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I never want to give up on my twin soul lover.
I will always long to be with him forever.
I am not sure when we will truly be together.
I often wish someone can give me an answer.
I only know I love him as a significant other.
I am always left waiting, feeling so unsure.
I wish I stayed pure in all the ways that matter.
I only know we're learning how to love each other.
I am realizing now that I want to do better.
I want to prove to him I am worthier than her.
I love him no matter how his past makes me feel bitter.
I am learning how to free myself from my own tether.
I will wait for him, even for up to a decade later.
I see the rift between us that once made us differ.
I am smoothing things out like the rapids of a river.
I know someday our separation will be over.
Faith bearer roam in every unknown path
of the deep valleys and the lush mountains,
to gaze at the quite, rosecolored sunset
when winds carry you over lily' fields;
how inspiring is the hymn of archangels
descending to earth to impart real peace,
at a time of hate when sinners need grace!
Faith bearer comfort all who are silenced
by treat...breathing a stale air without life,
unable to liberate their fraught kindred;
could anyone who hurts put hatred aside,
pray for forgiveness and swallow their pride?
Living in a free Nation that trusts in God...
is a blessing worthier than precious gold!
Faith bearer you only live for this quest,
to turn ugliness into enduring beauty,
to show no fear in fighting a tempest;
sunflowers grow so tall and sway gently...
you grow in your wisdom and modesty,
pitying the ones who don't reject sorrow,
don't break free from misery and follow...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Many intimates might collapse, we realize,
And direct us to strive solely in this place,
There's nearly a ray of hope in the eagle's eyes,
To shed the ode's tear without further grace.
We say he imparted when we survey his space,
Some are eager, friends return as we eulogize,
Angels beset him and herald his embrace,
Many intimates might collapse, we realize.
Adversity is forlorn, no matter how time flies,
A gone friend feels like a limb misplace,
Assigning a friend's loss bond ethical mates,
And direct us to strive solely in this place.
Our chums are silent, yet they've left men race,
They went one step down a path we will equalize,
Enjoying a friend may no more provide solace,
There's nearly a ray of hope in the eagle's eyes.
Sadness confines us with infinity-long ties,
Some folk enters our life forbear a long trace,
Of our feelings, causing irreversibly applies,
To shed the ode's tear without further grace.
We can't stop preferring a friend since he dies,
Notably, if he's worthier than anyone, you notice,
Splitting from living pals, anguish amplifies,
When relished life fully and truly, fate may glance.
Written: June 7, 2022
Friends are worthier than gold,
remembering their kindness as days unfold;
let's embrace and wish goodnight,
soon daylight will vanish from our sight.
Nothing I will forget...from the kindest smiles
to those comforting hugs when I had no hope,
considering myself lucky to be able to cope;
what's more priceless than the soundest advice?
Friends are worthier than gold,
or gifts given on special occasions...
and they can't compare to any encouraging word,
to instantly lift the unbearable weight of our sorrows.
Everything I will remember and although I will die,
their love and generous deeds I'll immortalize in these lines;
read them aloud and realize how they make me smile
and appreciate their worthiness when their lovely image shines.
Mom was a person of indisputable integrity...
teaching siblings the strict rules of equality.
A voice of tender words to remember her by...
a dazzling light invading my tenebrous sky.
Mother was more glittering and worthier than any gold...
with the purest faith and the wisdom of growing old.
I was very blessed to have had such a loving, nurturing mother...
her purity vanquished my vicissitude, and kept me from error.
She adored jewels, but she loved me more than them...
and she wore a long necklace of opulent elegance.
I am very proud and glad to have inherited that spirit from the South...
and reflecting on her virtuous life, it has given me strength and worth.
Before mom passed away,
she anxiously asked me to sit down
and listen to the wisest words
ever said by someone so missed;
her tired voice was a fading whisper,
and I couldn't let go of her cold hand!
O mother, how true it came to be...
when facing tomorrow alone,
and afraid to follow deception, I clung
to the same strength that earned you love!
"Life ends, but something remains...
look beyond its purpose,
find good in everything;
don't carry the heavy load yourself:
have someone help you along,
as you helped me through my long days!"
"
Before I learned from you so eagerly,
sweet mother of a begone century;
now I take those lessons from life,
and I'm aware of how it effects me;
and remembering how you loved God,
assures me that you've already reached Paradise!
What you sought after wasn't a treasure,
but a desire to teach love without sparing the rod;
and that treasure is worthier than gold,
because it will be so indestructible!
"Life ends, but something remains...
and if my death is too painful,
think of what has been so wonderful!
Come to visit me in my final resting place,
there I'll be as cheerful as you like to remember me;
even winter will extend me its indefinable sympathy!"
"My son, don't deprive yourself of deserving and lovely things...
when one godly life suddenly ends, another quickly begins!"
His young heart departed from
that adored town adorned by the September's frost,
wisked away by an uncaring father
whose extramarital affair
marred the family's harmony;
and his pretty mother drying away
his tears so innocent and warm,
to console him with a touch that had no haste!
That unspoken wish lingered avidly
through the saddened and turbulent years,
resisting to give in to languidness...
imagining, at night, each star gleaming
over his friend: the moon which went wandering
to find that little boy, who loved to listen to the tales
of warriors and heroes that defiantly
wouldn't fall out of the History books!
He went on living, but couldn't forget at all
what he left behind: a precious friend
even worthier than a treasure of gold;
and why had he to fulfill fate's prophecy in due time...
by sacrificing everything he wasn't willing to,
and opposing his will could have helped him turn the tide?
And as he grew older in foreign soil,
it all became clearer to him that truth had lost its virtue!
How could life deny him its fairness,
and make him choose at an age of fancifulness?
To have outgrown time had its disadvantage,
depriving him of a wonderful youth
not lived in spontaneousness
and to have the chance to dream by night,
and, by morning, wake up in a brighter light...
to pursue another dream into the sunset!
If I ruled the world
Living would have been sweet
As sweet as the tunes of a melodious flute
As sweet as the taste of melting chocolate
Pray, to be a ruler is not a matter of becoming
For, to rule is not a choice
Ruling is not performed so as to be socially aesthetic
Nor is it socially imposed
Ruling is fate given
Rulers are born as such
Rulers can help it not
They have to guide
Rulers have to show the way
Rulers have to build bridges
Rulers have to make their voices heard
Rulers are, simply!
Pray, I claim not to be one
To be able to rule
I would need magic at the tips of my fingers
Or even a book of spells!
But, if I ruled the world
Living would not have been as it is now
If I ruled the world
Living would have been like the tranquil flow of a river
And the world would have been a boat
Which would flow on the river of life
Carrying humans, beings fully aware
That they are mere travelers
And thence, they would simply take the time
To enjoy their trip
Before embarking on the next one
Yes, for it shall have to end, like all good things!
Why, if I ruled the world
I would have made of existence
A place worthier than Heaven
Indeed, a place none would ever want to leave!
The young must know that they are loved
For there is goodness in every young person
Give me souls--the souls of young people
These boys are not bad, these boys, they need me
In their midst I feel completely at home
I learned the hardships of an orphans life
In this new town where I had to support myself
Laboring in everything from being a blacksmith
And as a tailor, waiting as a waiter and shoemaker
All that to ease my mother's burden
Every Sunday I'd meet the boys in a different place
It didn't matter that it was a city church,
a cemetery chapel, or an empty lot
And during the week i'd tour the city shops,
Making sure my boys hadn't forgotten my instructions
I bought an empty lot and a dilapidated shed
Next door was a saloon, across ,a hotel of shady reputation
but what did it matter to me the oratory ground was sacred,
for it later came to me in a dream
That it was the burial ground of the Martyrs of Turin.
It is enough that you are young
And for you I give my life
bound by one rule, dedicated
to the double task of self-sanctification & care of youth
But first tell the devil to rest, and then I'll rest too
Do all the good you can
Thats why while I have time, I must work
My dear sir I tell you you are a good friend of mine,
but God comes first, first of all Don Bosco is a priest
So give me the souls, take away the rest
My mother would say when I become a priest
If ever became rich, she shall never enter my house!"
Thats why I am poor, penniless Don Bosco, a shepherd boy of the hills.
I have lived poor and shall die poor
I have only one wish, to see you happy and in the next
"I have been an instrument in the hands of Mary. She has done everything. Had I been a worthier instrument, I would have accomplished a great deal more."
The PO£T
Rewrote our History books for the world to see
A worthier Icon there could never be,
Born and died over the span short of a century,
Baba Madiba became South Africa’s first Black
President in April 1994, finally, eventually!
Nelson Mandela was destined for this role,
As the masses empowered, flocked to the pole
A lawyer, an activist, a prisoner, a free soul,
His peaceful anti apartheid activism, a thorn
In the Government's side, but after Sharpeville,
His sabotaging tactics against those opposing
The ANC, brought about his arrest, his only desire
The African National Congress to be recognized
Was his goal.
He was incarcerated, but at his trial, he defended
His people with heartfelt passion
He would one day he promised
Become their liberator and stop inhumane
Tyranny – for this end he was prepared to die,
Outside the court among the masses, there
Wasn’t a dry eye.
And no bloodshed did South Africa see,
As was anticipated, rumours abounded, but
A kind, intelligent and brave leader, imprisoned for
Twenty seven years,
Changed an era with peace and raised no fears.
He was a much loved President by black and white,
He was elected for two terms, after which until he
Died, became a worldwide renown humanitarian
Across the globe international leaders
Praised and revered this humorous, intellectual
Man who chose to be honest, just and right.
He passed on December 5th at the age of 95 in
2013, indeed a sad event.
Which not even the Almighty could prevent.
Known lovingly as, Baba Madiba, Father Madiba
In Africa, our vast Continent, a multiracial face
Began to appear, no matter the race.
When he died,
By his side,
Were his loving children
And grandchildren and Graca Machel, his wife,
Who with Baba Madiba,
Shared a happy marriage and life.
A hero who cemented together a democratic state,
When the entire world thought, it was already too late.
* SHARPEVILLE A MASSACRE OF UNARMED BLACK SOUTH AFRICANS BY POLICE FORCES
* BOTH PRESIDENT MANDELA AND EX PRESIDENT DE KLERK JOINTLY RECEIVED THE NOBEL
PRIZE FOR REALIZING THE TIME HAD COME FOR PEACE, AND THEREFORE BRINGING
APARTHEID TO AN END.