Miercurea fara cuvinte….Eyes….
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Nadia Wicker….Miercurea fara cuvinte…
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within. ~Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
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Mărţişor…..Pentru tine…
For
in the first place as always…. 🙂
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Miercurea fara cuvinte…My enemies…
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Miercurea fara cuvinte…Villa Escudero Waterfall restaurant
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The Power…
Dreams,
They’re all the same.
Pleasant fantasies becoming real.
Materializing hope,
Wishes,
Lies.
The water is calm,
Blanketed by the warmth of the sun.
The Birds sing in a chorus of nature and serenity.
Everything is right.
This is false security made in the depths of Hell.
Soon the downward spiral into the inferno begins,
And brings me to the painful,
Smiting abomination that is real life.
The birds’ songs are choked by the wicked cries of torment and agony,
Lush forests are burnt to the ground,
Just like the lives beneath them.
Smoke and ash fill the fogging air
As the world becomes clarity around me.
Plentiful fields warped and distorted into waste land lay before me.
The downward spiral
Turns to a sudden stop on the ground,
As I am fully awake to the truths of the world.
We wait for the light but behold darkness.
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I’m nobody! Who are you?….
I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Emily Dickinson
The danger of the thin line….
Sometimes you want to go or see the other side..
Explore….
To break on through to the otherside…..
Be aware…
There can be temptation…
promises…hope….
But…many times you do not see through the virtual masks..
the danger..the destruction of feelings, emotions and relationships…
It is a thin line….
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Miercurea fara cuvinte…..Memories of sadness…..
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Memories of the waves….
Sometimes I miss the sun rising and setting over the carribean sea
Soft warm white sand between my toes
Azure blue waters , clear warm , colors vibrating ,soft ripples of waves
The warm sun , the light cool breeze over the island
the steeldrum band playing, the coconuts fresh off the tree
Sometimes I miss the full moon over the atlantic ocean
house high waves rolling and crashing on the beach and the cliffs
water spraying spraying like a fountain
huge vibrations thundering through the rock beneath
the smell so fresh and full of freedom
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GODS……. :-)
“In ancient times cats were worshipped as Gods, they have not forgotten this.”
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Contemplate for action….
Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.
The two words ‘information’ and ‘communication’ are often used interchangeably, but they signify quite different things. Information is giving out; communication is getting through.
“They see in the political apathy of the proletariat only the apathy, not the protest against a system that has nothing to offer them.”
― Red Army Faction
Either you’re part of the problem or your part of the solution
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DECAY……
Ancient seed, of a soul colored claret, when he came to me
Alas came the day, my mortality, no longer reign free
I partake of sweet revelries, strawberry of the unknown
Tantalizing aromas, as I compliment your neck bone
Your breath pulsates heavily, as we succumb to wanton flesh
Taste of human essence, a copious harvest, savors fresh
You slide into Utopia’s Shangrila, feeding pink flesh
You spin a web of geometric pearls in and out of me
So fine the pronounced arteries of young men, not fully grown
Slumber deep my love for I’ve ingested you, at your request
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In the darkness….
Many in the Darkness November 1941
We sat in the park, but there was a war between us,
A dead moon over us and all around us
The shy and secret whisperings as of the tiny
Woods animals which in the high forest gather
Wind-fallen goods before the frost comes.
We praised as lucky all whose sure existence
(As of the careless moon, the dutiless squirrels)
Is not responsible for human history—
Feeling how our happiness, how hope must mount
Machine guns which other men yet have the firing of,
How liberty is seen in the form of a fighter plane
Millions look up asking, Is it ours?
Our despair was temporary but not less painful.
Over us the moon was quiet about its business,
Pouring its constant light upon the naked beaches.
The squirrels built up their small defenses
Obliged to the fulfillment of a natural process.
Their leaf-lined cell, the brilliance of the moon,
The winter cannot touch and no touch tarnish.
Thomas McGrath
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My Angel….
She’s My Angel
She’s that smile that I need when I’ve had a crummy day.
She’s that rainbow of color when my world has turned gray.
She’s that shoulder I need when I’m up against the ropes.
She’s the one that I turn to when I need that ray of hope.
She’s the candle’s flicker in a room otherwise dark.
She’s lit my soul on fire for her from the very start.
She’s the one I feel at peace with when I’m laying in her arms.
She’s the one who captivates me with all her witty charm.
She’s everything I want and everything I need
She’s every single love song and in every book I read.
Every minute we share together is a minute I’ll always hold tight.
She’s my angel in the morning, afternoon, and night.
She’s not perfect, but to me she’s pretty close.
She’s quick to give an attitude adjustment right when I need it the most.
She’s that star in the sky that is shinning brighter than the rest.
She’s that one ounce of encouragement I need to do my very best.
She’s the one who knows me better than anyone else ever could.
She’s the one who loves me even more than she probably should.
She’s got a way of touching my heart like nobody else knows.
She’s the woman I love from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
She’s everything I want and everything I need
She’s every single love song and in every book I read.
Every minute we share together is a minute I’ll always hold tight.
She’s my angel in the morning, afternoon, and night.
She’s a red sports car, in the summer, running ninety.
She’s forever the one I always want beside me.
She’s all the words I do not say because the words do not come fast enough.
She’s soft, sweet, kind, and sincere, but at times can be very tough.
She’s the most expensive, most precious, priceless work of art.
She’s the one, I swear, I’ll never let go of until death do us part.
She’s absolutely, positively, no doubt about it, my angel from above.
She’s the reason I write this poem to try and express my love.
She’s everything I want and everything I need
She’s every single love song and in every book I read.
Every minute we share together is a minute I’ll always hold tight.
She’s my angel in the morning, afternoon, and night.
by K Gossett
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Hands….to feel…..
Hands
I haven’t forgotten
That I am just one person,
That I am but one voice
Attempting to stand out
From the crowd.
I remember
That I have fallen
Amidst the laughter
That surrounds me, and that sometimes
It gets too loud.
I know
That I can’t sit here
And expect my silence
To evoke change
Without reason.
I can see
That I don’t know everything,
That I can’t expect
My hand to be held
Always.
I can feel
That time is slipping
By me, that it
Will be gone if I just
Stand still.
I have heard
That there are a million
Other voices that sound
Like mine, that want also
To be heard.
I’ve been told
That it’s not enough to
Wish for dreams, that I
Have to work them
Into reality.
I know that I don’t know
All that I think I know.
I know I won’t see all of
The places I wish to go.
I know I’m not ready
For all that the world demands,
You don’t have to always hold me,
Just let me see your hands.
I know
That there’s a lot
That I won’t understand,
That you don’t have all
Of the answers.
I haven’t forgotten
That I have to grow up
And someday live without
Your voice, your opinion–
Making my own decisions.
I know that I don’t know
All that I think I know.
I know that I may not see all
Of the places I want to someday go.
I know I’m not ready for everything
That I won’t always understand
You don’t have to always hold me
But sometimes. . .
Just let me touch your
Hand.
Jherine N. Saine
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The light inside……
Beautiful, beautiful words but together in life,
But there is no life,
Just the shadows, drifting aimlessly in the minds,
Apart from who we can be,
The silvery moon can create light,
So why are we dark, gloomy souls,
The endless horror in which we live,
Can be changed,
But to grasp reality too hard can make its difference,
The translucent love is gratefully still there,
But is hard to see for our eyes are blocked,
Continually forgetting what this once stunning world had,
The ominous ghost the haunts us as we stumble,
But there are still the brilliant stars in the black night,
And the sun behind the storm,
For we must cast those mysterious spirits away,
And find the light inside.
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Miercurea fara cuvinte..What happens at night in a bookstore…
Miercurea fara cuvinte starts here >>>>here
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BELIEVE…
There may be times when you feel
as if you have taken a million steps towards
your dreams, and acted on your plans, only to find
yourself in the same place that you began from.
At times like this, you must not give up.
You must continue on. Though you may feel
lost, bewildered, and alone, continue to believe
in yourself. Do not allow discouragement and
doubt to blur your vision and wash away
your dreams. Visualize your way beyond the
detours, standstills, and obstacles.
You will realize your dreams. You have
worked hard and taken so many productive
steps in a positive direction that you are bound
to succeed. Whatever the hurt of the moment
may be, it will pass. Tomorrow is always a
new dawn. Today, you must pause, rest, catch
your breath, and then look ahead. Each step
will bring you closer to your dreams. The
rainbows and the love that you deserve are in
sight. Happiness is just around the next turn.
~ Vicki Silvers ~
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A life lit….
Electric Love
When I was down
An angel came to me
And she touched me inside
That woman set me free
Turned on the light
So I could see
That there was fire inside
And I could feel the heat
She’s got the power, she gets me high
She can take a storm and make it shine
She keeps the spark burning over time
That woman’s got electric love
Ooo, electric love
There ain’t no medicine
That makes me fly
Like when I’m with my sweet woman
She keeps me so satisfied
And if we had no money
We’d still get by
And if the world should stop turnin’
Our love would be alive
She’s got the power, she gets me high
She can take a storm and make it shine
She keeps the spark burning over time
That woman’s got electric love
Look out
She’s got the power, she’s gets me high
She can take a storm and make it shine
She keeps the spark burning over time
That woman’s got electric love
Whoa yeah
She gets me high, so high
Ooo yeah, she makes the stars shine
Burning all the time
That woman’s got electric love
Electric love
Electric love
She’s got the fire
She’s got the fire
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
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Merry Christmas to all….
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