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Real Recognize Real

Real recognize real 
While I walk through the seasons of life 
I meet alot of souls along the way 
Some was nice 
Some was wrong 
Some was good 
Alot was bad 
Some was intimidating
Some was just friends
Alot was selfish
Too many was greedy 
Despite all I meet on this Journey
There was the little few 
Whose personality were beyond words cos 
Real recognize real 


Real recognize real 
All I  needed was what money can't buy 
I don't ask for your ego or your level 
I just wanted realness
No faking around 
Life is short and I got no time 
To retain it shorter than supposed 
So I seek for my kind
They are not easy to come by 
They are not everywhere 
They are few who wear the lense of nature
They are not common
And when ever I find one 
We connect so deeply 
So happy with warming heart 
We dont need money to stay in connected 
Cos is not easy to come across realness
No wonder 
Real recognize real
Form: Epic


Follow That Dream



It was the year seventeen hundred and seventy -six
As the fate of a nation stood in the hands of fifty -six
Here in this great room and new nation would be born
These fifty six men would make not only history but sign the beliefs this country stands on
Where  all have  the rights to liberty, freedom and equality 
Rights that would be handed down to their  families through posterity
Freedom they had traveled from their homes to come across the sea
And now it was theirs forever more.
Though the that word at times got pushed back a bit 
Yet never gone from our hearts where the glow is always lit
Men like Abraham, Martin and John kept us focused on our rights and freedoms carried on 
In a field in Gettysburg ,Mr. Lincoln promised with these words.... this nation by  the people and For the people would not parish from the earth.
Martin the man with  a dream stated.... I believe that truth and unconditional love will have the Final word in reality
John the young man who captured the hearts of all those of the time his enthusiasm and Confidence gave a breath of life back to the country  
He  stated the cost of freedom is always high but Americans have always paid it and the one path 
We will never surrender
That  tiny  ripple of hope that started from across the sea
That need to follow that dream that took them  to this new country
To those who dared to look beyond the horizon and follow their dream
You gave your children, your children's children not just a dream
You made them part of history
Form: Rhyme

Her Joy Job

I feel fine dear friends to find with joy here
That the bubbles I raise in my small glass
Can come across your eyes my dear reader
To wet in your garden some blades of grass

I have only a few good cups with me
And that too not always subservient
Even if I can keep me mostly free
Colored bubbles hardly find easy vent

Though I want to be under your wide eye
My cups being fixed I hardly can do
Raise as many drops as would underlie
And spread my wordy grin my dear to you

Still this bubbling from my limited bowls
Remains a joy job to my starving souls
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Form: Lyric

Two Doors

I had a thought the other day
as I was reflecting upon His Holy Name
There were these two doors
The one door was up above the other
and that was one noticeable difference in the doors

Written across the door on the bottom it said
"For All Those Who Believe in Something"
Then I looked up at the door above 
and clearly on the front of that door it said
"For all those who believe in Jesus Christ, Lord and Savior"

So many I know and have come across all sit around that bottom door
Where as, I and a lot of others all gather around that upper door
And as we gather, in seeing that many are not yet at this upper door
We go to their door and invite as many as we can to His Door 

See the One on the other side of that upper door 
He stated that everyone is welcome to come through His Door
In fact not only are they welcome, they were specifically invited by Him
And that's why you always hear all that singing and praise at that upper door

Thank You Jesus for all of your Blessings
I only ask that you Touch many of those who have not yet arrived
and make their journey as gentle as possible
Thank you Jesus
Form: Prose

Mum Asked Me Write Something Dedicated To Charl

In these uncertain times seemingly
ever harder to predict and navigate

what on earth we are about to be hit 
with or be faced to deal with next

It's nice to know there are something's
we can still reply upon seldom never 
change remain the same and in doing
so keep us sane

Like you Charl my friend who I have
come and got to know since you
we're that little boy in short pants
at school my mother took to her heart

Loved reggae and came with us on
holiday to Durban , you who when 
we went to the bowling club for 
breakfast started cleaning up the plates 

The poor boy that went to church who
they then dismissed and all looked
down there nose's at 

As they did not or were unable to
without giving you a chance based
solely on judging a book by its cover

Never got to see or witness just how
good and massive heart you indeed
possess

Well that's their loss shame on them

Because if they had they like I would
have found someone who is in essence
selfless possess the gift of humility
in spades

Has a kind heart and treats
people with respect and a has a
caring emotional nature

That is why I see you not as merely
just a friend but rather as an extended
member of my family and not only me
but so does my mom as well

And once again hopefully I pray this
fact above all else will remain in tact 
for many a long year to come 

Long after you're pant need turning up
and reggae comes back in fashion 

Any fool can write , quote and utter
word's in order to gain favor despite
them being inherently fake so have
no meaning at all

If actions not word's be the grade to
distinguish and benchmark one's character
upon

Then I have seen enough of you in action
over these past many a year to know one
thing for certain and sure 

You Charl are one of those rare few
good truly genuine people in life if
you come across and get to know 

You should count and thank your
lucky star's blessed to have met


Gaja,Storm

The monsoon has started as usual this year ,                                   Coastal villages have experienced more rainfall,                    
My small village was very close to the sea shore                                                             The red alert was issued by the government .                          
                                                                                                                        The weather report said there was a severe storm                                      Gaja, name was generated by the Srilankan,                                         And it was called Fani in East Bangladesh ,                        
Pakistan named it Titli which means butterfly                  
                                                                                                                          Our villagers were never afraid of cyclonic storms.                               They had come across storms like Vardah,Nilam and Thane.                                                                                             Gaja severely damaged the coastal villages ,                                 uprooted big trees, light posts, water tanks and huts       
                                                                                                    
Most of the villagers had become homeless,                                                          And they were in a state of helplessness,                                                        I had never seen such a terrific storm in my life,                                              They experienced the highest wind speed.

Premium Member The Eternal Question: God, No God, Maybe God


Faith is the substance of things hoped for, 
the evidence of things not seen. 
I feel the wind gusting across my skin, lifting my hair. Unseen but I can feel the evidence of the wind
 and see it in the gentle sway of the meadow grass.  I choose to believe, daily, to have faith in God, like the unseen wind. 
  I've been given answers to most of my questions through study and  the Holy Spirit. I leap upon any assumed  discrepancy or contradiction I come across. I've found real, solid answers. Each thorny question has been untangled, making the path ahead ever sure. 
One of my main questions when I began searching was, 
“Why does scientific fact contradict the Bible?” 
The answer is…it doesn't. 
People are fallible and therefore our understanding can be mistaken. Interpreting the Scriptures is necessary… Just as in poetry there is symbolism and there are phrases that should be taken literally and others figuratively.  After all, God is the creator, the master scientist and artist. The laws of science we understand today, and those we will only discover tomorrow, were God's laws first! 
When God formed woman it says he took the rib from Adam. Rib in the original Hebrew is translated from a word that means, “curve.” We know now that gender is determined in utero through DNA, a pattern on the helix CURVE. I don't believe God created a female from Adam's rib,but that he took the female DNA from Adam, and formed Eve. Science isn't new to God, we are new to science!
Finally, not only is faith based on knowledge, understanding, choice, and the evidence of things unseen... it is a matter of the heart.
I believe in God, Jehovah, I feel his love for me in each sunrise, in the feel of my daughter's hand on my face, in the embrace of my husband. I feel that love reflecting off of me, giving me so much love for my fellowman.
I believe in God because I've seen the evidence of the things I hoped for. God has shown himself to me, allowing me to understand the love letter he wrote to us, in my heart, my mind, in my body and soul.
Form: Didactic

Third Mordents Bassoon

Mussiro Ramt one half of
" The Arabain Knights"
Made query into ownership of
the $!!!!!4!!!$ World Championship.
He arrived at the scheduled
appointment at the Offices of.
$!!$!!$ in Montana. "I stumbled
back nearly falling: at the sight of
him". "He was shirtless and oiled up"
He had his horned boots and a crushed
velvet like pants on. His head scraff was
covering his shoulders and his colgone was
strong enough to gag an Ox. It took all the
power I could muster to stay in control,
 she said. Later we realized she was attracted to him. He didn't buy the World Championship, but  he found himself dating several members of our staff. His accent ( generated to show difference in his ethnicity) was a stumbling block later on in his years. A reporter interviewing him used a recorder: halfway through the interview he strted talking almost in perfect english. He cleared his voice and called the reporter a Crumbbean rat Turd, and stormed out of the room angry at the whole process. He said the media wiped ass: and kisses es! He became World Champion due to his athletic prowlness. He could wrestle, and at times he was the best wrestler anyone could ever come across. His partner came out of the closet. causing a problem. " He knew I wanted to marry the Sey Woman of Mens Dreams: he came out of the closet the night I proposed to her. at his coming out party I chopped him in the back of his neck and stomped his to the ground in the name of rightousness!" I have new partner, in the Arabain Knights, My brother-inlaw muary Solter!"
Form: Ballade

Premium Member Lucifer's Fall Fall From Grace

You come here and you hold the bottomless pit;
You've come to grips your life worthless;
Whom am I to say;
God doesn't force it on us, it's you  this way;
You've chosen to fall away;
You've pick the ransom, but to your dismay;
You didn't always, think this way;
Should have prayed, should have stayed;
Now in your imagination;
You come across this perfect nation;
Filled with love, joy, peace and harmony;
Streets made of gold, God is the light;
No more night, no need for the moon or the sun;
Whom am I to say;
God inter-workings are not ours to play;
You didn't always, think this way;
Should have prayed, should have stayed;
and the beauty of it all as I survey;
This place where I'm wanting to go one day;
Such a haven;
This place must be heaven;
And you whom once have such a perfect, and beautiful face;
Fallen, fallen, fell Fall Lucifer you whom have fallen from grace;
Form:

Dark Limerence

You would think the obsession was a profession
the way it worked on them day & night
Their poker face came in handy hiding deep emotions 
but what the eyes spoke just wasn't right
Compulsively watching as if they were paid for every
sight their eyes gleaned
The word salad was a telling sign, but I had refused to
digest what I was seeing
Let me address every letter as I digress in a few lines
& recollect
I ignored signs on the road that warned of danger that
I should have stopped to read in retrospect
Their love bombs can start wars not easy to survive if
you're unaware & faint of heart
I should have ignored the barrage then armored up 
& pulled out from the very start
What followed was the madness of "a mad being" that
was urged to stop to no avail
There are no limits to methodical madness nor any
part of your life they won't surveille
Beware of interactions as you never know who it is
you may come across
You could end both the victim as well as villain even if
there wasn't a soul you did accost
It could cost you your life in more ways than one if 
you become a possession of the obsessed
Their oppressive actions & delusional mind can make
it hard to escape being oppressed
Form: Rhyme

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