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Lord God,
All people have problems and troubles in the world.
Provide children someone to love and be loved,
Help them have someone to walk with as far as they wish.
Give them wisdom or understanding and knowledge to do what is right and what is wrong.
Help children have strength and courage to face their oppressors who tease and bully them
Those who gather socialize and trade their images
Children who are being rape and abuse
Enlighten people to realize their horrifying acts
Please help children choose the right decisions to the things that happens
Help the children's attitude towards people.
Give them fortitude or strength to hope for their brighter future
Help them reach their teenage years in peace
Give them courage to face their trials,
Perseverance to strive hard to reach their best and be successful
Help them have Patience and Tolerance when dealing with hardships
Comfort them mentally and physically to be calm.
We ask this through Your Son, Fr. Christ
Who lives and reigns with You forever and ever.
Amen
Love is a complicated feeling, they say,
Understanding its depth isn't like child's play.
But isn't love as simple as breathing, I ask,
Who knew that fate was planning a cruel task.
Love is liberation, salvation, they say,
But what about the ones drowning in gray?
What about the feeling that you could taint someone pure—
Their charm, their smile, their allure.
Love burns, love scars, they say,
But what can the shattered souls say?
How to explain that the broken can't be mended by the kind,
Because their fiercest enemy is their mind.
Love stories of forever and beyond, they say,
But some sit and watch the unfolding of that play.
Those are the ones who aren't sure about their days,
Because they are lost in an eternal haze.
May all the broken souls find love, I say,
But I know their road to love isn't child's play.
They carry the guilt of the purity they slew,
And unfortunately, that guilt drowns them too.
What is it to seeing the world differently
To see as a pure soul understanding being
To be as nature,to love other critters equal
To see another just as they are
There is no color only kindness to be share
We are raised a harsh world we live
Where people walk the same dreams they fight
The same steps and journey they find themselves
To look as deep the belief of God, goodness & kind
The laws are not hard to believe as it is of truth
To look deep in your soul,to perfect perfection is change
Seeing the world differently,we all bleed & breathe the same
To better ourselves is to change the soul existing
To feel inside a feeling of unquestionable reason
Who we are our hearts share a smile and greeting
Being human, such love we share even in grief
To love a pet is to love another even to nurture
Just as the day is nurchi so be the hope's for life
So be each its own, that our boundaries know no limits
To love is to overcome hatred, just a breath away
To be differently known speaking different language
Life is just you & me,US seeing the world differently
While we share same dreams of hope,love &peace be strong
The same we fight, seeing the world differently
Through it thus make us strong in ourselves
#Her_unique_story
From a distance, my thoughts provoked, gazed in with deep mesmerization, saw only the fine linens God had embroiled her silky soft texture with, forgot that she too was human before all, so many stories her archive posses, I chose only to hear the tales which would make my heart twinkle,
but she had a story in particular, the uniqueness I have heard of, now honoring my presence, a unique story she carried, in all the soft edges of her voluptuousness, got lost in her voice, it was a question she asked but my ears consumed only melodies, a melting pot of my attention, liquidized before my eyes, after a while realized I was been spoken to, oh! Heaven have mercy,
a beautiful rose, her name recites, I heard rockets blowing out of my eardrums, after effects of her voice, so ***** I fell upon my knees, attacked by her attraction, felt and filled her presence with my magical touch, automated smiles running flawlessly on her facial, knew my codes, were granted access, indeed met a female dinosaur and she gave me a fire conversation,
her story broke, its a yesterday she had, chaining her to step any further from it, a smile turning sour, with one eye as a passing hose from her bleeding soul, filling her lenses, the mood dims, reaches some climax so up raptly, forced to provide tissue words,
a bond germinates, her story stirs hidden emotions, wondering why though, answers at no avail, some wind blows wisdom and understanding to my sense, and I say "if not you, who then?
Her story woke my silent demons, intrigue fills my heart, how so beautiful being goes through such, realised the beauty in her trauma, my art eye spots, all the drawing her yesterday contributed in making her the ornament I just can't get enough of,
pain indeed beautified her unique story, the freckles on her face, so perfectly placed, making her all uniqueness dazzling for the public to admire, a plain evidence that her story is unique, her unique story
#Poetic_Ink
I am a lot of things
I am a mother
I am a child
I am a sister
I am a friend
I am someones lover
I am unfortunately someones wife
I am always afraid of doing the wrong thing and of making mistakes
I feel sooo much at one time
I feel loss
I feel love
I feel a burning hatred that runs sooo deep
I feel confusion of where I am going and what I am doing
I feel lost and without any understanding
I am who I am and what I am
I know I am not perfect and neither is anyone else
I am tired of being judged by my past
I made my mistakes don't want them thrown in my face
If I had not made those mistakes I would not be who I am
Take me or leave me I am who I am and make no more apologies
Love me, hate me I don't care anymore
I am tired of being nice and keeping my mouth shut
I am tired of not being allowed to be me
I am not an easy woman to love
I am complex and simple ALL at once
I want love and need love but will live without it if I have to
Take your best shot because I am.......ME!
Looking out the window at the world, I wonder,
Is there a consciousness that permeates every living cell,
Something that stitches together all life into a vast symphony,
Singing a score written by a solitary omnipotent hand?
Or is it all just a random scattering, discrete forms released
Into a mindless algorithm, biased towards the instinct to survive?
A world where even charity and love are mere selected attributes
To bring social advantage, just clever tricks to win the game of evolution.
What then is art—a sublime melody sung by the human soul,
Or just a construct of the mind, fabricated in the brain's workshop,
An instrument to keep our species occupied, nothing more than an evolutionary remedy
To prevent madness, while we are bound to our biological imperatives?
Yet so much seems superficial in the simple act of survival.
We build libraries, galleries, and concert halls, spaces to house
Evidence that we might be something more.
Is there something inside us that refuses linguistic reduction,
Something of an unearthly essence, pointing toward something deeper?
The heart yearns for a meaning beyond charts and graphs,
In moments when the stars mirror our deepest questions,
And moonlight floods our rooms with ethereal whispers.
Are we merely puppets orchestrated by unseen hands on a cosmic stage,
Or creators of our own stories, weaving magic through our art?
In silence, as the tapestry of night envelops the world,
This quest for understanding leaves traces in the sands of my consciousness,
Where thoughts glimmer like fireflies, each a tiny beacon illuminating the unknown.
The soul swims in the deep, seeking answers among the inner galaxies,
While outside my window, life continues its silent and mysterious dance.
I am snapping and popping in oranges and grays
Falling into myself, starting from zero, and rebuilding
Like a phoenix, I die and rebirth, over and over,
Enjoying my transformation each time learning something
Humans sometimes do not understand me,
Goddess of Fire, but I am easy for those who do.
People who are constantly reinventing themselves,
Geminis for sure, and some Aquarians.
I know they are not supposed to be fire signs,
But many are, and make no apologies for it.
Understanding that remaining in one element
Is stagnant and boring
Staring into a fire, wishing they were reducing
And reimagining themselves in a new form
This is what fire is all about. I am their goddess.
When I see them staring into me, I recognize their need.
It's not that I'm right or you're right, it's understanding. Compromising is what we sometimes must do
Being a husband and father
Are more important than what's not. I must work and so must you. I know you work twenty four hours a day and I only work forty plus hours a week.
There is a big difference I know, but I want you to understand that I'm tired too. I want to help you all that I can, but I'm so tired I can barely stand.
I want to be a good man
And I want do what I can
It's so important for me to be there for you. I want you to know how much I love you.
That I'm always here for you.
Just understand I'm sometimes tired too.
David W Carter
4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse
The last book of the Bible-Revelation, has intrigued and terrified many a reader in the last 2,000 years or so since it was penned. If you don't like religious writings I suggest you check out of this one. I wrote this not to scare anyone but rather to inform those who care to know, the true meaning of this enigmatic write.
(For reference purposes please see Revelation chapter 6; Matthew chapter 24; and Luke chapter 21.)
In Revelation 1:1-3, we see that Jesus Christ is the one who gave this vision to the Apostle John, so that all would know how future events would unfold, and would give his faithful (Christians) hope for the future. (see verse 3 which shows that those who read this book of prophecy could be happy even during these turbulent times)
In Revelation chapter 6 we see described the 4 horsemen of the Apocalypse.
First the rider on the white horse (evidently Jesus Christ)
Second is described a rider of a fiery (red) colored horse.(World war)
Third is described a rider on a black horse. (World wide famine)
Fourth is described a rider on a pale colored horse.
(War, Famine and Pestilence)
Each of these horsemen are symbols of what is foretold to occur in the period the Bible calls the "last days" or "end times".
When a comparison is made between these parallel accounts (Revelation 6; Matthew 24; Luke 21) we can discern they are one and the same in meaning.
They were all prophecies spoken by Jesus to his faithful followers as to what they could expect to happen before his second coming.
They describe a period of time where Worldwide war, Famine Deadly plague and Great earthquakes would occur at an unprecedented (never before seen) scale.
Those who choose to know, and understand, find hope (not fear) in these words of the book of Revelation.
May these difficult times find you searching for understanding in God's Word the Bible.
If you do read it, you will no doubt find comfort in knowing that these difficult times are what precedes, a wonderful new world, paradise restored here on earth under one government, God's Kingdom! See Rev21:3,4
April 21,2020
John Derek Hamilton
Self respect
We use to be together
All season before now
Long years past we were always
Birds with same feathers
We fly and live together
But not too long
Little do we know that one day
We are bound to separate
Am sorry my friends
Am doing good with out you
I found a way that most of you
Refuse to see reason on
You choose who you want to be
So do I my good friend
I own you no apology for the new me
I still remain your friend
Despite the changes and challenges
You got to understand me so
We can continue to relate
But remember I will not
Allow our relationship to make me lose my
Self respect
Self respect
Sometimes silence are better than words
Sometimes distance are better off
Than togetherness in nothingness
There is no friendship among
The sheep's and the lions
If you can't flow on my frequency
Then we can't relate properly
Remember everyone got an opinion
Don't hate me cos mine is different
We cant still build an understanding
Despite who we chose to be
All I need is a friend like a brother
A friend like a lover
Corporation instead of competition
If you truly love me
Respect my silence
Respect my Ways
Honour my pride and
Please don't touch my
Self respect