PENTECOST = PINKSTEREN ( in Dutch )

Especially for Mr. Syd 4ever !! God's greatest Blessings for you.

MIS - understand - in = means stand in another place,
misunderstanding = do not understand each other.

Pentecost is the language that everyone understands,
for they are pentecosted.

An empty sack can not walk right or stand upright (African proverb).

Pentecost means that we are again people
who can understand each other in the Spirit of Jesus,
let us pray to God that He again gives us the spirit of Jesus.

Let us pray singing,
Let us pray singing,

that this Pentecost will give us new strength again,
that this Pentecost may bless us again,
that this Pentecost will give us strength again to forgive our fellow man,
that this Pentecost will breathe again life in us,

with the power that is able to forgive and overcome all the mistakes and misunderstandings,

and we will also experience as such:
Forgive and be forgiven

Do not look whether we are rich or poor,
this Pentecost may allow us to experience
that feeling of complete pleasure
in all total love and peace.

That this cup may always overflow with solidarity, love and care.

Peace of the Lord be upon us
until the end of time.
Amen....

a Dedication to Syd 4ever,
with unconditional love, Sylvia.

Sylvia Frances Chan

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in the darkness far away
chirping songs endlessly play
a nightbird mourns the passing day

with every note his passion bleeds
he's long forgotten what he needs
his mate is dressed in widow's weeds

their sun exploded on the hills
to become a billion stars at will
the summer's heat now winter's chill

how can you sing, O wretched bird?
the sun has died - haven't you heard?

it gave it's ghost without a word


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/11/2016

When you left...
You forgot the poems
written on my heart
My heart crumbled
The poems did too
and then I stopped
took a listen...
Caught a phrase or two
I had tunnel vision
through a kaleidoscope
Your words did return
like a song sung sweetly
The power to reach me so deeply
The music that plays on my heart
Never to be stolen or tore apart
Awoken by the melodies that sing
Oh the power that your words bring
I wonder...
Do my words ever resound in your mind?
or on your heart... ya know the internal
ticker of the red kind?
Why don't you
take a listen...
I bet that you would find
that my words are there
as yours are on mine <3

You are so interesting to me.
Your every move. Your everyway.
You are in my fantasy.
I look forward to see you there everyday.
As I write this poem I imagine you right
Next to me.
I think of what I'd do to your body.
And the things I long for you to
Do to mine.
Conceptualizing the effleurage of my tiny hands on your strong working
Mans shoulder.
Oh how I'd rub and caress them until
Your masculinity grows bolder.
You are in my fantasy.
I can feel you inside my poetry.
I visualize you ravishing every inch of me.
Thinking about my body under yours.
Not even caring if we shut the doors.
Daydreams of you and I
Together in an everlasting braid.
This vision of mine can not fade.
You are in my fantasy.



-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016