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Wish For the Day...Throughout the day,may there bejoy in every hourof your journey...happiness in your eyesand laughter in your voice...contentment that reaches downto the very depths of your soul...peace in your mindand love in your heart.May today be one of thoserare and beautiful timesyou'll always remember fondly...a time when hope is restoredand dreams come true.And may you take comfortin knowing that I'm here,and I care about you.
Read more…Never Forget... We forget the material things,the baubles, jewels, and treasures.But we hold each act of kindnessdear in our heartsand cherish them forever.We forget the long nights,and the rain the springtime sendsbut we never forget thosewho were there for us,our true and trusted friends.And as you go about the day,I hope you'll know it's true,that someone out thereappreciates your caring heartand thinks the world of you.FOR YOU MY FRIEND JULIA
Read more…i know i am not alonei should not be afraidbecause i hear your voiceand i know you are there beside meand so i give my hearti live to love againbut i can't let to go of the way i feel about youlove is a lonely place without you, i miss youand you are almost her and I 'm almost touching youlove is place i have to hide awayi will never love this way againif love was ever truei know it was with youbecause you touched my souland you will stay with my foreverno tears no sad good beysthere are no…
Read more…I MISS YOU If you want to knowhow much i miss youlook at the sky andcount the stars theone you count is how much you miss meand the one you miss ishow much i miss you
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I called him a street child
It was a street
With full of dust...
In a gloomy evening
I waited for a friend...
In front of a cinema theatre...
Just looked here and there
Suddenly noticed a "child"
Among the people
The child was looking at me...
And then came to me...
Stood in front of me...
Without saying anything
Looked at me...
With his smiling eye...
And the starving and the innocent face
I recognized the language of the eye...
"Mam something to eat"...
It was saying...
"Give" the burger...
Which was in my bag...
He took it from both hands...
And again gazed at me...
With his happy eye...
With no words he went and crossed the street
Still.... I was seeing his way...
He directly went to a place...
Which was shaded by an umbrella...
"Granted" the burger to one of his kind...
Who seemed to be his sister...
And again looked at me
For the first time...
He had a smile in his face...
I was looking at them...
He was looking at his sister
Who was eating the food impatiently...
What I discover was
He is a child
Who lives in the street...
Had a gentle heart to fulfil
"A starving of another"
Even as he was suffering from the same..
by Daniel S. Moskowitz
Sometimes,
People will tell me
That I am
"Intellectualizing".
However,
By using my Intellect,
Am I commiting an Offense against God?
Or are these Critics only Criticizing me
Because they are too stupid
Or too ill-informed
To Know what I'm talking about?
They tell me
A particular subject
Is "irrelevant"
To the Conversation,
But WHO
Or WHAT
Gave them the AUTHORITY
And the POWER
To determine
Which Subjects
Are "relevant"
And which subjects
Are "irrelevant"?
They will tell me that
"Thinking"
Is a way of AVOIDING
My emotions,
But, has any neuroanatomist
Ever been able to Find
A "Zone of Seperation"
Between Thoughts
And Feelings?
They tell me
That I am "intellectualizing"
Because the Subject I am Discussing
Cause them to feel UNCOMFORTABLE.
However, rather than SAYING.
"I feel uncomfortable when you discuss the Politics of the Middle East,"
For example,
They just tell me to
"Stop intellectualizing!"
As if THINKING
Is SINFUL
If Those who constantly criticize me
Believe that THINKING is a SIN,
It is obvious what Religion THEY believe in.
It is the Cult of the Golden Calf,
Of Course.
If you want to know
How much i miss you
Look at the sky and
Count the stars the
One you count is how
Much you miss me
And the one miss is
How much i miss you
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thanks julia . It's a wonderful group.
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone
Sonnet 71 - William Shakespeare
And they live as long as one pleases /
And they die as soon as one pleases /
And they die as soon as one pleases /
And then one makes more.'
The Way of the World by Congreve
rudyard kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you,
are losing theirs, and blaming it on you:
If you can trust your self when all men doubt you,
but make allowance for their doubting too.
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
or being lied about, and dont deal in lies;
Or being hated, dont give way to hating,
and yet don`t look too good, nor talk too wise.
If you can dream, and not make dreams your master,
if you can think and not make thoughts your aim:
If you can meet with triumph and disaster,
and treat those two imposters just the same.
If you can bear to hear the truth you`ve spoken,
teisted by knaves to make a trap fo fools:
or watch the things you gave your life tobroken,
and stoop and build`en up with worn out tools.
If you canmake one heap of all your winnings,
and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss:
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
and never breathe a word about your loss.
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew.
to serve your turn, long after they are gone,
So hold on when there is nothing in you,
except the will which says to them
"HOLD ON"
If you can talk with crowds and keep you virtue,
or walk with kings nor lose the common
touch;
If neither foes nor loving freinds can hurt you,
if all men can count on you but none too much
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
with sixty seconds worth of distance run;
Yours is the earth and everything that`s on it
and which is more, you`ll be a man my son!!!