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A light from the sky, no one knows the source.
Shines the invisible path of your life but can you stay the course?
There is bad and there is good but that choice is yours.
A clean life costs so much in a world of broken laws.
History tells of the lives of people who’s dreams were broken and taken by force.
History tells of the lives of these people who found ways to open all those bolted, locked and closed doors.
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I usually hate blue eyes - sharp and cold.
Why I fell into yours, couldn’t be told.
This web we are now both in,
Shouldn’t, but it does, feel like a sin.
I desire nothing more than your hand to hold.
The history will last like gold,
And memories will forever be told.
Meeting you was my biggest win.
I usually hate blue eyes.
I will remember your touch until I get old;
My love for you will never be sold.
Now I have to store my feelings in a bin,
Or maybe wash them down with some gin.
Falling in love with you felt so bold,
I usually hate blue eyes.
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Nikola Tesla came to America in the 1880's to work with Thomas Edison,
a lot of his brilliant ideas getting patented by others who had a bank run,
today being the anniversary of his dying poor in a hotel in New York City,
a pioneer of a/c transmission and wireless technology he will always be a genius in history.
1-7-17
Addendum: Tesla was born in Croatia on 7-10-1856 and died in NY city on 1-7-1943.
Inventions:
A/C power transmission
Death ray machine
Fluorescent lights
Induction motor
Radio
Polyphase a/c system
Rotating magnetic field principle
Telephone repeater
Tesla coil transformer
Wireless communication
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Every day is a page
to write a new story
Every moment a stage
to act for God's glory
The pen is in God's hands
He inscribes what He will
The director demands
that we our parts fulfil
Am I willing to do
what He's written for me?
Surrender wholly to
Divine authority?
Yes, I'm His humble quill
composing by His grace
For His name's sake, I will
do whatever He says
A morning mystery
that gives so much delight
Will soon turn history
by the time it is night
But, for God when I write
it will stay eternal
When He's in the limelight
it'll prove the best journal.
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09.12.16
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It was a lovely day, for us to meet
A church full of history and ours is now part of it
A fine day sitting by your side
Looking at you at my very sight
Smiling at me, but with gazed
With all what you see as you amazed
Wondering if all of this was real
Pinching your skin, to wake you up
Chorus:
Because I’m real, baby
Pinch me over too, so you’ll believe
I’m real baby, I am here now standing next to you
Coming closer and ready to be a part of you,
It’s our first time to hold hands
A first time to smell each others scent
A first kiss that makes my day
Sweetest kiss I’ve ever tasted
Smile my baby, because I’m here
Hugging you tightly, because I’m real
Pinching your cheek makes me crazy
To prove that we aren’t in fantasy…
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In the outskirts of London,
a queen started
without a crown.
Born again after
be born in another country.
Slave of himself
and the circunstances.
Knowing about his jewel,
his pride made him dream.
Refused by his origins,
he tried to hid them.
His teeth weren't straight,
he suffered inside.
A unique voice
in the smoky places,
low neighbourhoods,
trying to be heard.
A queen without a crown,
came out to life.
A queen was born again,
he sang the best rock songs.
He was alive, rich and famous.
Lost in the fame, he lost his
crown.
She or he never been encountered.
After all the way he made,
fighting for a crown,
he left with the crown,
being a queen and a big
place in history.
His remarkable moustache,
his songs, his crazy personality.
An inmortal queen close forever to us.
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For what is it we find, what is it we feel?
When in the world of men the lie means so much
more than the truth we need to heal
For what burned and poisoned lands lie dormant
in their yields?
When the promises of men stray like wisps of
wind in the valleys and over the fields
For what truth is left to find in a world of deceitful
deeds?
Has man lost his will to drive a stake through evil
when light shows where evil is concealed?
For what is it we need? Has humanity lost its path
because of selfishness and power greed?
Under the bright light of the moon do we choose not
to hear history scream in our coldest darkest dreams?
For what is it you want, do you think it’s the same
as me?
For your children to live a life where the lives they
have are theirs and the dreams they have are free?
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I remember your childlike enthusiasm,
when you presented the bracelet to me.
I smiled at your innocence,
I cried at your benevolence.
It wasn't made of gold or silver,
yet it had a faint glimmer.
It was the most precious thing I had ever beheld,
As I fastened it around my wrist my search for love finally quelled.
As the days passed we grew apart,
our story ended with you walking away with a piece of my heart.
This bracelet reminisced me of our history,
the happy moments that are forever etched in my memory
Its not just an ornament but a symbol of love,
A love pure and innocent.
A love so candour free from any judgement.
I remember your smile,I remember you.
I was a parched dessert plant and you became my morning dew.
Date :15/03/2021
Contest: I remember poetry contest
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
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We've been weighing on my mind.
I'm sorry for my conflicting ways.
I have many layers to my emotions,
some I choose to listen to which end up betraying me.
I was disheveled, when you walked into
my story when things were extremely stormy.
The smile & laugh, which had quit eluded me,
came floating back within me.
It made me smile to know someone could still bring them back
to me.
That maze of which we spoke,
has many winding ways.
Way which lead to many places,
which most people do not stay.
Somehow though, I don't know why,
there is no spark within me.
We do, however, have a key,
the key to smiles & laughter.
After we began to talk I could see how you began to shine.
The many smiles, in that small time, should not become history,
for our friendship could be something great, but now is rather grey.
I understand if you decide
to leave our laughs and friendship behind.
Just do not leave me in the dark, to try and solve the mystery.
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These times we know are saddening. These times we know are hard.
Our faith in life is being attacked and it will leave a permanent scar.
Our minds are crying for what we’ve lost and what we’ve had taken away.
Our ancestors fought and died for our democracy and payed with so much loss. A debt that we will never be able to repay.
Their blood was spilled in the hope that for the sake of humanity we could find a and live together in a better way.
New horizons inspire deeper depths for learning and understanding in so many different ways.
The history of life echoes a recurring warning to each and every single one of us, every single day...
Open minds create mankind’s most beautiful desires and thoughts and challenge us to find and live in more harmonious ways.
Closed minds contain the fuel of hate and create a cold dead space of lost, unchartered ways.
It’s down to us to take each other by the hand and to learn from mankind’s mistakes.
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I walked inside my burning home,
Gave him a second chance.
Where even the welcoming doormat now,
frowned upon my glance.
Broken glass, a shattered sea,
Hopes and light that blinded me.
It was a fire wild, I mistook for fairy light’s gleam,
Oh, how ignorant I was in my day dream.
The doorknob jammed; banging was heard; desperate demanding now turned into a plea!
History to repeat itself, time's cruel decree.
Steps I took, a journey in vain,
Plotting my doom, trading in myself for endless pain.
The place we laughed I cherished,
Thereafter life turned nightmarished.
Where I thought memories sat,
In that same blazing smoke, all my hopes fell flat.
Rebuild darling! I tried; to regain what once was dear,
But destiny's hand, a circle of life I fear.
A known’s shove back into the fiery pyre,
I rose again, this time no quenched desire.
Realisation dawned upon me,
No soul can be sought twice in a body free.
A burning house, not home, alas I see,
Illusions shattered, not me but at least my darling daughter was set free.
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With his wisdom and my charisma, we shoot strong magnetism.
To be his girl is simply magnetic phenomena.
His love is instrumental loving me without words, reassurances me that I can be his girl.
I do not need to travel the world; I already know that he is the one I am looking for.
Interventions of my heart and his mind, is a love affair that is one of a kind.
My felicity I draw off his mentality.
His pleasing quality makes me love his intellectual capabilities.
I am guilty committing felonies strictly on fidelity, showing nothing but loyalty.
Everlasting fiery no other man can come near me, my flame burns internally literally.
Influence by his charm, as if I was a vampire feeding off his blood.
To be his girl is a translation of my version of his love.
In a state of adaptation I am in compliance, we form an alliance.
Merging our personalities turns me to an unstoppable we.
To be his girl I turn into every woman in the world.
The best of both worlds the collaboration of boy meets girl.
Abundance in his talent possessing riches, loving me wealthy never turning to bankruptcy.
I am definitely making history on the day he marries me.
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Right about now the pains gonna start cause you went home and were always apart. I can't say i love you i haven't known you long but when i'm around you i can feel it the feeling gets so strong.
I don't know what to say please tell me right now can i say i love you will you show me how i'll give you anything and tis you will see all you have to do is stop living a mystery.
The rain is falling right now and i have no one to hold it's ripping my heart inside and the blood is drowning my soul fearfully i sit hear waiting for this to stop still waiting stuburnly even knowing its not.
I don't know what to say please tell me right now can i say i want you will you show me how i'll give you anything and this you will see all you have to do is stop living a mystery and come home baby come home to me.
the sun shines so bright yet i feel i might loose this fight this may be the one the very last night i can't get to you and god know's i have tried with all of my might
I wish you would come home we have so many memories so much more making of history if you stop living this mystery long lonly mystery thats misery
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Unkosi Rholihlahla Mandela,
born into the Madiba clan in the village of Qunu
grow up in Mvezo in Umtata,Transkei
Dalibhunga, the prince of the Tembu tribe
son of umama Nonqaphi Nosekeni
son of Nkosi Hendry Mphakanyiswa Gadla Mandela
father of South African freedom
ward of Chief Jongintaba Dalindyebo
at the Great Place in Mqhekezweni
acting regent of the Thembu nation
boy from the Thembu royal homestead
icon of peace and justice.
sun that rises in the grim atmosphere
commander-in-chief of Umkhonto we Sizwe
dedicated himself to the struggle of the African people
South Africa’s greatest son
the greatest leader of our time
the giant of the South African history
the Son of Africa’s children
uBawomkhulu,
the man who pioneered the new patriotism in this unique country
the principal of his destiny
the commander of his soul
he represented hope and freedom
through his dignity, through his triumph, he inspired millions
the father of our nation
He who will live on in the hearts & minds of people throughout the world
the one who cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society
he who taught us reconciliation
he who embraced his enemies
one of the brightest lights of our world has gone out
a great tree has fallen
the son of a Tembu tribal chieftain is gone
Siyakuhlonipha
Tata Sizokukhumbula
Hamba kahle Tata!
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The best of us don't impress us anymore
They think they have arrived
Their ego is obvious
They believe they are superior
So isolation is never absent
In their dealing with us
We are lesser human
So many of them say
Just because they accumulate
Alot of paper wealth
Now we look so small
Just because they can now
Speak with the hunters
Dine and shake hands with them
Now their own looks like mere ant
Before their eyes
They turned their back
On the street
They turn down their cultural values
Just because they got western education
They turn down their youth
Just Because they own
Alot of paper wealth
The rest of us is now just
A fool to their eyes
The best of us don't impress us anymore
Instead of moral values
They chose to show off
They don't influence our
Youths to a positive vibes
Of inspiration
Their life style produce
Alot of hard core desperate youth
Ready to make it quick by
Every means posible
Our best influence is so high
But at what cost
Cos our youth are harden this days
They are far to see what is at their doorstep
No one is saying our history no more
No one is pulling the youth back
To the value of our culture no more
No wonder their minds are empty
With evil
Money is all they want
The rest dont matter
Even if it takes to kill anyone
What a generation
I bleed yes I bleed
For my generation
Yes I know we are not meant
To be this mentally devalued
Yes I know who we are
And because I know this
It hurt my soul that
The best of us don't impress us anymore
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As eighth month of the year
both within Gregorian and predecessor,
the Julian calendar, where
said month originally
named Sextilis in Latin
since averred month ranked sixth
in ancient Roman calendar veer
really changed to August in honor
of Augustus Caesar
pinpointed eight Earthly
steeplechased rendezvous roundabouts
clocking viii sun danced orbitz
thru metaphorical solar turnstile,
sans common era there
after retaining a trace
of antiquity doth square
lee tug at mine olde ink
quiz hit heave egghead noggin
heady curiosity shoppe,
asper how lunar place name
linkedin as rare historical tidbit
thus, when at a loss,
what to write poem about
an unexpected brainstorm
found me not to doubt
Google when literary eureka
came to this lout
(only I own license to debase self)
just on the verge,
and ready to pout
fearing writer's block
as if creative juice
yielded nary a drop from thine figurative
fountain oft times
gushing water spout.
As a poetic foot note, aye
frequently ponder about
millenniums gone by,
and peoples, who
dotted with graveyards
of lovely bones after they did die
the four corners of the globe,
this twenty first century
chap doth espy
harem there, a debauched prurient
hot pocket of mankind
(woman too of course)
begetting, fostering, mothering
ancestors of this guy
retaining genetic characteristics
that got pooled watering
survival of the fittest well nigh.
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I write this piece for no one to see,
For iam to coward to admit what I feel
Pain, a heartache so deep it leaves me craving for something I told myself to never crave for again,
Iam back to square one, only this time I don’t mind it,
Acceptance is key they said, well it’s harder done than said,
I told myself, one last man, one last love,
And if it doesn’t work out, then move on to no other guy,
Embrace the pain and be one,
One problem though, this pain hits different,
It’s pathetic really, looking at me in the mirror and whispering to myself “ pretty hurts doesn’t it”
I have no energy left in me,
I have been stripped off my heart, left open to be stepped on like a stray dog,
It does hurt, a little bit more than it was supposed to,
But it’s a lesson learnt, those sweet words are savage,
Summary, he got what he wanted of me, it hurts doesn’t it,
Being used like toilet paper, but in all honesty I expected it,
It’s a history iam well educated in, its a love affair iam too familiar with since inception,
It’s time to stay in my lane I guess,
Pluck out those emotions, roll a funeral for them, and bury them deep and far it will be too hard to reach them in case someone else comes my way,
Actually make it too lazy to reach them,
Iam tired of wishful hoping that love will finally come my way,
I need to understand that iam just a phase, nothing permanent,
Iam the girl that comes to love you,
Though iam guessing it’s never enough love,
Because they still walk out the door,
I need to know my place,
And understand you can’t have it all,
A pretty girl is all you will ever be to a man,
Rest assured that’s his only desire??
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Enticed by his faceted aspects
Political points show his honour
Policies opposed, David contests
Left wing woke folk admonished
Rawness of broad topics examined
Cowboy stories of recent history
Scenarios derived from within
Issues which play contemporary
David flavoured, his firm essence
Infuses my little with his lot
I honestly struggle to explain this
... never missed what I don't got
.. A man who won't take crap
Shallow hits roll off his jaw
My bull wouldn't just lapse -
He'd bleed it dry, peace restored
Faceless man tells me myriads
Written by unwavered conviction
Marathon stamina poem olympian
I, willing victim to his inflictions
Dreaming of David, strange concept
- exclusive, by myself for eight years
It's a choice to remain alone, heart kept
Relic packed away, oddly he endears
Hard nosed refusal to enter this century
Old school stance pings my deepest vibe
Unreasonable, how much it means to me
To absorb the jib of David 's scribe
Around three years his senior
In virus time, located overseas
I fixate on his strong demeanour
In lurid choc chip fantasies
12th September 2020
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He says he loves me then he says he loves me not
He loves me today but by tomorrow I'm forgot
He runs from my love but returns wanting more
I guess I'm to blame for letting the traveler explore,
See travellers just wander and are never here to stay
They admire the scenery and enjoy the display
They tour the land and ride the attractions
So memories become their only subtractions,
They search for an experience that is what they yearn
The condition once they leave is none of their concern!
So how can the land be devoted and true
When travellers come and go out of the blue.
The present is now and where he's travelled to,
But the past he calls home so he must return soon
Most likely just a visit although time can only tell,
But what he lusts is in this land and he knows it very well
He may call that place home but its this land that he seeks
Travellers on a mission never realize until they hit their peek
He continues to damage this land down to its core
So what's left to offer when their is nothing left in store?
The resources were depleted and the land left bare
He comes and goes as he pleases it doesn't seem fair;
See this land has been abused time and time again
Seeds that were planted, were means to an end
But pleasure and satisfaction was always accomplished
Because this land provided where the homeland was disadvantaged!
But despite the history and despite the trust
Submit to his urges is something he must.
So this time around his departure is permanent
Lack of faith and loyalty was the final determinant.
The damage he caused cannot be rendered,
So his visitation rights he has surrendered!
So leave this land I say and never look back
This is the path you chose I hope you can stay on track,
Cause travellers have memories of the lands they have stained
But the land only remembers the one that remained!
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Guns on the rise Hero's fall
The preacher man ask me never to curse a thing
I replied not if I have to curse one day
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
The day gun was made
Worth a curse
A fast way to end a life
Is not worth a Praise
For all this shooting
All this killings on before
Our eyes say how much
Evil was of that day
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
One man up
Another man down
Always a human minus
A Gun rule
brutal display of no moral sense
An object of devaluation
It made day I wish to curse
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
One man meat is
Another mans Poising
What a day I wish to curse
For this object is a morden
vampire on the hands of our
Morden empires
So now you see
Some people now falling
So some other people raising
In power
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
Right in front of our eyes
The brave fall
Right in front of our eyes
Our prophets are devour
Who runs this cold world
For either they are not human
Or far from being human
For the red stains of the innocents
Makes that day I wish to curse
A day not worth a praise
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
My ancestors was murdered
Brutally by this object called gun
History is a with ness to this
Till now some where out there
May be now while I still write in peace
Some one is down again by this object
May be tomorrow again
Will be another gunshot
Hmmm......what a day
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
I wonder if a gunman prays
I wonder what God he knows
I wonder how a gunman sleeps
At night
I wonder who is his best friend
For this life's gone by so fast
Time after time
Makes me answer to the preacher man
Saying if I was to curse a day
It will be the gun day
For our Hero's are right in
Front of our eyes murdered by
This guns!
Still it goes on and on and on.
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People always claim to have knowledge on ADHD,
but they lie,
I know this because factual knowledge is hard to come by.
Kids are not told of the greats of history,
that shaped our evolution and had ADHD.
People are embarrassed when diagnosed and think life unkind,
but they wouldn't if they knew they were like Einstein.
Some keep it hidden and cannot be open,
but they wouldn't if they knew they were like Beethoven.
For some it hurts and they think themselves ill,
but they wouldn't if they knew they were like Churchill.
Some take it to heart most depressively,
but they are just like Mozart and Elvis Pressley.
Some think it's a curse that limits them,
but they wouldn't if they knew they were like Edison.
Some get upset and ask what is the matter with me,
they wouldn't if they knew they were like Walt Disney.
People should think of ADHD in a gallant way,
because Da Vinci and Galileo had it in their day.
ADHD is a thing that could see you join legends,
like George Washington or John Lennon.
With ADHD they say you cannot concentrate,
try telling that to Branson or Bill Gates.
People think ADHD brains wont shift through the gears,
but ADHD brains have Will Smith and Britney Spears.
ADHD shouldn't fill a kid with doubt,
one day it could be a good thing that you stand out.
Don't let it haunt them,
they're like Stephen Hawking,
don't let it rob them of will,
they're like Robin Williams,
don't let them stop caring,
they're like Jim Carrey,
just let them know in their mistakes,
they're like Justin Timberlake.
To have ADHD is ok,
you're like JFK.
Having ADHD alone won't create success or mean you do well,
but if you work hard and keep going you too can be skilled.
I know how it makes you feel but you're in an elite crowd,
so forget all the stigma, be like me, and be, ADHD proud.
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Each new day, my imperfections are on display,
I'm not perfect, but I'm here to stay,
I get jealous even after telling you that am cool with it,
I preach communication but l go silent when am in pain,
With depression overclouding me,
Loosing several days of memories with this heart that is ten times softer than yours,
I start endless fights with you because am not perfect,
I make mistakes, l make errors, l flop because am not perfect,
I got no smooth lines, no long texts to impress you with because am just not perfect,
I can be territorial, that’s true, even jealous I guess,
Bedtime anger, scars from the past, which some created fears that might never perish,
I will slide in your DM, seeking connection, annoying, and boring you because am not perfect,
I always leave space for the worst, expecting history to repeat itself because am just not flawless,
I will questions once,twice,thrice,even ten times because once is just not enough for an overthinker person like me,
Every tiniest change is big enough to make me feel less of a woman because l just need assurance,
As much as l expect the worst, l expect inner-felt love, instant replies, random texts, long hugs,cuddles,night walks,open love because a little distance makes me worry too much,
I would even be jealous of those who have been there before me, because am just being insecure,
l wanna see your mom, your sister, your friends even your Ex’s because am just too curious to think l fit in,
I cry at every tiniest argument we get into, l overthink, l become moody, l worry too much, l over-express myself, l do too much because am just not a perfect,
I can be irritating sometimes, squeezing myself in your arms, sitting on your laps, sleeping ontop of you because close is never close enough for an imperfect person like me,
Am so flawed, but I'll put in work for you.
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Sometimes, I wish I am a man
For if I want to win a heart
I will do everything I can
To be with the person, I love
I will talk to her about anything and everything under the sun
I will show her my day to day growing interest
I will show this every now and then
So long as her peace, I will not disturb
If she does not reply, I will leave a message
I will call her for sometime: a minute or two
I will show her I am concerned
I will let her see I care
I will try to befriend her
Know openly her goals and dreams
I will let her feel that with those she said
I am willing to be a part of it
No rules or custom shall stop me to show
If she rich, I must strive hard than before
I must let her know, I am someone dependable
I am someone diligent and truly responsible
I will let her be my one and only
That, I am someone who is faithful
Even if she has a lot of suitors
I will not compete with anyone but myself
I must let her see I am all that she's looking for
I will be determined and will pursue her
Give her flowers if I can; Give her any gift if I can
But with each gift, I'll touch it with some personal me
To make her remember me, That even though I bought
It is specially for her, a part of me is included in it
I will let her see my persistence and sincerity
If she is too hard still,I will try to get closer with persons close to her
To her family, her friends and even colleagues at work
If they will see me good to her, I hope they will be my bridge to her
I hope they will all the more make me shine to her
I hope if ever I win them, so her heart and yes I will win
If she has been hurt before,I will let her see am not there to hurt more
Instead, I am there to help, to restore and to heal any hurts
If in any event it was inevitable that I hurt her, I will again win her back
For I do not want to lose her, I would rather be the one hurting than her
I will focus on the day I met her, for I want to be her present and future
Whatever was her in the past, I will lay it rest and be gone history
That even if past the years, age touch us physically and emotionally
I will stand steadfastly on her side for as long as God will permit
I will ask fervently for God's blessing and grace
Sensitive enough and with her happiness as my priority
With all these, I believe no heart is so hard and cold
That it can not be moved, That it can never even feel
Lastly, I will not make any promises
Just I will do, I will do
by:
olive_eloi
11:56 am
02/16/2014
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Reflections on the important things in my legacy, history, and values appear with me were always reading books since I was 5 or six years old sitting in the dim light of my mom's house in a corner in love with the dictionary comparing words that made me laugh sometimes giggles came out in secret knowledge of the book I read but still most of the times loving to marry words to each other for I am a romantic being so into romance my first love at six years old were the once upon a time and the prince saving the princess the knight in shiny armor and the save the prince that was turned into a frog and kiss the frog that the witch bewitched so to turn him back into a man and save the kingdom my first kiss of love! And modern romance I love very much but back to the frog the prince my thoughts I had were that the prince would most likely if waiting on my kiss he just might remain a frog for the rest of his life my God the tears flowed sorry I am getting emotional
I cried when I heard that story and fell on my dramaticaly face please do not let my prince be turned into a frog because I can not kiss a frog my Lord I am only six years old please hear my prayer. Still, these things do run deep when I was in medical tech school training to be a surgical technician I asked some questions and was told I would have to cut open a frog as one of the requirements even though I would only be sterilizing the instruments in my profession I went home to my apartment and started crying and changed my career the next day to communications in the back of my mind I was thinking the same thoughts about the six years old story. Still, now I may kill the prince and never rule our kingdom together loving my happy ever after with my lord I took no chances excellent student or not my once upon a time story anyhow my work is published with four hundred and ninety-nine great writers my page number is three hundred and ninety-nine is not God on time. so congratulations to a beginning publisher added to my other names or accomplishments all I can say is My God, My Lord, what do you have for me next my Lord get me ready for the love and excitement you bring with each finished project I complete because all of this came and comes with much pain and pulling away for those that could not understand the mission and supernatural determinations legacy blessings can save the next generation when I am no more and you and you thanks for listening love always remember this is a once upon a time.!
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