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Why does the Caged bird sing..!! How can its days be so bright with such a dark surrounding.!! How can its pain sound so beautiful? look inside and see the tears, feel the pain. 100 needles will only compare to one singing note. 1,000 tears will only compare to one minute within one confinement. 10,000 sorries will only compare to one hour without light. 100,000 fears will only compare to one dawn without love. 1,000,000 words of wisdom will only compare to one damned day as a caged bird but 100 needles will never take away the songs sang. 1,000 tears will never give back the time spent away. 10,000 sorries will never shed light on the hours lost in darkness. 100,000 fears will never repair the loss of love and feelings of loneliness. 1,000,000 words of wisdom will never give a caged bird its loss of song, life, light, love, or freedom... for the caged bird's wings are clipped, and its sang a silent sad melody nobody understand.
Desire that I seek is meaningless Because I want to be a man without fear or weakness In doing so I must give up love which without life is meaningless
A life of fire burns deep inside as the days and nights pass, a desire for truth and meaning burn deeper... We, through time losing the most precious meaning of being family, for as i knows to standing on the edge of our future destiny, sharing our love with one another, holding close our memories, we move forward into a new and exciting dimension of our lives. Wanting to share our love we unfold our beings to encompass our children and become our own special meaning, a special family through love. that's how i see life,
In the time frame of life passes motherhood, in the quest for knowledge passes childhood, in the definition of achievement passes manhood, in the satisfaction of greed passes wicked pursuits, in the attainment of vengeance passes opportunity of peace, in the action of destruction passes the hope of reconciliation, in the greatness of truth passes falsity of intentions, in the mystery of faith passes the unity of beliefs, in the frame of time, death passes life into God's hands.
As all of you, all around the world growing older, As all of you, all around the world should know, We are all living in the moment, We are all talking about different subjects today that can be hard for others to talk about, We are alone with our thoughts, with our choices for once in a life time, We are all living in the land with different civilizations, cultures and religions, We are always fascinated by clouds, So when we look up in the sky we see the clouds creating different images of things for us to enjoy, to inspire, to create and let me tell you that; we enjoy it very much, That we don't even take our eyes of the sky, We are both in love with God.. is that a coincidence or what..! Yes I know we both worship God every single day and we pray to God with different languages, with different religions, everyday to thank God for the things he give us everyday, We are all need to step side our greed, our bad deeds and just to learn how to spread love everywhere.. Stay humble for you've came from dirt and to it you shall return.
If I can be a prince, of kingdoms by the sea where
knights have wings and dragons speak to me.. They say I should be happy
but I know I won’t be for kingdoms mean nothing.. nothing if you’re not
there with me. If I can be a poor woman’s husband, with only rags to
wear, If I can live a pauper’s life with poverty to bear they say I will
be sorry but I know I won’t be for I can sail against the wind if you
are here with me.
Two relentless minds.. one dream Two yearning hearts .. one love Two willingness hopes .. one destiny Two different paths .. have crossed Two uneven worlds .. have merged Two sprawling lives .. now intertwined You and I
If infinity can lend me, a space to write my story .. If the night can turn to ink, To print the thoughts I think, then maybe I can start to write But will there be an end for to write about my love .. Needs forever to expend. If the language of the moon can describe the woman I loved If the sound of distant seas lend the words of which I write I may write this great story.. But will it ever end for to write about my love .. Needs eternity to expend.
When you love someone you see the splendor of spring, burst into life in the magic of her smile. You sleep with her name in your lips and the radiance of her face in your dreams. You awake at the sound of her passionate voice whispered by the glorious dawn and even when she’s gone... the last flickering ember of hope continue to light in your blistered heart.. Waiting, even when the waiting is in vain and nothing around you but silence.
missing you is like a day with no Sunshine, a smile that doesn't rise and plane that doesn't fly. missing you is like rain that never dropped, a car that doesn't stop, a marker with no top. missing you is like a face with a frown, a person not able to calm down, a queen with no crown. missing you brings tears to my eyes, a butterfly that neverflies, in my eyes only god wetness that it never dries. missing you is the pain i feel wishing it wasn't anymore be real for to me... missing you is a huge deal. when i miss you and want you back, why does things have to be so black why do people have to hate, with this pain how long can i wait..!!
Do you ever feel that freeform has been taken from a book, a paragraph or sentence with no meaning and no hook. That's difficult to understand there aren't any signs, I sometimes come across this when I read from time to time.
The life of my soul is yours and the breath that i take. for as we walk through life of joy sure sometimes we will cross the bridges of emptiness.. You are the woman of my dreams, the woman who always love me, you are the truth from heaven wakes the sleeping 'me' from shadows land, Don't ever close your eyes while staring at the sky, might you'll miss the moonshine as witness for our love tonight and every night. I love you, I love you so much, no woman can take your place in my heart. have you seen the falling star..!!! it's an omen from heaven, sign of a good start.. Feel my heart... i am yours Feel my lips... it's all yours Feel the warmth of my love, it will never break your heart.
A woman's heart is filled with passion, A woman's heart is filled with lust, If you don't believe that these things happen, Could be the biggest mistake that a man can make. A woman's night is filled with dreaming, Of the perfect man who may not be you, If we don't see what she's been missing, Could be the biggest mistake that a man can make, A woman's day is filled with longing, For a little romance and company, If we don't look or just don't listen, Could be the biggest mistake that a man can make. A woman's heart is yours forever, she will be true, to the one in her life, but if we don't give her love and affection, Could be the biggest mistake, that a man can make. Give her your night, and she will show you her passion, Give her your lust, and she will drink you dry, Give her your dreams, and she will show you a true lover, Give her your heart and she will love you till the day she die.
I always telling her i love her and she thought it wasn't real, thinking i wanted her to be my budgeted meal.. not comprehending what my love mean, as tinny as a sesame bean. Is it a crime that i don't have or a taboo to keep you my always and forever better half. If my love is real, I pray thee may thou feel, My love i can't hid, you always beside o.. and inside my head, despite the great tide.. Refusing my story, even my being worry... So my baby..! Rich I am not, fool maybe yes maybe not, and you already knew that, talented a lot. time tells who i will be, but not what you see..! Baby i love you... just because i love you.
The painful thing in death is not a death itself, For everything creation from scratch of dirt and water, from dust and into dust we shall return someday. Death by itself is the end of the imperative for all creatures on the face of the universe. But the most painful thing is to knows how you will die, or when you will die.. o.. Once you know one of those points, Your life twisted up side down, Your point of view becomes useless, Your purpose in life limited in one point, "Tomorrowland" do i prepared to leave that shell and finally have a meeting with my final destination.! am i ready to leave my kids alone, am i ready to abandon my beloved woman..!
Dose life start at the beginning, or dose life start at the end. For me the start of life was the start of a worrying trend, Bad wrongs I forget, right wrongs I mend. Deaths the end to life, but dose that mean its an end. If wrongs a product of right, is right how we begin, Dose life start at the beginning or dose life start at the end. I’ve managed to escape the illusion, That all ends lead to a conclusion. I’ve been told 'bout beginnings and ends, It’s the middle where I aim, it's the middle where i was blind..
As the shadow of twilight touch the dawn and the crickets creep and move in the ground, the tweets of the birds color my day.. it’s Sunday… a bright day…myaybe some spends in hospital but still remains holiday... As I smell the fragrance of spreading scents, flowering figs and guava are about to end, fruits start to appear from green to yellow oh what a beautiful day… my heart glows. I tried to look and move around, i saw a helpless bird trap in the leaves, i hear its voice feeling the pain, i attempt to reach and let it fly again. As I sit alone I think and I realize, happiness begets, when you have freedom in life.! if you live in memoriesthen only recollections you can find.. you can’t move on and the fact is you will always left behind.
Twilight and I, will walking hand in hand, As lovers walk in warming light. Across a lonely hardest land, Where west winds chanted in the wheat an old, old vesper wondrous sweet. Oh, Twilight and i were went as lightly as on wings through many a scented chamber fair, among the pines and balsams, where I could have dreamed of darling things, and ever as we went I knew, the peeping fairy folk went too. I could have lingered now and then by gates of moonrise that might lead, To some forgotten, spiceried mead, or in some mossy, cloistered glen, Where silence, very still and deep, seemed fallen in enchanted sleep. But Twilight ever led me on, as lovers walk, until we came to hills where sunset's shaken flame had paled to ashes dead and wan; And there, with footsteps stolen light, She left me imagine where i can find the lure of night.
We get a chance, a chance for something new, something only we understand. Our dreams suddenly seem so close and we hold on tight to what is leaving and follow the path that we create for ourselves, yet little trod upon the way we used to be. In our hearts we understand what we must do to reach this unknown land. This land where all our dreams suddenly become reality We see a potential for trouble and we never turn our backs and hide behind any walls of shadows. When we need to come out head strong and change to right from wrong Our dreams are real, if you'll let them be, If you hold them close, and aim for this reality so dream on and open up to wake my dreams and yours We get a chance... A chance for something new Something only we understand.
September is like no other it's days change color and weather no other month can say quite the same gor every day, I can feel the change It's cool breezes start out warm, changing to cold throughout every storm, the leaves change and fall as the Summer will leave and Autumn kisses us all once again. September maidens feel the change like the blue of the sky yet the color so deep with nbelievable beauty. Maidens fall throughout and watch, each raindropp changing through colors so fast yet one streak remains the same of that wonderful sapphire rain. September, unlike any other will hold you tight, in any weather. changing will come, no matter where you go. North and you'll get stormy snow, South and feel the heat of summer coming september does this, no matter what. change lives within, Nothing to stop September is beautiful and awesome all the same It's hope for the future and the change comes swiftly as we sweep away The Summer will end and the Autumn will begin Change is all around with one maiden leaving and yet, another comes born into the world of wonderful September. The sapphire skies live on through out this wonderful.
