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Message to Gaia.Time have passed above my head
I remember when from my diary I read,
I used to look into your eye."
My dear, is the only thing
That still keeps me alive.
Can you recall
Which we call our own,
Where you and I
Used to hide
To become one with All?
I still cry them back
When I stargaze and look above,
When I hug your precious love,
When you give me companions
To forget the sadness of a lonely heart.
I live for God.
Praise the Lord
The mighty GOD
He who gave Sight
He who gave Faith
He who gave Spirit
To the living being.
Praise the Lord
The all mighty GOD
For taking away the damned
For baptizing the blind
For healing the weak
In the time of need.
Praise be the Lord
The only one GOD
I would do anything,
For YOU, I would sew my eyes
To believe blindly,
For YOU, I would purify this vessel,
Using asceticism and the Bible.
For YOU, I would even sacrifice,
To prove that I belong in YOUR paradise.
I praise YOU
Mighty and Everlasting GOD,
Are all of these enough?
To be worthy to enter YOUR kingdom,
To enter into YOUR Heaven?
Mysterious letter.Namaste everyone. Firstly, I would like to thank everyone the patience, the support and the understanding. In these last months I finally managed to finish the book on which I was working for a few years. For more information, take a glimpse -> The Light House.
Also, I would like to mention that I'm going to start a series of poems titled as "UnMentioned". I will leave all of you to decipher what kind of poems these will be. I think all of you are familiar with the binary codes, so here is a tip:
O yes, if you manage to decipher the code, please don't write the answer, let others to have fun as well. I wish you all good fun with it, and to help the deciphering, a link will be mentioned bellow. Take care.
Love and Light.
A Soldiers Lullaby.Every night when I go to sleep
I hold a picture until I weep.
I know, strong man don't cry
But I miss my family, that is no lie.
Almost everyday is the same,
We wake up
And we do this role play
Because this is our screenplay.
Once in a while
We are given some free time,
Until the siren starts to chant
And we grab our toys
And we kill those boys
It doesn't matter if they are...
Or Eighteen years old,
They are our enemy, that is what we are told
And we should not feel no remorse.
When we dig the graves
To our friends or foe
I pray and I bow
In hope that someday
I will return home.
After years of decimation
I am leaving this fiction
But when I arrive home
How can I look into my children's eyes
Knowing that I took away other ones lives?
Dear Parents. I care too much...The everlasting burning flame-
Only a candle which forever shall be blind,
Such as my family,
My mother and father,
They no longer,
Know what is wrong or right,
Both of them see the world, with no eyes.
Full of life he was,
But now I look at him,
I see only doubt and fear,
In a lonely heart.
Alone, drifting in a green ocean,
Yet he can't touch it nor feel it,
And because of his greed, others suffer,
Because that is his need.
Divination, made her drunken,
Fortune teller, is her tailor,
Numerology, controls her daily,
Yet I am called the one, who is dreamy.
I feel sadness, when I look into her eyes,
How can a person depend, on so much lies?
Every step that she takes,
Firstly she awaits,
For a queer old ladies approval and bliss.
Let me take a moment and explain,
These are the facts which remain,
After a "conversation" between parent and child,
I ask you "experienced parents",
Are we, the children blind?
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