Sixteenth December: Warm like the Melody of Feliz Navidad
Sixteenth December Warm like the Melody of Feliz Navidad I would like you to write me, love poem, Love thoughts above the blue skies, a plaid Send songs to me,…
Sixteenth December Warm like the Melody of Feliz Navidad I would like you to write me, love poem, Love thoughts above the blue skies, a plaid Send songs to me,…
Fifteenth December Don't think "Money," think "Gods Purpose" There are days my mind would wonder about a lot of issues, for example, "money" yes I am sure I am not…
Twelfth December Good Gifts "If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good…
Thirteenth December Hold me this Christmas I don't want to be the lonely one, The feeling wouldn't save me, Love to be held, Kiss Me tell me you need me,…
Fourteenth December Literature, Tradition, and Society: A Festschrift on Kyuka Lilymjok I can only but be thankful to God for my research paper, EXPLORING THE TRAUMA OF SOCIAL CRISES IN…
It is still love when it drags you through hospital floors. Sends you looking from dream to dream. Wakes you up sleepless, sick to your bones unrelenting to break every self. You do not know love, no! It is a game we say we play, a song we sing, a feeling we feel, a commitment we make. It is sad, it is painful, it is delightful, it is mysterious, it is when you feel it and when it has made you numb. It is loud, it is silence. It makes you say sweet nothings will make you cry bitter nonsense. Yes, it is still love when you walk away. This thing between man and woman can only be when the creator is the focus. You know love but when tried you will know if it is love. Love for Nation, love for life, love for God hmmm sweet bitter this powerful mystery. Though it is not love when there is violence. It is love though when you decide to walk away. As silence is not submission woman, so is violence not love Man.
WELLS OF ENCOUNTER On this journey Johny walked, From the place of restlessness, He found the well, the…
The announcing of harvest comes with a sweet smell. Productive lands and speaking hills. The loving sun and the gracious moon, every storm turns to victory, so shall it be for my Zuru.
Words Can Not Express Love Words can't express joy, I would have told you, How you fill my world with joy, forever, To comfort you even amid chaos. Maybe words…
Kiss Me, I Love you So I love you so, Now that I found you, They say love don't last this day, We are steered towards a hill, Now that…