Monday, May 30, 2011

some notes from THE SECRET!!!;-)

According to Quantum Physicists; what creates the world? : ENERGY

Description of energy:

-can never be created and destroyed

-always was and always has been

-everything that ever existed always exists

-it’s moving in the form and through form and out of form

According to Theologian; what created the universe? : GOD

Description of GOD:

-Always was and always has been

- Never can be created or destroyed

-All that ever was and always will be

- Always moving into form, thru form and all other forms

=Same Description just different terminology!

We are all spiritual beings, an energy field operating in a larger energy field… We are all connected…We just couldn’t see it!!!

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Ve’at (english translation)

One of my favorite songs in it's english translation...ilove it!


The day that shattered over me,
made me too tough.
I forgot myself and surely
I was, I was not me.

I’ll close my past and turn my back ,
and no one will be able to touch me again,
in the depths of my heart
I made a mistake, I was not myself.

Emptiness will not hit me again,
the reality that awaits.
I will not cry again,
that I’d be consoled
a little. . .

Saturday, May 21, 2011

in memory…;-)

Another poetry from my archived fud4dthots....

Friendship dwells deep

Emotion tied up

So we speak

Diamonds are forever

Raveling the crystals

In the hour

My precise








Quite thoughts




Lover’s Quarrel

At a rendezvous





It unfurl

Like the

Fullness of


Should a smile be timeless?

Should a tear be allowed to fall?

Should one rely on time to reckon?

Or should this be the hour to slay?



No need to

Delve in it

For good things should always be remembered

And ghastly memories are to be buried


Wednesday, May 18, 2011


Here's a poem that very well reminds us of time being so valuable...

This poem was written by a terminally
ill young girl in a New York
Hospital . It was sent by a medical
doctor - Make sure to read what is in
the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.


Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic

Or gazed at the sun into the fading

You better slow down.

Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won’t last.

Do you run through each day

On the fly?

When you ask How are you?

Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through your head?

You’d better slow down

Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won’t last.

Ever told your child,

We’ll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see his


Ever lost touch,

Let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call and say,’Hi’

You’d better slow down.

Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won’t last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your

It is like an unopened gift….

Thrown away.

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

poetry on 22808

the breeze so cold up here…wishing for a hug to warm my fear…strangers passing by with questions in their eyes…is this lass lonely or is she ending her day sadly?…if only they could hear me so they would just let me be…because even if im alone i am happy….though thoughts of two creatures on my mind’s star feature….weighing heavy from light…i wonder could this take flight?…but i’d rather be happy with someone who will always be there for me….so in times like this when i am lonely, beautiful memories will make me happy.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

on letting go

this is one of the poems I've written years ago...

This nostalgic feeling of blues

Ain’t the reason or clues

On grasping what is true

Hit me, I can’t breathe

Touch me, I weep

Hush hush . . . I just want to sleep

Underneath the sky

We are one

But still, I feel you are gone

You came and I let you passed by

But what the heck,

That was years ago and can’t be undone

Ages ago, the immaturity stage

Crazy, beer bottles and kisses were fake

Now, we are sensible enough to rake

Tell me; tell me . . . I can’t wait

A year ago, I was broken

But I stood up and knew that I would fall again

Too bad, it didn’t reach the verge of feeling the heartbeat

For this time I think another counterfeit

They said when two people are destined to be together

They will really find each other

I do not wish to let go. . .

But I will. . .

Just let me know!!!

Do not be afraid

But I am. . .

Hush hush


Sunday, May 1, 2011

undescriptive hurt

in your silence i hear the perfect words that compliment the sweetest smiles and adds meaning to the very depth of my humanity. . .in your soulful touch embraces the very core thatgives breath and awakens the passion which is embedded underneath my ocean floor…u hit me in awe, undeniably. . .in your eyes, i don’t just see you…i see others inside twinkling the goodness that your wonderful heart can offer; experiencing being ravelled into the kindness yet pure and oh so true when you marvelled as an epitome of what being human should be…LIVING, LOVING, and LEARNING! That how i supposed to remember him creatively.


truths unfurled like a slap on the face, he was a beauty i long to embrace. . .yet change is constant and the twist of fate, haunting violence that a sister made. . .yes, labels were not discussed, but for two soulful persons there should be TRUST. . .and a woman’s guarantee that she is pretty is never physically nor play with others in trickery. . .

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