my dog began to scratch i think he had a flea
i looked through his fur a flea i couldnt see.

i got his little brush this he liked so much
it bristles they were soft he just loves the touch.

then he scratched again now the only thing to do
was put him a bath  using flea shampoo.

now his fleas are gone he dosent scratch no more
happy and content like he was before

and I love his enthusiasm. I never appreciated him until now.

There are those ugly burdens of life and                                                                We are greatly overburdened with those                                                                Absurd,ugly,and sad pressures of life ...                                                                 We try to overcome those ugly pressures                                                              Of life ,but all in vain and hopelessly ....                                                                Unless we are standing on a hard ground,                                                            Then all we do is useless and absurd anytime ...                                                    Life pressures us to fight back its atrocities,but                                                     All comes uselessly and all in vain anytime ...                                                        ___________________­

There's a little graveyard
just outside of town
The grass is overgrown
The trees are dead and brown
For as long as I remember
No one's been up there
And from the look of the dead flora
Nobody really cares

It's about a mile east of here
The fence is almost gone
It's never going to get mistaken
for good old forest lawn
There's not a stone of granite
Most are white, or made of wood
There are spots among the headstones
where others may have stood

I thought it was a potter's field
for those destitute and poor
but, upon close examination
i have discovered so much more
The names go back before the war
The civil one I mean
Back before the Pilgrims came
back to sixteen seventeen

There is no history of them at all
The names aren't from this town
But, there they are on ancient stone
Buried in our ground
It's really something different
The feeling of knowing who they were
Were they here in search of riches
Or chasing down the wealth of fur

I've checked all the stones still standing
Two hundred thirty one in all
that includes the stones rough hewn
left leaning by the wall
The town itself was started
Back in eighteen forty two
So compared to those here lying
The town is fairly new

The graveyard is neglected
There's no body here at rest
from since the town was started
laid in this hallowed nest
There's crosses and carved angels
Whole families as well
With this much soul protection
They will never go to hell

No one knows about them
But in this field the dead still lie
About a mile east of Vickston
With the road, cars passing by
No one will go up there
To tend those who came before
So, they'll sleep soft here forever
And dream of life forever more

I can't really tell what I feel
To those words that were heard from you
It was like a thunder striking me at my back
A bullet struck in my heart

I cry because you don't understand
What I am feeling right now
You're hurtful thoughts is killing me
Slowly and slowly like a drowning piece of paper in the water

I will let go for you to be happy
I will let go so that even in your saddest moments
You wont be remembering me

I apologize for being so busy
And knowing all that I do is for you
I let go of you for you to start a new beginning
And hoping for the best that's in store for you
In the future

"I am sorry" the only thing that I could say
To cry, the only thing that I could do
The present and  future, the things that I would think of
The past, the thing that I strive to forget

Light showers wash all flowers' faces                                                                      Just to make fresher in the morning ...                                                                   All roses' faces smile just to give us                                                                        A pretty impression about that pretty Spring ...                                                    We come closer and closer to pick those pretty                                                     Flowers and wonderful roses to our loved ones ...                                                  Our loved-ones love those pretty flowers and                                                        Roses picked by us to them anytime ...                                                                 It's Spring that brings all together through its                                                      Pretty nature and through its Pretty images anytime,anywhere,and everywhere ...                                   _____________________

If you need to go beyond
And don’t want to play a game
You need not to walk or fun
Tool or trick or tact or fame

If no plan; you have at all
Talking about he or she
Any season or snow fall
Fly to have it like a bee

If your goal is miles so far
You have no food, fish or fin
No matter plane, train or car
Face no trip through thick or thin

Go with care be determined
And you have to see your past
You have your inner! You find
You will be succeed at last

Moon needs not to conceal its scars
It grasps its own scars and light from the warmth sun
And instead of fading
it brightens more than ever!
When I found myself not able to behave like sun
I decided to surrender
And started reflecting light like moon.

I have been caring for gems
But knowledge have been caring for me

Heart cannot be purchased
As currency is matter of no use
Only one can succeed
Who deals in barter system!

i am a diamond.
you are a diamond.
we are diamonds.

we radiate color.
we are unpredictable.
we are extraordinary.

diamonds are beautiful.

i am a diamond.
you are a diamond.
we are diamonds.

we are beautiful.