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Friday, July 31, 2009


As I throw
A blow
In the space,
It makes
The space
To ask,
what is wrong,
With this soul.
The space
Is so much sold,
To me,
To exercise,
my blow.
It question
My soul,
For wanting
Too much
At the same time.
As it may seem,
I owe...
To the space
Some sort of sanity,
That make...
The space
A suitable place.
Even though,
I may have..
So much skill
To offer,
To the space,
It is necessary
I spend it wisely,
So that,
I won’t become,
To the space.

Time is the countenance.

When the time comes,
I will like to share,
The same table with my...
enemies and friends.
The Table,
To drink
From the coffee cup,
Green tea.
My Enemies,
Because without them,
The tea is not possible.
My Friends,
So they could complete,
Every of my sentence for me.
I know the time is near,
For my wish to come true.
The character of my life,
Is to love always.
What more can I say,
To translate,
The gallery of nature.
Every turn I make
Is the right turn.
It seem to me more like someone,
Hold the torch for me.
As I walk majestically
To and fro
Enjoying every moment,
As it come through.
As the breeze calm the tension,
So is the mildness of my being.
The pedestals on which I stand,
Is built by the stone
In ancient days.
I have no worry
Because I have the right tools,
In my tool bag
To fight a good fight.
Time is the countenance...
of things to come

memory of my mind

If I could travel,
A day or two,
Through the memory of my mind,
And I could travel,
Through the ocean of time,
Then I will reach out
To some lost character of mine!
If I could be given a chance,
To draw the picture...
of what I want my life to be,
Then I will portrait the picture of..
An handsome man.
If I could roller skate,
In the Olympics,
Then I will strive much harder...
Never to fall.
If I could have a moment
In the sky,
Then I will like to be a torch,
For the world to see.
If I could control the weather condition,
Then I will want just spring!
If I could see through...
the minds of people,
Then I will suggest better,
And know people even better.
It amazing how my heart,
Think of beautiful world,
we can live in Today.

subdue comfort in life.

In the midst of troubles.
That’s where the trees
That give shield are planted.
In the deserted islands,
That’s when the dry lands,
Become a forest plantation.
Sometimes ago,
I thought of life as...
A farmland,
That needs some planned...
cultivation to succeed.
Knowing that,
Every stem in a tree
Enrich its quality,
To serve as a comfort
Place of rest.
It’s painful
To see a place of redemption,
Turnout,to be...
A place of retribution.
Where are the people of purpose,
And principle?
Who is ready to pray
For power to plan well?
Let us add some salt...
To the water,
perhaps, we can stop...
The spiritual stomach ache.
Time is ticking,
And the End time is near,
So let us take a stance,
And stand by it.
It is safe to say,
It is well.
If we do what we ought to do.
And leave the rest for Christ Jesus,
That strengthen us.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

sound of the saint.

It’s cool to see the cloud
Colored white and blue!
It’s feel like a cotton wool,
That comfort my soul.
It’s a calm that controlled,
My imagination.
It’s slightly sunny
While it slightly cold.
The trees were softly staggering.
Looking down the hills,
I foresee a slippery slope.
In the midst of it all
I still stop to see,
How others are smiling.
Let listen to the...
Sound of the saints.
That way we can saturate...
our soul with incense of..
The holy spirit.
Looking southward
I see soul
Screaming for sunlight.
Left with no option,
But to show them
The scroll of life.
Some study it
While some put it to stool.
Some were save
While some were slain.
Softly is the song of salvation,
And the song of strength.
How sweet is...
The sermon of restoration. June 26 2009.

The substance of a fine soul.

The echo of rain drop
Is the shadow of..
Divine abundance.
The monument of its..
In the courtyard of...
Beautiful flowers.
Walking down the street..
Of its paradise,
Reminds me of awesome favor.
Then I ask what did I do,
To get here.
What makes me to merit this,
Preferential treatment?
How in the world,
Is that am so special..
Grace is in the hands...
Of the one who do
As he pleases.
As I celebrate its coming,
And all that only GOD ..
As done for me
I rejoice!
Joy is right for me,
Always here and now.
The inward peace,
that radiate from my heart,
whenever am painless or
In pain is joy.
The magnitude and direction,
That GOD gave me
Is sufficient for me!
In order for me to embrace
I let go all...
character of mine.
The character of my being
Is what makes me fine
For this fine world.
December 14 2008.

GOD is Great!

A day in a snow paradise!
A moment in the court of
An excellent memory of,
Divine definitions.
A machinery of thrust
In the factory house of
A subdue monument of
Good substance.
For the gentleness of,
winter tree.
As the wind blows,
So is the magnificent of
His glory
Who’s’ glory
Whose’ glory
who’s glory.
Glory of the one whose
Is full of praise.
The epidemic of its glory
Is across the whole universe.
Every time I think of...
His glory
It makes me blush!
What cultivate my farmland,
Is the soil only
The most glory one,
Can provide.
Both hand in my heart clap
For his marvelous work
On earth and heaven
That endures, forevermore. 1.25pm December 6 2008.