Kahlia Mazacalletti, 5 march 2013
I measure my life by the way I treat other people.......it is my destiny
If I look back at someone in horror, I have only looked at myself....
oluwatosin olabode, 5 march 2013
Be kind
Be considerate
I mean to those that don’t know you,
Those that cannot do anything for you,
The people nobody will acknowledge you for.
Be kind
Be considerate
To those passing through your life,
To those who won’t be around for us to boast about,
To those you are not trying to impress,
To those that have no idea about your reputation.
Be kind
Be considerate
It’s a habit,
You shouldn't have a reason.
As to those that know us,
And will give us credit,
And will have a good name.
Be kind
Be considerate
Don’t be in a hurry
Stop rushing
Smile…
Don’t miss the little opportunities
To sow seeds of kindness:
Open that door,
Compliment that person,
Allow that person pass you,
Don’t insult that person you are not buying from.
Be kind
Be considerate
Have a simple heart,
Forget the pride,
God remembers your every deed.
Kindness…
A test of faith
Be kind
Be considerate
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 5 march 2013
How do you know when you've fallen out of love
The embers die in your soul and the dam in your heart breaks
We are like a flood of water pouring out all over
It seems as though I find myself pondering; people don't know how dark I am within my head at times.
The visual of true love gone awry...gone astray
There are many facets and masks that have been worn...........too long
Like a prom king being crowned but she's the town tramp
So love is a stranger to me but to love again will come
A protector of my own world and heart
You can waste years of your life; you never can have back
Naeem, 5 march 2013
To endless I stare
absolute obscure I see;
-behind becomes grayer
as you step upon me.
I cannot endure you
to touch the sky overhead;
-entirety is absent not few;
-the space is much to be fed.
Your finger pointed up there
and my eyes on earth now;
-those smell of dusts here
made me pondered somehow;
-of what I have made within
a hunger and terror of loss
beneath lays everything
and yet the coins I toss.
-Nr.
louis gander, 5 march 2013
A knight in shining armor? I certainly am not -
but if, indeed, I really was, you just might laugh a lot.
I'd be astride my big white horse, (a stallion through and through)
riding straight and very tall - and trotting right past you.
You'd see my polished armor and you'd see the golden trim -
just before I ride my horse right under one low limb.
I'd be a bit embarrassed there while lying on my back.
You'd see my pretty armor with some punctures, dents and crack.
My horse would keep on galloping as it ran out of sight.
I wouldn't know quite what to say except, "I'll be all right."
You'd tell me calmly, "Do not move." and also "Just stay put."
And then you'd see my armor covered with the blackest soot.
It's after that, I'd just admit, that I had tried to flee -
that big ol' angry dragon whose hot flame had bested me.
No, I'm not a noble knight nor any princess charmer.
I've make too many dumb mistakes to be a knight in armor.
Therefore, as a princess, you will need to wait awhile -
and grab the next knight riding by that's full of charm and style.
He'd pull you up behind him on his horse, you'd yell, "Goodbye!"
Of course, I would apologize and once again, I'd cry...
I've done so much for everyone- have given things and stuff -
but this I've learned- I'm not a knight- nor nearly good enough.
©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Gert Strydom, 5 march 2013
That night when the last rays
of the sun
were fading before the stars
He knew
that His own end
here on earth was drawing near,
that He have got to die
and again rise from the grave.
and it was no secret to Him
and when they came with burning torches
right up to Him,
when Peter draw his sword
He stretched out His own hand
in a gesture of peace,
attached the ear of Malchus
again to his head
and still those officials
wanted to nail the Lord God
onto a cross.
Gert Strydom, 5 march 2013
My name is Job and pain and suffering
should rather have been the meaning of it.
In the evenings I look up and search for meaning, even any kind,
and try to read the stars,
try to see Him from whom all things come
while I am still remaining in His service.
The festering wounds on my hands and feet break open
while in pain I walk along a dark road
and in a dream I see Him stretching out His hands to me,
hands on which painful scars are present.
Something breaks right through my thoughts
and when I awake above me the stars are glittering white,
in the moonlight the stars lie winking up to the horizon
but it’s as if a light falls down upon me
from the heavens,
as if in an embrace He draws me tightly against His chest.
Still I keep on trusting Him,
and continue to keep Him as the light that I strive after,
as the light of my life
and one morning when I awake all of cares suddenly disappear:
I see that my wife is pregnant when she walks up to me,
my friends bring me presents and flocks of live-stock,
I am cured overnight, with princes waiting to consult me
and then I become really prosperous.
Gert Strydom, 5 march 2013
She really knew Him well,
but not as well as she could have
and was all the time busy preparing
getting things ready
and listening here and there,
but not really finding the time
to listen and to talk as deep
as she needed to
and when He was gone,
she had done her best
to be of service to Him,
but He wasn’t any more there
to share His knowledge
and she really missed Him
the blessings
of His presence and love.
Satish Verma, 5 march 2013
A moment of pause was needed
in the eerie lull after the
gathering of dreams, to enter
the corridor of voices.
We stopped looking through
our tongues, across the bitterness
of burning river, after the mud
in our eyes.
The black tar of the golden wood
between us was smearing the family
of crying pillows.
All the silver was tumbling
down from the stairs of calcified
faces of virgins.
The god was yet to be born!
Satish Verma
Anthony DiMichele, 5 march 2013
I woke up yesterday on my birthday
I was a rock star
in a double wide garage
let me show you again what ecstacy looks like
after our passing into dust
(something you want to weigh in on)
you alter the settings
and get out of jail free
but your citizenship is revoked
wandering here never ends
and that is okay too
the reserves are just over the hill
their wings on wheels blaze
they are breathing fire
everything is about to change
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