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People are coming
And leaving our life
Just like trains...
Hypocritical ones and real,
For a moment , like playing games...
Some will go deep
Into your soul
Whilst the others
Are like a going away smoke...
Coming... leaving...
Both leave a mark
In your heart.
But one day
When some of them
Will knock into your door
You will quietly say-
Sorry, there is no space
For you anymore.....

I stood aside and gazed at you,
And with amazement, I was imbued.
How beautiful you are, I admired,
And wondered if I deserved you, I inquired.

You sat on a chair beside a tree,
Seeming like an angel, not just human, to me.
In the shade of the enveloping tree,
And the sun seemed to pause, agree.

And the wind seemed to whisper to me,
I've never seen beauty like hers, you see.
As if she were a deity,
Lost in the day, yet arriving in the night, so subtly.

You seemed to be so divine,
Beside that tree, in that light so fine.
With the wind caressing your face,
And at your feet, greenery embraced.

1. To all Americans and Foreigners
that had experienced U.S. Police Officers
stealing your own personal property from you
that went back starting too many decades ago,
and there was no proof of evidence
of criminal activity.
Write a book about it.

2. To you foreign-American diesel truck drivers
that had all your hard earned money
stolen from you by a Florida Highway Police Offices.
If you have proof of evidence of it
write a book about it.

3. Crooked High Way state patrol police officers
had been known decades ago for planting
drugs on the general public just to build a court case
against people.
If you have proof of evidence of it
write a book about it.

4. Don't be afraid to continue to live your hopes
and dreams if you live in America.
They have a Law Against Racism in China
and a law against stealing.
No country is as safe as Japan as what their internet web page said.



5. For you citizens foreign and American in the U.S.
if you have proof of evidence of what U.S. Policers Officers
had done you wrong in other words if you have
proof of evidence of Police Officers Mis-Conduct.
Write a book about it.

6. In the United States we have too many racist police officers
and too many racist judges that will side with
these racist police officers.
Something like this you should email your local news station.
Not just one but all of them.
Only if U have proof of evidence.
Write a book about it.

7. In past accounts here in the United States
I had experienced Chinese and Japanese
and others nations of peoples
complain to me about Nazi-Ku-Klux-Klan
Police Officers.
Nazi-Ku-Klux-Klan Racism are the main headers
and guiders of all racism being started and kept
alive in the U.S.



Foreign People have a way of either softening or hardening
the heart of their governments either for or to go against the
United States.
This will take time as their foreign-countries collect U.S.A.
news paper articles that show real proof of evidence.
Racism done to any people is a crime in and of itself.
U.S. Racist Police Officers Using black Americans and Muslims
as their target practice is wrong to.




The Nazi-Ku-Klux-Klan FBI Kills Muslim Leader
years ago.
This is a very fast way to break a peace with other nations
United States!



Lots of our Muslim Neighbors are flocking more to China
instead of the U.S.A.

United States you had better be careful China and Japan
are gaining more nations little by little
to join their Military Super Power.
Outside of the U.S.A. to racism in any form
that ranges from A to Z isn't welcome to their countries.
China already has the Taliban and Islam.

As alcohol impairs a persons judgement to operate
a motor vehicle so does Hitler Racism impairs a police
officers judgement to operate his commonsense in his mind.

Pen me a future, pen me a life,
Write about cowboys, a man and a wife,
Make her a "looker" who's all "can do",
Build him rugged, with "want to".

Give me a family with lots of stay
That'll sure enough tough it- not move away
Cut out a herd for them to graze,
Manage this ranch in holistic ways.

Hang family pictures upon the wall
And sweat stained Stetsons in the hall,
Round-up boys with guns and knives
Show 'em the Lord to run their lives.

Move giggling girls in upstairs
Let them play dress-up and put on airs,
Then ride bareback in the rain
Racing up and down the lane.

Paint me white and trim me blue
Fix my roof and windows too
Ring a bell at dinner time,
Hang a rope for kids to climb.

Tend my garden, make it grow
Mount solar and watch me glow
Fence the yard and mow the grass,
Wave to neighbors as they pass.

Clutter my backroom with cowboy tack
A freezer of beef and spuds in a sack,
Add the smell of coffee perks
Line my shelves with classic works.

Fill me up with Christmas cheer
Pop a cork to start the year,
Ride a toboggan down my hill,
Drink hot cocoa to fight the chill.

Throw a party for the thrill of it
Gather friends, turn beef on a spit,
Choose pie or cake to top your plate,
Oh, such fun! I can hardly wait!

Tune a fiddle and start the dance
Then I'll have had another chance,
You'll then have your cowboy poem,
The Little House That Grew Into A Home.

You may see him standing,
In the white glare of the Sunlight,
On wind-blasted panes of ice;-

A Winters' Sea compressed,
To float across the salty emptyness.

Now the Bear stands as a symbol;-
As solar light returns to white;-

Above a lattice artifice,
A crazed and crumbling edifice;-
The ice floes crashing to the sea,
From all the melting glaciers.


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Rain and wind in my face,
Thunder above the masts.
You happened to me
Like a storm to a ship.
I don't know what comes next...

Will I be broken by grief,
Or will I dissolve in my life.
I'm both scared and happy,
Like that ship,
Which is still alive

I don't have any regret
We have suddenly met
You was my best mistake
And I'm not afraid
To lose you now

Golden letters swirl along, their magickal energies mingling
Dancing, twirling, pirouetting to the piper's melodies
On the breath of air that captivating one poised quill
Of the wordsmith as it stands poignantly to attention
Language clear and consicely woven to their new ability
Words weighted and whispers yearning to be heard
A sound that is half-spoken, softly sung, knowing that
What's been written has been done to the extremes of
The quill that screams as it stresses the powerful strain
Of Magic within its power, and all it needs is a finishing touch
Where the rhymes can speak for themselves, emphasizing, Hot
Too much?

As the piper concludes his Scottish tracks,
The words form a message saying 'God has got your back'
Diplomacy in the art of tact, security in knowing that
Mingling energies coinsided, work together, not trying to hide it
The words themselves know what to do, its about piecing together
Chips and part of the puzzles that fall on through
But as the feathered quill darts and trusts in the innate gift
That doesn't collect more dust, the enigmatic inspiration of
Introspection that pours through this stanza thus, has
Powered many that drink the potions of collected lust
And by the darkness of the sky itself, the piper has laid down
His pipes to respect the health of the listeners that do connect

To retain a sense of peace within the air from which,
The dead, they call, simply to encourage, uplift and help us all
The last position recalled on the listening ear,

But not everyone will hear the sound of the pipes far and wide, transported back to the days of depression, poverty and when times were hard
From the days when one could hear the music from their own
Backyard
From when one could rest easy and leave the window open for the music to drift in, and answers could be found in the silence from when spirit whispered memories bathed in love
Silent messages that came in on the wings of a white dove

That brought in the symbolism of peace and a trusted source
Of a lesson in life, not knowing the consequences of what was wrought, the pain and the hurt from that lesson was taught
And in the silence, the answers were sought, in that one memory, life was indeed, caught, but if it weren't for us listeners
Then it would've been all for naught

Once I was an earthly man standing on my own. I thought I just had everything, but yet I stood alone. I had my car, My money, I had my family too. Just one thing I didn't know the devil had me too, He helped me lie, he helped me cheat and steal. He helped me do those earthly things in hopes to make a deal.
Then some people sent my God, showed me where I stood, I would not listen to what they said. I thought I was just too good. But when I was down and left all alone I remembered what God's people said and how to get along, I had to come to the cross just as Jesus did and asked the Lord to forgive my sins just so I could live.
Now I walk and talk with my Lord. Every single day and he gives me what I need when I humble myself and pray.

When I listen to the sounds of rain,
I can hear a music of peace.
It whispers to me as if -
"All will be over again"
I will listen to the music of rain
And its water,
Coming from heaven,
Flow through my hands.
There always comes a sunrise
After any sunset.
Let every destiny be blessed
Just listen to the music of rain

May the tickboxes in your wishlist
be greatly reduced this coming new year...
May it be more bountiful
with what is genuinely best for you,
as your wellbeing is
precious & most dear ...
And may your life be in an even better place
with whoever & wherever
towards your destiny
the winds of fate will steer ....
All these and more,
I wish for you ... with intentions
wellmeant ... heartfelt ... and sincere ...