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September 2016

La-La La Image

From daffodil gardens and lavender in snow,

To the beauty in sunset and the aurora glow.

A deep breath, hesitant sigh, I waken from my slumber of pleasant dreams and snapped to reality in this world of painful torture, where living is a chore; endless and tiresome ambition, perfection is a defect, an overcast to man outwardly.

Trapped in a deep pit of blazing fire, under the supervision of madness and destruction. The air is filled with darkness, executed survival skills, where evil prevails. Our minds are shadowed by evil in its purest form, pleasures of the devil for power means disruption. Summoning spirits of the underworld, present in the darkest corners where chaos creeps forward and captures those in their weakness, reaping disbelief, then possessing the mind and controlling their souls.

He the enemy claps his hands, when the angels are put to shame, immorality conquers all and love is just a mindless game, betrayal projected to the surrounding beings. This world is suddenly blinded and the heavens can’t be seen, for the daffodils and lavendered snow is just the dream of innocents, far beyond imagination, but here before us is the deception of hearts and uncarving of righteous man, its existence like that of a new born baby wishing his mother dead, and like the child left to die after much suffered agony to bring his life into this god forsaken land, children cursing the carriers of their pre-birth weight, take heed, for doomed we shall be, killed before we die. If not man has their ways changed, making amens, beware!

LOVE AS IT IS?

You have showered happiness and blossomed love from the moment our eyes crossed to the moment our eyes close. No mortal on earth can replace you for you have showed me the true meaning of life if I have never seen the power you possess I would never have found true love. If we were not meant to meet then surely I was not meant to love. If ever you have to leave my side the remains and pieces of my shattered heart will turn to dust and every evidence to prove my existence will vanish and now you have said the last goodbye for you have given meaning to all….

Perfect imperfections, life is not for ever, because life leads to death, and every soul with taste it, and soon we all will I bet…

Love is stepping stones to pain but death is the foundation and everlasting thrill…

Death is a gift, one painful at receiving…

I’m not an atheists buts is so hard believing,

I’m not afraid of death, I’m scared of losing people, I wish I hated the world and everyone in it, that way everyone could die and I wouldn’t have to feel it…

I’m scared of being alone, the world may have a nation, but what’s the point when it is deprived of the best creations…

This is the point that I can’t go on, I give up depression has won, there is a pattern of death I hope I’m don’t complete it, I don’t wanna taste death, when I have much pain to leave with…

What’s a home if all the people you love isn’t in it, and what’s the reason for warm tears flowing out to a cold body…?

What is happiness and why do I not fully reap the joy, if the people I love are leaving me…

I wish not to love nor, attach all temporary joy leads to pain, and I never wanna hurt ever again…

We were just a little close, like the petal of a rose, whenever I looked at you I saw her, you were always there for her, and sometimes made her feel better, you reminded me of her, cause in you I could see her..

But those memories are dead, she had died and took you with…

Now I am alone, nothing that I own, will remind of me all that I had!

I know your time came, and know things won’t be the same, I know you’ll want me to be strong, is hating death entirely wrong, I wish in. Turn next, I can’t bear to lose another, its bad to wish on death but it’s better that getting left my heart stands full of emptiness!

If death were a game I would never play and if, if love was an option I would rather have that pain, that the brittleness of losing people over and over again!

I give up on love…

 

WOMAN THROUGH OUT THE WORLD

You never asked to change you never did complain, but it’s owed to you, that the world sees you through. Growing up your dreams were wild, and you let them flow you were only a child. There were things you wanted to do, place you wanted to go and now you look back your foot print, don’t you enjoy where you once stood. To think of the time you once lived for yourself. Growing up, taking life as one big adventure. But there before you, she stood again. Another woman yet passed that stage. Whoever asked her what she wants…

 

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