Fatmata Kaikai, 11 january 2013
When we were little we plan what we want to happen in our life.But guess what the unexpected thing happen we run out of time.Once were gone we can never come back.
We imagine how we will die but we cant control our death.Some of us die at a very young age never even saw the world.How we describe death is all in our imagination some of us describe death like it just plain, black and very cold, other describe it like its a dream.
We try to wake our self up but realize that were dead and our soul isnt with us.But our soul isnt dead, it's only our body whats dead.We think once were gone that our body and soul is dead.
What keep us alive not talking about the body, but it our soul and spirit.We might not be in this world, but who said our soul and spirit isnt in another world.We dont know or may never know.
What it feel like to be dead and if we do we cant tell no one, cause were gone and we wont ever come back.
If there was a way we can stop from dying, we'll try anything to stay alive.But we can't stop from dying, we know that we must die someday.We dont know when, where, and how, but know were gonna have to die.
But dont have to worry on lifeYou can live peacefully.Where ever your spirit and soul is it would live peaceful.
Fatmata Kaikai, 11 january 2013
What do we call beauty?
Are you beautiful because you are a size 0
and are 5'9 feet tall with blond hair and blue eyes and big
breasted?
Are you beautiful for your long soft leg?
Are you beautiful because your hair drops to your waist?
To the world that is what we picture when we talk about beauty.
To me I am not beautiful; But I am exquisite.
I may not have pale skin or light skin; But I love my golden fair
skin.
I may not have blue, green or even gray eyes; But I love my
dark brown eyes that I used to see upon the world.
I may not be extremely skinny; But I love my petite curvy figure.
I may not be tall at all; But I love my short sexy self.I may not have straight pointy nose; But I love my flat nose.
I may not have long soft sexy legs; But I love my short soft leg.I might not have the biggest breast; But I love my perky breast.
I might not have wide eye; But I love my small chingy eye self.
I might not have long flowy hair; But I love my dark brown short soft curly hair.
I might not have the tastes lips; But I love my full lips.I can care less what you think of me anymore.
To what is beautiful to you but to me I know I am beautiful in my own way from my head to my toe.
If you have a problem with my sexy sensual self than that's really sucks to you doesn't it.
I'm loving myself each and every day.
One step at a time. Because you stand there with such disgust in your face envious of the attention I bring upon myself.
Thanks because of you I finally learned to love my self and say that I am B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L in my own way that I can only be.
Gert Strydom, 11 january 2013
Sometimes we want to go back to a shed in Bethlehem
when we are at the beginning of a new year
and we long to a time and day
where things are different, but life goes on
and in the here and now we are caught,
sometimes full of happiness and at other times afraid
when peace and joy are almost within reach
when hope, new promises and better days almost hang on the horizon
and still He walks like long ago in Nazareth in advance,
while He beacons the way arrow straight
where sometimes we see Him fleetingly
as if He is waiting on us to catch up
but we remain afraid of the coming times
and sometimes loose our view of Him.
Gert Strydom, 11 january 2013
If we do look at things in history
no kind of rescue comes from history
and that was just another old story.
.
Peace, the government had promised me
but to war, to death they had then sent me
to set mankind from all kinds of war free.
It was bad, I was under sniper fire
saw howitzer guns open deadly fire
and we moved constantly did then tire.
Every place looked the very same
the weather, the veldt just stayed the same
but to the generals it was a game
and soldiers were sacrificed as mere pawns
in the hearts of great men where evil spawns.
Gert Strydom, 11 january 2013
Today I float through the sky
falling right through
to the ground with wind in my eye
tumbling down the dark blue hue
and while the wind sings
its own melody
without any wings
the earth rushes nearer to me
until I draw the string
and the parachute opens slamming
and like on a seesaw I swing
with the sun warming
my whole body, the earth rushing
nearer embracing, just before the landing.
Satish Verma, 11 january 2013
When you were learning
how to kill,
somebody was beheading my faith.
There was lint in my eyes
and the lathyrism
of numbers.
In raw emotions
you took away everything from me
I was left with an entire whole.
Still I will owe you
a minus zero when fight for numbers
will break out.
Who are those people,
that were sharing the divide?
How much will remain when you divide death?
Satish Verma
steven cooke, 10 january 2013
The tears of the tiger
Trapped in this snare of man
Fades into an ancient kingdom
Where silent footsteps once reigned
To feel his breath upon your neck
Is to know that death has come
His lick will taste your soul
And jaws will steal your flesh
His honour will take your sacrifice
And your fears will die with you.
But should his wits fail
To my ambitions,
Then he will know
That I am top predator
Oh beautiful creature
Whose grace was born to kill?
Your Hyde is but a bauble to me
When I have forgotten this day
Moths will feast on your memory
These glass eyes that I give to you
Will see this mausoleum
That I have created
For death has always been my work
Yet when I see the tears of noble beast
Defeated by a cruel world
One feels his tears run down my soul
And something is lost to me
Your eyes that once stalked this life
Celebrating discovery of prey
Hide tears of a changing world
Your destiny is to talk in silence
Though your roar now falls silent
You were always heard in my heart
The message consumes this hunter with guilt
But no one will hear,
Except the tiger and me
Being human I wish to be a tiger
For in life he was a great king
And only time can make him a pauper
His magnificence is his downfall
But in death he was always
A noble being.
I was the darkness
That tried to touch his light
But I am not worthy
I am the pauper who destroyed a king
And now the future
Belongs to paupers
Who will never see
A World that was once filled
With such noble things
For all that remains
are the shadows of me.
Esther Thornburg, 10 january 2013
Seeking beyond the difficulties
Thinking of great qualities
Give to another a compliment
Seeds of inspiration to plant
What could be wisdoms consultation
Consider this life's complications
One thing at a time
Arrange the duties in line
Where to begin, what to do
Rethink, review, renew
Inspiration may lead on
Before the opportunity is gone.
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Esther Thornburg, 10 january 2013
Words tried and true
From beyond the blue.
Live on through ages of time,
Words hold meaning in every line.
For things I should know
While living here below;
Where can I go to find
Needed peace and wisdom to grow?
There is power in the plea of a prayer,
When heard by your Saviour over there.
There is life beyond the plue,
To Him, be honest, faithful and true.
Joe Breunig, 10 january 2013
With His incarnation, passion, death and resurrection,
Christ paid the ransom for the sins of humanity!
Our full acceptance of this sacrosanct Truth,
gives us the opportunity to be permanently set free…
from the impending separation, brought by Death.
The date of Christ’s next coming may not be known;
so today is still the acceptable time for Salvation,
to become sons and daughters… before His throne.
The earthly powers of Satan will be vanquished;
know that his future demise has already been foretold.
He arrogantly chose to reject his musical authority
and remain strolling upon the Kingdom’s streets of gold.
Now we’re to stand, take back and occupy the land;
for we’re to regain the authority that was given Adam.
We’re also to recognize and honor the sacrificial Lamb
Jesus Christ, the holy, begotten son of the Great I Am.
The true saint lives not for today, but for tomorrow,
purposing to usher in the Kingdom with singleness of mind.
As righteous keepers of humanity’s brothers, we need…
to steer everyone towards the sacred One called Divine.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Luke 19:11-27; Eph 4:1-16; Rom 12:1–8; 1 Cor 12;
1 Pet 3:10-11; Matt 5:13-16, 16:24-26; Gal 2:20, 6:14;
2 Cor 5:17-21
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