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If I could dare a dear friend...

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I have a friend, who is quite good in all she does In fact, I could say she's quite excellent Until I remember, oh she's got something missing Buh doesn't everyone have something missing? To this my friend, if I spoke of this In fact, it'd benefit her Yet I remember, she did speak of her issue Except she doesn't find a problem in it For this my friend, I suppose I'd do anything to help with her issue In fact, I'm the next smartest person she knows Though I know well, there's one she'd rather speak with A fake console for her Oh, my friend, shouldn't she be the smartest in the world In fact, she has a take on every subject A beautiful perfect take Of what use is a take not acknowledging the giver of knowledge My almost excellent friend, who would save you? In fact, you do know Buh you claim you need no saving Well do you know that what we see is not the end That there's a world beyond Once, you taught, so, well you know that this knowledge onl...

Thoughts of The Night

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Should I be eyes for the unseeing? Should I be image for the unseen? Should I be ears for the unhearing? Should I be words for the unheard? Should I be mouth for the things unsaid? Should I be words for things unspoken of? For those who cannot walk the night, to listen to the silent gossips of passersby... Should I be a silent whisper?  For those who are much timid to listen on the passersby... Should I be an echo wave of wind For those too distracted to notice the things around... should I be smoke of burning fire enough to get you out of your head For those too engrossed rather in their attractiveness... Should I be the better beauty of everything else in existence? Buh oh well, it's night It leaves as quickly as it comes, for it is no longer than day And oh well, it's night indeed Though it be gone, it will be back again For as the day fades, the night returns In all it's darkness, and all it's silence In all it's Glory, to prepare for a new day ahead. Amos 5:8 K...

FLEX FRIDAY πŸ’–. MY PERFECT ARTIST.

CHAPTER 7       "You're home early" Julius said as Lisa changed into her slippers by the door. "I'm hungry" Lisa said wearily. "Wash your hands and face, I made you lunch" Julius said, standing from where he was on the dining chair. "Thank you" Lisa said and headed for her room. As Julius went to the kitchen, he knew definitely that Lisa wasn't in a good mood at all, her saying of thank you was a sign to that, she never said a thank you to him, and if she ever did, it was with a smile on her face, or at least an almost mocking look. He wondered if she told Caleb about their moving.       "What's wrong?" Luke asked, bending beside Caleb who was holding Florence. "I'm not sure,buh she's fainted, I suppose" Caleb said,unsure what to do. " What's wrong?" Ella asked,as she and Patience stood before them. As Caleb and Luke looked up at Ella and Patience, George Sandford came from the other side ...
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  Thursday, 31st March, 2022. And as much as it wants to embrace it Is as much as it wants to be be embraced by it But it says instead that they are sworn enemies Enemies by nature made Nature made and nothing either of them could For trying to break this nature's law would destroy Though only one would be destroyed The one who wants this most would be And so the other helps by hating Hating to prevent their predestined destruction should they meet Who is able to bring them as one when nature forbids? Buh there is One who made nature Who can bring water and fire together if not The Almighty For as Fire was enemy to everything it met This Almighty made it friend to the bush that didn't burn And as the water which was a friend to all, needed by all He made a river of it to consume the enemy of His People. Luke 18:27 KJV  And he said, The things which are impossible with men are possible with God.

RESTORATION

 Day by day, we probably lose something. And a lot of time, we don't even know it. For instance, I could say at least we lose the clarity of a memory as days pass by. Even your most cherished moment is not as clear as when it happened when you recount it. But really, we don't need the clarity of our memories restored because it's just a natural thing that a thing of the past can't be as clear as what is happening presently and right in front of you.    It however does gets amusing when the thing you claim to love is lost and you have no idea, not to talk of a way of getting it back. And that's why I like to think we probably don't cherish that that we claim to cherish as much.      Miriam laid on her bed, straightening and bending her left knee as she attempted to find a comfortable position. The throbbing pain in her left knee was still there, even though she had just finished her 10pm prayer session. Usually, that particular pain was a way of creating con...