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| .. Whether you accept or reject it, God's Love for you is permanent. After God has forgiven me, granted me His Compassion and showered His Blessings upon me, then I have to feel at every moment God's Love. I have to feel at every moment God's Love. I have to feel that the One who has forgiven me, shown me His Compassion and blessed me, really cares for me. If I feel that God really loves me, then only can I have true and abiding happiness. The Creator is all love for His creation. But the creation quite often does not feel it or realize it. Since I am part of God's creation, it is my bounded duty to feel God's Love at every moment. Only then will I try to become good, divine and perfect, and please Him in His own way. - Sri Chinmoy |
| ... Many live lives in quiet sorrow, It's grasping jaws never ending tomorrows. Granting time that's not even yet come Such miserable authority, unwanted, undone. Kind love has grace in this place, When received, and gently thought of. Those prawns of past times and years Give strength to those hazards, of love. Let the joy sail on through, Great feelings give life's fond hue. A joy when you are thought of. Wishing the sorrow of others was gone. |
| ... The Door Without a doubt, she soon replaced, A stone look of reverence on her face. Eyes upon a cold cast door, replaced with warmth kind care, and more. A shyness unsure, opening that door, her actions sparked grace, Her beauty's fire called for. Discovering love, with life, passions joy bursting forth, Replacing the shyness, with what is from above. |
| The Girl You are the girl, you are the one, You hold my hand, like no girls done. I feel the sun shine on my face, Rainbows come 'cause you're in that place. Warm thoughts of you I can't escape, They follow me to every place. Around the bend, out by the store, Thoughts of you I can't ignore. Then there's that smile, your candy breath, I'm a lucky man like none on this earth. Holding your hand tight in mine, You make my feel cared for; quite divine. Typing rhyme in eager wait of passing time. When you will ring again my chime, To then see you my lover mine. No man could be more proud to rhyme. I dream that dream of women and men, Where love, and care, is what I get and send. With you in my heart, so mighty I roar, A lion of power no man dare ignore. Your frame, and face, that lovely grace, Holds beating my heart, closeness embraced. |
| ... She Did Running in the darkness; finally I'm not. Wondering absent times that I'd known about. Thoughts of what I'd seen, what I'd said, and what I'd been. Dreamed the dream those clouded dark days before; Dreams never lived, never loved, darkness ensured. A sounding restlessness, absent her breath of love; She held my scarred hand, my beaten self as a man, Eagar support she shows to me, touching who I am. Darkness engulfed that dark running space Warmed with her grace I dreamed her in this place, Giving soft light, so cold darkness drains clean. Holding my hand, like she cares who I am Turning the light on for me. Gone from the dark, gone free, now I start; The light is on, what should I do? I'll get washed and clean, and trim my beard, Press my trousers, and shine my shoes. I'll try and look handsome for she. She is beautiful in the light to see; The cold darkness was unkind to me. Her eyes, her hair, her whole body God's grace, She knows of my power, pains battles wage grace. |
| ... I know I'll reach there Hold my hand I am as happy I can Alone I'll make it I'll reach there Hold my hand Touch my mind A long way off I'll make it if I can. Help me see here So I can be your man, Help me be there So we both can. I know we'll reach there, Holding hands. A long way off I dream In the sunset arm in arm we stand. |
| ... Food for thought Friendship can comfort you. It can also kill your soul by taking the pillow out from under you when you take it for granted. The Rule: Don't forget your loyal following but continually cultivate it, for those who brought you there will take the same pillow from you when you least expect it. You will have lost the ones who would have sailed through life with you and stood by your death bed. You will then be alone. Unknown |
| ... As I drink my midnight beer, I think your soft skin lying there. Invokes passion Your long hair frames on the pillow your face Soft female frame, sweet feet, hair, and grace. A midnight cocktail I'll drink once more. Sleeping naked, nights love insured. Thought of you resting sweet limbs and more, Amazed I rest now too my ale drank done As I rest my head longed for one. My own nights rest wanes in truth Absent the warm candy breath. |
| ... As the rain pelts down on me I hear the Ocean's roar. A rumbling dark opaque, frosted white the swells hit the shore. Pelting water hitting waves that wasn't there before Cloudy gray, the rain it stays, watching swelled waves so sure. Sheets of rain in succession came, rapidly one next the other. Known now where once I'd been, resolved to learn pains selfish utter. Vision mulled and the Oceans roar crashes, exploding white salty mist Thousands of years those rocks have braved that impact fury. Long past the blink of time we're here, the rain will pelt again year after year. The Ocean roar will rage for a Milena past our brief score. The crashing might, pounding waves will come again like yesterday. When those who sit in the pounding rain, know the feeling of immersion, in life's pain. Yet the roar of the Ocean, with the water pelting rain... |
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