Why would we want a heaven without loving consciousness to experience and recall friendships infinitely? Silly to think that God would allow us such fond thoughts, and not Himself cherish tender togetherness above all else. Wrong to think that such depth of bliss, such profound cohesiveness could spring out of random evolution unmediated -- Have no doubts. Heaven is our Live Feeling Eternal Companion, and not a random Spiritual Stranger, writer of previously unknown preference and vocabulary.
|
Silence... A deariee which makes the nature talk
|
"Your enemies know you, as you know them, and truth bears on--face to face ... The Mirror Cracks ... Your friends know you, as you know them, and truth bears on--face to back," by the Poet, posted on my Concrete Poem 05/07/24 'Kiss of Back'
|
The way we unmarried folk are quick to give marital advice. Ama vision and sacrifice and know your partner shani. While married folk just watch. Ine I just ??
|
The mystery of life, the mystery of love, the mystery of creation -- what keeps me coming back to God, enthralled with God, is His endearing, never ending mystery. One experiences first-hand through Christ.
|
You are the book, I read every day. Some times flipping through I read your moves and gestures. Some times rereads allow me to dive and decipher. Not everybody carries the ability to see all the bands emitting out of a prism named body.
Not every body carries the capability to read the prints provided by ever chirping senses. May I react or gaze through to store, depends upon my strategic core. Just one thing for you to know, I stack every book in the memory of my library.
|
"Our memories fill yesterday. Today our dreams will fill tomorrow."
|
“Friendship is the art of turning shared moments into timeless treasures.” - Aloo Denish Obiero
|
"You cannot be friends with people who have many friends."
|
One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
|
One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
|
Life can seem hard like diamonds, without a warmth of glitter -- petrifying~ a disappointed heart aged into stone -- but all such griefs will be shattered with time, mended into rainbows. Faith.
|
All my writes are personal tries and self revelations. Hoping I am not so different, and maybe what worked/failed for me will benefit others.
|
Perfection is just a beautify poetry poetried
In poetry
|
Adversaries can be turned into victorious lessons
|
Crafting Words, Shaping Minds, Enhancing Creative Experiences...
|
When righteous men cry out of anguish: God cries with them.
|
Perhaps we can not express certain experiences using words, but the reader can draw themselves into deeper thoughts from the words to experience it themselves.
|
It only takes one heartless tyrant to destroy a country and bring grief to his people.
|
Life is a journey of crossing borders, of overcoming fear and taking risks, of being glad you tried, of losing oneself and of growth.
|
~ let the memories be your hymns - new life is music ~
quote by; Anne-Lise Andresen
|
" I never blame my ex-girlfriends'',
"'Just the person who left the asylum door open.'
|
When humanities voice, cries to rejoice...
Then the poet describes, a critical view to different tribes.
|
May you experience spring in your heart. May you know the bloom of contentment and joy. Blessings, love and light.
|
“Memories are alike nuggets of gold, they never tarnish, they never grow old.”
|
I have created the dreariest place of despicable remoteness, keeping loveliest words concealed inside, never whispered or spoken to reach a greater altitude: thoughts tossed to a storm unable to express themselves!
|
After a few seconds without oxygen, where is the white man/woman or the black man/woman. They're all cadavers.
Hebert Logerie
|
The quicksand of anticipation
— the fire below
A changing experience
— is not an experience of change
Captive of emotion
— prisoner of deceit
|
If we are friends, I will only stay where I am placed. I will not arrogate to myself any iota of importance if it has not been freely bestowed upon me. I hate friendships of convenience which is activated only when you have need for me. I am a firm believer in reciprocity I will place you exactly where you have placed me in your life
|
Life is a series of choices and decisions. If we don't choose or decide well, then the greatest possibility is that you will ruin your own life.
|