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2 CorinthiansIf I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal.
If I speak in foreign and local tongues but do not have love, I am an emitting radio or a static television.
And if I have the gift of prophecy and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge; if I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing.
And if I have the job of protection and loyalty of all body and of all knowledge; if I have all honesty so as to stand through trails but do not have love, I am meaningless.
If I give away everything I own, and if I hand my body over so that I may boast but do not have love, I gain nothing.
If I give all that I have, and if I give what rightfully is mine so that I have but an empty shell but do not have love, I win nothing
Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, (love) is not pompous, it is not inflated,
Love is fiery, love is wild. It is not tranquil, it is not presumptuous,
66. TrapI, take you, for my lawful wife,
Are these those famous last words
That I have heard?
To have and to hold,
Does this bond us togehter
With a solid ball and chain?
From this day forward,
Is it truely forever and ever
or can we be parted?
For better, for worse,
Why is it always we must
be together in worse?
For richer, for poorer,
Can we withhold the idea
and never be poorer?
In sickness and in health,
Is it true we are in this when ill
am I expected to take care of you?
Until death do us part.
That is like forever,
What God has joined, men must not divide
Take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
65. HorrorIt is a dark night,
It is a long road,
But the temptation of home
and a long deserved warm meal.
He is a traveler
He is a nomad
But something drives him
and she is a true love.
The journey is vast
The weather is torture
But the wind's at his back
and he travels lightly.
But the night is young
and there are miles to go.
He never makes it home
And she dies a widow.
64. MultitaskingCellular and mobile devices
Laptops, desktops, web books
iPods, Mp3's, and digital radios
In this world all Medias are fair game
And make multi tasking as easy as it once was
To find a horse and carriage.
One FamilyQuiet in our thoughts
Laughter is not far behind
Somber in our stature
Dancing is not too concealed
Tragic with our losses
Mourning will vanish in the morrow
Lost with our pain
Rejoicing will return to us
For even in death
We are united
Broken RecordInsanity is doing something with a lack of reason
A deranged state of mind; everything's an illusion
Doing it over again, expecting a different end
Almost like a broken record that you're trying to mend
You set the needle back, hoping for a tune
But only vast, empty silence fills the room
They say the broken record would never be fixed
But still the insanity continues, leaving you transfixed
A different result you expect, from setting the needle back again
But never did it hit you that the attempt was vain
Endless trying, never succeeding
Perhaps it was just the insanity speaking...
We are all sick..Bacteria,
passed over and over,
from lips to lips,
from finger to finger,
from life to death,
and from soul to soul.
small to big,
dangerous to fatal,
and terrifying to adored.
passed from flowers,
and dark caverns unexplored.
traveling through the air,
into the blood,
into the water,
and into the soul.
All passed by us,
traveled through every passage,
and slipping through every gate.
Some would wonder,
what is the meaning of this poem?
Just to list some things that most are already afraid of?
To waste time of us who have lives?
or does it have a deeper meaning,
that we are all just to blind to see?
Well you see,
but the disability to not see how others see.
The disability that poisons the soul,
that weakens us,
and that will kill some of us.
Some people need to understand,
that before you judge,
or ignore something,
that you gotta think about what the other person might b
Different is GoodWhy do people seem to think
That its good to fit in?
That being different is evil
That not conforming is a sin
All people that conform
They are sheep, you can't trust them
But one who dares to be themselves
Now there's a hidden gem
Just think of who you'll meet
When you decide to just be you
So many fascinating people
And friends who love you true
Those who have a dream
Or a passion, or an art
They bravely face their fears
And can truly touch your heart
If you just be yourself
And love to live and learn
That is truly beautiful
And you help the world turn
Being different is good
Despite what people say
I'm different and I like it
It's easier that way
Ruba'i of MichelRuba'i of Michel
Rulers fell since history
Times change and stay the same
I look outside and still I see
But they claim it's in freedom's name
Everyone may be to blame
I head for my room silently
There can be only one thing true
In my privacy I am really free
Nobody can interfere with me
When I tell my honey
I love you
And I do
all I seeshifting sands
cacaphonic self saturation
all I see
relates to me
La Main de GruyereLe pieu rubicond de mortalité,
À l’assaut de mon membre fermenté,
Affine la flasque main de gruyère,
Pour lever ses croûtes et cratères.
Sur l’épiderme fondant et bulleux,
Les cloques claquent leurs corps fibrineux,
Suintant la bistre et laiteuse liqueur,
En une superficielle douleur.
La pâteuse meule anthropomorphique,
Laisse germer cinq doigts analgésiques,
La pasteurisation est amorcée,
Je vois, sa voie lactée cailler.
To My Own Worst Enemy (Writing Prompt)He's knocking on my door again,
He whispers, "You can do that another time."
"Just put it down a minute and then..."
Before I know it, it's a quarter to nine.
I must refuse him, I must --
or else I'll never get anything done.
Before it collects any more dust,
I must force myself to run
To the finish line, and don't give in!
Tell the procrastinator inside, "No way!"
I can finish, I can win!
I will not waste my time -- not today!
Found and LostYou danced naked in the dark to Mystery
And found Jesus hitching on the highway.
You found another self across the Wild Sea,
(Nearly Discipline, if not for your attention span)
And Peace from Eastern Philosophy.
From a looking glass you were Born Again;
And found Fortune in the bottom of a cup of tea.
You wore Religion like Fashion when it was the trend,
Collecting Faith, never Wisdom, you see?
You bet your Future on a game of cards,
Threw it all away when it got too hard,
And where I won, you lost when you left me.
63. Do Not DisturbProprium humani ingenii est odisse quem laeseris -
For we the wrong forget to admit our wrongs;
Failure for us to forgive the ones we have hurt.
I who hurt those around me, wish to how to forgive.
Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim-
There are only so many layers of epidermis one slice is all it takes;
It opens up the wonderful life that makes me a worse person.
I who feel pain now wish to grow to no longer see pain as an outlet
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