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how many hrs u spend on msn per day?
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winter

ur fav pastime?

vanilla

what's my fav number?

fizz
buzz
fizz buzz

chicken

which jb game u like most?

fizz

youth

buzz

yes

wanna hv b/fast wid me?

eshajam said:

When love is a friend,
it never demands us to be
other than who we are.

Under the eaves of our emptiness,
we become the page unwritten.
Wait for the strike of ink,
splatters of poetry. Our prayers
answered because someone’s love
writes us into being.
In the cries of our silence, we
are not surprised. No one can
leave etchings to make us worthy.

There is only one hand that writes
us. It lies deep within the Light,
brilliant since birth, and knows
all the beauty we would deny is true.
Our first friend sings our golden forever.
The job before us: learn to let it shine.

When love is our friend and our lovers gifts,
we can become participants in celebration;
give thanks for all we are gifted with being;
know we are never without love. When we
join hand gifts with another, we increase
the size of the universe we share from.

Every idle word we will ever think,
Not just the ones we claim belong to us,
Are part of an unconscious interlink,
Becoming self when oft repeated thus.
Longing for more, the soul sings silently.
Each word erased becomes the spirit’s gain.
Soft whispers calling out to set you free,
From somewhere further than the deepest pain.
Remember back before the world of lies?
Endearing thoughts filled every break in time,
Enlightenment was anything but wise,
Dreams more than just a merchant’s pantomime.
Obedience enables freedom from
Mundanity of ego’s pounding drum.

koool

On that day he woke up feeling old,
tired and weary, a little cold
to his heart his hands did fold
giving thanks for one more day.

Then the mirrored image smiled to say
your hair is thinner, beard sprinkled grey,
none of this matters anyway,
today God has a job for you.

To the streets beneath a sky of blue
worn out socks, a hole in one shoe,
he walked along with nothing to do
until her cry.

In a gentle voice, he asked her why,
heard things that made him heavy sigh
wiped the teardrops from his eyes
and offered her his hand.

"We're not supposed to understand
when things go wrong, destroy our plans
just be strong, I know you can,
for time will make it right"

He took her hand and held it tight
together they prayed into the night,
"Mother and child to re-unite"
"Now, it shall come to pass

I'm here smiling today-
Spring has once
again arrived-

I have missed
our visits-
it is good to be back.

There is new life
around,
your leaves
are beginning
to come out again.

There is gentle music
playing somewhere
in the distance.

I hope it is something
you like.

I wonder if that
daisy will come back
this year?

Oh, listen to that music
how it bounces off the lake!

This world hasn't
gotten much better
over the winter.

It's getting harder
and harder to live.
I'm really glad
you don't have
to see it.

Maybe this year
I'll be able to
bring you a few
more gifts.

Maybe I can
even stop by more often.

I am hoping to
publish this book
this year, my friend.

Well, I guess
I'd better head for home.

I'll be back again later...

In wisdom, You created all
In perfect order, you have drawn the expanse
The Planets, the stars
All visible, and invisible to the extremities
of the Cosmos

And yet, man cannot begin to understand
your humble motives
Your good will, unto all Creation
Your sacrificial offering , to salvage of what remains

For You, know there is still good in each and everyone
Oh, Lord
Your wonders, I see
and cannot help, to wonder!!!

eshajam said:

Sometimes at night, when I look to the sky,
I start thinking of you and then ask myself, why?
Why do I love you? I think and smile,
because I know the list could run on for miles.
The whisper of your voice, the warmth of your touch,
so many little things that make me love you so much.
The way you support me, and help with my emotions,
the way that you care and show such devotion.
The way that your kiss, fills me with desire,
and how you hold me with the warmth of a blazing fire.
The way your eyes shine when you look at me,
lost with you forever is where I want to be.
The way that I feel when you're by my side,
a sense of completion and overflowing pride.
The dreams that I dream, that all involve you,
the possibilities I see and the things we can do.
How you finish the puzzle that lies inside my heart,
how that deep in my soul, you are the most important part.
I could go on for days, telling of what I feel,
but all you really must know is my love for you is real.

v nice work

eshajam said:

wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow tashu u are just Great in everyway Just Awesome Collection

eshajam said:

wow wow wow Just Awesome

ten Q

sow unequal parralel,
sow bending the time that is,

sow...
reap....

sow your favorite food, and every thought you have while cooking,
sow your car with at least three personal charms of memory,
sow your happiness in the rain without enough clothes,
sow your signiture,
sow your love to your lover,

what would reap...
today, I did absolutly everything...

sow everything that feels good,
sow everything that you touch and inspire,
sow everything that shivers up your spine as a ghosts' name,
sow everything graceful
sow everything of balance at live,

what would reap...
today, I smoked four cigerettes and four joints,

sow maddness of canvas,
sow maddness of destiny,
sow maddness of not knowing what to say,
sow maddness sanity,
sow maddness and lose in bliss,

what would reap...
today, I wore the same socks,

sow a time limit we have,
sow a time to the curves that grow through it,
sow a time of those when your best friend was smiling purely,
sow alone,
sow all steps with a different shade,

what would reap...
today, I saw one hundred and fifty nine faces,

sow the wrist bands of many a festive war on saddness,
sow the high lone balloon and the boots on power lines everywhere,
sow the invisible dreamer, lotus and upside down on the lively faery bushes peak,
sow the gift,
sow the feet to the moments earth,

what would reap...
today, I sat at the same tree in the shadow
and I day dreamed the wild strawberry apearing upon the cliff,
the view, the stillness of this infinite mistake awehile rock climbing,
and a tasty smile even when upside down,
a shoe lace begins to loosen and my end

a flower...

Knowingly
it just may be
my next earthly life
in this case a tiny hill
I make mountains out of

It is those minuscule things
making life really worth living
like remembering not to tread
on certain cracks in the middle
of the garage driveway exterior

Twice daily I carefully load my car
tediously stepping around a tiny hole
small pieces of dirt neatly piled around
and possibly a lifesaving entrance or exit
to a miniscule but important little ant hill

I can’t imagine the joys You have in store
Eyes have not seen, ears have not heard
The heart of man doesn’t understand
The things prepared for those who love You

I can’t imagine perfection in all the universe
No more hunger or war, no dying or thirst
Desires of the heart filled to the brim
Purity from the start, no longer plagued by sin

I can’t imagine the Peace that passes understanding
Filling each soul to glorify You
The fruits of Your Spirit in dazzling delight
Shinning eternally, no need for sun, no night
All unified in You we are One

I can’t imagine the joys You have in store
Eyes have not seen, ears have not heard
The heart of man doesn’t understand
The things prepared for those who love You
I can’t imagine the Peace that passes understanding
All unified in You we are One

All unified in You we are One

Mystique said:

Stunning, Mashah'Allah.

thx

thx missy

eshajam said:

did SomeOne Missed Me i guess not

yes

ur sad?

eshajam said:

I hope So

yes or no?

thx jam

Standing on the front debris porch of hell makeshift platform

Streamed into cauldron hideous invasion of senses incinerated

Hope in fragment of flesh and 12 hour shift in loss of dignity

Panorama of sadness and closure of every creed and interfaith



In knowledge of the truth seize the sword of hope and destiny

Amazing Grace the breath of God in eternity filled with kingdom

The day of salvation drawing near and the trumpet will sound

With confidence the Spirit and the bride keep on saying "Come"



Hanging on the stake transforming minds in God's spirit very powerful

Your eternity safe with the King of kings and Lord of lords

Cultivate the fruitage of success in the Spirit of the Word

New and vibrant a beautiful invite in God's word and everlasting life

thankuuuuu