Hi it’s good to know you. Stay blessed.
Regards, love and peace.
Rashad.
Chairman: Hope development organization.
Email: chairman@hopedevelopment.org http://www.hopedevelopment.org/index.htm
hello, welcome and I am delighted to meet you, I am a Moroccan artist whose label swallowman, and to know me better please visit my blog http://homme-hirondelle.blogspot.com
I hope that my letter will find you in good health and perfect you and your loved ones. kiss
swallowman
hello, welcome and I am delighted to meet you, I am a Moroccan artist whose label swallowman, and to know me better please visit my blog http://homme-hirondelle.blogspot.com
I hope that my letter will find you in good health and perfect you and your loved ones. kiss swallowman
I appreciate your profile....I'm Mrs Myra McLarey.....I am a sick women suffering from breast cancer.....Kindly email me because i want to share my great mission with you.....God bless you.....mrsmyra_charity@yahoo.com.....
Greetings from Bali, everyday I am greeted by butterflies and birdsong...and at the moment a lot of rain....
I agree with you if we spent the same amount on Peace as we do on war this Planet would be a paradise..
I'm half clan McMillan, and very handy with a bagpipe....but perhaps you could ascertain where I belong in your scheme of things...will visit your site soon
Please listen to our music and find us on Facebook or My Space or at www.christhewizard.com
Hello, lovely to meet you(ish). I will have a look at your projects later, right now I have to watch the Shock Doctrine to remind me why I'm studying, and then do some studying. I'm going to put a poem on here. I hope that's okay.
I’ve given birth to myself in muddy fields
Sweaty crowds dancefloors
Of Achilles heels
Open throats and eyes
Inky outcrops of rock
Slumping into the sea
Thinky fingerprint stained
Sheets of paper
I’ve
Been reborn as me
More times than there are names for god
There are monasteries devoted
To notating tabulating remembering
And celebrating my birthdates
My star charts expand in fractal arcs
Astrologically etch-a-sketching infinity
Light on dark
Ink lines stealing in cartwheels through
Galaxies
My consciousness is constantly unconsciously
Caressed by requests with respect
To father and mother me
Sister and brother me
Lover me silently with sighs lent by divinities
Offers to divine the PH balance
Of the soil of my soul
To see if my moment seeds need
Fertilization with flesh strained through
Poetry
It’s true I’m almost always
Oblivious to all of this giving
Spend my time tinkering
With a syllabus that has no directions for
Living in
My condition appeals to the church bells
I’m pealing
I
Keep telling myself my tongue
Is a stained glass ceiling
And not another carpet
Of simple green seedlings
I’m stunned into coming
Every time that I realize I’m breathing
Still… bite my tongue
Cloister my lungs
Wear my skin like a nun
And stop myself feeling
The pregnancy and wing
That respiration reveals
And just go on reeling and call
It all fun
When I know I should be kneeling
When I know I should be kneeling
To each thing that breathes under this sun
I’ve been reborn many more times
Than I’ve died
Keep losing my skin
But there’s an infinite supply
And yet and yet
The tear away petals of your eyes
Are the gentlest forceps I’ve ever seen
They make more sense than a thousand machines
And all these horizon lines I’ve chased
All these struggles I’ve embraced
Were just erasable traces
Of that perfect taste of that perfect
Place
Of your inside face
And you yourself are nothing
Nothing more than the air I blow
Balloons with
The ink I draw cartoons with
And a shrine that understands, unlike some,
Exactly how I know and want to be held.
Thanks for the invite Santana. I like your page. I will definitely check out both Transcendent Nations & Project Restoration. Here's to a Peaceful 2009.
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Love and Light, Eva
Regards, love and peace.
Rashad.
Chairman: Hope development organization.
Email: chairman@hopedevelopment.org
http://www.hopedevelopment.org/index.htm
GLAD TO MET YOU SANTANA,
KEEP IN TOUCH,
LOVE,PEACE UPON YOU
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I hope that my letter will find you in good health and perfect you and your loved ones. kiss
swallowman
I hope that my letter will find you in good health and perfect you and your loved ones. kiss
swallowman
I agree with you if we spent the same amount on Peace as we do on war this Planet would be a paradise..
I'm half clan McMillan, and very handy with a bagpipe....but perhaps you could ascertain where I belong in your scheme of things...will visit your site soon
Please listen to our music and find us on Facebook or My Space or at www.christhewizard.com
Keep Smiling
I’ve given birth to myself in muddy fields
Sweaty crowds dancefloors
Of Achilles heels
Open throats and eyes
Inky outcrops of rock
Slumping into the sea
Thinky fingerprint stained
Sheets of paper
I’ve
Been reborn as me
More times than there are names for god
There are monasteries devoted
To notating tabulating remembering
And celebrating my birthdates
My star charts expand in fractal arcs
Astrologically etch-a-sketching infinity
Light on dark
Ink lines stealing in cartwheels through
Galaxies
My consciousness is constantly unconsciously
Caressed by requests with respect
To father and mother me
Sister and brother me
Lover me silently with sighs lent by divinities
Offers to divine the PH balance
Of the soil of my soul
To see if my moment seeds need
Fertilization with flesh strained through
Poetry
It’s true I’m almost always
Oblivious to all of this giving
Spend my time tinkering
With a syllabus that has no directions for
Living in
My condition appeals to the church bells
I’m pealing
I
Keep telling myself my tongue
Is a stained glass ceiling
And not another carpet
Of simple green seedlings
I’m stunned into coming
Every time that I realize I’m breathing
Still… bite my tongue
Cloister my lungs
Wear my skin like a nun
And stop myself feeling
The pregnancy and wing
That respiration reveals
And just go on reeling and call
It all fun
When I know I should be kneeling
When I know I should be kneeling
To each thing that breathes under this sun
I’ve been reborn many more times
Than I’ve died
Keep losing my skin
But there’s an infinite supply
And yet and yet
The tear away petals of your eyes
Are the gentlest forceps I’ve ever seen
They make more sense than a thousand machines
And all these horizon lines I’ve chased
All these struggles I’ve embraced
Were just erasable traces
Of that perfect taste of that perfect
Place
Of your inside face
And you yourself are nothing
Nothing more than the air I blow
Balloons with
The ink I draw cartoons with
And a shrine that understands, unlike some,
Exactly how I know and want to be held.
Happy iPeace Day!
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Chris
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