Look around and tell me, who’s happy? Isn’t happiness the goal above all? Or rather to avoid feeling sorry For ******* away the springtime in spite of the fall?
You are the light of my life My morning sun and my evening moon I want to reach you and stay by your side Too bad you’re just “not in the mood” Too bad “you have better things to do” Because the only thing I do is think of you
I dream of you thinking about me too
Sometimes we want to be cared about by the wrong person
As a child she was in the dark to what was unfolding around her it was WW2 and she knew not of the deaths at Auschwitz and Sobibor she recalls being taken from a ghetto to a transit camp in Westerbork a ride to nowhere I knew not when I was just a tot others had been caught She was taken from an orphanage kicking & screaming bruised and cut then shoved her in a bus to transport her to a destination small as a hut arriving at camp, they shoved her in a gas chamber, strange twist of fate it malfunctioned ,she was left naked in a chamber overnight, was it Faith? thumping heart and all she curled up from a crawl and cried to the wall Angels of death rejected her, she was too sterilized with innocence burning in an oven she didn't belong, she lived to tell without pretense unfortunately scarred for life, she survived and lost her dear parents on her wedding day she did cope a survivor with an anchor a rope dressed in white she took a ***** Jews, burned in ovens all because of Adolf ****** and his hatred for Jews Jews, God's people honest good living Citizens who did no wrong, Jews Jews, human beings ripped apart, God opened gate then wept, JEWS +
Ah, this spring- Your sweet scent touches my little heart and I wanna hear more sounds of your feet. Your shyness and silent love make my soul fly.
I dance, and smile inside me with your humming song. Why do you look at me with your smiling face? After seeing your lovely eyes I also draw a dream on my mind.
Do you chuckle like this? Or do you love me, miss? Could you tell me, please! The shine of your beauty will make me mad at you; So, will you talk to me? Will you walk with me- rest of your life?
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I smile and cry in Bengali I sing in Bengali too Whenever I feel pain I find a cure in Bengali!
Bengali is my mother tongue The Bengali language is my soul I see the simple path in Bengali and there I get my wound heal!
Bengali is the light of my eyes Bengali words are the power of my voice The Bengali language has been honored and it has no competitors.
We talk in Bengali That's why we are Bengali We won the Liberation War for this passion and now we are independent!
Bengali, today you are proud of us for whose love, blood, and self-sacrifice They are on the head of Bengali; They are alive with the rising sun.
Oh, Bengali language, You have been purified with the blood of our nation On the 'Twenty-one' February!
BE The United Nations' (UN) International Mother Language Day annually celebrates language diversity and variety worldwide on February 21. It also remembers events such as the killing of four students on February 21, 1952, because they campaigned to officially use their mother language, Bengali, in Bangladesh.
More often than not one is fated to continue loving a lost great love misunderstood as regrets teaching self love expanding to others is healthier to living then surviving in daily worthless pain that hating is.
I wanted to know true love in this life time. To meet great wise souls, but mostly haters came to me as stranglers boa constructors mendicants greedy blood hungry Alien moths attracted mostly to my light.
Snakes slidered around my tini cradle in my parents forestlands, one bit my leg! Through life, it was the most benevolent of my attackers! My uncle's malignant child predator his jealous viper wife Roselia was as evil marriage to my spoiling paternal uncle didn't change her ways. . Roselia murdered my two baby brothers David Sanchez and half brother blue eyed Antonio Chavez G. She devil left me internally bleeding dying requiring surgery to save my life . I ran away at age seven surviving that ugly predator in her jealous rage towards my naive un-protective ignorant unfit widow mother! Later on, running from this nightmare two human predators fathered my three precious kids Jealous Greek Medeas tortured my newborn babes in Calamata and Athens Charalambos (haralobo) Kiriaki and her family poisoned us three for years and a lifetime trashed me to those who were deafly jealous of me in USA. Henry R, W remained a Charles Manson advocate in CA he is and his evil sister Liz his sterile ex-girlfriend all high on ******* almost turned me into Sharon Tate! trashing me for being an RH -O- Back in 1983 to steal my children and sell them for ******* dues to whom ever bailed them out a hate crime against me a Mexican born a Mom struggling to stay alife all alone beautiful in and out purple heart Mom; an immigrant running for my life saving whatever the vipers left of my 3 baby girls and myself! I couldn't find a single friend in USA My Josie-Rosie my sassy, required surgery on her sternum chest to save her life. We are hated for surviving them all foes ditching their death dice each time they tried stocking me and baby girls everywhere we went. Elizabeth W G even bought me a fraudulent life insurance sold my medical records to thugs in the medical LA care fields in LA CA USA hating me for succeeding in all they have failed. For my heart, my perseverance! for my lovev to my children.
I was so battered myself I feared going public but my silence allowed enemies to return to trash me to my kids and harm them some more I couldn't save them they were assimilated drugged compromised and blackmailed.
I have not seen my grown kids in eons just to not to spike the demented jealousy in those thugs they now call friends enemies who took my place in their life. the witch hunt must end for God is stronger then evil doers. That deadly enemy used drugs to lure my 2 sons in law trashing me to them too beyond repair.
They think they won but God's justice shall prevail to avenge some justice for me and my blindsided children whom I birthed adored raised schooled my gifted high IQ'd kids. I saved their life a million times my motherly rights shall resume. as God is my witness evil just can't prevail forever.
True love divine found me too. in all areas of life that may matter the all wholly good ways. That unforgettable true love had left me behind shredded. alone misunderstood; Afterwards misery and pain was all I found as you read above. but my heart of gold knows how to love no scorn in me hides only love. Is it better to have love and lost? This purple heart Mom knows what true love is though.
What to be in love is like, when a special human being fell in love with me too. When my children deep down understand we are all victims of same evil enemies my kids love themselves and me their good life saving caring heroic Mom. deep down, my children adore me Angel Mom, remembered well. their Mexican-American Mestizo French mix Mom pride and joy Mexican lives matter too!
I am glad I was your Mother (my lala, my sassy, my coco) Patricia Angela, Josephine Rose, Michelle J San-Gutier. I am giving you three new names for good luck, new beginning! kiss my grandkids for me their true maternal grandma. with much much love.
And to me all, all this, it made all the difference. sigh.. ~~~~~~~~ By:Karijinbba Copy Rights 2020
To the loves of my life my grown daughters my grandkids and my first and last love JPCRk as for my unprovoked jealous enemies. My children and grandkids belong to my heart to God not to you snakes in our paradise! we aren't dogs nor cats not for sale! your evil deeds are destroyed with truth. Charalambos haralobo serial killer human trafficking predator: Kiriaki Mantalozis, Elizabeth W G Henry R W Arthur and Susan W. Raitano chikd tiryurer Judy A you are trash thieves human ptedators racist biggots human trafficants with agendas sociopaths I give you all ten traits of narcissist personality. I didn't make you sterile you were born that way God is wise in who to make a Mother and who not to but the devil births and feeds thugs like yourselves to steal treasures and feel important because without victimizing innocents you have no life at all. As God is my witness you all shall rip what bitterness you inflicted unprovoked..
A cook, peels, skins and scoops out the inside of fruit, veg and whatever else he can carve up. I never thought I'd be sympathising with food, in order to describe my current state....
Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all; Many times he died, Many times rose again. A great man in his pride Confronting murderous men Casts derision upon Supersession of breath; He knows death to the bone Man has created death.
By: W.B.Yeats, for Karijinbba ~~ The malice of thiefs injured me nearly killing me st only age five; Men (beasts) in uniform Greedy Feds killed my father five brothers and all grown man and boy in my Purhepetcha Indigenous tribe for the greed of my father's land Man created death repaing evil for my good from the riches of my forest land they ate and lived as kings while I barely survived, but take heed I did rise.
On my father's shoulders my seahorse kind of dad beloved he carried and adored me my future he could read perfectly in our starry night sky and love for me happened exactly as dad had predicted it would be from my fathers heart I thrived and I rose and men I did love despite treason by few ~~~~~ By:Karijinbba/AA.
THREE HEROS LOVED ME MY FATHER MY OLD TRUE LOVE AN AMERICAN AN ELITE WISE KING OF HEARTS AND MY ADOPTIVE MOM ROSE WHO LOST HER LIFE TRYING TO PROTECT ME BECAUSE OF THEIR COURAGE AND FORESIGHT TO BET ON MY FUTURE I RISE EVER LOVING AND WISE