Preserving moments of time and space.

Poetry in Stills

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A Silhouette of My Life

Me and the Cross

At my lowest,

God is my HOPE

At my darkest,

God is my LIGHT

At my weakest,

God is my STRENGTH

At my saddest,

God is my COMFORTER.


It’s A Good Thing I’m Not Born Today

Back to the days of kites
The wind
brought freedom and might
The higher I flew,
the farther my sight
Wider horizon
made my future bright.

It’s A Good Thing I’m Not Born Today

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Back to the days of streets
Where real friends
I truly met.
Didn’t care
of the sun’s heat,
As long as I played
using both my hands and feet.

It’s A Good Thing I’m Not Born Today

<a href=”http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/good-tidings/”>Good Tidings</a>


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Threshold

As roads crossed
from a lifelong journey,

When destiny becomes uncertain
brought by unending choices,

Have to stop for a while
Feel the flow,

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Reassess your passion
Reset the goals,

Burn the flame
and get ready to start again,

A new threshold of  life.

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This is my share for this week’s photo challenge with the theme Threshold.

 


Solitary

solitude

Go on my darling, move away
but my love for you shall stay.

This day honey I set you free
but sweet memories shall remain in me.

Go forth, find your destiny
With someone you  wanted through eternity.

But if fate leads you to a lonely room
remember, I’ll be waiting here at home.

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This post is my share for today’s daily prompt with the theme “release”.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/22/daily-prompt-tainted-love/

 


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Waiting for a Playmate

volleyball monochrome photographyI’m a ball
Oh! I need your control
Without you, I’m a useless fool
So, please don’t just leave me down the hall.
I like to be played
It’s why I was made
If you don’t like me, do a trade
To someone who’ll love me ’til I fade.
 
Without someone, I’ll be just a ball.
 
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http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/31/photo-challenge-object/
 
 

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What’s with Math?

Numbers : The Married Man Who Loves His X

I’ve gone to school
they taught us numbers;
Figures and equations
I couldn’t even remember;

Geometry, Algebra
all the inches and meters;
All year long
every given semester;

Graduation at last
counted a lot of beers;
But then when at work
All I need are my fingers.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/01/26/daily-prompt-numbers/


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To Where Should I Be?

wanderer 2 black and white monochrome eikons

To where should I be?
If endless roads meet,
and my wings limit the sky as I flee.

To where should I stay?
If seasons change,
like any other place I played.

To where should I die?
If to dust shall I be
as time passes by.

Tell me, to where should I be?