They say, well I know, half of me is Irish and I have been to many wakes – that they dance and drink and celebrate life – but many things I have learned I learn from just being there, each one is different, each one a surprise.
Hope in full measure Enough to last many days Sustaining us A faith filled cup From which we sip slowly Lasting all our days Patience which awaits The dawning of the new day Lifts its eyes upwards
I’ ve stuck my blood in the eyelid stick and I whipped my ties with fed up by corners looks Parallels flooded by senses I’ve breathed with my shadowed lungs Scarred by the latest news The leftover drug from the glasses
You can give people pleasure without even trying today Stop underestimating the amount of influence you have, You have a lot over the moods of the people around you. Share those feeling of sunny, share with me this vibes! You can make a big difference when you connect with people. Just flashing a sweet smile [...]
Uncertain days Challenging the strongest hearts We climb a mountain Stepping upwards Approaching the highest peak A magnificient view Vision is panoramic Eyeing the valley below Part of our journey
Chicken soup is simple to make just throw the chicken in a pot with onions, celery and carrots add spices and boil till the meat falls of the bone Medical science and years of practice have proven that chicken soup will actually cure 99.9% of cold and flu viruses out there. Problems like cancer the [...]
I want to look into your heart Just to see what you’ve hidden from me there Question is will you trust me with your heart? Will you always trust me enough throughout forever! My Lady with those pretty eyes Sweet smile on your face Twinkle in your eyes The thought of your arms around my [...]
She is left and went to Jos, See, she is lost in the crowd, She sings and pursues righteousness There where she is swallowed up By the crowd And the war. Jos, she is gone To yonder. Come let us make love; There is no tomorrow And righteousness to chase after anymore, Only love, in [...]
Dreadfully afraid of storms, praying for them to go away. All different types of storms linger, in night or day – waiting for the thunder even when eyes see light.
A poor family, children neglected and a father has no use for them, beats them until they are raw, his knuckles like red embers.
