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It is a collection of 66 different books.
Each an important puzzle piece, just take a look.
God took a complete puzzle and tossed it in the air.
It fell down to the earth, scattering everywhere.
Most important piece is God himself
That most will ever see.
John 15:4 says "You must abide in Me!"
The book Genesis tells how all things begin.
While Revelation shows us what happens in the end.
Each piece or book will provide another clue.
Of why Creator and creature interacts the way they do.
In Genesis, book of beginnings chapter's one, two & three.
It tells how everyone and all things have come to be.
Next we find out in chapter two.
He gave birth to his children and told the oldest what to do.
Obey me He said and all will go well!
But the moment you disobey, life for you will be hell!
You'll trigger a cancerous disease from within!
It will corrupt your thought patterns and will be called Sin!
Though I already know everything you will do.
The right to make your own choices, must be granted to you.
I've placed a conscious in you, but right now it's asleep.
It will provide you guidance when disconnected from Me.
It will not bother you as long as you do right.
But when you're doing wrong, it will trouble you day & night.
I've created this paradise for you my children today.
Obey my house rules or I must send you away.
While you're out being your own god, far away from home.
I gave you a concept called "Prayer" to be your cell phone.
I am "Truth!" and therefore unable to lie.
Disobedience severs our spiritual cord and your spirit will die.
You'll live by 5 senses of the flesh unfortunately,
And your offspring will loose all awareness of Me.
You'll curse humanity until the end of Days!
You'll hate, kill, and suffer for not doing as I say.
Because I gave a perfect man the order to obey.
Only the death of another perfect man can take it away.
Once your bloodline becomes infected with the cancer of sin.
You'll reproduce defects only, but out of love, I'll step in.
I'll put on an 'Earth Suit!" come down from my Throne.
Die with your curse inside Me, so you can return home!
The whole time you're on earth, you will have problems there.
I'll send Angelic help, when you call me through prayer.
You'll know it's me carrying my life saving plans.
When you hear code word "Jesus!" The Savior of man!
Love is everything good and true in life, and what enhances every living thing. Love is hearing the first cry of a child after birth. Love is the reason that a child is born. Love is the deepest emotion created besides hate; and the thin line that divides them. But love will always win. Love, from the deepest part of your being, is the most beautiful look you can give another person without speaking. It is in every joyful or heart-touching moment. Love is in every gentle touch that comes from the heart and in every whisper that you only want that special person to hear. Love is the greatest gift given to anyone and the greatest gift received. Love is also the sigh that comes naturally when you are with a special someone. Love is hard work at times but so worth the paycheck it gives. Love is watching how a child interacts so innocently with another. It is also the feeling you get when a child hugs you so tight. Love is something that can either make you or break you. It can make you the happiest or also can cause you the most sadness if taken from you. Love is the purest thing ever given to us... We can accept it or reject it, but it will remain. We decide whether to hold onto it or let it go. But without love, a life can not thrive. Love causes goosebumps or a lump in your throat when you hear a certain song. Love is the stream of tears that run down your face when you are touched by something you see or hear that you can't express in words. Love is the strongest feeling you can ever experience and give to someone or something.
Love is the center of my being; and something that I want everyone to feel. Because, if everyone can feel how I feel when I give love, they will want to share that feeling with everyone too. Love is God and God is Love. What greater love is there than that? It was his greatest commandment.
The best line I ever read, was written by my 6-year-old Granddaughter when she was 5. She said to her Mommy, “I love love; because love just feels so good”.
And that's saying a lot.
We enter this world and the story begins
The early chapters a distant and hazy memory
As awareness grows we begin to capture memories
Most of which being those that define us as an individual
We learn from our loved ones and peers as our persona takes shape
As we progress and more chapters are added "who we are" is firmly defined
That person that we have become now interacts with others’ lives
We love, we form prejudices, we project our likes and dislikes
All of this is captured by time and forms a storyline by which we will be remembered
Hopefully, these chapters will tell a story of compassion and caring
Unfortunately, this is not always the case as some take another path
If this be so, then the middle chapters will be filled with turmoil
As always time moves on and the chapters of our lives continue
Advancing age brings thoughtfulness resulting in either pride or regret
That which we are, that person that we became many chapters ago
now stares endlessly at a world moving too fast to comprehend
To live the final chapters of our lives we must do so with the realization
that past chapters now cast in stone cannot be rewritten
Our book of life is of our own making and each chapter defines choices that
we and we alone made based on factors that we faced.
Yes, sometimes our choices were seemingly not of our own making but in the end we must take ownership of the story line for chapters to follow.
As the final chapter of our life unfolds we either look inward and commend
ourselves for doing the best that we could - with no regrets and/or,
we look outward seeking the hopefully healing hand of our maker, or that
“power" out there that we perceive might conclude our final chapter with a
journey ending in restful peace throughout eternity.
They want me to be what they want me to be,
I want to be me and I'm a problem you see,
and mum says do what makes them pleased
she wants me to be what she wants me to be,
they want me to be a servant to their needs,
and they disrespect, ignore, and neglect me,
they call me a liar who attention seeks,
they joke openly, and tell everybody,
who don't know me, but suddenly believe,
they know me as needy, that's how they treat me,
my unnoticed grief added to unnoticedly,
as my reality is not real it's just make believe,
as I should be silent and what they want me to be,
a servant beneath who they compete with and beat,
oh I didn't say, in their head a need to better me,
I don't compete yet still they keep repeating,
and now I'm gone forever they say it's a mystery,
saying it's all random made up untrue history,
and that they think my head is gone mentally,
while mum interacts with them and never me,
fuelling their view, their make believe reality,
thinking I'm the problem causing the misery,
she's dead, they're gone and everyone's pissed at me,
she talks her side, they talk their side, I'm not believed,
no one even knows because no one listens to me,
manipulators have a motivation and I simply cease,
anyone they manipulate is someone I don't need,
I'm better off now I've left behind this mental disease,
the people are the disease and their believers are sheep.
They want me to be what they want me to be,
a mental disease who attention seeks,
who admits make believe so the blame is on me,
whilst they're in the free selflessly seen helping me.
Shallow dreams (they tried to get me sectioned)
desperate deeds, because I did reject them,
CONTROL I CEASED.
love has taken a toll on me
on lengths very few could understand
i am still a huge fan
though the sight of feeling the genuineness seems to far from where i stand
love interacts with two compatible people
for which becomes light in life an strong combined souls of equal
its a gift that is shared of beauty and free will of expression
with very rare doubt and a decent amount of communication
trusting at the highest of mountains
as passion runs deep as the oceans sand
understanding even when unrelated to experiences
because the bond of knowing the person goes beyond expectations
many moments of laughter and shared secrets
like a teenage crush sneaking out to remain in keep sakes
its a friend as well as a lover
unlimited to be able to cry on a shoulder
judging or rebelling does not exist between each other
hands are tender to each touch
kisses are missed in between such
everyday is as strong as first met
as love is suppose to be kept
words generous to each syllable
loyalty and respect is never paused still
new memories are made for each day
isnt love suppose to be this way?
i could go on an on
because this is the love in which i was born
the love i yearn and desire that i claim as my fire
to keep in hopes that ill find
an that one day will be mine
this is the love i give
for which i live
though the kind to me thats been given
seems too much like undesirable sinnin
which has took a toll on me
this person that you see?
used to wear her heart on her sleeve
now in most cases is skeptical of being deceived
cautious of premeditated schemes
which is not at all as i had dreamed
that love would do to me....
Form:
He has a Roman nose, bright eyes, flashy teeth,
Chocolate brown complexion,
Features which animate only when he interacts—
Otherwise, typical unscholarly looks!
A nonconformist in religion, a revolutionary in spirit,
A stoic in practice—
Epithets can be multiplied.
Sought strange experiences:
Travelling in a locomotive,
Witnessing a surgery,
Learning math on his own.
And living on a glass of lassi,
Which I would call starving!
He speaks with conviction.
His memory is prodigious;
To call him a philosopher is no cliché:
He is one by temperament and self-training;
Teaches philosophy involuntarily—as praxis,
As ‘a set of operations,’ as he’d put it.
No nonsense,
No snobbery:
He has been
To New York—as a Fulbright Scholar,
To Oxford—as a Visiting Scholar.
Never chips in to say, “When I was in England/US….”
Never affects an accent.
He is an Indian source of the Poststructuralist virus,
And I was the one immediately infected—
On his return to India
From his stint at New York.
The infection still remains—incurable!
His love of me is something like election love:
Parallels are Krishna and Kuchela,
Kopperuncholan and Picirantaiyar,
Johnson and Boswell.
Would speak for me
Without my knowledge or consent!
We have stuck together
For about five decades now,
Defying the Machiavellian dictum: There are
No permanent friends or enemies in life!
He can’t, ugh, bring himself to love a pet—
On which subject
We violently disagree:
He dubs me St. Francis of Assisi, though!
Was born at Christmas
And so christened Noel!
— Ram, .R.V.
She carries one of the heaviest pregnancies in the world
with more species of monkeys than any other region.
She stands huge in her territory
with a unique speech different from all others in the same domain.
Her name specially recognizes a Tree.
She directly interacts with all other tenants except two distant ones.
She’s timely scaled into three different parts
possessing water course which is the immediate younger brother to the Nile.
She’s home to the Armadillo, Tapirs, Jaguars and Pumas
and so fertile to accommodate the most dense amount of living hairs
which has secluded more than seventy groups of humans to civilization.
Her armpit once covered the Nazi’s angel of death
and her street lights shine the brightest rays of football.
In her very rich possession;
is an island with about five snakes per square mile;
is the world’s best beach in Baia do Sancho;
is the accumulation of Airports; second only to the world's power;
and the city painted with heavy congestion to reach global peak in recent times.
Her neck houses the biggest black settlement outside the dark continent.
She carries a slogan of hope in “ordem e progresso”.
The aerial view plane structure of her heart
required three years and five months only to make it a possible existence.
She had graced the only European capital away from Europe
as number is her meeting point between global size and population.
The glory of her international significance is well deserved
and her beauty, nowhere near expiry.
Why am I here?
I walk around the school, around my surroundings, full of self-doubt,
I wonder why I am here, for nobody really interacts with me, I try to smile,
To be nice, give my opinion, to be genuine, all I really want is a friend.
Yet I am still met with silence, they turn their back, I lower my eyes as to not be seen.
All my life I have been ignored, maybe that’s my fault, I didn’t reach out, for I knew that I
Would be ignored, why reach out, when they will only laugh and pretend to be nice,
Sometimes I feel as though My heart Is in a vice grip, waiting for the next person to
Come along and squeeze it with all their might, I mise as well give up the fight.
I resort inwards as to protect my feelings, I can’t stand much more pain, I just want it to
Stop. My only way of relieving the pain, the hurt is resort to self- injuries behavior, it’s not
Like anyone would care, They don’t see me anyways, unless they want something from me.
Again I ask myself, why am I here in this big cruel punishing world anyways? Would I be
Missed if I left? My words, my love, my tired sore arms I have lifted to many to give a
Big heartwarming hug, only to have them tell me No.. My only friend again I say is a
Pen and paper, my thoughts, my silent tears, have been built up for way too many years.
I ask you now Will you please accept my hug and dry up my tears?
He watches the way the world
interacts and ponders the reasons why.
He responds to artistic imagery,
Lost in creativity he dreams often of his own reality,
He acts with haste and risk is routine.
Hair to the wind, his life an intentional spin,
He lives and walks, listens and talks
Happy to commemorate, his mind compulsive to contemplate...
Is the universes size infinite?
Atoms cling together...
Neutrons and Protons randomly whip around the nuclei
with the one oddity, being nothing the absurdity...
Infinity also being a normality or illusion
The infinite reality could be an oddity or
falsity of infinite realities of infinite infinities..
Is vision along with your auditory perception real
when the universe truth could be soundless
formless nothing but emptiness and nothingness.
Intellect and knowledge a certain fakery
only measurable creativity.
In our own imaginary pretentious perception
of custom and race, another false reality of space.
Or is it now imaginary created by falsity
devised as normality just as a Tv.
A conundrum of conflict sanity to insanity
He travels contemplating the complexities
in humanities innumerable technologies.
Humanity distracted and refracted so
disconnected from the reality
Rather led by faculty they will continue
Desecration and obliteration
Which leaves one more reality...
Annihilation...
Galactic curls in spirals swirl, entwining twisted mystery,
where time unrolls in blackened holes, no longer bright and blistery,
but writ like runes on starry dunes enclosed in cosmic history
Galactic dust, from novas' gusts, congesting empty spaces
once fatefully flung beyond the tongue of burnt out astral traces,
may recompress and coalesce in distant times and places
Galactic dwarves, like ancient wharves with silent planets mooring
yet still in spin though long done in, hide flares no longer soaring -
magnetic webs of eons ebb, in thermal fusion roaring
Galactic tides warp space divides, call forth sublime creation
while bending clocks in rippled shocks, unfolding time dilation
that seems to crown the flowing gown of pulsars' pulsed gyration
Galactic stew, a seething brew, midst background noise and chatter
like Chaos reigns, the sole remains of missing antimatter,
with just a trace to form a space-time, curved or somewhat flatter
Galactic glue holds something new: dark energy and matter
that interacts and counteracts the ancient Big Bang splatter:
a cosmic soup of strings and loops, a universal batter
Galactic life's replete and rife 'neath lactic milky wafer,
though solar gales leave unseen trails of cosmic rays, the strafer;
but nonetheless, one must confess, it seems there's nowhere safer
Submitted 21 Aug. 2016