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Lets Run Away For a Day

Let’s run away for a day 
If for nothing else than
To talk and to find out 
Just where we stand

Nothing held back 
For hours on end
Let’s run away for a day
Let’s make it our plan

Let’s run away for a day
So we can hug and hold too
Discuss what our souls want
Their undying truths

Let’s run away for a day
I’ll look deep in your eyes
For a day I can feel
That your smile is all mine

Let’s run away for the day
We can do as you wish
Let our fire burn hot
Or take turns and give

We can watch one another
We can tease or pretend 
Let’s run away for a day
Just let me know when

We’ve held to these feelings
Though we’ve gone separate ways 
Forever starts somewhere 
Let’s run away for a day
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Thoughts On A Sinking Ship


In the moonlit night of dreams, 
on the maiden voyage of supreme grandeur, 
destiny weaves in the arctic waters a tragic tale. 
As I stand on the sinking Titanic deck,
and hear the symphony of despair,
the swansong melody swirling in the ominous air,
fills my sinking heart while I wait 
with taut strings of senses stretched to be snapped,
for the ultimate embrace of the ocean.

Beneath the icy indigo waves of the drowning sadness,
I feel the load of lone despondency sink with my essence,  
and hear the distant bell of doomed destiny toll faintly
for me in sync with congealed rhythm of my last sigh.

The spray of anguish rises above the swelling waves
from the maelstrom of marine providence,
floats formless within the mind’s frosted visage, 
tries to make drops of tear to flow from forlorn eyes, 
like the rolling rills of rain on the face of fated foliage. 

Flushed by the deluge of the imminent calamity, 
all the cascades of thought aren’t yet lost in disarray,
for in lone clumps clinging till the end
to the edifice of undying hope they lie frozen 
as the splinters of memory in emotion deep, 
wait to silently wail for the promises I couldn’t keep. 
But looking back I see the snapshots of contentment, 
resplendent in the benevolent glow of God’s grace,
lighting now the last journey to the precinct of eternal bliss.

The wrecked ship is set to sink with my shattered heart, 
from the unfathomable depth I won’t be able to rise. 
The ordained time has come, creeping eerily in my veins,
for me to depart and say the final adieu,
enwrapped with the cloud of memory,  
shedding the last drop of concealed tears for you.

Wild Heart

Do not pretend you know how I feel or where I have been
You do not, not unless you have walked a mile in my shoes
You do not know what I speak of
It is an undying pain that never ends
No you really have no apparent clue
Yes I've prayed to Him up above

I have begged Him to take the hurt away
And let me move on with my life
Let me once again, have control
But, for now, here is where He has me stay
No fame or fortune, but with hurt, pain, and strife
It runs deep through my veins right down to my soul

Broken hearted is the definition of my life everyday
Chills are heated to my core
And cuts me down to the bone
My ends will not any longer meet and are withered and frayed
Leaves me longing for so much more
Silent voices speaking such volumes of quiet screams which are heard so clearly as one long 
moan

My misery runs endlessly deep
And it loves burning my mind and making sure I slowly lose my sanity
Look at me closely you will find that I am really falling apart
Here with barely anything but the emotions of being cold, lonely, and feeling weak
After awhile, though it is not so hard to believe all the calamity
I blame myself for all I go through still, it is the result of my wild, wild heart

Friends

Friendship is one with which most hold dear
It's something that is never judged or given out of fear
A relationship that is of mutual understanding and respect
An undying admiration in each and every aspect
Something so very sacred and true
You want to be there for them just as they have been there for you
You would answer that call or door in the wee hours of the night
You would listen all the time wishing you could make it alright
By each other through thick and thin
Because losing them due to anything would truly be a sin
Waiting there with open arms even if it causes you pain
Through every mistake you forgive because this friendship was not given in vain
You know each other so well that really no words need to be said
And let them know you will forever be there again and again
Even if for what they are doing your heart has bled
The feelings for them could never change
You care for them through it all just the same
Dedication that nothing or no one could ever divide
Reach out to them there is no need to hide
Sharing in your lifes' times of bad and good
Knowing right by your side is where they have always stood
Just having them there your world is a better place
So secure in what you have between you without them you would for surely lose that race
No matter what other people may think or what they may say
You know it's your friends that have been there for you and listened day after day
No matter what happens around us
We will always and forever keep that trust
I shouldn't have to say this
But I'm going to anyway
There was such unconditional emotions right from the very start
It's no wonder as to why you all have touched and are kept deep within my heart
I am so grateful to have the people in my life am honored to call them all my friends
What I feel for each and every one of you is love and devotion which never ends...
...you should know very well who you are...

Still Life

Slush of remaining snow
Mocks the glee of the day it fell
Like an old prostitute her first dream
Of maidenhood
The view doesn't move 
Fixed with rusty nails 
Of stars
And you say to yourself how nice it must have been 
For the ancients 
Thinking that the universe revolves around us
People gather in sheds
Cars, houses, clubs
On TV screens 
The President says something about a possible war
Quietly, without emotion 
Like telling us that tomorrow
He'll walk his dog
Undying others die
And unborn others are born
We speak of nonexistent things
And there are always things we don't talk about
Will we ever learn
The simple craft of living?
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Premium Member Daisy

Rapturous petals always
reflect the immortal,fiery
light.
The impregnable,potent
snowstorm abides in the 
passing rainbow.
The symphonic melody of 
the past blooms like
a delightful creek.
Every step in this tough,
rocky road is watered
by agonizing tears.
It enfolds the undying,
unrelenting sun.
Its solace is a sublime,
wandering grace of 
the dark rill.
Unraveling the tapestry of
zeal  is released an unwavering
truth crossing the
labyrinthine heart.
The light of diamond transcends
unswerving,towering cliffs.
Our beloved ,enduring 
daisy,even the wise
star bows  to your
innocence,grace
and beauty.

Complete

You make me feel so complete	 
You brought me up to my feet	 
You make me experience cloud seven 	
You brought me to your heaven 

The worst part of my life is over…at last…
There are no more fights in my brain
I’m experiencing cloud 7 and I reach to heaven
Then notice it was all in my imagination…
I’ve changed…
You’ve gone away…but yet I still love you forevermore
My wings soar…when you were around…
Left without a trace…a single sound…

Your words implant seeds of growth
Your eyes, an undying oath
You quench me with serpentine poetry  
You gave in to gravity 

The worst part of my life is over…at last…
There are no more fights in my brain
I’m experiencing cloud 7 and I reach to heaven
Then notice it was all in my imagination…
I’ve changed…
You’ve gone away…but yet I still love you forevermore
My wings soar…when you were around…
Left without a trace…a single sound…

You melted my heart of ice 
I’m your living sacrifice 
You watched over me with glistening eyes  
Your warmth never screams goodbyes   

The worst part of my life is over…at last…
There are no more fights in my brain
I’m experiencing cloud 7 and I reach to heaven
Then notice it was all in my imagination…
I’ve changed…
You’ve gone away…but yet I still love you forevermore
My wings soar…when you were around…
Left without a trace…face down to the ground…
Form: Lyric

Premium Member The Attributes and Marks of the Church

The attributes of the Church is three: authority, infallibility and indefectibility
By the authority of Church I mean the right and power which the Pope and the Bishops, as the successor of the Apostles have to reach and govern the faithful

By the infallibility of the Church I mean the Church cannot err when it teaches a doctrine of faith and morals

By the indefectibility of the Church I mean that the Church as Christ founded it, will last till the end of time

These attributes are found in their fullness in the Pope, visible head of the Church, whose infallible authority to teach bishops, priests, and people in matters of faith and morals will last till the end of the world

The Church has 4 marks by which it may be known, it is One, it is Holy, it is Catholic, it is Apostolic

The Church is One because all its members agree in one faith, are all in one communion, and are all under one Head

The Church is Holy because it’s under Jesus Christ, is holy; because of the eminent holiness of so many thousands of its children

The Church is Catholic or Universal because it subsists in all ages, teaches all nations, and maintains all truth

The Church is Apostolic because it was founded by Christ on His Apostles and is govern by their lawful successors, and because it has never ceased, and never will cease, to teach their doctrine

These attributes and marks are found in the Holy Roman Catholic Church alone
The Church derives to its undying and infallible authority from the Holy Spirit, the spirit of truth, who abides with it forever

The Church is kept One, Holy Catholic by the Holy Spirit, the spirit of love and holiness, who unites and sanctifies its members throughout the world.

Vasily Zaytsev

VASILY ZAYTSEV

As nature took me back into times,
To witness sadden and heroic events filled with cries, It was very soul engulfing that I couldn’t stand to witness,
But was compelled by purpose to attend.


Old time landed me safely at STARLINGARD
I beheld a sniper riffle upon a raised platform,
The shooter as I approached diminished,
And I couldn’t say something to him,
I followed my way from starlingard,
Up to YELENINSKOYE ORENBURG, There the story began.


Songs were heard in a family,
A son came into the cosmo,
With a saddened task facing him,
Unknown was it to him,
Destiny and fate moulded  him in,
That was VASILY ZAYTSEV The hero of Starlingard.


Gradually he grew into a finetaker,
Tracked down  a wolf with only a bullet as a kid he was satisfied, Without a view of his role in Starlingard,
Due to Hitler's territorial conquest.


Troops marching out in thousands,
Outnumbering the alluvial sands,
The hope of the world was towards Starlingard,
Since the soviet union subdued by Hitler.
Starlingard became a stronghold,
Because of the undying spirit of men in the patriotic war.


Assigned to the 1047th Riffle Regiment,
Vasily was the pride of the company which later was named 62nd army at Starlingard,
That was on 17th September 1942,
Vasily started shooting around the axis
   	 
Zealous as he was on the battlefield,
A sniper concealing his locations,
Covering a large area from three positions, Known as the "sixies" up till today.
Killing 11 scores plus armed men including 11 snipers. Making It 32 axis killings.


Undiluted spirit of enthusiasm,
Towards conquering enemies at the gates,
Manifested by his perfect shootings,
Calculating the bearings of directions of his sniper,
Diminishing enemies until he conquered,
To him there was no land beyond the ''VOLGA''


                                      ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
Form: Epic

Weeh Thongo

I've been me ,
A meepy child accused of crafts .
Tangled  in my sleep , 
For waisting time ,
Loved the errors at cloud nine .
And still I made it with no trial.

I've lived in the upside  down world ,
Where each dream was taken for word ,
Graded was for worst ,
Still I am an agent  on quest ,
Posturing those of abo gogo 
Imfihlo zi'mnadi zabo Khokho .

I am still me here undying ,
Judged from my peace when snoring .
That I am for one pictoring .

What I wear is problem  to all ,
What I eat is a disgrace to the wall 
For I am answering my greatest call.

I owe you no theory ,
I am the one whose heart is drained ,
Whose eyes are dried ,
Whose moods take charge ,
And I am telling you .
I didn't  choose this path ,
For my fate was choosen long before the birth of me .
Form: Rhyme

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