A Healthy Lifestyle
- Sleep early
- Eat all your meals especially breadfast
- Read or do something that makes your brain1 think?
- DO excerises such as Cycling, Swimming and Jogging
- When you are reading etc. Rest your eyes after 30mins.
- And SLEEP EARLY!
Monday, April 2, 2007
Healthy lifestyle
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
God-fearing man
Listen mister, brother, sister, family and friend,I fear with each day pass, our time grows closer to the end.Listen stranger, passer by and those I never knew,There's not one day that you're living has been promised to you.And I am a God fearing man.I'm a God, I'm a God fearing man.I reach out, I reach out for my God's hands.I am a God fearing man.Listen mother, sister, brother, relatives and kin.You want to know just where you're going,You got to know where you've been.And tell me what gives one the right to say their God is better.
Use and abuse
what a waste of well intended behaviour it is to turn the page and scribble upon odd numbered faces instead of maximising the potential a virgin holds by spreading the dough onto both sides, front and back, even left and right if you can afford to squeeze the efficiency of what little space you're holding your breath unto in the end.
Freedom
Freedom is the color of yellow, a great yellow.Freedom is carrying a bag of flowers and roses.Freedom has a dress, a big bright yellow dress.It's wearing a yellow suit.Freedom is going home.Freedom moves very slowly, but she moves quickly.Sometimes she goes where her heart tells her to go. Freedom is me and you.
All the truth but only the truth
All the truth but only the truth I am saying to you You think I am telling lies Are you prepared to listened to me Don’t ignore me Anymore I know that you feel that I am pushing your buttons I don’t do it all the times Only sometimes Once again I am telling you that I am saying only the truth but the truth Is coming out of my mouth now I am not trying to play with your feelings Only the truth but the truth I am saying for the last time Give me you ear Try to understand me
A Justice poem
I want to write a poem to feed the world.
A steamy, soft-centered poem
With a crust the color of the skin
Of children in Guatamala
A fresh-from-the-oven poem
Big enough for each person to
Break off a chunk
More than they can chew
Slather it in the creamy goodness Of fine fatwords And dip it into the golden stickysweetness Of our collective honey-hearts.
Then I will pass this poem around
This big wide world
Like those loaves that went with the fishes
And Jesus
Those beautiful self-renewing loaves
Those loaves like human hearts
That kept making themselves be enough
No matter how many times
They were broken apart.
I want to write a poem to shelter the world.
A sturdy, spacious poem
With room enough for all of us
With walls made of wonder
That no bullet or bomb can penetrate
A poem to withstand the
Unpredictable weather
Of fickle politicians
Who would now make a foe of
One who was a friend
A poem to protect us from
The bitter cold of oppression
A poem to shelter us from
The torrents of lies that
Bombard us daily
Lies of racism
Lies of not enough
Lies of them
And us.
And I will fling open wide
This portal poem
And not ask you to wipe your
Muddy feet
Nor remove your simple cap
I will instead grab you each up
With all of my strength
Like your most favorite grandma
And say Come in! Come in!
I'm so glad you're here!
I want to write a poem to clothe the world.
No more sack cloth and ash
For those of us who belong to Beauty
No more shame and sorrow
Thrown across our weary shoulders
This poem will drape itself elegantly
Around our soft flesh
And stately bones
Falling in endless folds
Of mercy and forgiveness
From crown to feet
This poem woven of the grit and glory
Of our untold stories
And lavishly embroidered
With the whispered hopes
That only our hearts dare
And then, clad in the majesty
Of our rightful adornment
We will stand again
In the Great Circle
With our feet firmly planted
Holding hands in peace
With our eyes wide open.
A steamy, soft-centered poem
With a crust the color of the skin
Of children in Guatamala
A fresh-from-the-oven poem
Big enough for each person to
Break off a chunk
More than they can chew
Slather it in the creamy goodness Of fine fatwords And dip it into the golden stickysweetness Of our collective honey-hearts.
Then I will pass this poem around
This big wide world
Like those loaves that went with the fishes
And Jesus
Those beautiful self-renewing loaves
Those loaves like human hearts
That kept making themselves be enough
No matter how many times
They were broken apart.
I want to write a poem to shelter the world.
A sturdy, spacious poem
With room enough for all of us
With walls made of wonder
That no bullet or bomb can penetrate
A poem to withstand the
Unpredictable weather
Of fickle politicians
Who would now make a foe of
One who was a friend
A poem to protect us from
The bitter cold of oppression
A poem to shelter us from
The torrents of lies that
Bombard us daily
Lies of racism
Lies of not enough
Lies of them
And us.
And I will fling open wide
This portal poem
And not ask you to wipe your
Muddy feet
Nor remove your simple cap
I will instead grab you each up
With all of my strength
Like your most favorite grandma
And say Come in! Come in!
I'm so glad you're here!
I want to write a poem to clothe the world.
No more sack cloth and ash
For those of us who belong to Beauty
No more shame and sorrow
Thrown across our weary shoulders
This poem will drape itself elegantly
Around our soft flesh
And stately bones
Falling in endless folds
Of mercy and forgiveness
From crown to feet
This poem woven of the grit and glory
Of our untold stories
And lavishly embroidered
With the whispered hopes
That only our hearts dare
And then, clad in the majesty
Of our rightful adornment
We will stand again
In the Great Circle
With our feet firmly planted
Holding hands in peace
With our eyes wide open.
Project Intergrity
A law should be passed, through out the land, call it what you will, we'll call it Project Integrity.Find a person with integrity, is so in demand, and very scarce, Senators, Congressmen and Mr. President alsobring on integrity, and away withany scandal, no more you'll see.Public Schools you lost integrity, long ago, bring it back, principles, virtue, and goodness, once again, you'll regain.Project Integrity for this, wonderful land, is what we need, no more, fraud, deceit, trickery, we'll ever see.
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