The most treasurable gift a man can give a woman,
is not sweet words, nor fortune, flower, even promises,
but the heartfelt time he spends, either in reality or spiritually,
and the feeling, thoughts, wit they share unconditionally
sharing is more precious and longlasting than affection.
if in our lives there are a couple of such people around us
be there a happy ending or not , it's a lifetime reward.
Andre Gide says, there is always somebody in our lives,
whom we can't deal with by our usual sansibility and wit
the problem is, many of us don't meet such persons at all,
or simply too sensible to face such striking happentance.
it applies not only to man and woman,but also close friends.
with loyalty, friendship can be more endearing than blood kinship...
Words shouldn't be taken to heart easily,
for some people play it as entertainment
some claim to be kings, some faries
in reality, no one is sacred when they eat
some can kill three birds with one stone,
just to play, or feed their egos and sanity
it''s only slightly better than computer game.
Faced with tense contradictions every day, we are waiting hesitantly! Our self-interested world, degraded to bipolar, has already dissolved itself and our differences are equally shameful and ridiculous! Behind the semblances of luxury, yawning colonies of misery would shout for their right-tipped, useless voices, and yet all petty merits will become hungry; an insignificant sand-eye can quickly get stuck in a chain of Congo chains of great connections!
Excretion in saliva, as well as in love, started soon! Absurd evidence is hibernated or put in self-destruct boxes because Pavlov’s theory is also grotesque, reluctantly absurd! Stumbling in the light-shadows of the present, the out-wasting and the border of need is still moving more and more alarmed! - Many crowds of people on the periphery are deliberately basing themselves on well-sounding reputations in...
In the complex fullness of moments, even a hesitant step can tread on a butterfly carelessly! With a swirling, frightened rainbow wing marching richly into proud freedom! Hesitantly tumbling, the lonely silence can also hurt: the eye perseveres searching for punctuation engraved in a wall, while the claw rays of the accompanying moonlight appear on a ominous veil of nights! We also deliberately closed the proud sighs of our eloquent words to our hearings!
In no man's land a wreath of thorns has been woven out of sorrow! Wounded resentment is more easily absorbed into the depths of the Spirit; the burden of accents can permeate every well-groomed, spicy sentence because it is throbbing and present, like a sick plague! As a child orphaned by ugly deeds: I am embarrassed with terrified eyes at the same time, and I do not know if you will be complimented by a me...
You may say you wanna watch the starry sky
but I know you'd rather your eyes be watched.
why a star wall, while one sees nothing else.
while they never speak, your eyes always do.
Don't think I don't know
that you know what I truly like
is the initial one without disguise
it's just you've been capricious
and only speak to the air.
so I can only speak to air or nothing.
what I said,felt and knew is more than you know.
I don't need fancy things I've got a lot and am numb.
Harmony in family unity
Strength in support coming from the community
Rochdale Wives all have different stories to tell
But you will find commitment in shell
One particular Rochdale Wive has a loving story
Read on with all its glory
It was 1970 when a Shareholder named Mary Lister moved into Group One
She was single and moving into a One Bedroom Apartment
It was going to be furnished with all her assortments
Then John Benjamin was also single and moved into Group 2 in the same year
Watch as something is going to preserver
Somewhere a love affair was going to become a moment by moment with romance getting a very little chance
It’s love that was going to build and grow
So it becoming an relationship moving very slow
Mary Lister and John Benjamin really took to really knowing each other and their backgrounds were exchanged
Mary Lister ...
An aggressive world crowded with noise! We can listen to less and less soul-lifting, cheerful harmony! The everyday throbbing heartbeat of our existence also continues to knock purposefully! In our handshakes, a false, lazy consolation message, our human reality is often destroyed in our search for truth, tuned with faith! We will have a greedy urge to own us; from the yelling, threatening throats soon killer blade loud! - A cry of silence is barely audible, silent in the distance!
In the same way, the identity consciousness of our selfish defiance era is shattered by the non-merciful poultry jerk! - The promised Hope that it is and will make sense to persevere to the final limits with raised, stubborn heads is also more and more delayed! - In a crumpled self-doubt, how long can the selfish confrontation of the accountable Being last ?! Deliberately doubts every...
Her story wasn’t always so sweet
Slippery in fact
Listen as Miss Butterworth traces back
It was at the Oak View Plantation
It wasn’t a place full of fascination
The City and State was Clever, Alabama
Her life was full of struggles
Miss Butterworth was often beaten morning, noon and night
Her whole life was life with unquestionable plight
Miss Butterworth wanted to see freedom as her guiding light
That night, Miss Butterworth made her escape
Vast rivers surrounded the Plantation all over
When it rained she found cover
But her determination to be free rang high
Miss Butterworth often talked to other slaves of Freedom ways in the East
That was her vision in encouragement at least
Miss Butterworth thought back that all she could think about running through her mind was, “I had to be fr...
When it comes to online chaos,
we may well blame wordplays,
for they won't protest, they are dead.
next morning everything will be back to normal,
when they take a break from the obsessive venting,
and engage themselves in things other than words....