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Theory of A.Llumination. Part1

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To expand the mind is to find the Time,
To explore, to see and play some.
Be the mysteries of life and see sum,
of the intriguing clues left behind.

For instance, "On the One" you can find,
A Roman number left in a line, at the base.
At the start of the step that defines the Ace.
One. And it reads....be...

1000 to the M,
500 Ds then,
CC on the Note?
They left some quotes to find when,
L is for Love, half and half from Above,
XX their kisses you see. V is for peace and
yes, I can see. How to be, this.

How to be.ace for the Pe.ace. Yes...

On the One, Day of May in the Q of '76,
a spark appeared, it flared in the mix,
in the air it flew, around the Earth too
and then it landed, inside of You.

Marked the day indeed, on a pole
put a ribbon, in a bowl put a reed.
Then get a bird and plant a seed.
It's Time to Be.

Freedom rang a familiar song,
recorded the day and called it Long.

We worked for it. Put a heart there too.
We built this garden to nourish you.
It's Time you knew.

MDCC so you could be aware, 1700
is the count in the air. Adding
LXXVI to the mix.
That gives us the rest of the 76.

A year we call our independence.
56 signed, in gentle One.ness.
Giving us the Chance to be. All This.

They left a CC, on the note, with a kiss. XX

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Illuminati (plural of Latin illuminatus, "enlightened") is a name that refers to several
groups, both historical and modern, and both real and fictitious.

This movement was founded on May 1, 1776

The year 1776 is celebrated by the United States of America as the official beginning of
its nationhood. 1776, or MDCCLXXVI, is the number shown at the bottom of the pyramid on
the American dollar bill, and on the tablet held by the Statue of Liberty.

July 4 is the 185th day of the year (186th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There
are 180 days remaining until the end of the year. Aphelion, the point in the year when the
Earth is farthest from the Sun, occurs around this date.
Wiki.
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Premium Member Live, Laugh, Love

Live life to its fullest, each and every day
Is there any good reason to live another way
Visualize happiness and happiness here will stay 
Even in times of trouble, is what the wise men say

Laughing every day is a goal we all should set
And laughing at ourselves is a better target yet
Unhappy people are those we should forget
Greeting each day with laughter you never will regret
Happiness is contagious; a disease I hope I get

Love is a gift that we should give to one another
Opportunity abounds to love others like a brother 
Victims of hate are slow to fully recover
Encourage you, I do, to be a Liver, a Laugher and a Lover
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Premium Member Days

Gone are the mellow days the mild days
Now are the days when the color of your pen
Matches your shirt...

These are the days between the days
The days you don't know what I mean days
The 28 year days
The sliding Voice days
The days of great thought, great hunger
Of long lighted days and
Wet creamy days and
Unspeakables, those days
The days of drafts and mildew
The shadow days
The days of longing return
The unfluorescent days
Scattered days
The rare kid-like soda days
The "travel on!" Nowhere Man's days
The unknighted days
The days that watch for night
Suspiciously
Schismically
Detached days
Days of disconnect
Floating down our Broad Bannister
Each bumping nob another day
De day de day de day de day
And to bed you go my baby
Another day awaits...

Ahoy!
I see Her!
The Day!

Why Mom and Dad Didnt Love Me

He sat on the back steps of his house,
Looking at the sky,
Trying to figure out "Why?",
Why did the  people who was suppose to love him made him sad,
All the time,
How could they be so mean to him,
They made him feel like dirt, like nobody.
He often tried to look for a sign that things will get better,
But they never did,
He prayed night and day for solace,
But still non came,
"why?" he asked  again did he have to be treated this way.
 
 
One day he ran away where he thought no one could find him,
He thought to himself they would be free now,
They didn't have any burden anymore,
A family found him age 8  years old wondering the streets,
They asked "where are your family ?",
He said "I have non they're dead",
They felt sorry and took him in.
One day the same family saw a flyer on a window ,
With the sames little boy picture ,
It said "Missing Boy 8 years old,Son of Carol and James",
The family was confused they wondered why he said he didnt have any family,
When they asked he said they didnt love him.
 
That day when the little boy was taken back to his real family ,
His Mom and Dad was in tears ,
They told him they were sorry for taking him for granted ,
And made him feel like he was a nobody,
They loved him more than anything but their personal issues ,
Were taken out on him,
Fron that day was a new beginning for that little boy.
He was finally happy and felt like he belonged
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Just Cant Help But Love You My Ceizar

just cant help but love you my ceizar 





for each and every day i miss you 

each and everyday becomes harder to be so far away from you 

each and everyday i miss you more and more 

my tears fall once more 

as i lay alone at night missing you, an angel appears do not fear my dear 
your ceizar is here to send love to you tonight 

for don't cry ,your safe now my dear no 
one can hurt you anymore 

so to my dear ceizar i send a wish to you tonight of my love to you is so true 

i send my heart ,to protect you each night until I'm resting with you 

for blue day to dark night 
for rainy day to Grey skies 

to sunshine of love for you 

i know are love is true 

so i just wanted to tell you i love you forever my ceizar souza
Form: Verse


You and Me

It was broken, 
the thing I cherished the most
But, Love is not a token

So,its natural that I feel hurt,
As life kind of smirked
as I  felt abjected
And the worst.

But I am not weak,
Neither I’ll give up
I will move on 
With a memory of the past

Lets just see who wins
Either you’ll come and I will
Forget  what happened in the past

Or you wont and I will 
Forgive and forget my PAST.
But my present and future
Is in my hands, so I make a vow to
myself that I will not think about you right now

Just hope that one day 
you realize that what’s gone.
I may not be the best
But perhaps being honest
Is not good for you
I may not be the veteran
But being innocent  aint good for you
I am not false
But may be the truth isn’t good for you


So,may be one day I realize
That even though I am not bad
But dreaming about you is not good for me.
may
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Once Upon a Christmas 1954 Part 2

.          We worked it out on paper and realized if we saved our ten cents a week allowance, 
it would take years to pay for them, so we decided we needed to get a job.  So began our 
first enterprise ‘Hal and Elaine’s snow Removal.’

	Each day after school we would go door to door offering to shovel the snow from 
sidewalks and driveways for a fee of twenty- five cents.  Each day we would return home 
with our frozen hands clutching a quarter and our minds clutching the visions of those 
bicycles as we prayed for snow once again.

	Mom had taken a job working from home.  Each night she would soak piles of 
leather pieces to soften and stretch over balls of twine to stitch together the next day 
making a baseball.  She was paid five cents for each one that met their standards.  Mom 
stitched hour after hour, day after day until her fingers bled.

	Dad would come home from Camp Borden after many hours of hard labor and 
army maneuvers to have supper and make us giggle and laugh with his outrageous stories of 
the day’s events.  After supper he would leave again returning much later with red and blue 
paint stains on his hands and a tired smile on his face.

	The days flew by in a blur as we shoveled up and down the streets dreaming of 
those bicycles that grew more solid with every quarter we put in our piggy banks.  I would go 
to sleep each night and ride through towns and cities and over hills and through valleys until 
I heard the sound of buoy bells ringing in the harbor.

	I would pedal faster and faster, knowing I was almost there.  I could see my old 
home just down the road.  As the bells got louder, I would slowly awake to the truth as the 
alarm clock wound down on the night stand.  Once again I would head off for school and 
stand daydreaming, peering at that gleaming bicycle in the window of the bicycle shop.

	Suddenly – Christmas was almost upon us and we needed to buy mom and dad a 
present, so we pulled the plug on the piggy bank and tool our loot, a total of four dollars each 
to Woolworth’s

                                               continued in part 3.....
Form: Narrative

Life Down Here Is Just a Strange Illusion

A boy slept every night,
but never had a dream.
One day he dreamt of a girl,
but she was unknown to him.

He thought all day, 
all night for her.
The next day in the bus stop,
he had just shivered.
A girl with curly hair,
sitting just before.
Waiting for a bus to catch,
and she looked so bored.
When she walked into, 
it was 20 passed four.
The boy just blurred,
"Please wait for a little more"

Next day again, 
she came in his dream.
he just thought that,
he was having a blessing.
That day he again, 
waited for her.
waited till the, 
twinkle of a star.

He came back home,
and waited for that dream,
but that night he had,
dreamt no dream.
he realised of having 
such illusion
his dreams were big, 
but had no truth in this connection..
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Pledge

On that rainy day, in a weird 
way,
i met you in the bus stop.
We just gazed, had nothing to 
say,
our love felt like a growing crop.

Next day we met again,
we met cuz we r destined..
That day had no rain,
we both noticed, we are blind.

Blind in eachothers love,
but that day you felt so shy.
Now i see my moon far above,
and that really makes me cry...

That day was raining too,
when you moved away.
This blind heart was crying for 
you,
cuz the life in it just flew away.

Now this heart needs no 
oxygen,
not in need of rain.
It's just murmering now and 
then,
oh! Please come again....
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Good-Bye

The sun in the sky can only last as long as you stay,
So since you've been gone all my sunny days are oh so far away,
And every day that comes with you as a memory, 
Reminds me of a better place and time that love did capture me,
As love's prisoner I felt no shame to be caught up in your arms, 
The feeling I get when you hold me close caused me no alarm,
But now the end has ran its course and time has brung end to the trial,
And left me alone in a pool of tears that stretches for miles,
Indeed I hope your life is better since the day you parted me,
For there is no since in such a wretched wish damning both of us to misery,
In this tell I leave behind to shadow with no trace,
The sad day that came to past that I would no longer see your face,
In time though I know for sure my grievance will wither down,
But the burden that hangs in my heart right now exceeds the weight of a thousand pounds,
So I shall drain what little I can to spare my heart some room,
And sing today my saddest song that awfully sad tune
Form: Ode

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