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If I could, rewrite my life
And “Find” that acceptance
We all sometimes seek
And finally realise
That I cannot
Return to yesteryear
No more, than I can
Borrow time
And know, that as the clock
Ticks, then
That moment is gone
Never to return
In a myriad
Of other moments
For no two moments
Can be the same
And that “Change”
Is as inevitable
As “Time”

If I could, reside
Beside that lake
The one I named
“Humility”
And find “Myself”
Where I learn
That love
Is give and take
As is “Life”
And “Drowning”
In the whirlpool
Of past regrets
Has no place
In the future
Bidding “Adieu”
To self-pity
And leaving “remorse”
That tragic emotion
Where it belongs
In its own “Wake”

I would “Awaken”
To a new “Dawn”
A fresh beginning
Rising from the ashes
Of my “Past”
Imitating the”Phoenix”
Replacing all the emotions
Of tragic consequences
With a desire
To see all things
In a differing light
And that “Life”
Has so much more
To offer
If I could
Now live for today
And not for yesterday
If I could
If I could

An absence of thought.
Dreamscape or naught.
Reborn again perhaps
Or blackness collapse.
Recline in fluffy cloud
Or burn and cry loud.
Poltergeist with aura
Or no more tomorrow.
Does anyone yet know?
Where we finally go...?

Look above – see how beautiful is the starfall,
Look above – see how beautiful is this white moon,
See how beautiful are these white clouds,
Put the head on my shoulder, stop frownin',
Wish that all the stars and moon, and night were yours.
Oh, how beautiful are these white clouds,
Put the head on my shoulder, stop frownin',
Wish that all the stars and moon, and night were yours.

Look above – see how beautiful is this rainbow,
Look above – see how nice this rose color becomes it,
See how beautiful, rays are so beautiful,
Put the head on my shoulder, stop scowlin',
Wish that all the colors of rainbow were yours.
Oh, how beautiful, rays are so beautiful,
Put the head on my shoulder, stop scowlin',
Wish that all the colors of rainbow were yours.

Look above – see how beautiful is this love,
Oh how beautiful that this love needs to be cherished,
Just to think of it is so beautiful,
Put the head on my shoulder and promise give,
That you’ll love me forever in this life, my baby.
Oh, to think of it is so beautiful,
Put the head on my shoulder and promise give,
That you’ll love me forever in this life, my baby.

Look above – see how beautiful is the starfall!

It is time to be jolly, full of joy and be happy
It is time to be kind, generous and be full of mercy

Christmas is the season, to celebrate with friends
with our neighbors too, and the whole of mankind

Christmas, ah the glow of the lights
Just as bright as the stars above

Be forgiving to those whom we erred
And also ask for them to forgive us

May we all be united, be good to one another
May we all have a very Merry Christmas

And also a peaceful and prosperous New Year.

You are the sunshine
Of my smile
My love
Nothing can keep
Us apart
Heart to heart
I am yours
Words may vanish
In the haze
But my my love
For you is carved
In the golden streets
Of heaven
Cafe

Broken
He shuffles aimlessly
Half heartedly muttering words
Drooping head and listless gait
Broken man with
Wounded heart and shattered armour plate
Yesterday a fearless soul
Commanding voice
And feeling whole
Damn the whole female race!
Vanquished man subdued
Not with a sword
Nor with a mace
But just a single piercing word
That Now defines his
Creviced face

My wishlist for Christmas?...That Christ lives within us...
Though I am a bit saddened, my sins have worn thin...
Therein lies the truth, how could truth be a lie?
It can't, it's within, every pore of His skin....

The
old Oak
tree was in
pretty bad shape. It
had been hit by lightning in 78.
Kids climbed on it and broke some
branches. About 50 feet away there was
a wild cherry, it's bark was very smooth and
it's leaves so green. Every year it made such pretty
white flowers. The wild cherry was just a twig when
the old Oak saw her. The old Oak had a kind heart and
welcomed her to the forest for he knew the wild cherry
needed his help in the growing game. Everyday he would
say good morning to the wild cherry and she would respond
in kind. They talked for hours about everything there was.
She wished she could move like the deer and the squirrels but
her roots aren't legs nor were the old Oaks. Sometimes it would
rain and sometimes it would snow, but through it all, he was
there to guide her and she to learn. He told her things that only
an old Oak knows and she told him of her dreams and fears
and hopes. Then one day the men came with their saws to cut
him down. She screamed but of course they couldn't hear
her, everyone knows trees can't make a sound, at least
not the kind you can hear. The old Oak tree was in
pretty bad shape. It had been hit by lightning in 78
It was time for it to go, and everyone knew it
Now the wild cherry is alone in the woods.
Her grief is boundless because she
lost her friend, her mentor,
her “Daddy". But
the most
important
lesson he
taught her
he taught
her from
the wood pile.
Old Oak trees don't last
forever, and sometimes you
get no second chance to tell him
thanks for everything he's done

I know so very little about you
Except your cute smile and the *green/blue/brown/hazel eyes
You’re romantic yet non-sense of humor
I like to tease and I love it when you’re shy
You never know how much you mean to me
There’re many times I dreamed of your smile
You never know how much I love your poetry
I love the most is to look at your profile
I wish I were older than I am now
I wish I were there in your country
If I was as same age as you are now
I could fall in love most completely
This is not a sonnet but a lil poem
This is just for 'you' not that for them

*(lol - not sure about the eyes color)

Here's my one question
How do you get resurrection
Chocolate bunnies
Colored eggs
This is a wild stretch
Rabbits don't lay eggs
Where are you going with this
If a rabbit passes an egg
You don't want a chocolate cross
That's not good
You don't want to be putting rasberry jam in the grass
Lets find Jesus
Come on down