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Did ole boris? gisell'a; and eppy too, go full
Bore' at a menager'i au troix.? Are there
videos to view? Right now we are seeing much bally-who? Its a sleazy scene that invades
My mind.' I'm sure a tellin you
( its quite un-kind ') we hear of
ministrial errors.' We face lies, rumour;
and terrors; yet more..Reality is coming
out, the swamp now has bled, we see
trial and error; with great trails of dead' as survivours always the same have said. It seems the pitfalls are many, and the informaition
Comes in shreds, sickening visceral acts
Are relayed, there are claims and counter
Even legal process has been halted;
delayed and Re-started; relied upon, and yet seems distorted? A sad tale of those who our betters would be' ending up as also rans
In as far as good posterity, those who once
Assembled together, now scramble to hide
As we learn, at least six million pieces of our puzzle reside, in a justice system? plus only God knows what else besides.? The doings of darkness; by princes and popes.'
kings maybe cavorting..there is salasciousness by tropes, there is torture and gore; and painfull gripes, the drinking of blood this is evil rife.' Are there lucifarian
Interests? Illuminate these claims' good
Lord reveal all those, of in-fame..From gutter creepers, to filthy tunnel keeoers, let the evil fables be made open' even fabian troves, let us smash the bloodied altars
And up-root the darkling groves.'
I never heard words from newborn.
But lastnight i heard those words.
Please leave my napie, leave me ,you are hutting me,ooh it is really painfull.
Those are words from newborn.
Screming of newborn in your ears is a best music.
Tears of newborn on your tongue is a best sweetness.
If you dont see newborn blood you wont sleep.
If you do not see newborn casket your tears won"t stop fall.
If you do not untie napie now one can able to see your teeth.
You buried your love where the diedbody sleep.
To fulfil your victory.
If no so, it will be difficult to you to accomplish.
That is why you ressurection from love to cruel.
That is why you immersed your love.
If not so, your dream will essential.
Now you are accoplished your mission...
Now you are proffesional of newborn hunt.
poem by ndidzulafhi patric munyai
Sometimes men need forgiving
When they don't know how to ask
Words really are unmintionable
If painfull the recent past
A womans heart is fragile
When given to the man she loves
She knows she can't take it back
But only be scorned by love
Hear her silence roaring
Like a lioness looking for cubs
See her eye's exploring
The soul of the one she loves
Feel her motionless body
When seeking the littlest kiss
Her memory totally empty
Of any shared bliss
How can I fix this
How can I fix this
How can I fix this!
I'm on my bended knees
I would do most anything
If I could only please
The thing that once was living
The thing that I once had
Please give it back
It's the only thing that matters
The thing that I lack
I can love unselfishly
And you would be my queen
Remember what I am to you
And wipe the record clean
I won't stray beyond your reach
And we shall be as one
Perhapes to bring us closer
This awful thing was done
Is there a pill, a prayer or principle
to undo the damage of many years?
To suppress my emotions
or hide the truth?
to make gone with the old,sinfull nature?
I have searched all over,
tried every DIY-solutions,
but all have fallen short
and been found wanting.( Daniel5:27)
Its time to get to the roots,
to humbly face the truth,
regardless of pain and fear.
For the time has come,
the season has dawned (Ecclesiastes 3:1),
For Him who began the good work in me,
to continue this slow and painfull process,
the long-suffering, continues moulding -
for the final outcome -
To be transformed in His image,
the likeness of Christ. (Philipphians 1:6)
Form:
there is only one woman
in the whole wide world
one thing that matters
this certian girl
and she fills my mind
both days and nights
her loveliness is my delight
a loveliness i can not requite
so quiet lies my tongue
that would confess so much
about desire for a simple touch
heartless to tell anyone
about this crush
especially her, i love her that much
better to live with a dream
than deal with rejection
secrets are kept for my protection
painfull are the places
we learn this lesson
spending the most of our lives
hiddng from rejection
a man begins to wonder
what is this thing that has me bound
why is her name a wonderful sound
why am i the only one that
watches her the way that i do
i thought i had the answer
but i do not have a clue
hopeing that she'd notice that i never
denighed her any request
and that she would stay longer
and that was my only test
start a conversation
maybe start a kind of relation.
why do i see her imperfection
as the most beautiful thing i have searched
and count it as the only worth
that held me bound to the earth
that kept me sound to sanity
and insanity where my minds
looks for moments that we share
looking for opportunity to dare
and hope that you have a snare
to entangle me somewhere
where my imagination
has went wild.
For yes, I have seen it with my own eyes, I have seen it.
They call it by a name, but from the name you'll never comprehend it
Her eyes will never leave mine, her face will haunt me all my life, I guarantee it
Her scream, so painfull, the sound of a soul cry
Rubble and mud and rain and cold
Yes, you can see that I'm alive, but inside now I'm dying
For she was there, right in my sight
A knife she held so tightly by her side
I shouted for her to release the knife
She ran at me screaming
I squeezed the trigger, she fell to her knees
The knife, she dropped beside her bleeding
As I approached she screamed at me a name
Then said to dig, to dig in the rubble
To dig, she dug with the knife, her nails and fingers broken.
I turned to see the rubble to realise
As I looked back into her eyes
Baby, daughter were her last words alive
So, yes I know where war resides, and I know I'll never find her
A baby killed by war, a mother killed by sacrifice
A baby alone and lost on the other side
So, give me back that bloody knife
And I'll and go and find her baby if I have to dig like her with a bloody knife, if I have to dig to find her for the rest of my life.
one last poem
You would never have to share me
If you would only claim me for your own
No one has touched me
I have friends
and then I have closer friends
But I love you
But leaving me
you gave me away
I cannot bear the pain
You speak as if you were the only one
who had things to forgive and forget
ButI femember a few things too, a few who's
"i'm only a man" was your lame excuse
"Your are more beautiful than the night"
"Winter is cold, you are warm"
and each of them wore different
feminine names.
I don't want to share either
Not your love. your desires, your body
any of it.
I deserve to be everything to a man
I deserve to be enough
So walking away at this late date
comes late for me
You left long ago
I cried for you to come back
My esteem lessened with each blow
each name
Still i love you and want you
but need to be enough for you
no fooling around
no games
no surprises
BY Catie Lindsey
"Responce"
i would'nt share you with anyone
i would'nt share you with the world
or with one single solitary soul
and I ponder God himself
no one should touch you
lest you lose your reproach
but all my love
depends on this
all or nothing
you speak of friends
as if they were close relatives
as if you have the right
to spend time alone
"Nay!" i am only a man
trust has foolishness out grown
i too reminess the things of the past
some too painfull
to remember
having shared with
kings and beggers
scorn and wrath
"He's just a friend."
such a lame excuse
how convienient and proper
for such use
for the crime of infidelity
men don't forgive
and they don't forget
it is a tormentor
that like the fires of hell
never go out
and violence to the soul
ruins the sane
Don't worry about my faults
worry about your own
i don't want to share you
with anyone or anything
i want to be enough
but if walk away i must
on that you can trust
for a little bit of love
and a tiny bit of lust
my esteem destroyed
with one blow
and still i love and want you
are you in
or are you out
BY J H Loving III
THERE ARE THREE
STAGES IN LIFE
WHICH WE AS HUMANS
GO THROUGH…
STAGE ONE…
WE GET BORN INTO
A WORLD UNKNOWN
WHERE THERE ARE
NO BOUNDRIES
AND ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES
OF WHAT WE WANT
TO BECOME
AND ACHIEVE
STAGE TWO…
WE GROW UP, LIVING
OUR LIVES
WE GO TO SCHOOL,
COLLAGE ETCETERA
WHERE WE GAIN KNOWLAGE,
GROWING IN CHARACTER
AND LEARNING FROM OUR MISTAKES
WE FORGET ABOUT THE PAST,
LIVE IN THE PRESENT
AND LOOK FORARD TOWARDS
THE FUTURE
WE MAKE CHOICES,
GO THOUGH CHALLENGES
AND MAKE COMMITMENTS
STAGE THREE…
BEFORE WE END UP
IN ONE OF TWO PLACES
WE GET JUDGED
ON HOW WE LIVED OUR LIVES
THE END RESUALT
CAN BE REWARDING OR PAINFULL
WE EITER END UP IN HEAVEN
OR IN HELL….
Wheres the common ground
You remember
That ground we both stood on together
Through thick and thin
Whether lose or win
We were both all in
Sink or swim
Or stretched too thin
We boldly took a stand
Walked hand in hand
Claimed our land
And feared no man
Whether in the fire or frying pan
We stuck to the plan
Did the best we can
But look now
How far youve wandered
My tender heart now laundered
Our happiness squandered
For a moment of bliss
From a strangers kiss
Tossing to the winds the true love you missed
Left with shattered memories to remeniss
Wondering how you could do this.
But i wont write letters
Nor will i phone
Ill just bow out gracefully on my own
Sit quiety destroyed but never let it be shown
How much it hurts to be alone
Holding back tears and inner groans
Until comes the day
I finally wear a smile
Thru all the painfull lonely miles
Maybe its been destiny all this while
And perhaps to learn from all these trial
So God can lead me to truly smile.
And put uncommon ground in a far away file.
All those painfull little memories
so neatly stuffed down inside,
Helped to build the wall around my heart
Where my soul chose to reside.
So many scars and battle wounds
Only God alone can see,
But these are things he destined my life to carry,
To build the character of me.
So today i am much stronger
than i ever thought that i would be,
And ive gathered some wisdom and some patience,
On the journey to be free.
I find im not hasty to get angry
And I think before i speak,
I stand my ground when i know im right
To show that im not weak.
People can love or hate me
I cant determine how they choose,
But i will not carry a grudge or hate,
Because my inner peace i just cant lose.
So if i seem withdrawn and choose
not to socialize,
Its because the only thing that matters
Is how God sees me in his eyes.