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GOD Bless
Surely, I'm not happy
To lose the best friend
It is true, not funny
"GOD" put the final end
Certain hour, of the day
Whatever we are or where
We have to say Goodbye
"GOD" is kind and fair
No one plans to die
No one remains forever
No When , Where or WHY?
Let's pray, no suffer
Monday 15th April 2019 1:26 pm
NO CHANCE
NO MORE CHANCES TO WIN
GAME IS OVER, MY DEAR
THE CHANCE IS ONLY ONE
YOU MISSED IT LAST YEAR
NO MORE TIME TO PLAY
SAME GAME FROM THE BEGINNING
I DON'T WANT TO STAY
TO WATCH YOU, MY DARLING
NO NEED TO WAIT FOR THE END
NO MORE CHANGES TO COME
GOOD BYE.. SEE YOU MY FRIEND
NO DANCE WHERE NO "DRUMS"
Thursday 4th April 2019 8:02 pm
April First
No more fools again on April
It was last lies to believe
Complicated!!, Why not simple?
Take it easy, or should leave
If someone forces to trust
That one puts others in doubting
When the truth appear very fast
That one is afraid or hiding
We should only pray to God
God will keep hearts more faithful
When the purity clean the blood
Surely life will be more u...
Monday 1st April 2019 8:12 am
God's Question
Does a lie has feet or walk
Only liars have more than two
Don't listen to a lie as a joke
Then will help lies to grow
God will ask; why do you lie?
So get ready for God's punishment.
Me, you, them, surely will die
Should keep ready for last statement
Get back soon to the early pureness
And stop cheating creatures
Just in case you look for happiness
Be f...
Wednesday 27th February 2019 1:03 pm
The Last March
He sits on the front porch, And just closes his eyes. As the clouds gather over his head, And lightning flashes across the skies. His mind reverts; Back to all of yesterday's severed ties, He can hear in the distance, The faint murmur of muffled sobs and cries. His lips move not; his speech has since died, His eyes however, remain ever pensive. And even a cursory g...
Thursday 22nd May 2014 9:51 am
November
Moments of the past
do not last:
kicking leaves
of stormy-autumn –
tumbling heaps, red, gold and brown–
crazy colours all around,
echoing with silent dread,
a memory-lost, a memory-found,
storm-tossed words,
now thought,
but never said:
regrets of a life misled.
Dust-motes float
around my head,
gossamer threads;
glittering words, spiders' webs:
...Thursday 7th February 2013 3:47 am
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