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Micha van der Westhuizen
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words
Ok so now you found a word that makes you look further than your own front door of deception and fear.
Now forget your past and look only to your future and be not afraid the fear you may feel is brought by your unconcerned mind that hates the change of life but loves your dreams as mole to its home.
Do not fear do not seek just keep looking strait and follow your own way and leave the rest behind.
If not connected do not connect if not protected do not protect change not what has been changed but leave what joyful to fill your lonely days.
That you will see once you found that which never will reveal it’s meaning the meaning of a word that changes your life in a way no one can predicted or impose.
A word that leads you to your end yet its what leads you to your start.
A word you will never know is what you feel each day your in silence in your heart in you world.
That little thing you crave that little word ….
0 Comments 347 weeks
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fear not Angel
The fear not Angel
The fear not Angel is the Angel of my dreams.
He is the Angel of heart ..
The keeper of my soul..
The fear not Angel is the Angel that never sleeps..
He sees you as you lay in your bed wishing you were dead..
The fear not Angel sings you melody's to help you drift into neverland..
He's the one that was always there..
He always cared..
The fear not Angel loved you like no other
The fear not Angel sold he's live to be with you..
He protected you when you were small
He carried you to his home after you were thrown away
He took care of you till you were strong he held your soul in his hands
He went to Hades to save your eternity
The fear not Angel came into your Life with no breath with no life
Yet after all he had dun you did not see him...
You left him outside looking in
You took his wings n ripped them from His back...
You left Him bleeding
You left Him alone...
The fear not Angel is the Angel that you feel next to you,
When no one is there.
The Fear not Angel lays beside you at night
Whispering to that he is still here.
Hear him give him your hand n help him heal..
So that you can sore with him once again,
Into the heavens and be one..with
your.. Fear not Angel
21 September 2006, Thursday 01:51 PM
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The fear not Angel
The fear not Angel is the Angel of my dreams.
He’s the Angel that never sleeps.
The fear not Angel swiftly catches your feet,
as you slip walking down the street.
The fear not Angel holds tight.
He whispers in my ear at night.
The fear not Angel comes n goes,
never seeing time as it shows,
ageing life lines running down the sheet.
Finding stories that was never meant for me.
The fear not Angel found my heart,
and left it torn apart.
The fear not Angel is heartless is cold,
what could have distorted his soul..
The fear not Angel comes to protect,
and in that reflects the true coldness,
of my Angels one love.
To rid this world from down below to up above,
clean its center be its whole.
To teach my children how to grow old.
The fear not Angel
Was left all alone to fend for Himself and to be,
that sad true story that was never
told....
1 Comment 350 weeks
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flowers
Lately flowers have been on my mind they seem like an ageless wonder in time.
They look pretty in the ground and nifty in a vase but truthfully we can’t help but be amazed. Flowers for sale all year round daisies or daffodils poppies or lily’s even jasmine-whispers stays to make one still. To examine their beauty until they tilt. A flower so pretty in your bowl presenting life in ones home. But baby I tell you that stunning red is dead if not dying for it is standing still, ripped from its early grave put to rest in someone’s vase, we plumaged these fragile things because we lack beauty in our empty lives (surroundings). They are such pretty little things lily’s n daisies n poppies too these are mother natures empty petal stools.
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Nice page, honey. Post some more of your poetry please. Would love to read it.