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michael
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 Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 11:34 pm Post subject: A moment in Time... the story of My Life |
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how familiar
these hands that seem to type these words
yet they appear just now
in looking down from the screen…
to the keyboard…
memory tells that they were once the hands of
a child… grown into a man
now they are old… cut with life’s scars
criss-crossed lines
that bear witness to the years…
gone again…
as looking up… these letters now appear…
blinking cursor…
waiting to see what is written…
memory tells there was a time when
the words above appeared…
one letter at a time…
accompanied by clicks
and the feeling of…
‘fingers on keys’… impossible to separate
yet this feeling is
neither ‘fingers’ nor ‘keys’…
what it is…
is... this feeling…
memory tells there was a time when
the words of this poem appeared
one letter at a time…
now they are complete…
now they are complete…
Love
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awakening
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| Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 8:43 am Post subject: |
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Ah.. this poem
it never started
it will never end... |
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Hatima
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| Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 10:12 am Post subject: |
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| Lovely, michael, thanks. |
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michael
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| Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 11:11 am Post subject: |
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| Hatima wrote: | | Lovely, michael, thanks. |
only Love sees the Lovely...
and it is herself... she sees...
Love
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michael
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| Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 11:20 am Post subject: |
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| michael wrote: | | Hatima wrote: | | Lovely, michael, thanks. |
only Love sees the Lovely...
and it is herself... she sees...
Love |
as too... the child... raped and battered to death...
for the sake of...
Love
for no child ever suffers...
and the hate that fuels the frenzy
is felt by no man
all pain and suffering... of rapist-murderer and victim both...
is endured alone by...
Love
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michael
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| Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 11:23 am Post subject: |
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though it appears so... there is no suffering in suffering...
this cannot be understood...
Love
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aquarius
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| Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 12:23 pm Post subject: |
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| Quote: | all pain and suffering... of rapist-murderer and victim both...
is endured alone by... |
yes,
alone,
all for LOVE.
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Aurora
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| Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 4:43 pm Post subject: |
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| michael wrote: | | michael wrote: | | Hatima wrote: | | Lovely, michael, thanks. |
only Love sees the Lovely...
and it is herself... she sees...
Love |
as too... the child... raped and battered to death...
for the sake of...
Love
for no child ever suffers...
and the hate that fuels the frenzy
is felt by no man
all pain and suffering... of rapist-murderer and victim both...
is endured alone by...
Love |
Some years ago there was incidents in Russia, one was in a theater where there were many children and terrorists, and the other terroristaction against children was at a school. I dont remember from which I saw the picture.
There was a picture in the paper of one of the children that had been there for a long time with the terrorists. I looked into the eyes of the child in the picture . It was eyes of immesurable pain and fear, but also the Eyes of God , Eyes of Love.
I saw Love |
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