lyrical, poetic, personal
. . . is the firmament,
Where I’d be waiting for you
Till eternity.
There’s a wooden bench
In heaven in the midst of
Blooms where angels play everywhere.
I’d be sitting there
Watching the blooms and angels
While humming our song.
For I know it will
Happen, knowing that is all
We ever wanted.
What do you wish you could do more every day?
I wish I can give more love to family and friends—bloggers or not—
Life is too short to love so deeply and truthfully.
And as the song said, “it’s the only thing that there’s just too little of.”
Haters can mock; critics may criticize and scrutinize:
But the hard truth is, at the end,
We can only be remembered best,
By the amount of love we have given—
For that is all that matters.
It’s about taking a very personal matter in your own hand;
But it doesn’t mean that what you got is a wand.
Your best shot is the goal;
Don’t think the task is small.
To be a fairy godmother to yourself is no joke.
Tips, tips, tips:
Using a stick
Comes with a risk.
The higher the cam, the skinnier you look;
The farther the cam, the less blemishes to crook.
Adobe and AI are Houdinis.
They take so little of you,
To create the best version of you.
Once in a while is okay;
But to do it everyday, a hater would be in dismay.
Remember:
Your best shot is the goal;
But you don’t have to be bold, as in bold.
Go, go, go!
Hey!
Don’t forget to post.
Tomorrow never fails.
What is one word that describes you?
I am always in love with love.
I can take mockery and insult;
But not doubt.
My blog can speak of my heart
And the depth of love in me.
Hate weighs down a soul;
Drags the spirit to the bottom core.
Love liberates all hearts.
When God pour luck with his scepter;
She was sleeping.
He did it again and again,
And same thing,
She was sleeping again and again.
“What a conundrum
Of not knowing the standard time
He’s using!” She felt dumb
For the missed opportunities—
She whined.
So she texted and emailed—
But He didn’t return any.
She grabbed her iPhone and asked, “Siri, call God.”
Siri answered, “I don’t see God in your contacts.
Who do you want to call?”
I am too, too small
To carry such tons of weight
Of trash; rubbish mate
Neither you, nor them
Deserves such a burden to take
‘T weighs down a soul;
Consumes one’s spirit to the bone,
Hate is always wrong.
Love liberates all
I saw the stars in your eyes,
The crescent moon in your smile.
On your chest, I felt how hills were so alive,
And in your lips I tasted the best of earth.
To have it all again, I ache.
So deny me not of your love dear
Deny me not, or I would die.
Lyrics, Sentiments and Me 
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