Serah Over Matter

It’s a thing of wonder to look in my darling’s eyes and see just how beautiful He is. His soft brown eyes radiate warmth and kindness, he is a rarity among men and it gladdens my heart so, to know he belongs only to me. Some calm days, I get lost in thought of him, oh how excited I become to hear his soothing voice minutes as I think of Him and this happens always. Sometimes I think we are so connected no distance is too long to communicate straight to our hearts. You see, I have a mind with wild imaginations, sometimes I wonder if I reside in fantasy land more than normal. Now, I imagine being in a wonderful garden somewhere, anywhere in the world, maybe even as far as Kazakhstan..it sounds really far, if they have the wonderful garden I now picture in my head then its fine, I envisage I am with Him, sitting under a big oak tree, having a picnic and enjoying the warmth of a sunny day. We have lots to eat, ice-cream to counter the heat, candies to munch as we tell hilario...

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It begins with excitement, The moment I put pen to paper, To encore in prints what my heart feels for you, But words escapes me, expressions are lost, Words alone will not suffice. Like the quiet sound of whistling wind in a desert The biting cold at the start of winter, I feel the warmth of you at every moment, The sound of your voice is striking like the timepiece on the highest edifice. As the beauty in summer, I capture the start of life In your eyes, Melodies resonates in my ear as you whisper loving words to my hearing, I fail to once again capture your essence, You are more than I can ever posses, And words alone will not suffice.

Tis one of such commission, Requiring tact, wit and disjointed emotions. Write I must, of a distant season and love, A pleasant time which was not to be, but was best lost for both entwined.  Its all fair in the game of romance, The seething tears, lonely night was not all fair, That one should forfeit what was dear,  pretend years would obliterate, For a future not foretold. There is joy in pain, Reminisce in privy was the only succor to find, The glint of almond coloured eyes in laughter, Stolen moments of passion, secret getways to brave open rebuke that we ll be locked in appendages forever in milliseconds. Which you find now in the arms of another. Tis was better to have loved, To have stared deep into your soul once,  Cherishing every moment while we cross paths, Knowing the endeared value of friendship that now holds us bound forever, To love you like a brother, a past lover and friend.  Tis was better to loved you...

Lord I tried, Sometimes it is hard to stop, breathe and live. Cares of this world shifts my gaze, Uncertainties sway me, The struggle for sustenance, what to clothe with, And the hassles to acquire abundance distress my days, As if my whole existence offered just these.   I lay down but worries outrun me, What will the outcome of my life be? I crave the highest of achievements, Oh, how I desire great influence. I fear my peers will fare better than I, Judging myself with another who is different on his own course, Vanity exhausts my days, anxiety wrinkles me.   Your percepts demands actions, So why do I nothing with that which you have spoken, But concern myself with besetting weights? I heap up substance for fear of lack, But shortage bangs my door like a friend in the morning. I deliberate your instructions, but I follow distractions which drives me aground.   My Lord, My God, Forgive me fo...

  To know wisdom, instruction and to understand words of insight let the wise hear and increase in learning and the one who understands obtain guidance. Were you not instructed not to forsake the instructions of our father and the teachings of our mother be used as a garland for your head and as pendant for your neck? When sinners come with enticement and plot to lie in wait for blood, are you not strong enough to refuse consent and flee from such worthless and wicked persons you call acquaintances, or did you not take counsel from our father when He said the man filled with crooked speech, the one who winks with his eyes, signals with his feet, points with his finger and whose heart devise evils, will have calamity come on him in a moment that he is beyond healing?   Now I laugh at your calamity, terror strikes and I mock you now. Distress and anguish has come upon your flesh and body because you heard and refused to heed, your complacency is now your woe. Do...

What’s it with people committing suicide or purposefully engaging in vices that are harmful to them? We hear its depression. It becomes worrisome when people find themselves in such position and the only best thing to do is just end it by taking their own lives. The surprise is immense mostly when a celebrity dies of depression, people are left to wonder why and how victims with exemplary lives of encouragement, and motivation to people around them could have ended so sadly. Their spur-of-the-moment condolence messages and prayers are tinted with regret and inadequacies of friends and family members left behind that paid little attention to the deceased. Wrongly assuming families, friends and acquaintances are doing well and forgetting to stay in touch only to be notified of their demise. Sadly it happens so often around us but not as publicized as when public personalities are lost in the same manner Here are a few tips about depression.   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D...