If we write, it's isn't  about us
                    it's isn't   about fame
                    it's more than a passion

When we lift our eyes up,
We see the sky
We see its beautiful  Azure blue colour
And went we pay attention, we have a  vision of Heaven :
Suddenly a face appears, it's sad it has a gray-dark colour
Its tears is made of blood
And in his sobbings he gives us messages
We write them down
We write to inspire a change
We write to raise awareness
We write to teach




When our words are not helpful to others, it helps us.
But even in our number, we don't succeed to give a smile to the Father

So we say : if our words are not interesting,
Keep it's central message and render it interesting, in your way 
And together let's rejoice the heart of God Our Father . And let's give Him Back His Smile

His Arms are wide open, let's Go back to Him and live in His ways, He've already send someone to lead Us 🙏🏽🙏🏽. Jesus Christ of Nazareth . The only way to God.

I know this is not a poem but I want to say what has been on my mind of the longest time. And this goes to anybody with a hurtful attitude even me, the one who though take she could never do anything wrong. well, guess what I was wrong.  I never thought about the outcome of something  until it happens. Stealing money from my dad was the must hatful thing I  could ever done and then having to guts to lie about it. It hurts you so bad and it will eat your insides completely.
In the bible the KING JAMES BIBLE VERSION. it says nobody will know the time or the hour. when will he be here? I answered that question. John 15:14 states "Ye have not seeked me, I have seeked you" Jesus knew what he was doing when he created us for a reason. Jesus knew what we are thinking before we even was created. he knows are ever move.

I am done for now but here is the main thing. If your name is not written in the lambs book of life, I am truely sorry my friend but you wont go to heaven. Trust in him and call apon he Jesus Christ for forgiveness and ask Jesus to come into your heart and take control over you.

Amen. Jesus Christ be with you ALL!!!

Nangungusap ang mga mata
Kasabay ng paglagas ng mga utal-utal na salita
Walang kuwit, walang tuldok
Pilit na binubuksan ang mga pusong nililok ng galit at tampo,
Walang katapusan ang kani-kanilang mga pangungusap.

Nababalot tayo ng hiwaga
At ang ating mga puso'y napupuno ng mga lasong
Sinulsi ng kirot ng kahapon.
Lumipas na --
Nilipasan na tayo ng ilang mga umaga
Napuno na tayo ng mga agiw sa paghihintay.

Iniisip natin sa kung papaanong paraan ba
Maihahayag ang mga palamuti sa ating imahinasyon.
Paano ba natin masasabayan ang lumalagablab na galit?
Na ibinubuhos sa atin gaya ng may kumukulong tubig sa takure.
Paano nga ba tayo mananataling walang pakiramdam
Hanggang matapos ang delubyo ng poot at paghihiganti?

Umiiwas tayo sa hanging mapanakit
Ngunit tila ba hinahabol tayo kahit tayo'y nakapikit na.
Walang hikbi at walang kamalay-malay tayong minamanipula
Ng mga pagkakataong tumutukso na tayo'y talunan na.

Ngunit sa lahat-lahat ng mga ito'y
Pipiliin nating tumayo pa rin
Bitbit ang ating mga bandila
At kahit pa sa ating pananahimik
Ay kusang sisigaw ang mga tala para sa atin
At mas magliliwanag pa ang mga ito.

Ang mga makakapal na ulap
Ay makakaya na nating hawiin
At magsisilbi itong palatandaan
Na tayo'y  hindi magpapalupig
Sa dikta ng tadhana at panahon.
Pipiliin pa rin nating maging tama
At ang lahat ng mga pasakit ng nakaraan
Ay magsisilbing pabaon natin
Sa kinabukasang henerasyon.

Kaya ko, kaya mo --
Kakayanin natin,
Kaya natin, kasama ang Panginoon!

River running..

That rushing sound in these parts
spell out the words, crystal-clear..
Tree-lined banks, giving way
to the Dark Hills,  upslope

Giving way,  to
granite-rocked outcroppings
giving way to  elk-hidden quakeys
Surrendering their holy-huddle's
pristine stances
to tall  prairie-grass, waving
wild raspberries  and tall pines

    And I,  myself.. 
    am surrendering also
She is watching the water, believing
That as it flows,
she will not lose herself in it
That it will not steal,  but heal

That I will not  rage again
within my fear

I am watching her,
watch the water
I am watching the water--  believing
That as I give  of myself
further  into the flow

that I will not become  diffused
by humanity
By the love  of man
and all  of its dishonesty

and all  of its  diabolical treachery

Of its  lack of concern,
or understanding
Or ability to break through
its own,  self-centeredness

Or its need  to swallow me up
    into the mundane.
Her hands are in the air now,
praising..

Worshipping
the true nature  of the flow,
Believing..
that I will let all of this, go
And as she  wades in
I ease, back--

Retreating
up the Dark Hills, *****
Clutching tightly..
To granite-rocked outcroppings,
  weeping.

Hiding in the quakeys,
among the majestic elk
Begging for the tallgrass, cover
among the wild raspberries.
   Now, fully concealed
   in  tall pines.

Her hands
are stretched out,  now..
as if hovering  over the waters,
participating

While I hide  from it all

While I hide,  from humanity;
From the fallen,  love of man

    She is wading in,
    Believing
.    
As I am leaving;
Believing

    As the cloud-hidden sky,
    starts raining--

playing the most incredible, of tunes.

Ang lalim ng 'Yong pag-unawa'y
Higit pa sa mga nakapilang karagatang
Nagsasapawan patungong Silangan at Kanluran.
Umaapaw ang 'Yong pagkalingang walang ibang nais
Kundi ibuhos ang 'Yong katapatan sa aking kakulangan.

At gaya nga ng mga ibong walang sawang sumisipol,
Ay gayundin naman ang 'Yong pag-ibig
Na hindi ko mabigyang pamagat
Gaya ng mga tulang kinakatha ng puso't pag-iisip.

Sa bawat bigkas ng bibig,
Sa bawat tuldok na simula ng pagguhit,
Sa bawat pintig ng pusong tanging Sayo ang papuri..
Ikaw at ikaw pa rin ang hihintayin,
At malaya kong ihahagis ang mga kamay sa ere --
Kung saan ang langit ay panandaliang masisilayan.

Maghihintay sa araw ng paghayag ng liwanag,
Ang boses **** sa mga letra lamang nabibigyang-buhay
Ay balang araw ding hehele't magpapatikom
Sa mga armas ng kadiliman.
At balang araw, masasabi ko ring,
"Nagbunga ang paghihintay."