God you are the smartest, you take it all away, only to turn our head and make us see the light.
God thank you for all the time you give us to make our life shine bright, thank you for all the times we fell we learned lots of lessons, and got some bruises too.
God thank you for giving us a chance to get back up and make amends.
God we are trying to follow good ways, please don’t give up on us, we will pray and work to make you proud.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Future fakes are everywhere, they are contacting us from afar.
Future fakes want our all, our life, our money, our names, and more.
Future fakes, are tricky, they can steal your life, your money, your name, maybe even steal your face with a mask.
Fakes are people, that are working night and day, to steal your everything and make you sad.
Fakes are haters, haters of truth, of life, of all the things that are right.
Fakes are working to destroy, to make your life a living hell, like a storm that brews, they work and work to create a storm that will be like hell.
Fakes are everywhere, they try to make you a slave, to harm you and make you live a life of shame.
Fakes are people who like chaos they use their time and energy to make a mess, they like to divide, to spread hate, to cause fear, and make you never sleep.
Fakes are about so beware, and take care, be slow to trust, and move like a mouse, slow and cautious all through your life.
We ask God today to remove all the evil, the fakes, the ones that want to harm us, to let them go and live their way, far and far away from all of us.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Depend on yourself, for all your needs, never put all of yourself at the need of someone else.
Some depend on others, letting us not have choices, leading us to make choices that are not are own.
Make your own choices, love yourself, grow, and depend on number one, that is yourself.
Depend on you, grow, learn and make it all true, so you never become blue, and have to live a life of untrue.
Depend on your mistakes, they will lead you to learn, they will lead you to try again and again so you will become a pro on making yourself happy and live a life of calm without any storms.
Storms may come but with all storms, you will learn how to pick up the pieces and carry on.
Maybe some of life will be come hard, but if you depend on others, you will never learn how to depend on yourself in life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
In life, everybody
Has a story
To tell
Anyone
can go fast
in the straights
Winners
go fast
— in the turns
(2)
Real racers
race
Everyone else
— just talks
(3)
At the sight
of blood
Your foot
— goes to the floor
(4)
The last lap
may have been finished
But the race
— is never over
(5)
Pit stops ...
the key
to victory
— or defeat
(6)
Trophies
are for cases
Speed
— is for life
(7)
When nothing
is working
— go faster
(Memories Of Ayrton: March, 2026)
Life is unpredictable,
Reality is unacceptable.
Truth is worthy,
Deception is dirty.
Mercy is greate,
Cruelty will give bad state.
Discipline is important,
Laxity can make your life rotten.
Kindness is being gental,
Rudeness is not sendimental.
Honesty is best policy,
Being deceit is a great folly.
Glory comes to those,
who try living life with open thoughts.
So choose wisely everyday,
and make your life a better way.
Let's a unite hands in hand for a brighter and a kinder land.
Every wonder where they come from?
I’m just glad that I still get some.
Sometimes they’re pleasant and seem good,
sometimes vague and misunderstood.
At times they’re funny or bizarre,
like riding on a shooting star.
Often it seems they’re teaching me,
past life lessons I didn’t see.
Sometimes one seems like dejavu,
in another time I was you.
Then there was one, I wasn’t a man,
my whole body was made of sand.
Dreams are intriguing, so much fun.
Recurring dreams are never done.
I carry a war inside me —
no guns, no blood, no trenches —
just the heavy silence that screams,
that crawls under my ribs
and digs like a thief in the night.
They see me smiling,
a painted mask, a borrowed script,
never the wild, tangled mess beneath —
the dark roots of despair twisting
around my broken bones.
I am the woman who wakes up twice a day,
once in sleep’s soft arms,
once in the cold battlefield of my mind,
where memories explode like landmines,
where joy is a stranger and pain,
a relentless lover who never leaves.
You ask me what’s wrong?
As if you could hold this hurricane
in your gentle hands,
as if your words could stop the bleeding.
But there is no bleeding to be seen,
only the invisible wounds —
the weight of hollow mornings,
the breath held too long,
the echo of a scream
trapped in a locked cage.
I want to scream.
I want to burn down this house
that holds me prisoner.
But I smile.
I live.
I survive.
Because in this war —
the invisible war —
my soul is the battlefield
and hope, the only weapon.
If hearts were sold in the market,
People would stand in queue
Fighting for buying the good one
Without realising that
the best in the world is inside them.
-Thaqiya/lazybirdnest
Cosmic dance
With a shooting star flow
Hear the heart beats from the galaxies
surrounding us both
This is a one of a kind,
Outta this universe typa love
Can only be created & felt by us
Skipping past the black holes
Like we ain't know
That they could swallow us whole
Blinded by a dying star
Exploding every color
We know--so far
This lifetime ain't nothin
Compared to what we bouta
Experience & see
Can't even imagine how
Mind blowing it's guna be
About to really learn & know
The true definition of FREE
leaving behind these human vessels
& simplified versions of our minds
Slidin down Saturn's rings
Into a burst of colors & lights
This is the most amazing trip
To our souls next life
Can really feel every color in sight
Like an acid trip without the LSD
Letting go completely
As the universe takes the lead
Floating into the vast nothingness
Of everything we were allowed to remember this time
Soul intertwined with soul
Hearts combined
There is no longer a need for earth's time
Experienced & learned what we
Needed to know ..
..now we get to find our own sublime
A symphony’s no symphony if it is never heard
A poem is no poem at all if it contains no word
A rainy day’s a rainy day unless it brings some joy
A prized possession’s valueless if treated as a toy
A summer is not summer if winter frosts still fall
A bitter heart’s no blessing for it is closed to all
A vintage wine’s no wine to drink without a good bouquet
A love that life has brought to grief must wait another day
A harbour is no harbour if it is open sea
A promise is no promise if not kept faithfully
Lessons you don’t expect are the best kind
Like broken bones and hearts
But also, even better
The kind of things small children teach
Things like appreciation of now
And play and unbridled enthusiasm
For what can be
Just around the corner
Because, you know, we all deserve
The best life we can have
Including broken bones and hearts,
What waits around that corner,
And whatever is always, only here and now.
(11/29/24)
The Honest Man
The man who seeks then speaks truth
Tends to receive abuse
From others who simply don't understand
An honest man’s point of view.
But in all reality,
When people aren’t honest with themselves or others,
The truth will, unfortunately, make a person feel smothered.
What is meant by smothered is going into defense mode,
A zone where it’s now hard to communicate
In any rational way with each other.
The honest man is many times patient
To the point that he feels he’s receiving pure hatred,
Because dishonest people feel that when they learn, they also somehow lose,
Not understanding that learning is the key that leads to truth.
Needing to remember that if I lean on them and they lean on you,
We will become stronger and smarter as a group.
Why is the sky blue? Asked Jimmy
Fantastic question!
Why indeed?
Why did The Creator
Whether God or Science or a Scientific God
Choose blue
Instead of forest green, pale yellow, or maroon?
Is it because the day seems cheerier
The world brighter
The people friendlier
Due to the color overhead?
A Mount Everest of evidence shows
Humans are happier
Outside
Under the blue.
So, why do we equate blue with sadness?
Certainly, blueberries are one of the most congenial of the berries
And Superman always dazzles in blue.
However, I suppose not all blues are the same.
Midnight blue is complex in color and to contemplate.
Almost all have gazed hypnotically into its majestic fluidity.
Many onlookers discovered hidden inspiration and birth.
But, some couldn’t see past darkness and conclusion.
Blue, sky blue, and midnight blue
Among those shades lies many lessons
Including the fragility of stereotypes and prejudice.
What’s that Jimmy?
You only need an explanation to relay to science class?
Oh.
Sky color derives from air molecules and wavelengths of sunlight.
Is that the answer you’re seeking son?
The crossroads of life
Help develop a sense of purpose
On what really matters the most
Time is now
The most precious moments are you still here
Balancing a day of love and happiness
That holds dear to your heart
Only to disappear
The moment time passes you by
Having regrets
Only to spurn them into your own path
Leading you into a better place
Forgiving your own soul
Understanding the pain and suffering
Forging the truth of your past
Showing you how much you have changed
Knowing you are not alone
Helping others to make better decisions
Choosing what is most important
Giving us all more time
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