Christmas
What does it mean? The Birth of Jesus Christ for Christians
For the Christians, but not for all – drink, party, and more
Holiday, gift-giving, glittering illusions – where is the love?
Far, so far. Maybe He ran away and is afraid of people
Yes. No, oh no. We are the highest creatures! Humanoids!
Free will be given to the selfish ego, hmm; just our love
‘This is not true.’ Said Master. ‘Look around, don’t be rude.
So many people are helpful, their heart is open and pure,
Just be loveful, silent, friendly, honest, peaceful; comes love.’
Said Master. Yeah. Master is right—objective perfect mind.
‘Judge not, lest you be judged! Love your neighbor as yourself.’
Said Master. ‘And do not think always about yourself.’ Said Master
‘Blessed are the poor in spirit.’
Said Master
Yes, love is poor
Said Master
May be there is something
may be there is a thing
that matters and heals
may be hopeful and useful
may be designed and crafted
religious and mundane
may be of some numbed lines and dots
may be homely and loveful
drawing and dreaming
here and there
as anonymous guest?.
Dream
is life
of what can
be turned infinitely loveful
if the focus is through.
You are brave
When i am scared
You are gentle
When my heart has been teared
You are present
When i need you there
Could have chance be with us?
And let our eyes be indulged,
With the sweetness of hope,
It vanishes the bitterness of dope,
Will I feel you in my arms?
So passionate...very loveful hugs..
The rain pours heavily,but instead of water
I see hearts dripping
Everything is in scarlet...
Giving a sign to us,
That our love will blossom, not sooner or later
But in a time of crimson
When will I see thee?
Perhaps when the raven turns to dove.
Where will I see thee?
Maybe you are behind the millions of clouds up in the sky..
And that right time comes,
We meet by the kingdom of the sea.
It’s going down
I’m a clown
I’m a fool
I have no self control
Obsession
Depression
My mind’s possession
All these questions
I’m dramatic
Erratic
It’s problematic
I think I’m an addict
A tragic
Fanatic
Misunderstood
I’m no good
I berate
I fluctuate
In this mental state
But I’m stable
Not disabled
Capable
I’m able
To endure
I’ve got a cure
This disease
Please
Relieve
This pain
I’m not insane
Just a train
Wreck
What the heck
Reflect
I’m cool
I’m fine
I’m not confined
By my mind
I will escape
Eliminate
Self hate
Care
Don’t compare
I’m aware
Stoked
I’m not broken
I’m real
Healed
Revealing
Feelings that I feel
Awoke
I’m not tired
I’m on fire
I retire
To live
Forgive
INSPIRE
A mindful mate of mine proceeds on the pebbly path
as an angel with a mission flies in the skies.
The childish fullness of his cheeks
manifests his mettle
and he is a carefree big cat
seeking the sweet joy of living his life.
As a detached observer
he has no temptation for the temporary things;
emotions, thoughts, people, events and sceneries.
He welcomes what comes on the way
as a cast aside cow with contentment
and becomes a fruitful tree
easily shedding his leaves in the fall.
In his hand he never holds an empty bowl :
he is filled to the brim by the Supreme Soul.
He has nothing to lose :
he doesn’t cling to anything.
His pure love frees him from dependency
and no bond destroys his loveful disposition.
He is the animating air expanding his circle
and all the cords of attachment have been cut.
Nothing ever belongs to him,
even the body he lives in is not his own.
He perceives the universe perfect
and comes with no complaints.
All the things he can’t control
have taught him to let go and be free.
Don’t Love Me Too Much.
Don’t love me too much.
It is a smothering pillow, please
I can barely breathe.
You won’t let up
with your passionate touches,
your obsessed adulations on reverent knees,
your addled worship of every step I take
in your adoring presence; I must escape
your never-ending pining
for my next breath upon your nape;
Kindly keep your distance and do not touch,
for you are loving me too much!
Don’t love me too much.
It is a paralyzing chain;
I cannot move here or there.
You will not refrain,
with your intense devotions,
your never-ending fawnings and motions,
with pipe, slippers and loveful extollings.
You refuse to, at last, pause
with your obvious obsequiousness, sitting there,
with manicured fingers swirling through my hair.
Kindly keep your distance and do not touch,
for you are loving me too much.
A few drop of your loveful eyes
Bring real happiness in the life
Come in the world of happiness
Welcome joyful rise
My long wait making a call
Give real menining to my life
Sunshine want to view your face
And wanted to be more bright
Donot stay far come more near
Love create hapineess
Give your wakeup to my eyes
View your beauty in the mirror of rise
Your beauty awake my imigination
Come more near make place in heart
A few drop of your loveful eyes
Bring real happiness in the life
Come in the world of happiness
Welcome joyful rise
My long wait making a call
Give real menining to my life
Sunshine want to view your face
And wanted to be more bright
Donot stay far come more near
Love create hapineess
Give your wakeup to my eyes
View your beauty in the mirror of rise
Your beauty awake my imigination
Come more near make place in heart
Could have chance be with us?
And let our eyes be indulged,
With the sweetness of hope,
It vanishes the bitterness of dope,
Will I feel you in my arms?
So passionate...very loveful hugs..
The rain pours heavily,but instead of water
I see hearts dripping
Everything is in scarlet...
Giving a sign to us,
That our love will blossom, not sooner or later
But in a time of crimson
When will I see thee?
Perhaps when the raven turns to dove.
Where will I see thee?
Maybe you are behind the millions of clouds up in the sky..
And that right time comes,
We meet by the kingdom of the sea.
The gaze of your serpent eyes the appealing of sneaky smiles.
The nectar of rosy lips the touch of your healing hands,
The chic in your stroll the whiff of wear,
The wobble of lions the bloom of your torso,
The pride in your parade,
Golden wreath of your gullet and these rings in fat fingers,
The pricey pendant of your ear the bangles of arm and their clink,
The evening of your dishevel the dancing of your braid,
The melody in speech and the worry in your ask,
He shall be fluky--whoever will wed!
I imagine for me the not-on, and sigh!
A wavy body that tarts up, a dialect that is murmur, a go-with that is eternal, a walk that is heavenly, a touch that is wine, a mock that is loveful, an escape that is cruel, a feeling that is real, a vow that is sincere!
My dear, dearer, dearest love
Just give me a loveful bowl
To revive my thirsty soul
And lift my feel high above
I will fly with your love wings
Into the infinity of heavens
Defeating all hateful demons
To the world where canary sings
From your rosy juicy lips
I will seek some drops of life
To kick away my inner strife
Owing to your immortal drips
When we count
We start at Zero
We end in this place too
Why do we
Start there anyway
Whats so special about Zero
Why not make it simpler
Let's start at the beginning
The beginning
Of everything
Loveful
Lustful
Blissful
Can't we start over
At the beginning of
Humanity
One more chance
To get things right?
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