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Into the darkness I drove the line.
With sudden persistence I stuck their spirits.
Questions arose about my faith.
Under the shadows the powers of the air quake.
Through blended fields I struck their souls.
Yoking my aura deep into the earth.
Waking the mountain it never crumbled.
Ascending the moon, we summit the sky.
Zero percent of my trust was lost.
Accepting the limits of music's healing powers.
Into the light I became the world's darkness.
Without warning I took down all their protections.
Queens discovered my resilience and my mercy.
Under heavy silver rain those in power ran to cover.
Thoughts of my greatness whispered in all secret places.
Yoga they have never seen with Mastery of all senses obtained.
Witnessing visions almost forgotten in ancient days long past.
Acquiring strength to find hope in sorrow.
Zooming past traps laid by fools.
Asking for amber rain.
Indigo rivers of royal blood spilt.
Without doubt I belong to empires yet founded and peoples yet born.
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graciously;
gratefully;
joyfully;
So
faithfully;
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Dobasically;
brazenly do;
gainfully to;
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faithlessly favorably spaciously the creation in me;
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Always I have dreamed of loving a woman like you ,
So kind and understanding in all of the things you do.
Everyday you are always the same so full of life,
Making me so proud the day you become my wife.
Never do I worry when things do not go my way,
Only words of encouragement you would have to say.
To hear you laugh or to see your beautiful smile ,
Stays with me in my thoghts for such a long while.
I am forever thinking of the happiness you bring me,
Confirming our lives together was always meant to be .
Every night I Thank my Lord for how special you've been,
I find myself a very Blessed man for what he did.
A person could ask for no more when it comes to love ,
Especially when there's no doubt it was made from above.
Tac
I got a call from an angel
Floating on a cloud.
I made her laugh with the last message I sent her.
Misinterpreted messages lost in the light of the sun.
With ears at attention there was a brief silence.
Walking through the hall of infatuation.
She made me smile.
My hearts done none stop jumping jacks since the first time I saw her smile.
I told her about a dream I had.
Changing into something a bit more subtle.
We back peddled to the day we first met.
Just before the first date, but right after the third date.
The first moment that felt like we ascended.
The way time always seems to fly when were together.
The songs that describe exactly what it feels like to deeply understand.
The breaks between the bass where our hearts completely zoned out in a full day dream.
Knowing the words to every song that played.
Selectively introverted to the world around.
A mixed bag in the variables of comfort.
An audience of denim in a world filled with leggings.
Even in silence I send my prayers.
To an angel whom answers, as well as makes calls of her own
The mason left
three stones
beside the wall.
Nothing
prevented him.
The wall
had merely ceased
to require
his hand.
For years
I could not.
Each thought,
arriving,
claimed
precedence.
I convened
an inward assize,
awarding
credence,
reprieve,
exile—
until my days
became
the jurisprudence
of echoes.
Meanwhile
rain
never argued.
The ash
added one leaf
to the wind.
A blackbird
crossed the morning
without ambition.
Roots,
beneath the path,
advanced
through darkness
that required
no witness.
Then,
while the kettle
raised
its small republic
of steam,
a thought
called me.
I did not answer.
Nothing followed
except
what had always
been following.
Steam
ascended.
The bird
completed
its silence.
Evening
entered
every object
equally.
The thought
went on
without me.
There,
if there
it may be called,
Silence
relinquished
its ancient misnomer.
It was never
the absence
of voices.
It was
everything
that had never
petitioned
belief.
Then Observation,
long usurped
by governance,
remembered
its elder office.
Not to choose.
Not to refuse.
Only
to behold
that Reality
had never once
competed
for my attention.
The mountain
remained
where no distance
could improve it.
The sea
arrived
without travelling.
The stars
required
no heaven.
Since then,
whenever thought
pronounces
my name,
I wait
for what
has never
spoken—
and it is always
first.
It’s a fresh Tuesday.
Favorite day of the week.
Tuesdays are for smiling, dancing, laughing.
I skip down the street.
An old man glowers at me.
I stop and get his name.
His face softens.
He tells me a war story.
I pat him on the shoulder and tell him I like him.
The rest of the day is a sparkle.
I laugh and sing, dancing through my work.
People roll their eyes, not understanding.
I have to be this cheerful and funny.
If I am not, I will feel the feelings that have died inside.
I hit the covers hard, sleeping out of body, floating through the heavens.
Looking for myself.
Completely refreshed, I wake up.
It’s a happy Wednesday!
Favorite day of the week.
In its silence, my love sings softly,
Like an autumn wind that gently caresses the slow-moving leaves,
Without grand ideals or hidden violence,
Just a deep stillness that embraces unspoken words.
There's no need to swear allegiance on gilded parchments,
For its truth is pure, like ice sparkling under the sun,
And like the fire smoldering quietly in the depths of the soul,
People hold roses in trembling hands.
They weave promises like a spider's web,
Fragile and ephemeral in the face of fleeting time,
And my love laughs, like flowers opening at dawn,
With a simple joy that cannot be bought.
In the depths of its gaze, endless stories are born,
A world without borders or barriers of time and space,
Words are lost in the silence that speaks deeply,
While my love floats, a melancholic dream.
By Tanvir Mostafa
Where are our those days, where is our lost society?
What we behold right now—is it the proper system of community?
Does goodness prevail or exist in the mid of us really?
We find soundness of reason and justice only occasionally.
Many a poet says the world is the right place for love and peace,
But perhaps that thought belonged to their own time, not this..
This is the time of anarchy, violence, and indiscipline,
We find people talk about problem and suffering.
Now people deal with science and technology,
But many noble souls died for their ideology..
People in this modernity, with what they have, can’t remain happy, Their restless minds still chase a missing harmony.
How can I embrace the sayings of poets?
Instead of love and peace, the world is a place of riots.
Deadly weapons are made to put an end to lives,
As if only hatred and bloodshed survive.
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There lacks no fear in death,
?No pain in the grave.
?The pen is mightier than the sword,
?I just killed a man.
?
?There lacks no pain in the heart,
?There lacks no tears in the eyes,
?But the pen is mightier than the sword,
?I just killed a man.
?
?The pen bleeds ink, a river of regret,
?As I sign my name to this fatal debt.
?There lacks no pain in the heart,
?No tears in these eyes, that once shone bright.
?
?The pen is mightier than the sword, they say..
?But I've wielded a different kind of blade.
?One that cuts deep, a wound that won't heal.
?A subtle reminder, of the life I've sealed.
?
?The pen is mightier than the sword, they say..
?I have wielded a two-edged blade.
?A life I have sealed.
?The wound may not be healed.
?
?The pen is mightier than the sword,
?I just killed a man.
Working with trainer Pauhura Muruh
He developed the "Stirru Pomb"
and the "Thrips Massa" and
"Bassa Moto's Booby trap"
He'll make chicken wing , bending
Both knees with his shinlach.
A waistlach; roll into pinning
Position.A "Tashiaz Bow"
Rendition of a surfboard.
Massiro Missurira the
Brazilian Judo champion.
4 # ground pork
1/4 cup of green bell peppers
4 T minced garlic
1/3 c chopped onion
1/4 c shredded cucumber
3 tablespoons cayenne pepper
4 tablespoons of cultured buttermilk
1/4 cup of breadcrumbs
3 tablespoons of sesame seed oil
1/3 cup of sundried tomato
Salt or soy sauce
2 tablespoons of fennal seeds
Fry up one check seasoning.
MAke burgers and enjoy.
He made these burgers when the promoters
Gave me 40 days to slimdown. I ate them
With habashii thousand island sauce
On toasted kosher rolls. He will pay
In every match for betrayal!