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This day has resulted to something I have to confess.
I am greatly and deeply in Love with you.
My soul ponders anytime I just think of you.
Your face has increased the number of chambers my heart has.
I long to be your groom,, while you be my Bride.
Your beauty have I known right from time past,
and admired ever since I saw you.
I will feel so Jealous if you commit yourself to some one else.
And your time, shared grossly with another,
even if that person is your family.
Come to my empire of Love,
which flows with wonders of happiness and peace.
Give me the chance to prove to you,
that Love actually takes two to manifest.
come into my arms which are wide open
and feel the passionate warmth of my embrace.
Just as in all the books of Love.
My kisses overflow with the deepest passion of everlasting desires.
Desires not of lust,, nor of unquenching taste.
But that of fullness,, completeness and fulfillment.
I may be using too many big words here.
or using figurative expressions in this sincere letter of mine.
or even trying to make it look like a poem.
But all in all, I just want to say one thing.
I LOVE YOU LIKE I HAVE NEVER LOVED BEFORE
This is a special letter, coming from a special person
To another special person, on a special timing.
I really want to be that special person in your life
The one who will be your everything.
Your man, your soul mate, your dream
Your desires, your passion, your life.
Your present, your future, your hope,
Your love, your happiness, your peace.
Your laughter, your inspiration, your joy.
I want to be there for you always even when I am not there.
I want to store my name and soul in your heart
So that wherever you are ,there I will be also.
After God, I want you to be next in my Life.
I want you to want me and love me like I do.
I want our feelings to be complementary to each other.
All my wants and needs sum up to one thing.
I want to have your love.
Just give me the chance to be your man
To be your one and only.
To be everything you had ever wanted
I don’t know how else to say this
And this is becoming too plenty to be real.
And not even a million scriptures
with a million pages each are enough
for me to express a negligible amount
of how I need you and feel towards you;
even if this is too voluminous to remember,
Just remember one thing sweet heart,
And that is………..
I LOVE YOU BABY.
now that the casey anthony extravaganza is
over,
the vultures begin to fly round the carcass
wanting in on whatever bit of
rotting meat
is leftover---
anthony is said to make at least $750,000 from
a book deal, while the television & movie industry is
foaming at the
mouth,
eagerly awaiting her release
(actually it doesn’t even matter if she gets released, as she
is free to sign on to any financial endeavor while still behind
bars)---
no one could have put it better than linda konner, a literary
agent in nyc, when she said
“anything with a mother and a dead child tends to attract lots of
attention.”
regardless of how you personally feel about the verdict
(if you care at all),
consider yourself lucky to not be a florida state tax payer,
as due to the fact that anthony was facing the death penalty,
the stakes went up when it came to defending her---
it is estimated that the court trial & all relevant costs, etc.
will sum up to be $4.5 million dollars.
casey anthony’s offer by vivid entertainment,
to make a pornographic film was retracted
by co-chairman, steve hirsch because after seeing the
public’s reaction,
he figured his company could not make money off her
afterall.
now,
consider for a moment those that were weeping, saying that they
lost their faith in the justice system---
better yet,
consider what was happening in the rest of the world over the
weekend besides the anthony case,
like
6,000 inmates in 11 california prisons being on hunger strike
this past weekend because of
“torturous & inhumane conditions”---
or perhaps
the
14
MORE
AFGHAN
CIVILIANS
killed yesterday in a US/NATO airstrike in khost province
(with 8 of the 14 being children) &
then
think about those that felt that they had lost their faith in
the US
justice system---
that same system that is supposed to be soooooooo great
that we are compelled to bring it to other countries
with airstrikes, troops & drones.
alas,
if a young white girl & her dead baby would work as a
formula to draw attention to all of the reasons to lose faith in
the US
justice
system,
we could simply give her photo-ops at all of the afghan operations &
for the prison hunger strike,
have her parade through cali’s prison population
for
starters.
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Humility is Innocent,
and free -
evolving through-
life continually-
aspiring before-
God-and-man to-
move in Gratitude -
and being Heavenly,
and Gracious, Tenderly-
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remaining-Unconditionally-
Faithful-to-This-Principal,
and Overtly-Willing-to-
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Unity with-the-
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itself; before the-
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Thank you.
I would like to thank particularly as I am adopted my many Mothers, and Fathers, family's
and friends and the family whom I am not with now of my marriage ... . Your patience with
me along with God's the time shared is the reason I stand here today.
My work was mainly inspired by one of the greatest poets I believe to ever live. I believe with
all that was in him he wrote, and with all that was in him he lived for what he wrote. Mainly
two poems. Among others. The poems *Mending Wall* & *The Road Not Taken.*. Written By
none other than *Robert Frost*. These two poems sum up all of his work I believe, as well as
mine. I wrote a poem inspired by both. Here it is. The words of this poem form in the shape
and reference a picture of me as a lad, also center alined it forms an open vessel ready to be
filled. ""Written for my angels ((INSPIRATION") Raquel, and Jonathan. "Take-untrodden-
paths, LIVE... !""
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I Believe in You- A short letter to America
By Curtis Johnson
Dear America,
At times, I have doubted myself and questioned you
I have cried bitter tears over you, but never doubted you
The real you is not all that we see, or even all that we feel
My core beliefs sum up the real me, as is the case with you
In despair, I found that the core of you always gave me hope
Out of the core, true life flows, and your core has drawn masses from afar
When many of your people were denied their rights and forsaken,
I believed in you. When your sacred laws were broken, I believed in you
When people were sold as property and terror tolerated, I was not here, but still, I believed in you
When a right is exercised and I disagree, I still believe in you
When an intolerance is expressed, I am sad, but yet, I believe in you
When your flag is burned or a church is bombed, I ache for you, but I continue to believe in you
When I see you in the Preamble, I see ‘me’ in ‘we the people’, and I believe in you
When I pledge allegiance to your flag and say, ‘under God’, I believe in you
When I read the address at Gettysburg about your government, it’s my government too. "This government of the people, for the people, and by the people shall not perish…” This government is yours; it is theirs; it is ours, and I believe in you.
O American, there are endless reasons for believing in you, but I shall close with the last sentence from The Declaration of Independence. For therein lies a summary of how much our founding fathers believed in you. “And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.”
O America, may God continue to richly bless you. May I and millions of others who have benefited from your blessings, be ever reliant upon Divine Provident ( GOD ). And may we too pledge all.
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Who will I be able to goof off with, at ALL hours, when you’re gone? Who will I be
able to SING with, that can carry a tune, better than anything I can ever do, when
you’re gone? Who will I be able to sit at the beach with for HOURS and stare at the
MOON with, when you’re gone? Who will I be able to sit with under the TREES and
listen to MUSIC in rain or shine, when you’re gone? Who will I be able to have
MENTAL CONVERSATIONS with just by looking at them, when you’re gone? Who will
make me LAUGH at the stupidest things, when you’re gone? Who will I be able to
share CAR RIDES with at 9 in the morning if gods forbid someone where to be in the
hospital, when you’re gone? Who will I WALK EVERYWHERE with, when you’re gone?
Who will be my LIFE CHANGING BEST FRIEND, when you’re gone? Looking back at
some of the memories I have with you, too many to list in one page, I suddenly
realize that loosing you, would be a disaster. I could never regret meeting anyone,
but…regret wouldn’t even come close if the lights went out again. I would lose
myself in the dark forever without you. There’s no ulterior motive in becoming your
friend. But I love having you in my life. I love having that person to goof off with. I
love having that person to go to the beach with and people watch. I love having
that person to sit and listen to music with and sing along with. I love having that
person who can read my mind when I don’t want to talk. I love having that person I
can sit across a table from and laugh my head off without him saying a single word.
I love having that person to talk to when I can’t sleep or am slowly going crazy. I
love having that person who when all my hope is gone who can give me a hug that
instantly makes everything better. I found my light, I found my savior from darkness,
I found him and I might be losing him. So to sum up what I’m trying to say without
coming across insane. I can’t lose you, so I’ll fight to keep you. I can’t imagine my
life without you, so I’ll fight to keep you. I can’t imagine darkness when my best
friend came along, so I’ll fight to keep you. I just can’t, so I’ll fight to keep you.
Love,
ME
Form:
God ! God ! Why have you forsaken me ! Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani by T. Wignesan
Opening the eyes requires such an immense effort
As if the entire sky were their eyelids
And the forehead how to hold it up raise the earth
To stare wide-eyed the space between the sticky eyebrows
In order to be able to see
All of a sudden the neatness of the slashes
Of black and white during the afternoon’s storm
A world of sharp detached angles
The exact banality of the tiniest things
All for nothing
So therefore it’s really for nothing he was going to die
On this stump of a cross his ankles frozen
By your atrocious coming and going to the beat of the
lapping
Inundating the cramped sinister woods
O ! the Crowd !
If the gallows were the Tree in the Garden
Indeed it has changed since Adam enjoyed its shade
So vast and dark in waves of palms towering high
The taste of these nocturnal waters rendered them insipid
The sky
Adam concentrated on the fruit and in the fruit the night
His eye was the ultimate star the most solitary
Someone wanted to destroy himself screaming into it
The hand already held the fruit. Of a sudden the anguish
Abated
Now the Tree is extirpated from all space
Its sap is concentrated in one monstruous fruit
This body where God is shrivelled up this Face
Of the Person in the désert of an over-populated world
This is the Man
God ! God ! Why have you forsaken me !
The Christ as pulp bruised empties itself in the depths of
the void
The entire spirit is drawn upwards by the cry
But the taciturn echo awaits that it enters into him
The Yes
This Yes that Adam has refused him in the Garden
Adam Christ uttered it out loud to sum up his tortures
Necessary that the act of abandonment be out of
proportion
And the cross the supreme echo of divine Names.
(La nouvelle naissance, O. C. t. I, p. 1088)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Colors of life
Sometimes you may think you know but life has a way of reminding you that you know nothing,
You may think you are strong only for your strength to fail you half way the journey,
Or worse still even before you make your first step.
You may think that you have the entire universe at the palm of your hands,
Or on top of the world with every one fighting for your attention,
But behold! In a split second it dawns on you that it was all vanity,
Your physician gives you a clean bill of health but hours later you’re swept by a mere common cold,
You think you are the wisest person of your time only to be brought down by a village idiot,
You think you have the courage to face tomorrow and all it brings your way,
But the realization that even today just ended by the sheer grace is heart rending;
Your heart is already too weak to take it anymore….
You are caught up between a hard place and a rock, very tough choices to make,
Unfortunately it’s your heart that is trapped in between and you are trading your own happiness,
You chose to let it flow oblivious of the turbulence and storm that threatens to cup size your boat,
And now the sea is stormy, rough and wild, threatening your very own existence,
You’re once haven of peace, tranquility and serenity is rocked with uncertainty,
And now a million dollar question; do you still let it flow or you give it up and just let it go?
The happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything,
They just make the most of everything taking each day as it comes with a brave smile,
Opening their eyes and ears to only those things which bring them joy…
Living each day the best way they could as though there is no tomorrow…
In only three words I can sum up all have learned about life-it goes on.
growing up,
s/he had been told that
“the eyes were the windows to the soul” &
as quickly as these things inevitably happen,
s/he decided for her/himself that this “soul” thing
was strictly a matter of imagination,
knowing full well that one had about as much of a chance in attaining such a thing
as one did throwing up fists full of sand into the mouth
when having thought only a moment ago,
the oasis was in fact a pool of clear light-greenish blue aqua---
then sitting in the corner of a quiet library,
one closes their eyes after reading bataille &
attempts the way to illustrate the artistry
the aurora borealis
the reflecting of moon beams &
the mirror-imagining of all vastly interesting shades of light
found in the iris of another
trouve dans la taille d'un autre grand les yeux,
how such wonder is harder to describe for those that don’t attribute everything to a
dreamt up imaginary friend---
for her/him,
even drawing the eyes of the one whose face they cannot free from their mind,
does not calm or bring comfort in the least &
the nonbeliever wants desperately to sum up what it is
that pulls them in,
what this other human being has within what seems like a purely
aesthetic
manifestation---
after all, they are only eyes, no?
with poetry, whipped up words,
one tries to bring their feelings to the surface
with song, with melody, with instruments & electronic embellishments,
one tries to impress, one tries to bring forth the wonder that another has
provoked within them,
certainly with paints, with the visual arts, with everything from great conversation to
a walk in the park
one takes the journey even further
still trying to come to terms with how they became so very
wrapped up in the magnificent allure of another’s
eyes.
and we cannot look away
and we cannot look away
and we cannot look away.
I'm looking for a place where greater minds unite
where maybe I could kick back relax and examine Mandelas' plight
where maybe I could compare the theories of Socrates, to your thoughts
or to the thoughts of Plato
or we might just examine the creativity of Van Gogh or Michelangelo
we might want to think and try to sum up all that they said Pharaoh did
or we might want to imagine what the Queen of Sheba as a young princess did
and if time travel is cool with you let's go and chat with Einstein
and as I tie his shoes let's listen to his blues and find out what troubled such a great mind
before they light the torch let's see if we can find any innocence in Joan of Arcs'
eyes
powerful woman, full of ambition, I wouldn't be surprised
maybe we could travel and try to unravel the mysteries of Stonehenge
then find out from the Indians whats up with the circular graves
then maybe we could travel south in time via way of our minds and undo the mysteries of the pyramids
then find out from Shaka Zulu Warrior King why attitude was all his
as we transcend lets find out rom King Solomon when he first realized he was wise, he was deep
then i'd take the balm from that sinner girl and I'd wash my own Masters feet
and as Delilah cut Sampson's hair off after she put him to sleep, I swear one of his dread locks i'd keep
I need a mental massage y'all I need to stimulate my mind an all
I need to know that right here, right now, we're all of one kind you know
one love, one peace, that will never cease
I need you to kick some knowledge to me and I'll do the same back at you
I'm just an average black girl, but in this world my ego is black and blue
So heal me, feel me, but by all means keep it true
Poets, Queens, Warriors, and Kings
Agape Love to you.
Space Sonnets
Sonnet 5
Time Machine
I ever wonder of this machine
If it be invented with sheen
If done who will own Gosh
Keeping it plush and posh
Will it take to systems afar
Is its door locked or ajar
Will it work on any thesis
On my gran’s E-mc2 basis
Will it take to our past
And show our future vast
I would like to go the time
Of WW1 and 2 super fine
Why London was on fire?
I try stop it using all wire..!!
Sonnet 6
Black hole
Ever intriguing is this hole
Let me sum up on the whole
Enigmatic region in space-time
Strong form of gravity rhyme
None can excape from it
For it controls even the heat
If enters anybody by mistake
Then his life is at super stake
It is like a labyrinth confusing
Though for us a stuff amusing
I doubt all the celestial weapons
Are in this hole secure unopen
The one who penetrates through
Will be a space traveller true..!!
Sonnet 7
Light Year
My measure to fathom
The light travel in annum
Soon I be equipped to
Spaceplore not return to
For my earth is a dust bin
The reason of my all din
Many light years I travel
With an awesome marvel
Thus making all predictions
Of my possible explorations
Would like to gush
From my space capsule Hush..!
To unravel the celestial enigma
To make my planet free of stigma..!
Sonnet 8
Men Are from Mars
Earthen qualities in full throttle
Martian virtues of war and battle
Can perform only one thing once
Unlike the species from Venus
Multitasking becomes a hurdle
For man from the Mars spatial
Gallant in character and nature
Sturdy in structure and stature
Alien from the counter gender
Still coexists donning harder
Always humiliated harshly
By the Venusian rashly
Bears tantrums during the role
Of being a progenitor sole..!!