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“In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can mortal man do to me?” (Psalm 56:4)

There are more than 3,301,112,087 women in the world, and a quarter more than that of man, but all I need is one.

If it's not to feel, it is to kill.

My sorrow sleeps not, though isolated. I have now a mission to conquer it, I will its cumbersome tail make no more wags.

The sorrow in my heart does not retreat, though condemned, isolated, and attacked.

“But from everlasting to everlasting the LORD's love is with those who fear him, and his righteousness with their children's children- with those who keep his covenant and remember to obey his precepts.” (Psalm 103:17-18)

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O' God keeps me alive, but fear withholds the righteousness from me.

'Tis such sour news, petrify my tongue and stun my words.

If love were a little song, I want it to swing the air, I want it to swish and lurk and propel its gentleness throughout the air, and I want it to reach you. I want you to hear it, to hear this gentle chime, this calling, this little song of love.

When it's true love, I know I don't have to worry, because when I ride a plane, and when it has to crash, God and you are there to hold me on the ground.

I love you,
Of greater height than the stars above,
Oh I am in love,
Of greater depth than the abyss deep,
Yet my heart is kept at weep.

My instincts revolt against such stagnation, idling exhausts me more plentiful than predicaments' plague. I crave earnestly for spiritual rest.

I shall be good to those who are good with me, and to those who are bad with me. I promise, dear lord.

I am a wayfaring stranger, crossing this world of woe. God shall keep me in this world of woe alive. And I shall abundantly compassion give.

I appeal to you, brothers, in the name
of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you agree with one another so that
there may be no divisions among you and that you may be perfectly
united in mind and thought.” (1
Corinthians 1:10)

“As you do not know the path of the wind, or how the body is formed in a
mother's womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker of
all things.” (Ecclesiastes
11:5)

I felt the bitterness biting through my chest and agony swimming in my blood, loneliness was like the air every time I could inhale it.

Gauge My Persistence

Though the seasons of the great summer,
Had slept over,
You remain with power
Of the greater flower.

Let not frown wear your brows over hectic times, God fathers your needs.

WIth a little bit of resources, much love can I create.

If you sever your heart into two, give me half, and you'll never find it again. Do you know why? Because it was my source of energy to produce unlimited love for you. Just a little bit from you, I will produce unlimited for you.

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Oh dearest most loved lover,
When has death's blanket on you cover?
Oh most gentle, loving and kind,
What tragedy have you left behind?
Now seasons are the longing numbers of your care,
That strides the rest of no compare.
For your love had one in a million been,
So had its ways the million in one seen.
And I too tough have my heart obey,
That torn down the sun of everyday,
And my wistful heart does much sorrow keep,
Which cries a billion tears deep.
Herein reach of sadness's top,
That journeys a travel of no sweetly stop,
And of that, speaks my heart "No more!"
For it has left a wound of no restore.

~me


The past is a good lesson keep
Too good a lesson to forsake
But in your coming words without it say.

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Your love is greater than the stars above,
I shall in life move with your love.

sigh

Rest or unrest, whether 'tis greater flame of the mouth to utter less incoherence, or the foul odour of the mouth to voice confounding coherence?

If one shall on moutain's heights climb the mists, what beneath awaits your firmament's harsh descent be?

You, less truly relieve my soul.

My heart does in longing numbers call heaven's judge, speak "no more, no more, no more".

Yet, my sleepless soul, whimpered.

'Tis true, 'tis true, 'tis true,
My love, I do,
In heart, in soul, in mind, love you.

O' dear God,
Give us your might,
That in pain helps us fight,
And your wisdom to set it right.

O' in heaven's great seat's eye,
In what compare do with you justify?
O' what seams on paper had they part,
'Tis compassion loyal not, from this heart,
What end keep you from me,
Which herein tents, in your a bosom's mystery?

'Tis much the length in longing time meet,
O' much in sorrow does my heart beat,
I have for her weep,
And her image in mine mind keep.

O' rest little foul of the mouth,
You exhale a fool's words.

Do with humility not yourself extol,
For inasmuch not the world is your control.

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Charm is deceptive, and beauty is
fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. (Proverbs 31:30) “艳 丽 是 虚 假 的 ， 美 容 是 虚 浮 的 ； 惟 敬 畏 耶 和 华 的 妇 女 必 得 称 赞 。” (Proverbs 31:30)

“A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her:” (Proverbs 31:10, 27-28)

I found something

I found this on youtube, some guy wrote it, I felt it funny, do have a look:

"Inane or insane: That is the question: Whether 'tis greater vanity of the tongue to utter little and extol much, or foam out the mouth the hollow ravings of pedantry, and by continuing, confound the minds of the simple?"

Serenity

Tranquility

Under the starry night,
The clouds struck off the light,
And street lights all flickered
No voice could be heard.

Then the pale light struck the ground,
And I walked under the wistful firmament,
And see one that I have found.

In every moment,
And every movement,
There are less being said,
But more meaning laid.

~Ken (me)

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Serenity Prayer

God, grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things that I can;
And wisdom to know the difference.

~Serenity Prayer (not me)

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It's all too tight a fight,
That he, each warrior's foe sits not on the top height,
Not too long a man,
Had he been a warrior of can.
Too many are the foes who strike their fists,
And my cheeks lie against the ground's in their hits.

And hear you now, the warriors' roar opposing selves,
Tight grasps swinging through their helves,
And I fall into bottom of heights,
I, too, common am,
You're a better man than I am.

~Ken(me) (inspired by Rudyard Kipling's Gunga Din)

lol

A little more than fill, and less than feel. (inspired by Hamlet by shakespeare)

How confusing can the clock ticks be, and its hands havoc feasts with, to the question, oh inevitable grasp of impermanence, what breadth of time has been left for me?

You have hopes but don't have time, I have time but don't have hopes.

Reality is a hard surface, and denial's all over it, you know the questions, yet you don't want to know the answer.

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The frown, as nasty fingers, stripped your complexion.

This outcast song, in love did the welkin bathe, it had in love with lush serene pace lit.

what's anger?

The frustrations burn in your face, your eyelids lifted furiously, reversed, utterly bent gradients atop your both eyes, force exerted and lifting between your both eyes, wrinkles lifted and your eyes now buried under the fury and the heavy head of yours ready to combust.
-Me

But of course don't blaze and ignite yourself and yes stop frowning, start looking for solutions instead of smiling.

Your inner mouth, you lick your palate, you throw a sense of bitter, bone-biting chill that rips my light apart and see the darkness obscured, bathed in the light, now scattered like the abyssal wind's sluggish spiral on every edge of the foggy breath. The seams and the tears of the slow-paced breath. And you throw the heavy and artistic mist-like particles and hang them in the air. It chills its bites in my bones, then creeps into my soul, and you make me weep.
-me

Your breath is cold, it settles in my bones, it crawls its way through the door of my heart, penetrates through it, then it breaks the remains of happiness. You massacred my remaining gold, and now you make me sleep in ashes.
-me

psalm 23

A mourning for the dead
In regard to "http://gigikissu.blogspot.com/"'s bf's death

~The 23rd Psalm of David~

"The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever."
--
Amen