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THE GRACE OF OUR LORD IS A MAGICAL LIGHT IN OUR LIVES The small good we do it helps us to grow. In our small ways we can make the difference Give a hand to those who need it God will do the same when you ask. Nothing is impossible in the world of Mankind. It is only the humans who made the barrier to divide  |
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The Maya Ancient Code says the end of the world falls on 23/12/2012 Scientists expect the next reversal of the earth's magnetic poles to occur around AD2030 source JM Harwood & SCR Malin writing in Nature 12/2/76 I have nothing to teach the world. Truth and non violence are as old as the hills MK Gandhi Love is blind you forget to use your eyes; the mind freezes in lust, and you dont know what happens when you give it all God is heaven. God is hell. Any road you take He waits for you. No question ask only a sign 'Welcome home, my children' Depression the dead soul; living the smell of flowers bloom Leaders are made by speech writers The world is money, man & women, wine song sex & dream then diseases and looking for faith The man who is not ready to take a risk condemns himself to being a small timer all his life - Meyer Lansky in The Secret by Harold Robbins The winds that blow - ask them, which leaf of the tree will be next to go SOSEKI In nature a repulsive caterpillar turns into a lovely butterfly. But with human beings a lovely butterfly turns into a repulsive caterpillar ANTON CHEKHOV The bottom line is...whatever you want. Whatever is really important to you, what you'll work for, give up everything for. The bottom line is what you will kill for MADELEINE WEYBOURNE in The Bottom Line by John Harman For one who is honoured, Dishonour is worse than death BHAGAVAD GITA Get into passion rule the rose! You learn through your wondering mind otherwise what are you? Trust people but don't trust the devil in them You create the good life with little help from friends want to do business ask for names one minute it takes to make a difference Criminal is made by society divide Sex is a gift from God     Strings the guitar for a tune I try hard to get it right I don’t feel the melody It is playing in the wind I look helplessly I get the strings There is no melody I hear the soft whispering The lighted atmosphere I touch my life on the glow Strumming it away Believing I am the rocking star In my own home I try My mind goes to work I make it easy on my way Let it be actively involved It comes to soothe the soul Strings the guitar I let the fingers do the work My mind floats in dream I let myself fly Anyway I want Like the wind  =1 noshade>
The year going to close I don’t have magic to give I am just a plain guy Searching it all in the net Knock on doors Peep into windows There is something But I am just a guy What you know? Life gives me the smile I see many I taste it too As I go for the honey The bees buzzing me I take it along I feel my world Sitting by the screen Fingers escape reality The year going to close I am just a plain guy Shifting my gears Nothing will change I will sit by the notebook Looking at pictures I see the faces Popping up every time And my words keep flowing Touching hearts and souls Life enjoying it before it closes its doors Then time stands still Listening to the grace ade>  My girlfriend imagination runs wild; mind sees eyes go crazy; drugs hollow Edmond Yeo email chair@ciac.co.uk(for legal advice on immigration matters/visa entry clearance and citizenships in UK)  Respect a man that drives a Harley Merdeka! 50 years of independence The races march to harmony Waving Jalur Gemilang The sea of smiling faces A tomorrow comes One voice one country one vision Opportunities abound Sharing inbound and outbound energy The harmonious swing marching in unity Negara-ku my country In all walks of lives 50 years down the road The song of harmony The tread of warm relationship Amongst the people in the country The sea of smile The gestures of tolerance Warming up for all It is there to be seen Wave the flag The proud of nation One country one vision It is not how many A’s you scored In the world of choices It is what you learned and practiced It will take you beyond your dreams Straight A’s in schools Honored graduates in universities It doesn’t tell a thing Until you start making your own history In the working environment In the business world In the world of cut-throat choices You have to start from zero In it you will carve your marks To be a hero or nobody The choices are in your hands Mark of genius or slave to your own You make your stand Live it or regret through years Straight A’s doesn’t mean you arrive It is just the beginning What you are made to make your life Interesting or washed out on the streets It is a choice You make as you go searching your dreams A beautiful day On my house balcony I see The clear white and blue sky It shines bright inviting to cherish The main range mountain Solid as ever across the country I stand there watching As the beautiful clouds skipping by Just watch the beautiful green slopes Caressing together united as one On the rugged mountain ranges Life must be beautiful all the times The green mountain Sometimes there is misty glow In the early morning rise In the evening sun set too On my house balcony I take a short of memory The beautiful white and blue clouds Rapping away in my eyes  
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it isnt easy It isnt easy Rocking the 12 million visitors Now you got it Congratulations! Say may say many things It is each to his/her own Let them parade here Allowing them the choice Each of us must have our rights In whatever small ways to write In our society Multi-cultural religious background And the cauldron of political cake So next year your own battle May Allah be with you through your trials Be like Samy NST drop the case Let freedom shine in our lives As well as you saudara Rocky
may your wishes be true You want to get out of the system The days are coming near so is your thoughts Pulling you to say it out of your mind When it is done there will be a new chapter Sitting there willing it to create news again The big brother rapports He is gearing up to see The unborn child he has to care The big brother to the rescue Health is important There is no denying the fact Money shouldn't be on the top list Then again others will say it is! Working 9 to 5 Sometimes overtime Working hard for the money Thinking it will retire early Yet it never happens When you think you are on your way New baby comes along Expenditures increase abnormally So now baby or money The focus must be right Work hard to go for retirement Then produce babies.... Then they say “Ah too old” When wives are in confinement Husbands try to go astray Giving excuses of needs unfulfilled The wives should kick their husbands Go to the prostitutes and never come back! So marrying a man Be sure he knows his roles Understand his wife predicament The worrying flow in her mind Backaches and pain Worrying about needs in the house Working yet must handle all matters When a husband goes astray How hard to forgive......and the baby Pregnancy talking amongst friends and relatives Bridging conversation trying to ease the pain Helpful wingless angels come along Offering unsolicited advice what to do In the mind it is just gossipping Passing the day waiting for its due date But pregnant wives will think many Everything must be ready........... In my kampong days years ago I remembered a pregnant woman crazy craze In the middle of the night she wanted rojak The poor husband couldn't find to ease her needs So he stayed awake consoling his wife................... A story I heard when I was a young boy growing up I pray God will be kind Granting you your wishes As you progress for your pregnancy May the little one bring you prosperity
the small town boy 2 With wings he can fly Every city sowing his seeds He is catching up with his time He thinks he is smart Affairs of the hearts Though he provides Abundantly to his wife and family He forgets his love to honour The sanctity of marriage The small town boy Jumping for joy In the big cities Flowing into his eyes Beautiful women History of arts and crafts Romantic illusions Aeroplane city to city The fleeting romances The illusive hideouts Of work and sailing affairs He doesn't know what he has done A good actor he is always running Opening luggages in and out of airports Yet he still manages his private life He makes his wealth Spreading out here and there A selling post in time of old The small town boy He makes it on his own the small town boy 1 The small town boy Dreaming big when he was in school Learning and hardworking The world he wanted to pursue When school life was over He knew where he would be Learning his ropes acquiring skills In the bus station night school When he got his diploma Into the city he conquered Learning fast acquiring knowledge In no time he learned the rudiments of work With his experiences and education He embarked on his next stage of his life In Hong Kong the free enterprise He deals and wheels to get his wealth The small town boy now rising fast Into the world stage he has arrived The world cities he lands Smells the aroma of life Enriches his soul and mind He knows this is where he stays Now the guide posts He plants it as he sees As the years drawing away He smiles in his own way The small town boy Now in the world he gazes The far cry of his root He toasts as he whispers to the candle lights As wife, families and friends wishes The good year many will come When Izzy sings her birthday tune “Happy birthday grandpa” the world he makes The world you stage At your palm you smile The years been kind As you take it all in your strides The memories stay Every way you go your way Every resume you make It will shine in every mind The whispers of now and then It glows as you take your time The years been kind The world you see You will keep in your strides As you blow your lighted candles The memories smile the passage smooth As you wish it as you take it along Into resume you will make some more
In Singapore he tried He couldn't find it so he returned Got a job in The Star He trenched it there for decades Until he retired a free spirit........ We read it in sports columns Of the battles of sports in the State Occasionally he would be posted Covering National news reporting Yet he stayed put In one place for decades Travelling from home to office Back to home after late in the night Life of a reporter............ Time wasn't a fixed table A good man; a good husband A good father now a toting grandfather Leaving the field of reporting Now watching his grandchildren The years moving on He walks with a purpose He lives to enjoy his moments Be a grandfather; wife watching him Let him watch his grand-children grow The many sunsets he will flow The painted colours in the sky Crafted in his minds as the years moving by He knows he lives his best moments He smiles as he blows away his birthday candles Life pages he has made it on his own
the dark thoughts You want premature birth Quickly infact you dream With swine fever rising It is no fun carrying a belly When the baby is born Your fear will disappear Right now your mind finding ways To get the baby out Good for the mother and child Thinking of dark thoughts Afraid not to see the new born Don't go fishing unnecessary It is God signature He is the one who decides The hungry of playing Vengeful spirits of the night Let them be You have your family And a home to keep and clean Make it cozy light up their lives Make yourself busy Banish those thoughts Eat more brownies And your chocolates Twitter I follow
once a cheat a trust breaks Once a cheat It will be very hard to stop it A person may want to do all over again One time, second time or third time Crying all the way Emotional drain teary eyes Asking for forgiveness “Give me a second chance” Like the guy in PJ Under the hot sun pleading For his wife to forgive him He already knew the consequences Pack his bag and goes his way “Hit the road Jack There is nothing much you could do” Some women are forgiving Believing the road to happiness The stray guys let them have a chance To foster marriage relationships In it there is wealth and properties Millions worth of it......... So they close one eye When marriage is sealed There is no playing around The days of those times over Now the time to lay the foundation Of a good marriage and life beyond
black magic works
lubok#1 Black magic The art of money Of love is secondary The target in bliss Love and money Rich guys rich women The moon dares not smile When evil walks the line The charms I had seen The havoc it made Nothing to do with love It is money or revenge The target in bliss The advice falling on deaf ears The pursue of materialistc wants The eyes glitter the mind evil It walks in shadows It is always on a short lease Renewing it every few years Sometimes the charm flows with the moon Like a werewolf behaviour changes Go consult a Thai monk Thailand monks are expert They always able to do it Take off the spell cast it away Believe it Black magic works Slowly into the target consciousness When every one says so The target laughs it off Then he is lost in a maze Finding way home so difficult Of the misty clouds colour him blind
dreams in space Many dreams In the quiet night of sleep Floating into frontiers Nobody seems to know Many try to interpret The various dreams remember Then there are many conned The eager ones to know Of the unknown we can't even see Dreaming of shit Maybe you want to change job Maybe you find you are emotionally stressed out You want a release somehow you can't Else there is something Closer to your soul You want to change it Barking at you many days Maybe you are pregnant You can't escape it So you think of ways Of throwing the scent away Maybe of ying and yang The bad comes with good Of badluck to hitting lottery Dreams do happen As you wish for it Whatever it is Life has to move on The dreams and needs It is you who will make it
the nightmare woman The nightmare woman In the night the screams begin The silence rocks into frenzy It isn't for make believe The dim light glowing The whirring sound penetrating Calling names of innocents You don't go in The nightmare woman She will make you scream Into the wee hour of the morning You can't escape The running feet Over rivers and streams Listening to the waterfall You know you can't hide The nightmare woman She brings you into pieces Laying on the wet grass As the moonlit shines You know you have lost When you fly in the night sky The nightmare woman She will make you cry
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