
to pause the chase
to stop running like a mad dog
after a world that never turns back.
It’s never too late
to stand in the open sun
after years of hiding in shadows
to finally thirst for the light.
It’s never too late
to shed the robe of shame
to return to the road
you were always meant to walk.
Home never shuts its doors.
A father’s arms never forget.
Even the prodigal
still has a place at the table.
colorful butterfly faerie flew into the garden today
The marigolds, lilies and lilacs all leaned her way
Wanting a favor, a glimpse, a look at her gown
She had a terrific personality, and no kind of frown
She is such a beauty! The elves and dwarfs did agree.
Tomato worm never saw her; he was watching TV
The radishes and carrots tried to get her to come over.
She was adorable! said the cat and an old dog named Rover.
Colorful butterfly faerie told them she would be back soon.
She had promised a relative she would meet them on the moon.
As she flew away, the garden waved and yelled out good-byes.
Within minutes she had entered a large cloud up in the skies.
M-emories
A-utomatically
R-eturn
I-nto
T-he
E-cho's
S-ilence
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Marites Regis)
I moved out of our house
everyone sees me on the street
I'm not homeless
My home is gone
I wait everyday outside where we met
Just in case you come back
You'll know where I'm at
There's no home without you
Children never fake it!
True love comes from them
I've never seen
A child fake a smile
Whenever they laugh
It comes from their heart
Portraying their beautiful soul
Without pains or hidden intentions.
Children never fake it!!
With innocent
They emerge earth
Without sin
Imitating whatever
They see
Watching whatever we do
Doing more of what we do than what we teach.
Children never fake it!!!
I've never seen
A child fake love
Whoever they love
Unconditional love they gives
Loving without intentions or reasons
Even when you beat them,
They always come back running to you for a hug.
They came back for me.
Not right away, but a week goes by fast when,
You have magazines and windows.
Write with crayons, and don’t stay up too late.
Stay up late, and write on the walls.
They carried another person away.
They came back for me, they came back for me…
On day two, one of my crayons got too short to use.
And they told me that’s what hospitals do.
They give you something.
Then it disappears slowly.
They came back for me last night.
The car ride back.
We ate dinner.
I can only sleep if I’m alone in my room.
When you have a roommate, it’s hard.
When you’re back?
It’s even worse than all the sludge that would come from the drains sometimes.
They came back for me two months ago.
I go outside sometimes.
Sometimes, I remember.
They could have come back after day one.
They should have.
I think of my roommate sometimes.
And wonder if anyone came back for her.
Those gifted with wisdom and cleverness
Come share with me your empathy
In selling my troubles I need some success
Pay a little attention currency
Tell me where to find the spiritual world
I suppose it is hidden too well
And I have to investigate somewhere beyond
The experiences one can tell
It was never my strong point, the keys to unknown
The secret knowledge, all this sort of thing
I’ve a vague suspicion that we never know
Why the winds had to change in the spring
Half-conscious, half out of mind all the time
I search how can we meet again
Come back, love, whatever the dress suits you fine
Hear my calls across time that was spent..
In the darkest nights,
Lost in your sights,
I lie down closing my eyes,
Just to recall memories so nice.
From our moments together
To how we knew each other
Every day,
Felt like the summers of May!
Those endless talks
And the moon walks
Days passed by,
And the life lived is now just a sigh!
Oh! How I long to have you again
Could you touch and see that pain!
For reasons I know not,
You company I've always sought.
I may not be the best for you
But, I really wanted to!
If dreams were true
I want to see only you
The chair across the table is vacant,
The seat beside me on the swing is still not taken.
It is never too late
To come back and relate
I promise to love like never before!
Hold your hand tight when the tide hits the shore
With eyes peeping out the window
And legs standing near the door
Keeping that heart beat only to see thee
So come back my love, come back to me!
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