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Premium Member Giving You All

In times of joy or when you're sad,
I'll be the friend who's never mad,
I'll share with you all that I can be,
Because your happiness means everything to me.

I may forget about myself at times,
But for you, I'll always climb the heights,
I'll care for others, and I'll care for you,
My love is strong, my friendship true.

In your hardest moments, and your best days,
I'll stick with you in countless ways,
With an open heart and a listening ear,
I'm here for you, always near.

When you're feeling low, or full of glee,
Know I'm here for you, always and forever, you see,
With unwavering support, you're never alone,
I'll always be there for you, like a love that's eternally shown.


THE POWER OF WOMEN WALKING TOGETHER TOGETHER AS A COMMUNITY

the power of women walking together 
as a community 
to know there's nothing they can't accomplish 
when moving in unity

turnt, turnt, turnt up 
ready to reach new heights 
Invigorated and stimulated to walking by faith 
and not by sight 

wearing their denim and pearls
traversing the red carpets of life 
in shades of red, crowns on their heads 
for they're queens in the Kingdom of Christ 

turnt, turnt, turnt up
ready to reach new heights 
Invigorated and stimulated to walking by faith 
and not by sight

the power of women walking together 
Is a sight to behold 
a cohesive solidarity 
striving to achieve their goals 
nurturers, supporters and devoted encourages 
they be
women of God with humble hearts 
striving affectionately 
don't discount them, don't miscount them
they're a feminine multitude 
on heavenly altitudes, living the Beatitudes 
with a Jesus is my Savior attitude 

turnt, turnt, turnt up 
ready to reach new heights
Invigorated and stimulated to walking by faith 
and not by sight 

the power of women walking together 
as daughters of the King 
for In their hearts, they abide by God 
His wisdom they impart in everything

the power of women walking together 
advancing the Great Commission 
unceasingly praying, never straying
staying focused on their mission

they don't back up, they don't back down 
In your face they will be 
for they're women walking together 
building powerful legacies 

Turnt, turnt, turnt up
Ready to reach new heights. 
Invigorated and stimulated to walking by faith 
and not by sight 

the power of women walking together 
as one body in Christ 
knowing they won't fail, they will prevail 
on a massive scale promoting life

just don't get it twisted and don't get defensive 
for women are major demographic factor 
because when women walk together 
they have more power than a nuclear reactor 

women walking together in unity
angels of God forging legacies
god
Form: Ballad

Down From the Heia

I have descended down from the mountain
From being another one
A man whose errands were Norwegian snow
To one whose role I now not know

I have fallen far from a midnight fountain
To spring from work and work alone
Whose parole to parley silence
Now must insight some other sense

To be someone and then another,
A bit here, there, but never anywhere,
Is to hide from you so you can seek,
The winter that makes me more than bleak

Courageous but also seeking cover,
A secret grove gives light to wear,
The tree whose soul makes me weak,
Into her hands my tears are meek.

The snow, white and grizzly in my beard,
My chiseled hair wild in the fierce north,
Now tamed, refrained and differently framed,
What lies in the brush but civility tamed.

My dishevelment is certainly not to be feared,
A finer figure will soon come forth,
Whose mimicry will appear contained,
To settle down with mind pertained.

Down, down we all must someday go,
For to stay around too long up high,
Is to bother new shadows who need their space,
From your ashes they too must build a face.

Tell me brother that all this you know,
That the hull of summer makes the winter rye,
The Nordic way is like man’s big race,
To leave this earth with a skier’s grace.

Back to the heights I soon do trek,
Here below I breath but just barely so,
The sea in the north is not the sea of paradise,
For fish indeed but surfers please think twice.

Miles high beyond the hills lies a sleeping wreck,
A day dreams carving a downwards flow,
Under a layer of snow a family feasts on salted mice,
A wasteland refuge for solid people made of ice.

Premium Member Leaving

So drink your beer
And drink your coffee
In the fear
of The Great Nothing                  (Henry Jamison - The Rains)

Could it be any worse
Stuck in reverse      
Let it all go to waste                   (Cold Play - Fix You)
 
Because love is patient                 ( Johnathan Ogden - Slow Down)

If you never try, you’ll never know    
That lights will guide you
And fix you                          (Cold Play - Fix You)

I’ve never tried the secret door
Scared of what I couldn’t keep
Though it could drown me
Even though I’ve no fear of heights        (Katie Melua - No Fear of Heights) 

So I made up my mind and left her        (Caribou - Hello Hammerheads))
Form: Lyric

As We Fall In Love Time and Again

As I sit here our lives about to begin
Drinking all your natural beauty in
Pulled in close to your beautiful grin
Not sure where we start to begin
Both of us reborn again
So that our lives 
Would not be burdened with sin

Together he is built-in
When our hearts are forged in him
As we fall in love time and again
Where we can hardly take it all in
Because our love will always 
Be living in the wind
Maintaining these feelings 
Stuck on high

A love like ours that testifies
To our hearts that magnify
These delightful moments that pacify 
The sunlight that dances on high
That makes our souls touch the sky
Where God shines like a bright star
Into the night

That makes all our tomorrows fly just right
So that our future will be so bright
When our love reaches new heights
So all the fear disappears
When the Lord whispers nothing but
Good cheer throughout the rest of our years
Form: Rhyme


On Father's Day

On Father’s Day I too want to give you a gift My Son
To Manas
who is a young Power Engineer


On Father’s Day I too want to give you a gift My Son
A legacy of determinations and desires
Of living in Happiness in every situation of life.
The highest goals of life can only be achieved 
By those who believe in converting every struggle
A stair to rise up more in life.

Problems and difficulties of life my son
Are blessings of God to put you on stride.
Failures too are meant to make your efforts
More shining and meaningful for your life.

If you want to rise-up high in the sky
You will have to dive deep in your life,
If you want to touch the lofty heights
Never forget the ground
From where you got your first light.

Producing light and giving it to others, 
Is not an ordinary work of life, My son,
With this feeling, if you comply your works
The glory of doing something for a noble cause
Would give you the wealth of Happiness throughout your Life.


Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India  19th June 2011

Premium Member IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY FATHER MR ERNEST JAMES KING 1126 E 131st ALTGELD GARDENS

THE MANY SPEAKSIES JAZZ SESSIONS BLACK PANTHER DAYCARE BREAKFAST PROGRAM CIVIL RIGHTS RIOTS WITH MY FATHER GROWING UP IN CHICAGO I WAS BORN IN THE MIDDLE OF THEE COLDEST BLIZZARD IN CHICAGO ON SAM COOK'S BIRTHDAY THE BEGINING OF THE YEAR OF 1963 MY DAD DOTED ON ME SINGING I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU ALL OF MY LIFE AFTER RETURNING HOME FROM EUROPE FACE TO FACE WITH BEING EMOTINALLY TRAUMATIZED TO WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATIONS ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS MY DAD WAS VERY CONERNED ABOUT ME AND MY FOUR LITTLE CHILDREN I MOVED IN BACK HOME TO THE GARDENS WITH HIM 1989 AFTER MY NONA DIED OF A STRANGE BRAIN CANCER MANY OTHERS WERE DYING AS WELL EVEN INFANTS BORN WITH BRAIN TUMORS LUNG PROBLEMS I REMEMBER AS A CHILD I WAS VERY SICK EVERYTIME I WENT TO THE GARDENS SOMETHING ABOUT REACHING 131ST I WOULD VOMIT ALWAYS SO SENSITIVE TO TOXIC FUMES NO ONE COULD PREDICT WHAT WOULD BECOME OF THE PEOPLE OF ALTGELD GARDENS IT WAS THERE SINCE 1945 AFTER POP RETURNED FROM WW11 I SUPPOSE ALTGELD GARDEN WAS BUILT UNFORTUNATELY THE GARDENS WAS A DUMPING GROUND OF TOXIC CARCENGENIC CAUSING CANCERS MY DAD WAS SO DISTRAUGHT HOW MY NONA COULD LIVE BEING BLIND ALL THESE YEARS AND OUT OF NO WHERE BRAIN CANCER WE ALL WERE IT WAS 1988 HER PASSING WAS DEVESTATING 1126 E 131 STREET NOW MY CHILDREN AND I WERE BACK 1989 IN THE GARDENS MANY REPORTERS TO LAW GROUPS HEALTH DEPARTMENT IT WAS THERE WE ALL SIGNED THE PETITIONS TO REMOVE THE ABESTOS TOXINS FROM ALTGELD GARDENS RESIDENT ISSUES MY DAD AND I WERE BLESSED TO HAVE THE CHANCE TO SIT AND TALK WITH BARACK OBAMA COMMUNITY LEADERS SIDE BY SIDE FIGHTING FOR ENVIROMENTAL CHANGES AIR QUALITY IN LOW INCOME COMMUNITIES THESE ISSUES WERE VERY IMPORTANT ISSUES TO MY FATHER AND TO MYSELF PENNILESS LAWSUITS WERE FILED SETTLEMTENTS AS WELL THE LOSS OF LIFE THE BROKEN DOWN QUALITY OF LIFE JUST BY LIVING AND BREATHING AIR IN THE DONUT DISTRICT TODAY I HAVE PULMONARY ASTHMA REMEMBERING MY FATHER FIGHTING FOR ENVORMENTAL JUSTUCE IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY NONA LIKE AN INFANT DEVELOPING BRAIN TUMORS WHILE BEING A LONG TIME RESIDENT OF ALTGELD GARDENS
Form: Naat

Premium Member What You Are

You are the music to my lyrics
The shade of rose beneath my blush
The heavenly light awakening my hope
The gentle touch that caresses my soul

You are the whisper kissing the silence
The embrace that creates a perfect poem
The pleasure reviving my sweet dreams
The brilliant stroke of a tender thought

You are the warmth that heals my grief
The flame of joy that glows so radiantly
The strength that gives power to my ideas
The flavor of affection that I can’t contain

You are the kindness beneath my concern
The victory that comes when I have won
The inspiration that brings my vision to life
The consideration that brightens even sunlight

You are the wisdom that causes me to believe
The faith that tells me I am capable of victory
The imagination that brings me through tedium
The thrilling passion that colors my heart burgundy

You are the charity that defines my heart’s wealth
The sincerity that teaches me to listen to my senses
The emotion that lifts me up to the heights of serenity
The beauty that keeps me intrigued by such splendor

You are the laughter that meets my eyes in a twinkle
The breath of wonder which fills my heart with grace
The miracle of a gift sent down from heaven’s oasis
The gesture of generosity discovered beneath my faith

You are the sign that reminds me I will make it
The answer to the prayer that I prayed so relentlessly
The mercy that broke away all worry and fear
The love that gives away much more than it demands

Love like this – there is no mistaking it…
Love like this is unconditional, fulfilling, complete
Love like this is the reason…. I must tell you Happy Valentine’s Day! Today, forever

February 14, 2021

When Purity Poison To Contaminate

And repression funded mental 
assassination
I shall climb beyond the human 
heights
When consistency aided 
conspiracy
When mental discipline
Has become mental plaque
That contaminates the 
constraints
Of the pure at heart
And purity poison to 
contaminate
I shall rise up high
For if the worst doesn’t come 
to the best
The sun shall rise in the west
Contaminated brains are 
deliberating
To the concoctions of mental 
assassination
For the truth shall denunciate
To become the extreme 
subversive
When creativity is poisoned to 
contaminate
And the capacity of common 
sense
Is replaced by contaminated 
plaques
That throbs and throts
My inner soul
And being pure is as good as 
being contaminated
I shall remain with the 
knowledge
Of good and evil
For I’m no good at all
To be pure at heart
But contaminated with pure 
evil...

White Van Man

White Van Man

White van driver, he couldn’t give a damn
Oh how I wish that he would scram
From lofty heights he owns the road
He’s deft at signs sure to forebode
With cell in hand intent on chat
He swears at the driver wearing a hat
Coursing a path that’s bumper to bumper
Behind the woman, oh how he could thump her
His high sided vehicle sways this way and that
He’ll be there soon with foot down flat
He’s king of the motorway’s third lane
He’d love to shunt and scare, be a right bane
But to him his driving feels quite lame
He’s white van driver who feels no shame
A hotheaded madcap who loves to race
Carrying a smugness all over his face
When home he parks to own the street
Along with others, its quite a fleet
In the morn, he rises with the lark
Returning faithfully after its dark
He’s white van driver, he does what he likes
He tells his neighbours to get on their bikes
His majestic status is sure to be noted
Carrying an image to which he’s devoted
So white van man, you don’t give a damn
But I tell you squarely that you’re a right sham
car
Form: Rhyme

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