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No Exception

We are no exception and got to act
This is reality and hard known fact
Strong urge grows as natural tide
In perception it may remain very wide

It may demand more even if you dislike
It goes up in air like flying kite
One side may not be enjoying
Other side may differently employing

What does our normal life cover?
Enjoy its fruits and rediscover
The soul strengthening exercise
With full of thrust, desire and promises

Will that be giving full pleasure?
Of course for both and for sure
As there is no other go then to submit
It is right course and definitely fit

How much one may be driving out of?
One may feel contended and gently laugh
It is victory over scaling the peak
No one feels contrary or simply weak

It may fulfill the long awaited desire
One must cooperate and fully admire
It is private domain and needs careful adventure
There lies open filed and very bright future

All events take place in chain
There is no gain or drain
It may be called sweet pain
Human minds must read and ready to train

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Reality With Desire

A reality with desire
No one else can admire
It may be subject to satire
Whole life can be on fire

But dream within ambit
The situation seems to be fit
Its elegance and joy
Full of excitement to enjoy

Have a desire
Try to make it real without putting life on fire
There is chance
You must try at once

Peace at heart
That can be called real art
It may give full indication
What can be the best relation?

Love to live with and enjoy
It can be enjoyed with lifeless toys even
We are human being and meant for all
Must see the reason and prevent the fall

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A sense of pride

One must feel contended
Even small things must be carefully attended
It gives sense of pride and honor
Even if things are in nature of major or minor

The self satisfaction is definitely a pleasure
Its depth and value can not be measured
It is to be taken as matter for no discussion
Everything is open and for self admission

Life is to be considered as not burning question
Though it holds the key for success and failures in relation
It is for us to go in for its correctness
To admit the lapses on part is really called greatness

We live in total uncertainty
There has to be clear demonstration of ability
You may demand respect only when you are successful
The chances are there to avail in abundance and plentiful

We should see the danger coming from any direction
If you are alert then it is good indication
It will save you from embarrassment
It will stave off the situation from critical moment

Although there not much to worry
Enough Care has to be taken for later not to feel sorry
Everybody will be careful and curious
It will be eagerly awaited making you very anxious

Not all will be lucky to have everything
There may be some shortage or lacking
One has to make bold move and strive very hard to attain
Still the anxiety and cause of worry may remain

It is openly admitted that life is full of struggle
There is no surety of life as it is called simple bubble
No one knows when it may be shortened or over
The life has to be struggled and lived however

When you are placed at the centre of the activity?
All eyes may be watching you for caliber and ability
Here comes time to enjoy the fruits of hard work
It may enlighten you to start new or embark

It is one’s own choice to choose the road
Till it is over it will be felt as difficult load
It may require tremendous efforts and zeal
The enjoyment may be very sweet and real

Any work done must be enjoyed with willingness
It should not be thrown away with tiredness
Once taken on hand then must be finished soon
You may have peace at mind like coolness of moon

It depends on human nature and behavior pattern
Not all may be enjoying in same way in turn
One must develop the quality to endure
Even small quantity can also make it sure

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Come November

I grasped it with the start of some change
I don’ blame it entirely to the age
Whether you told me or not
The idea was severely fought

It was snow outside but needed warmth
I was worrying about the result aftermath
You stood there inviting me with grace
All reddishness rushed with freshness on face

It was long endurance and testing
Here you were there not resting
You could see only burning desire
I fully caved in to appreciate and admire

The feet were not developing cold
They were bracing for action very bold
The music was airing in with serpent’s charm
I felt it desirous and very warm

I could not make out what you were reading
You were out on a mission and quietly leading
It was deviation from concentration
I was looking in eyes for clear invitation

You lifted your head in clear recognition
I realized you were engulfed with real ignition
It was natural but burning desire
You were adding fuel to fire

You were fresh page of the book
I needed to open it to bring out of hook
She wanted fresh impetus from initiation
It was well deserved and natural excitation

I did not pretend to be ignorant
The action was immediate and instant
You came on scene like fairy from heaven
I was all set to loose and go for it even

I was fully aligned and encircled
You embraced and simply smiled
The clouds descended heavily with over cast
You were subduing and moving very fast

I had missed her since long
It was my presumption and not wrong
It was her desire as well
It was forced on me to feel

It is not the fault of individual but seasons
They bring tremendous changes with full reasons
After autumn, the spring is always welcome
Even to anybody’s dislike they definitely come

I did not hear her gentle murmur
It was not hissing but simple whisper
The head rested on strong solder and arm
I was going down with indefensible charm

I had missed her for long years
The sweet voice was missed by ears
Finally she made it to reality
It was best of her with quality

I cried for with extreme joy
She had sided with me to enjoy
It was neither a lust nor compulsion
It was nice but full conversion

It may well be remembered
The whole concept may be centered
The scene changed as she entered
I sensed it well and not ignored

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Personal glory

Love is not felt in words when you express
It is foolishness on our part to go deep and trace
Its origin can be as natural as possible
As love emanates from body desire and being single

You may feel any way you like
Love is not the single part of life that strikes
When two searching soul meet
What else is there to think and greet?

Some of the actions may take place
There will be natural glow on face
Somebody may take it as sexual desire
Some one may it as chance to admire

Sex, love, desire or by whatever term you may refer
That has always remained centre point to differ
Why all pick it up easily to narrate their lust?
Where it is natural to perform sec and invariably must

No doubts those may be finest moments
All done with desire and strong movements
Yet it deserves smooth expression to feel its test
Not in vulgar way but possibly in terms very best

I enjoy every moment that has come readily
Share and whisper with partner and show it happily
What else to remember in life for future memory!
Few memorable utterances that had formed personal glory

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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With full awareness

A light went off but simple thought entered
All the life she took enough of care and catered
Not single moment we missed and lived together
She has now afforded me an opportunity to be called father

Her belly was slowly coming up in defiance
I was dreaming of it and had completer reliance
The baby may come out and find the new world
What does baby may know whether it is hot or cold?

She may come near and whisper in my ear
“Baby will be in belly for three fourth of an year”
We should be careful not to hurt any injury
We must live in happiness and be merry

I was in full agreement with her and gave nod
It was not in our hand now and awaited final call from God
The rest of the time may pass of easily and we shall be normal
The baby will finally make presence on countdown with arrival

We were dreaming day and night with full awareness
It was all the more anxiety and natural keenness
Baby was assuming shape and awaited divine blessings
We were careful and eager to make not any messing

She would catch my hand in disbelief
Though she used to remain in pain and pray for relief
I was helpless in not helping her out
The course was open before us and it was thus all about

It was natural result coming out from willing act
The baby was coming out as result of it
We were ready to accept it as real fact
As it was filling us with joy with no option to react

She will move her hand often on womb
It was surfacing with uneven surface like tomb
May be it was shaping like some monument
We had all the way happy moments

She feared some pain at last moment
I too was cautious about her movement
She was not allowed to move with some load
She was forbidden to travel even in vehicle on road

Finally a day arrived and she complained of labor
We rushed her to maternity home as was advised for
She was taken immediately to the room
We could notice all around babies’ boom

We all eagerly waited at the exit door
Any time doctor was expected to come near
And announce the good news we long awaited
It was to come soon as I feared to be fainted

Baby’s cry brought me to immediate sense
There was good news to relieve us from being tense
It was going to be a reality as we had wished
The long wait was finally over and finished

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A burning desire

It is burning desire from heart of a lover
He can’t hide it from anybody under some cover
It may come to be known to every one
It may move on smoothly if objected by none

It may remain his exclusive desire to go for it alone
He may want her to remain under his exclusive domain
His main worry is just to keep her by his side
She should remain there and stay permanently beside

He may act unwise and dream in fool’s paradise
He may consider her as things of merchandise
No resistance from her can be tolerated by him at any stage
He may try to remain calm and peacefully manage

He has many dreams to materialize
He builds castle in the air and wants to realize
It can help him to live like king’s size
There is nothing wrong if nothing goes wrong and boat to capsize

It may be strong desire to move hand in hand
She may have to side with him and act as friend
This may possible be the road to an end
Flowers of all kinds with best wishes are daily sent

He would want to her to remain at door steps
She must welcome him try to help
The relaxation can be extended by her kind gesture
The happiness may always be there if she is completely sure

Who will not his companion to remain always in sight?
She will come willingly to the cause whether wrong or right
It will be earnest attempt to walk along in difficult time
The priorities may be different but goal will remain as prime

It is not mad man’s race to go for it and capture
It may develop crack and relations stand to rupture
It needs confidence building with full trust
To win over the hear is condition and must

Let us not remain confined to desires and wait it to come
Everybody may think of it and try to overcome
Sincere trial may be good step and welcome
It is desirable to prove worth of it or try to become

It is not wrong to dream about future course
It has to be based on realities of course
It may not run aground for the want of reality
It has to have complete theme with continuity

It may add to fragrance with good smell
There may be different stories to tell
The desires can be met if everything goes well
It will be surrender not arising out of sale

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A living dead

I am considered as living dead
No desire to be assertive and in position to lead
I am moving in public and looked healthy
I am in strong position and considered wealthy too

I have stable position and earned good fame
I don’t know how but any how it came
I made it easy by remaining aloof
Any one can see it as clear proof

Yes deserve to be good human being
You should be determined and willing
Nothing can prevent you for doing so
If whole heartily you prefer and go

What is use of leading an aimless venture?
If it has no energetic thrust for future
Something has got to be done for its success
Life should be like an open page and allow the access

If in life if you have something to offer
People may accept it gladly and not differ
It is how you present your self in their eyes
There won’t be left any if, buts and why

I lacked complete will to usher in open domain
It wasn’t my way of doing and exclusively remains
A stigma or tendency to be away on selfish ground
A parallel which can never be easily understood or found

I am taking fresh air but leave it with pollution
Rudderless direction sans a strong resolution
Not willing to offer any thing of kind gesture
Have nourished nothing of that sort for sure

I shall continue to live in uncertainty
I have failed to understand its complete utility
I am no less than any selfish creature
I still live out of harmony for the future

There may be many more that may be same
I feel no guilty for being and feel the shame
I feel the purpose of being in this world as different
All my moves lead to the direction and seen as apparent

I shall see it as no draw back
As I consider myself very frank
It is great things to admit the lapses
With my being as exception nothing is going to collapse

Someone one may come forward and fulfill the mission
I consider it as greatest asset if you openly go for its admission
Not all the persons can deliver heroic performance
One look inwardly and have little glance

Life is glorious mission to be lively fully
I full realize it but can’t participate wholly
I have countless flaws and fears within
How far I can survive and long remains to be seen?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love can Waits

love comes in the contentment of erotic satisfaction
of human expression, underneath human feeling of
love and as it is bounded and join amongst universal
interaction, the heart can wait the soul to hold the
plasmic energy the power to procreate and subdue
the given freedom of existence

rejoice my heart, give the aloha, the shinning
beaches of halos of sacredness to exist, the soil that
sadden the lost and the sky to sing, the acrostic of
sweet sound of songs, as the angel unifying their
voices of praise that love can wait, the passion to
hold every bits and pieces of your heart

urge me my soul to indulge, taste me to ponder and
looks beyond today, and shield my entangle emotion
to see, that goes what my desire to happiness await,
never turn back your face in the reality reflect, push
me back, the dream what i dream of a family of the
future would be

there are chances to choose, the day of today is of
tomorrow to wake, Lou! i stand amidst my certainty
and laugh my urge which my eye is blind, the joy i'll
take last not in a lifetime of my day, humble my heart
the earth that give in the satisfaction of my body,
looses my soul

all my life happiness i desire, the body express of
my heart rejoice, and forget the birth of the hour where
i was reborn, lies the sinned that i commit of which i
was not born

lift me always high in the pedestal, i always weight
in the heaven i adore swift my innermost heart to fly
away my darkest side my human body desire, lead me
until, my soul return in the day to come and i will be
ready to stand in the altar i sing

lead me Lord and take my soul...where i will be ready
to lead my way.....love can wait my God

poem by Antonio Liao
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The Dominant Male

Your place is by my side, my dear,
A-holding of my hand
When I am feeling rather queer
And hard to understand;
Not 'mid that fierce forensic crew
Who argue in the courts;
But doing all that you can do
When I am out of sorts.

To me it all seems very clear:
Yours to submit and bow;
Mine to command and domineer.
Your place is by my side, my dear,
A-stroking of my brow,
Consoling me for all my ills
My proud position brings.
The while you find vicarious thrills
Midst all the humbler things.

Your place is by my side, my sweet;
For you, so weak and frail,
Must bear the burden and the heat
Of troubles that assail
The lord and master moaning here;
You may not toil alone,
But ever by my side, my dear,
To soothe me when I moan.

To me it all seems very plain:
While I am strong, I'm free.
But when I feel a little pain
Your place is by my side again
To calm and comfort me.
But if you went out on your own,
And left me in my pride,
What could I do, dear, all alone?
Your place is at my side.

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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No way to express

I see sullen face in mirror
It creates some cold in spine with terror
Is it what am I in real dealing?
Do I create no way for healing?

Real contrast and it makes me to shiver
This may be experienced only by fewer
I know I am not cheating conscience
Still I think it differently with variance

I am no stranger to self and know the limit
I feel guilty when people catch my feet
I am not what I am supposed to be
I act contrary and still feel free

It is not the concealment of the facts
It speaks well about my concealed acts
I tried hard enough to cheat conscience
With all favored arguments at once

People may know well about it and laugh
Still it will not be complete fact but only half
I shall go on uninterrupted and lead the way
There won’t be anything more to say

Why to be afraid of life when it is full of duality?
World has recognized it as best available quality
I can be no exception with its existence
I must live happily with its presence

Why should I bother to see self on reflecting surface?
It may read only what is seen on face?
Nothing come out in open as to what is going on inside
I shall keep it in safe custody and nothing more to confide

It is not the same world as it looks apparently
It is only reflective mood presented currently
It will suicidal step if we remain aloof and unconcerned
We got to fall in line and remain on guard for not to be cornered

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Pain No Gain

Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, mark hudson
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Face in the gutter eyes on the floor
Walk on down you know the score
It's a dead-end street back to the wall
Get it together you can get it all
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No time for losers you make the call
Believe in yourself stand tall
Another day it's in your hand
You can be the winner in the end
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Keep runnin' don't look back
Keep movin' straight ahead
Keep goin' don't ever stop
There's time to rest the day you'll drop
You roll the dice you play the game
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
...

song performed by by Scorpions
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Call Me

I cry for nothing
As it has caused me something
I am what I am supposed to be
Like fruits laden on tree

Call me
As I am free
By any name
I have no shame

You have used me as toy
Employed all sorts of decoy
Made me means to enjoy
As you wanted me for joy

I know it is my body
That is not liked by anybody
Yet you are after to have it
I shall not refuse as it certainly fits

Not with your ideology or mine
But it can be defined as fine
It is our wish and desire
I shall and may put it on fire

I shall surrender
For, you are not offenders
The age is tender
It is call of gender

No one has escaped
Yet vanity is caped
Hidden from vultures
As it is my golden future

I shall hold the key
To look fine as honey
I shall open cards gently
As you may accept me readily

I have no room to complain
Even if it gives me pain
I am normal human being
I must praise self and sing

I shall think of no result
As I am not afraid of insult
I am committed fully to the cause
As it is me and me only of course

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A senior year

Time has passed like rain
We had lot more to gain
It was nice time in school
We were maulded intellegent from fool

So much to think and focus on future
It is senior year and lie is to be made sure
Summer has ended in good spell
We are all fine mood and well

It is time to enjoy
To make it memorable and full of joy
Time and tide wait for none
This is realized by everyone

High school life is not forever
It has to be enjoyed however
All happy moments under one shed
No idea how future will be led

It is going to be sad and emotional
This is going to be very natural
The happy mometns may emerge on memory lane
We may be going away from school by land or plane

We need to adjust with new challenges
Wr are not sure wheather will be able to manage
It has to be shared on larger platform
We need to go alone and warm

We can’t roam freely and run around
Something new has to be found
It may not look sound
We got to adhere to and are bound

We need worry a lot
We have learnt and simply may not be caught
The life had been nice and full of ups and down
It was best even known in the town

We will be permanently separated
The incicences will always be related
We may enjoy when slightly occur in mind
The joy will always be there to find

The road is wide open to march on
Many hrdles to be crossed over and won
New avanues to be explored and exploited
Not a single second is to be waited

I had bright yesterday
Tomorrow may provide me fine way
It will give new prosperous opportunity
Life may go on with its continuity

We will set in new big world
The relation may develop very hot and cold
We will stand fast and remain bold
We shall bar the sufferings untold

We will go out from school as seniors
Our place may be taken over b y out juniors
No one may be called inferior or superior
Ecverybody has proved good fighter and warrior

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What is it that stands between us?

Back again to see the day,
To see through skies another way.
Through pastel shades we fade away
Blissful in the night.

What it is I’ve done
Where did I go wrong?
Maybe there’s nothing more to this,
Maybe it won’t last long
This happiness I’m feeling.

Dazed, blazed confused, you know, crazed.
Ripped. Torn. Worn out at the seams.
Coming apart, slowly but surely we fall in endless dreams
And close our eyes we drift into the night
And everything’s o.k. for a little while, everything’s alright.

You know you can come back with me now
To way back when
We’d sit around in uniform and maybe then
Dance away the blues at night
To scared to face the daemons that awaited us in the day realm.

The source is drained,
Go close your eyes,
Slip on over to the dark side,
The other side of morning.

Another way to see it through
Another way to blue and back again
All for you my friend
To dance the night aflame.

Dreams fulfill desire, open up your minds eye.
Perceive the reality around you, a shambles.
Take a little gamble, you know, take a step outside.

Shape, mould desire into each and every form,
Break away from the norm, you know, its all an illusion.
Shake away the sleep from your eyes,
Torn away from bloodshot skies,
Another day is born.

As the new dawn fades,
As shades of grey
Follow in our footsteps.

Keep on keeping on, sweet dreams ever onwards.
Don’t languish too long in temptation,
Redemption lies beyond your shoulder.
What is it that stands between us?
I see no diversion in your path,
All I ask is you sit back and laugh awhile
Await the time to pass.

What does it mean?
How do you feel?
Does it make it any more real
That your dreams are scattered evermore.

Are you ever going to stop and think?
Sink a while, and wallow
Swallowed, engulfed within realm of nonsensical values,
Who could complain? Not I, I’d do it all again.

poem by David Lacey
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Drunken Head Blues

Well the bricks are piled on main street
And the sun is turning brown
Anybody with any sense
Has already left town
The beast is hollering lonesome
And the ghost of rimbaud rides
Ive got a drunken head full of reasons why
Ive got a broken heart inside
I can hear a dog someplace barking
I hear the wind begin to moan
At night I walk these rain splattered streets
Dead on my feet and all alone
My dreams begin to crumble
I can feel the downward slide
Ive got a drunken head full of reasons why
Ive got a broken heart inside
I have seen all of my dreams
Slipping away like sand
Love has grown wings and left me
Flown right out of my hand
Now Im weary and bruised from singing the blues
And my fortunes are down
My face and my walk are known
In every bar and dive in town
You can ask me where am I going
But Ill let your question ride
Ive got a drunken head full of reasons why
Ive got a broken heart inside
Ive got a handful of mist
Ive got a barrel of it
What do I do with it
Now Ive got no place to run
And Ive got no place to hide
All my trials, all my cares
All my worries, all my pride
All my sins, all my troubles
Theyre being washed in by the tide
And I wish, how I wish
That I could get on that horse
And ride and ride, ride and ride, ride and ride
Onto the other side
Ride on to the other side
Ride on to the other side
Ride on to the other side
Ride on to the other side, the other side, the other side...
Now Ive got a pain in my soul
And its fifteen miles wide
Now Ive got a pain in my soul
And its fifteen miles wide
Now Ive got a pain in my soul
And its fifteen miles wide
Ive got a drunken head full of reasons why
Ive got a broken heart inside

song performed by by Waterboys
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Drunken Head Blues

Well the bricks are piled on main street
And the sun is turning brown
Anybody with any sense
Has already left town
The beast is hollering lonesome
And the ghost of rimbaud rides
Ive got a drunken head full of reasons why
Ive got a broken heart inside
I can hear a dog someplace barking
I hear the wind begin to moan
At night I walk these rain splattered streets
Dead on my feet and all alone
My dreams begin to crumble
I can feel the downward slide
Ive got a drunken head full of reasons why
Ive got a broken heart inside
I have seen all of my dreams
Slipping away like sand
Love has grown wings and left me
Flown right out of my hand
Now Im weary and bruised from singing the blues
And my fortunes are down
My face and my walk are known
In every bar and dive in town
You can ask me where am I going
But Ill let your question ride
Ive got a drunken head full of reasons why
Ive got a broken heart inside
Ive got a handful of mist
Ive got a barrel of it
What do I do with it
Now Ive got no place to run
And Ive got no place to hide
All my trials, all my cares
All my worries, all my pride
All my sins, all my troubles
Theyre being washed in by the tide
And I wish, how I wish
That I could get on that horse
And ride and ride, ride and ride, ride and ride
Onto the other side
Ride on to the other side
Ride on to the other side
Ride on to the other side
Ride on to the other side, the other side, the other side...
Now Ive got a pain in my soul
And its fifteen miles wide
Now Ive got a pain in my soul
And its fifteen miles wide
Now Ive got a pain in my soul
And its fifteen miles wide
Ive got a drunken head full of reasons why
Ive got a broken heart inside

song performed by by Waterboys
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Assist With Your Giving

Whatever that is that is asked,
And is within one's grasp
Assist in the getting.
Assist with your giving.

If you've got the time and patience,
And look for ways not to waste it
With an enjoyment received,
From that which is given
And from no one kept hidden
Enjoy that which is,
Your life to live.

A heart that is full of desire,
Gives.
A heart that is full of desire.
Inspires as it is.
And that is the life we all should live.

Whatever that is that is asked,
And is within one's grasp
Assist in the getting
Assist with your giving.

A heart that is full of desire,
Gives.
A heart that is full of desire
Inspires as it is.
And that is the life we all should live.

Assist in the getting.
Assist with your giving.
And that's what a life 'lived' is.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The paradox of life

the night does not fall my dear, it is only your eyes, that close,
that what make us so busy, we always tend to make ourselves
easy, though in reality we want to go easy go lucky

full of contradiction, an irony what we feel, a great paradox of
what we want to do and just easy to let it go, when anybody who
is hungry, God immediately filled it with sweet honey and when
everybody is lazy, He punish it thoroughly

God don't want us to leave alone, so crazy to accept, yet very
holding to take, so vague, of nowhere to stand, to short to
understand, then what makes a man, to love more than what
is being done, in the creation, we are the number one

is this the faith that tells of what care God wants us to feel, is the
kingdom of God has come in the midst of everything that man
has done, so cruel, that one has to know, that He is the God,
who never complaint of everything he made, a feature that
shows, He is not you

so all seeds, must grow in the vineyards he sow, let the weed
may grow side by side with you, for days will come that, all be
harvested into one, segregated each and every one, where the
ripe may go for the grain is ready to be stored properly and
milled it as may go, tow as it flows

all men has to submit, for the kingdom is ready, and the life we
take is on the way, as the sower say the judgment is near and
salvation is clear

let my heart desire, in my soul make it true, for in my path i know
i am only planted in the paradise of heaven, i grow, in God let it
be true

poem by Antonio Liao
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A past mistakes

Did i learn from past mistakes?
Did i attempt to to retake?
The lost ground and claim glory
Have i ever felt sorry?

It is easy going and not taken seriously
Letting opportunity slip continuously
As escaping the life miraculously
No bid for full thrust and wonder aimlessly

Seldom you try rise to the occasion
You action is not full hardy and raises many questions
It may pay you no award
You will be denied full reward

One has to be fully contended
The thrust has to be well intended
It is to learn from past and surge ahead
No to cry for split milk and positively lead

I shall have to mend the ways
It is useful and guidance always
The things can’t turn bright all of sudden
You will have to make all out efforts even

It is not the correct way to sit idle
Some one has to be made as your idol
Try to have inspiration from his contribution to the cause
You must strive hard, work relentlessly and not pause

It may look all philosophical talk
It may help us really when in life we walk
The life is meaningless without any talent
You have think twic before giving consent

What else can be decisive factor?
It may be faced in any sector
You got to emerge as victorious
But the efforts have to be continuous

Not to look back but march towards destiny
It may be looked as idealism to many
No other way is left to think over
You need proper guidance and cover

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Am Sure

Words & music: mike hudson and michael w. smith
Looking at the future
Who can tell you what is going on
It seems we have become the generation
Of wars and bombs
And the heart grows weak
And the fear grows strong
That the day may come and it may not be very long
And you want to run
But you dont know where
So where do you go
I know
And I tell you
Chorus:
I am sure there will be a day
But it will not be like the nations say
The lord will come when this life is through
And his deep desire is to be with you
Hearts will fly when the new world starts
And joy will rise like the morning star
God will meet every cry of the heart
And its my prayer
I want you to be there
I like to think about the new creation
Things that God will do
So every now and then I stop and close my eyes
I enjoy the view
And the heart grows strong
And the fear grows weak
And I cannot wait for the new world to come to me
And while I dream
Oh, I pray for you
cause he wants you to go
I know
And I tell you
Chorus

song performed by by Michael W. Smith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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