Happy is the goal, to live and grow happy, without being made to feel low.
Low like a piece of dust sitting on the ground, getting no thought at all, God told us the story of how we were created by the dirt, letting us know that we truly are just a pile of earth.
Happy is the goal, to live in peace, in love, in all of the positive ways, free from hate and allowed to live in a Godly loving way.
Happy is a positive way to live, it is like a plant growing in the best fertile land, free from weeds and other negative forces, that want to stunt our growth and keep us low.
Happy will be achieved when we come to agreement, that everyone has their own agenda, not all can be happy, when one wants the other to be dead or destroyed.
Love makes us feel happy, it is our goal to live a life that makes us feel all the positive things in life.
Love makes us happy, it gives us the feeling of calm, and lifts us to satisfaction, making us smile with happy thoughts and actions.
Asking God to clear the way, to remove and send the unhappiest away, to send them to their spot and leave happy loving ones with us.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
In heady elevated state
Breathing tempered heart rate and
blood pressure at an acceptable level
Smile broad upon my face
Dare I say even possibly momentary happy
Given this ?
What I do and cones next
Makes absolutely no sense at all
As I do the complete opposite
That what makes me unhappiest of all
So given this ?
Should I then be considered
Sane or in full control of my facilities at all
Or have a sadomasochistic destructive personality
Or am merely just plainly stupid and not
really worthy
Of have being being blessed with the gift
of a brain at all
Sadly probably the later
Because in reality I am a dumb schmuck
even at the best of times
And don't do myself any favors or
help myself at all
I'm lying on my bed all alone.
Sad and Lonely,waiting here by the phone.
Praying silently,I hope it will ring.
Bring a message that will make my heart sing.
But I know,that my hopes are fading fast.
I am living in the past,so blue.
Oh my soul is an empty hollow shell.
Every day's a living hell without you
All my friends tell me don't worry and fret.
Find another who will make you forget.
But whenever I go out on a date,
All I think of is my previous mate.
Yes,I know that I should be moving on
She has really really gone away
Even though logic tells me,say goodbye.
All I do is sigh and cry every day.
Oh,if only I could say,what the heck.
I'm becoming an emotional wreck.
Every thought I have is bringing me down.
If I shed any more tears,I will drown.
On my face there is a permanent frown.
I'm the unhappiest man in the town.
Sad and Lonely Sad and Lonely Sad and Lonely
The unhappiest minority, with no authority Do you think that is odd When no one will listen and you won’t talk to God I hope you don’t commit suicide then again you probably think the stats are a lie
Material possession just cant buy you love
Written By Dean Masciarelli
August 29, 2010 (1:42pm)
Material possessions just cant buy you
love
even if you have everything in the world
What were you thinking of
Because it is just not the true key to happiness
And its not the gate way to getting love
Sure it might make things better for awhile
But honestly it wont change who you really are
And even when you think you may have everything
You can still be the unhappiest person in the world
Because material possessions just cant buy you love
The quite and long nights that summer
offered to a pure heart subdued by joy,
when that furtest star
seemed to come down
from the vast Heaven...
and be a friend to the unhappiest boy!
Mysteriously beautiful,
alone and apart from others:
like me,unnoticed and unloved...
seeking comfort and more!
Amazingly gorgeous forever,
envied for your dazzling beauty;
conspired against by all...
to expell you from your prominent spot:
but rejoice, no harm can ever come to you,
because the One who created you,so perfectly,
was extremely pleased in you...
ignoring the ones that dared to plot!
The perfumed petals that bloom,
in this blissful spring,
are more colorful and festive
than any rainbow that wishes to be seen;
as crickets prepare a new melody to sing,
dense shadows lose their power to doom,
because your awesomeness
blends with my own gladness!
I should be afraid
or fear darkness
on this deserted island:
to only see the silent owls
so frightening with their glances,.
to only feel trepidance,
but looking up,I'm taken by stupor...
being able to ease the fear of my tremor,,
because I am a friend
of the closest star!
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