Holding rage in a cage,
I engage in the battle,
It rattles my inner space.
Emotions chase away the peace,
The beast is released,
The energy is peeking.
I'm tweeking out,
All I can do is shout,
Doubt and fear is all I hear.
I can't see clear,
Veering into the dark,
My spark grows dim.
Fighting him to get free,
I fumble around for the key,
While the energy envelopes me.
Rage helps develope me,
Into a being that can hold weight,
Caging the want to hate.
Feeling how I vibrate,
A warning of my mental state,
I know rage is at the gate.
Using the key I open the gate,
Now as a team we can operate,
Creating chaos to weather.
We're a dangerous tether,
It's with me forever,
It never meant to take control,
It was only the soul,
Seeking to be whole.
In the game of football, one may be
called for an infraction by the toss of a flag.
In basketball, there are whistles and 24 seconds to shoot.
In the sport of boxing, there is a clock and bell.
When I was a child, there was a game called 'marbles'.
In the game of marbles, initially, there was a line toward which each player tossed a marble to determine the first
to shoot his marble. There was an advantage to being the first shooter.
In the game of life, there are advantages and disadvantages, clocks, bells, flags, lines, and
Whistles. We are challenged by them. By them,
we may win or lose; grow and develope or
complain and allow them to control us.
2025.03.06
Dear God,
I humbly kneeled in front of you.
Please blessed and protected me.
I have lived many years,
Why did I develope this feelings?
To someone who had heart of coals.
I wished I could resolve and remove,
All the emotional pain,
And stick to my single life's plan.
Tomorrow will be another day again,
From sun rises to sun sets.
All I want is to remember how to forget,
That would be the best solution.
Time will pass and heal all wounds.
But how soon, indeed how soon.
There was a saying in one of my language,
To an old husband, young wife was liked heaven.
To an old wife, young husband meant payments.
Amen.
Troi cao co thau,
Cuoi xin nguoi ban phuoc cho doi con.
Qua bao tuoi doi.
Moi gap duoc nguoi minh men yeu.
Thuong nho yeu chieu.
Nho nhung doan truong xot da,
Uoc gi co the to ra,
Dem long nho thuong nguoi dan nuoc la,
Roi thoi gian cung se troi qua
Moi tinh lan dan suot cuot doi ta.
Trot yeu nguoi khong yeu minh
Chi la gay dan cuoc tinh gian do.
Yeu chi cho kho doi ta.
Co le minh pham kiep dao hoa.
Co ngay no se troi qua
De duoc song mot minh thoi tha.
Chong gia vo tre la tien
Chong tre vo gia la tien bo ra
Loudly voices do not reach but roughly you never listened to any speech.
So, if we would ever meet again, the street will me neat, so won't i.
Even the tiptoes won't Hit the ground, nils'hoes will get rid of it won't they?
How mold May develope over time, you have crossed the line.
So here we are my heart roasted, you always posted, it later frosted and when my eyes meet yours, they will stay ghosted.
Why do men have nipples I wonder
Serving no purpose, their survival's a blunder
Becomes quite confusing
Coz each sex's developing
But they develope later in equal numbers
You both my sweet heart,
Always loved me apart,
Really you shine like a star,
Which always reminds me the smile of art,
Whenever I am leaving for a long depart.
You both my sweet heart,
Trained me really hard, to live smart,
Now I am feeling alone,
Just because your love left me apart,
I really regret, why I am at a long depart!
You both my sweet heart,
Why did you always scolded, always shouted,
I cried, I screamed and suddenly thought,
Soon the answer comes out,
You both just wanted me to develope and make that mistake get out!
You both my sweet heart,
You worked really hard,
Wherever I am there,
Wherever I am standing here,
Is just because you my love.
You my mom,
You my dad,
Who is the third one to be my sweet heart,
I love you! I miss you!
And really want to leave this long depart for you.
I know many who travel
To find themselves
I know many who
Are on a journey
Of self discovery
They’ve travelled
This who globe
Met many different
People and cultures
Yet still feel there is
A hole in their being
That they can’t fill.
Truth is what they seek
It’s within themselves
But they are so focused
On the external aspects of life
They fail to have develope
An untrained understanding
Or a knowledge of inner self
And introspection
Without any judgement
But spending time
In self reflection and self love.
Intimacy,s not ours.
It has some wings.
Birds bees flowers.
Mans favorite things.
Its neither hers.
So were untaught.
With dry-dough crowns.
Cannot be bought.
Within the heart true love stirs.
We hope it lingers.
Cannot be boxed .
By camera's fingers.
Pictures develope.
Drawing near.
What's this!
The subjects disappear.
Her crown rings.
Justices joy.
His crown works .
Truth to deploy.
Love can whisper once again.
Our embrace.
Well then!
I can see the sun shine on
flowers
Can't stop asking myself what is
power?
Is it the sun?the foresight of the
future?
The ability to feel the beauty of
nature
The control over our fellow
creatures
The fear of the creator
The ability to undestand our
mentor
To develope and to draw life's
contour
Oh! To be a political actor
For all these,wisdom is the
Motto.
Alas,how can I see her
Wisdom I seek but can't find
bear
Knowledge they say if you listen
you'll hear
How much can I listen when
understanding I desire
Can I apply wisdom and get
power?
The source of power is the
creator of solar
A life without flowers is no life
at all
Wisdom a precious flower in
love I fell
The foresight and the future
only God foretells
The knowledge of the creator is
real power I tell.
Author-TIMIPRE BRIFINI
" A picture captures a thousand words."
Looking through photographic memories of a time I don't recall. Wonder if these people and places even changed at all. History in polaroids develope before my eyes. Ancestors and places that seem so far away come rushing towards the present. I look at my photographs and wonder who will be holding them a hundred years from now, wondering of the stories that these pictures hold. Cherished are those days that the lens has captured. So magical the present that made these photo's be will soon be passed down and be part of our legacy. Looking through the lens of time we see where we started and where we will be.
Failure is an opportunity to try again
Luck teaches nothing and is no special friend
Failure teaches us to search from with in
Believing in luck is the worst kind of sin
For failure, Murphy's Law is a tool
Teaching perfection is a divine duty and rule
Failure teaches us to start from beginning
It's the small steps that start with our winning
Learn from those who failed before
Develope a strategy find ways to score
Allways rely on maps, tables and plans
They are the prophecy of failure in hand
Teach the importance that we pass test
Failure is the father of Perfection
Persistance, faith and wisdom teach the lessons
For every failure there is away to grow
For every great task, there's the right way to go
The hope is high,
The mind of our nation is in sight,
Words of few ignite,
Our vision is dimm with fright,
My people, My blood, My friends, and the ones I love know not to to hear,
What we know is what to fear,
My forefathers grew this garden,
My grandfathers fought for this nation,
My father help develope this land,
My generation has no plan,
I speak my words of concern,
My family wonders what to become,
Why not all sit and chat,
Let our land be free at last.
im not sure if its healing or if ive simply learned to cope with the hole you left in my
soul...part of me feels guilty for trying to move on like im being unfaithful to my
heart..accepting this is it between us but holding on to hope that eventually we'll
regain the realationship we lost in pride..time seems to pass with out meaning and
ive lost track of my purpose here..friendship?ha! just another empty word used to
fill the title of this strange realationship weve come to develope..your words mean
nothing except everything to me,searching for your voice in the back of my
head,your face etched into my eye lids..ill never forget you.....
hot steamy cleansing
shower renew my whole strength
caressing drops touch
soapy sensual
moist steam warms my core until
wrinkles develope
impurity down
the dark drain hole into sludge
replenish the earth
As I sat and watched this dvd
I became ashamed for all humanity
The Dolphins were corraled into a cove
Where they were were stripped of their very souls
My stomach churned as the water became red
Not by kool aid, but what the Dolphins bled
Slaughtered one by one
By the spears of men from the land of the rising sun
All the 20,000 cries from the pain of these mammals as they were butchered for food and
profit
The sense of compassion for other living things, have we lost it
Money for some who are sold to shows such as Sea World
The rest are used for school food, mercury poisoning for every Japanese boy and girl
The show is called The Cove, watch it and take a stand
Stop the Dolphin slaughters in Taji Japan
This takes place each September, once again 20,000 more Dolphins will die
Many Governments will develope a greased palm blind eye
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