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Everything is working together, like the day and night work to make the world better.
Day shines its light, making our day shiny and lovely for us, night brings darkness and cool making us able to relax and fall asleep.
Green grows and cleans the earth, feeds the hungry, and makes us feel super good with just a glance.
Happiness makes our body feel wonderful, it gives us smiles that go on for hours, sadness can bring us down, but it feels cleansing when we let it out.
Everything works for a purpose, some good and some bad, we get to pick the side.
Everything has a need, a way, a want, some want to please themselves, some want to please God, some want to have it all.
Everything has a way, like a street that leads us to some place, we are so lucky to be here today, to have so many things that make our days better and better every day.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
I don’t need psychology in my life
The life of life is the way in my life
The way is full of darkness, light!
The way given, without any trash
The goal is the perfect soul, mind
This is not mine. It will be a gift of life
I can’t do it. I need the help of God!
Yes, I want to be better and better
Time to time, day to day. No block
But there is a block here in my life
The psychology, created by humans
My way is just the ancient principles
Always. The old texts, from the past
Psychology can not rule a pure life
Psychology can not rule a rich life
Psychology can not rule a human
Psychology is an industry. The profit
God's laws are the forever life. Ever
I want to live just with God’s words
No need for the teaching of psychology
I don’t need the English psychology
I want God’s words and Nature
Just
The Life
God
Everything
Build America, build big love, build happy, build all the things that make you happy.
Build America strong, proud, and great, making all our moments feel great.
Build America, with family, and friends, make our tomorrows better with each day we each work toward our dreams of America.
Build America, better and better, celebrating our 250th American anniversary of our country with a smile each day.
Build America with love, with care, with hope, and prayers to God each day.
Build America, and plant trees to make us breathe with clean and sweet air.
May God guide us in all our ways, and remove all that seek to harm us or lead us astray.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Her heart is nice like a holy baby
voice is sweeter than sweet
mind is open sky
under it's aegis glittering thoughts rest all the time
words she paints marvelous
golden ink she pours
with diamond nib
leaves no chance to stay bad
constructs good on the P.Soup's plinth
to the better and better to the best
inspires all the time
a very nice soul
May God bless her
May God Keep her happy
Praying for our lovely PD
HAPPY BIRTH DAY TO OUR LINDA
For PD's Contest
2017 comes to an end
I'm happy to be with my best friend
As you know her name is josette
The best friend a man could get
Loyal loving and great fun
Have a laugh in the rain or sun
My life my world she truly is
Now world you need to listen to this
On Christmas day she opened her prize
A diamond ring twinkled in her eyes
With a little note on the side
Will you marry me be my bride
With a tear shed in her eye
If she were Scottish she just said aye
But in English the words did flow
The answer world was not no
It was a big Yes to my big act
I love her so much that is a fact
United together we will now be
Forever and ever total unity
So friends and family we wish you well
2018 I hope will be swell
I know my years get better and better
Even if the weather is wetter and wetter
Happy new year from my fiance and I
I'm as happy as a man eating ale pie
Complaining is now open, we can make it easy and post it.
Complaints can be viewed and move like the wind for all to see and comment.
Complaining is easy now, it can move and gain a crowd, it can get opposition, it can grow and gain a reputation.
Complaining can help us learn, see others views, make us change our minds, and move to a different point of view.
Complaining can be useful it can make us become a better person and change for the good, making others change and make all of our life become super cool.
So do not be afraid, complain, learn, and take part in learning how to make our life better and better every day.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
Bee Bee the Bee
Hi everyone; this is Bee Bee.
The two of us are engaged, to bee married. (I’m so pleased!)
We think it’s time to settle down.
We think it’s time to start a family.
I have had my adventures
And somehow I managed to find myself a Queen.
She is so beeautiful!!!
Check out me;
She is so pretty
And me, with this face; it’s now full of smiles, I’m alive!
It’s time to join the rat race once more and build our own hive.
The reason I go to work is to provide for her;
Beecause seriously dude, look at her!
She is worth all the honey in the hive
And for some strange reason she chose me to fly,
Next to her until we are old and worn out.
I will tell you how much I love her;
No, I will shout!
I love this bee! My Bee Bee!
Bee Bee and me sitting in a leaf,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G…
I am sooo happy!!!
We have been together a while now;
Flown through the darkest rain clouds.
Burst up through the cumuli and nimbus
And held each other tightly as we dropped back down.
We have so many people to love,
But I love her the most;
So please, join me in raising your thimbles
And let us all toast,
The most beeautiful bee I have ever seen!
The most beeautiful bee there is…Bee Bee.
In our future hive, my honey is her supply,
As she is my honey; look deep into my eyes,
Not around the eyes, deep into my eyes
And you will see my truth, honesty and pride.
Yes I am with her, beecause she makes my heart purr.
This sugar rush is more than enough,
To keep me falling in love.
Every day and in every way, I love her more,
Beecause every day it only gets better and better, my love.
Just when I think I could not love her more,
She says something, or does something, that I simply adore.
She cares so much that I can’t help but love,
Each and every thing that she does.
I could talk to you about her for the rest of my life,
Without ever beeing bored;
But right now I am in a rush.
You see I need to get back to her smile.
She brightens up my day, my night and forever I’ll,
Bee in love with my Queen.
My Queen Bee Bee.
It has truly been a pleasure talking to you all, I must say,
But the ceremony will soon bee under way
And she would never let me live it down,
If all my talking meant we had to show up to our own wedding late.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
It's so true
Without my girl I'm blue, I don't know what to do
Sometimes it all starts to go hazy
I wonder if I'm going crazy
From missing you
Girl, I'm missing you
I feel so cold, so dark and lost
In the night I turn and toss
I wonder, are you turning to
Maybe it's wrong to feel this way
To think I'll die if I don't hear you say
Boy, I'm missing you
See, I was longing all of my days
For a girl who puts me in a daze
Longed for a lover.. my best friend
A romantic journey that has no end
Yeah..
You came to me like a dream come true
And I never felt so alive
A gift from Heaven to have a girl like you
Without your love I can't survive
Your so fine
Like a red delicious wine, better and better over time
Your sweet taste.. Still on my lips
Crazy from being away on all these trips
I'm missing you
Girl, I'm missing you
I'm missing you
~Lyric Man
Note: This is a song I wrote in a lonely hotel room to my wife. She is my absolute.. my everything! The pain of being on the road and around others who love what I do, when she can't be there with me.. it hurts my heart so much. Sometimes I wonder if she or anyone else misses the person they love that much!
Woman I am so proud of all our work, all the hills we have climbed to make it to the top.
The days when we did not speak, we just did our chores and felt ignored, we now have a new life, with many options that make our future bright.
Woman of the world, I am so proud of us all, for all our words, for all our works, for each one of us and how each is growing and making a difference.
Woman I remember the days in history, the days when we could not even own property, the days when we had little to no options, we were like the animals in the barn.
Woman you are so beautiful, with all your ideas, all your warmth, all your care, lets grow together better and better every day, let’s make the future the best we can with all of our imagination.
This year of America’s 250th anniversary, I think of all the woman who came to America and worked so hard for freedom, let us bow our head in prayer with thankfulness for all of their work.
Woman, creators of life, creators of many things, I lift prayers for all our steps forward, may we always have options, may we work for good, may we use all our blessings for good.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
In a high rise block in Toxteth lived a Jazz clarinettist called Joe.
His fans in the Jazz club worshipped him and flocked to every show.
And night after night in that smoke filled club, his fingers weaved a spell,
While the audience cheered to the echo, unaware of his private hell
For, every night, in his tenth-floor flat, before he could play again,
He injected himself with Dutch courage to deaden the inner pain
It began with soothing cannabis, which the law doesn’t class as abuse
Just so long as that stash in the biscuit tin is purely for personal use
It can’t do any harm, they said, to smoke the occasional spliff;
Then the drummer introduced him to a line of white powder to sniff
It was just an occasional habit he wasn’t dependent upon
But he found that his music lost its edge when the buzz of the powder had gone
His dealer had something better at an introductory price
He wouldn’t become addicted if he tried it once or twice.
His music got better and better and the audience howled for more
But now he was hooked on heroin and stealing in order to score
One Sunday he didn’t turn up at the club so the band was reduced to three
Who thanked him as they pocketed a larger slice of the fee
When they tried to ‘phone on Monday, his mobile wasn’t on.
The neighbours hadn’t seen him and thought he might have gone
They found him three days later in his squalid tenth-floor flat
When they forced the front door open past the junk mail on the mat.
“Death by misadventure”, said the Coroner’s report.
“A tragic waste of talent,” he told the crowded court.
The church was overflowing on the chill November day
As they gathered to remember him and send him on his way.
A host of jazz musicians and a multitude of fans
Joined in celebrating the life of a gifted man.
His own band followed the coffin as they took him from the nave
Out to the wintry churchyard to lower him into his grave.
They have a new clarinettist now but, although he’s very good,
He doesn’t have Joe’s magic; well nobody ever could.
He lacks that extra something that no-one can define.
But the drummer’s offered a helping hand – in the form of a thin white line