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Fooled by fate,Against by time.Love that has no future,But bore a fruit.He was past,And thought of gravity.She was present,And played cello.They met whenThey were yet to sprout.Love blossomedAlong with themA fruit grewAnd its named Margery.A family of three Was forced to breakSeparated by fate, time, As well as science.Albeit remembered by love.Sweet yet so bitter and achingly painful.
I rarely daredWas too scared No one caredI rarely triedI always criedOften you liedI rarely wantedQuite often tauntedTerrified and haunted I rarely neededOften I pleadedSometimes I succeeded I often desiredLife sometimes backfiredLove often misfiredI rarely hoped I often mopedI hardly copedI rarely wishedSometimes I swished Often felt squishedI rarely dreamedThe world schemedOften I screamedI rarely smiledAn unwanted childOften felt exiledI rarely laughedGiven the shaftOften felt daftI rarely lovedI was shovedOften felt unloved
I pray you fly higher than you ever imagined, I pray you found your passion, I pray you’ve done your healing and now you’ve learned compassion, I hope you learned comparing only leads to subtraction,bound to confusionblinding you from your magicI hope you learned that loving your enemies is your greatest comeback, healing is never an act,what you give out, is what you must get back law of polarity;I hope you learned how to escape, dogma;law of karma,as I speak on universal laws I pray you make peace with your flaws shall you prolong, it’ll be the cause and effect of your withdrawal I pray you find the higher meaning of it all I pray that you….e v o l v e | fgod
People judge you all the time, you think you failedYou really feel like crap and judge yourself, tooTheir verdict is biting and unsubtly veiledYou look in the mirror and detest the viewTheir outer voices became your inner voiceJudgment is now within, around, above youThey nail you down and leave you no other choiceYour ugly reflection makes you wanna spewBut look! With this mirror, there is something wrongThrough meanness and hate it was completely bentFalse light, resentment and gloom made the lie strongIt doesn’t show you but false signals they sentLet me fix the mirror so that truth appearsReflect yourself in Love, in its gleam and beamI love you so much with all your flaws and tearsYour amazing beauty is my dearest dream
Freedom is different things to different peopleBeing who you are, live without oppressionFreedom is the absence of fearFreedom is love, doing what you loveIt is the freedom of expression, of thought, of action, all three at onceTo be able to think… to move without limitationIt is the power to create your own existence in this worldIt’s a utopia, it doesn’t really existBeing happy in your own skinWe chase after freedom all our lives, but freedom was lost the moment we were bornFreedom is letting go of everythingFreedom is there where the law diesIt is something we all have but not many really know itFreedom is timeDoing something without harming othersFreedom is a right, not a privilegeDo what you want, when you want, wherever you wantFreedom is totally unique to youRemember that you do have the right to choose freedom
And something beautiful happensWhen we say it out loudWhen we acknowledge our pain When we are open enough With those around us To trust that they will stay And sit with us in our darknessWe do not belong in that placeWhere we are constantly Running from our truths We can only tell the truth nowWe can only hold our hands upSay enough is enoughAnd own our mistakes Forgive ourselves for our demonsWe did not choose themPerhaps they chose usPerhaps they sought us outRegardless, we will fight themOn the other side of everythingThat we thought we knew About ourselves About our lives About this world,There is a better way of livingWe must trust thatAnd take A leap of faith It is in our darkest momentsThat we find what we are made of
Mysterious DreamYou burried me in the forest,Where the trees where too thick to shake,You laid a rose on the grave and left a sparrow by the old wooden abandoned house…You dropped pebbles on the streets to indicate my grave for your return….You smiled on your way back, but deep down you were unhappy….You drank vodka ciroc even though it was against your religion all because your inner spirit was unhappy…You shipped paper boat letters to me thinking my spirit would be wandering by the shores on the north…Deep down you were feeling guilty for letting me go…All I remembered is the notification of my alarm saying it is 8:00am…
We like entertainmentnot enslavementwe want to playwe want our waywe like watching moviesand many beautieswe like playing games,calling each other nameswe like readingor hot cocoa after sleddingwe need entertainment, according to our statements