There is no such COINCIDENTs happens in this world, this is
HIGHTIME, we should be familiared with it, if not, we will die out in guessing why !!!
See this number 11:11
and try to know God's experience
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Posted: Oct 2018
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This is the reason
Why you are NOT
You have no heart
You feel like a BOT !!!
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Posted: Oct 2018
About this poem:
As far as i remember I have never insult ANYONE, what i write i do write in the broad- day-light, why people concern ??? It is absolutely my own, it has NO single purpose to hurt any body, the problems sits in your mind that you give a bit IMPORTANCE to yourself.
I am NOT trying to IMPOSE myself on YOU, what i say is my own EXPERIENCE, am here only to make you aware of the ultimate TRUTH, thats my JOB as a "LightWorker", if you ever have seen the number 11:11 in my profile--- it says i am one of those 144000 LW, I dont need to fight/ I just lit the light.
Pls. Dont get HURT, Dont get OFFENDED, only try to UNDERSTAND, if you cant --- just FORGIVE ME
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This site has no one (to love)
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Posted: Oct 2018
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I see girls here
I see girls there
I cannot make a POST
CS doesnt allow me to,
Girls becomes GHOST !!!
(haahaahaa there are girls, even better if i say boys also, they try to find MEN-IN-BLACK, sometime they try to gues 'M out using MACHEINEs oops!!! LOOK MA---I DONT HAVE HEALTH !!!)
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Posted: Oct 2018
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Wal….. Prob’y it ain’t nuthin
That doggone marmot consarned me
The Mawdrator he was pound’d down ‘is gavel
Meeting ai’jouned …was all he says
Meetin’ Ai’jouned my a**
It wa’ jus pass that Aa-ternal Equaunox it waz
When ‘is nite waz gettin a chill in the aire
Passin’ round da ‘holler I waz on ma’ way home
The fust thing on my mind hopesin’
The fire still a'glowen its embers’ red
Pass the bahwn wit' all dem peeps and clucks
So goes sounds o’ late summa a’ turnin to fall
In the Shadder o’these Maountains
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Posted: Sep 2018
About this poem:
Speaking in a little hill farmer dialect still used in this little corner of Yankeeland.
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The most beautiful girl on earth. Every man wants to marry her. Every day, she disappears in the night and came back in the morning. One day one of the men who want to marry followed her. He wanted to visit her home. To his surprise, this gorgeous and elegant woman asked him to go back because she not a human being and cannot marry him.
She kindly told him that she is a fish and turns to a human during the day.
He was in shocked and ran back to tell the whole single men that the woman everyone thought was the most beautiful on earth and whom every single is trying to find her love was actually a fish. No one believed him but the Fish never returned back to their village again
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Posted: Sep 2018
About this poem:
Ancient Fairytale and belief
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I was waiting for my time to come, to rest my weary head
And looked upon the things I’ve done, and never looked ahead
To times to come, when days are done, when we lie alone in bed
What does it mean, this life alone, when all is done and said.
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Posted: Mar 2018
About this poem:
Written while sitting in a waiting room, awaiting my turn.
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Denver in December,
With the snowfall lookin' pretty,
Denver in December,
What an incredible city
Such a mind-blowing town
Snow capped Rockies to the west,
It's such a God given joy,
To sample Denver's best,
And it's legal to soar like an eagle,
Yeah it's legal to fly on high in freedom,
If you've never been,
To Denver in December,
It's a dream-like high,
You will always remember,
There's a song about,
A Rocky Mountain high,
Head to Denver in December,
And you'll see just why
And it's legal to soar like an eagle,
Yeah it's legal to fly on high in freedom,
Denver in December,
16th Street Mall's scene,
People laugh a mile high
Come find exactly what that means,
Denver In December,
Where the people are cool,
So when you go there, man,
Don't you be no freakin' fool,
Denver in December,
Where the sun shines all night,
And when the moon kisses the sun,
What an out-of-sight sight,
And it's legal to soar like an eagle,
Yeah, it's legal to fly on high in freedom,
Denver in December,
I will always remember,
Denver, In December.
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Posted: May 2018
About this poem:
I've travelled to Denver four times since December. Each trip was different, filled with memorable experiences, happiness, and love for the city.
PLEASE VISIT MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL "ROBERT COMRADE" FOR EXCITING VIDEOS FROM DENVER AND THE ROCKIES!!!
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Im so proud of you my love
Humbled by what you can create
Pleased by how you see the world
Immensely impressed by your kindness
Awed by your understanding and wisdom
Lifted by your courage and strength
In great admiration of your drive and energy to have a better life
Your endless and selfless generosity towards others
Family or strangers
I'm simply blessed as your mother
Your commitment to grow and change
And on and on
I am around you always
learning more as a student of life because of you.
You are the epitome of humility yet acceptance that adversity creates a strong character to be good in many ways.
We are blessed, your brother and sisters, your dad, and everyone around you
Specially your one and only son, my Jaxon Jaymes, I am truly humbled.
I love you
Always,
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
There are so many things in life that we can truly feel blessed. My children are more than one o many reasons 9 II feel how great life is.
This is a dedication to one of my daughters, my junior, my Camille. I have three wonderful daughters. The two older ones are married and settled in life. My junior opts to live a life alone and yet I feel she's so complete and happy. She's very strongand capable that she's more into helping so many people specially her beloved brother, my one and only son.
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Shifting like sand in a porthole
Colliding like particles of matter
Creating dust that rise in a sky
Cooling into long vapor trails
Stretching as far as my eye
Washing waters making lines
Sculpting little parallel ridges
Laying side by many sides
Shifting stretching under my feet
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Posted: Jul 2018
About this poem:
A photograph (in my profile) I took looking through shallow water at a nearby lake shoreline.
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