A thing called love

Maybe love is just like the rain

You never know how hard it would be

Or how long it would last
Love could come so fast
I mean love from the first sight
Or it could take so long time
to be meant to be.. to be so right
Love could put you into darkness
And could bring you the brightest light!

Love is like the fire
Such a mysterious desire
But weather it is going to warm your heart
Or burn your home
You can never forsee it from the start
You can never tell
If It is going to lead you to heavens
Or is it going to lead you to hell!

Love could take you from the cold
And make you feel so warm
Love is like a rose
Beautiful but also with thorns that could harm!

Child's dream

A child dream is their imagination without
bounds, contrary to what adults believe.

Ask a child a question and the truth will come out.

Ask a child their aspirations and they can talk

about for days if not stopped by adults.

A child (boy or girl) do not have fear of the future

unless the adult mistreat them. They fear consequences

of a little tantrum, a little mischief, or a little lie 

after an adult made them realize that there are

adult rules that applies to them also. 

How can an adult justify the lack of interest in

their child is beyond comprehension. How can

you ADULT see a child suffer and be passive 

about it. BUT MOSTLY how can you ADULT

physically and mentally take advantage of a CHILD.

A child is the flesh of your flesh, the blood of your

blood, so it means that YOU ADULT don't value

your own life.

Let the child be a child, let them dream, let them

conquer those dreams about their future, who knows

it might be your CHILD that one day, might just

return your treatment of them. 

NB: These are my taughts and that is the way

I see and think when I hear about children's

abuse.   

Mimosa

 A flower beautiful like a woman,
resilient like a woman,
and celebrated for women.
But what happens once 

that day passes?

What flower do we put on a woman's

grave dead at the hands of man!

Wiseman

A wise man once told me...

worrying doesn't take away

TOMORROW'S TROUBLES,

it takes away

TODAY'S PEACE

and that HIT ME DEEP.

These are words that are not mine,

but in today's world I wonder how 

many wise men are still around.

It's sad and madness prevailing from

people who are blinded by their ego,

by their thirst of power, money and

are ready to sacrifice human beings 

for a minute of shining power. 

 

Searching...

What is new, I really don't know
my life is upside down and I truly
don't have any ideas on how to put
it back in order. 

Why do I feel that I'm walking on

egg shells not feeling the pain

that I inflict myself. I can't stop

crying from looking at my poor

body that refuses to listen to me.

A travel through books, old letters

to no avail, no answers are there

that will calm me down. I'm

looking for peace that I don't grasp

music that sounds great to my

ears but my heart can't stand. 

Am I true to my self, I really 

don't know and at this point

in my life I can't really care anymore.

Please help me find a magic potion

before I give up on life.

Oh me, poor me, what have I done

to deserve this misery at this point

in my life...  

Life stages

A bed  of flower but not sleep
a nature clock but not time
a book of pages but know knowledge
a position all right or all left  but not respect
medicine  but abuse in system but not health
expensive amusements but not friendship
proclamation of obedience but not faithfulness
a millionaire house but not home.

 

Pride not political

 

I'm not a politician,
I don't even follow politics,
but faith in my flag 
is my pride and joy.

STAND UP and say
THANK YOU to this 
beautiful country of ours
CANADA.

Sound of your cry

The clock by the bed is ticking too loud in the quiet night

I lie in the darkness thinking I must go before it's light Before you open up your eyes and you beg me to stay I'll leave 'cause I can't stand to see you hurt this way Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Though I knew the time was coming and our love would end somehow I just couldn't bear to tell you exactly just when or how I know we can't go on, that it was wrong to start But if you wake up crying now, you know you'll break my heart Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Ohhhh, sleep my love as I kiss you, kiss you, kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Ohhhh, sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear oh no, the sound of your cry Ohhhh, sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Oh ooh ooh ooh, sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye Then I won't hear the sound of your cry Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye 

Then I won't hear the sound of your cry

NB: this is sang by Elvis Presley

True or False

 

A wise man once told me...

worrying doesn't take away

TOMORROW'S TROUBLES,

it takes away

TODAY'S PEACE

and that HIT ME DEEP.

Time have not changed and MEN have not learned.

If......

I'm still trying