When I look back On the dreams I left behind; Buried there in all my thoughts It is you I always find. I saw you then as I see you now Through love's impassioned blindness, A heart so fashioned there within Filled with love and kindness. How often has my heart declared With anguish, for my words are few, That the wind shall blow a little longer, To keep me here with you. Sweeter still are the pains of love. The bonds of love grow stronger, Even after the moonlight has gone to sleep, I shall always love you longer. No other can stir my heart so deep, Or thrill me through and through, And in my dreams there will never be No other love but you. When I look back to times gone by There is one sure thing I know It is you my love, who stole my heart Five years ago.
Late at night It’s even early morning Because the night crawls to meet the dawn I sit pondering why I’m awake What is the point of being wakeful Whilst life slips me by When my friends and colleagues lie in slumber I sit pondering upon the empty silence. What is life all about We strive hard yet we cannot boast work hard yet we cannot say we gain Where is evidence to show our struggles Where is the evidence to show our pain Where is the evidence to show that we stay awake Day in day out There is nothing to show. But life persists It is not ours to call For the Maker above assures us That all life is transient All is vanity anyways So why strive so hard Only to leave it all behind So let’s have fun Let’s make the best of this life Life they say is what you make it Cliché But appropriate What is this life I’m still pondering…
On a silent night. I lay in the dark, not caring, trying not to breathe. It's almost time, time to say goodbye. Never again will I shout in pain. Never again will I scream in vain. I'm done with these feelings I can't control. There is no more time to make amends. No more time to fix everything. My time is finally up. I lay silently. In the dark, alone. Never moving, never speaking. Not making a single sound. I don't want to hurt anyone. The people I love are better without me. This is what I think, for now. I put the blade to my wrist. Cutting deeper, and deeper. The blood flows, and I slowly slip away. Consciousness fades. The pain finally ends. Only to begin again. I look back as I float away. Look at the pain, on their faces. The pain, as they discover my body. The pain that will be there, forever. It tears my heart in two. To watch them, as they cry. Cry over me. More pain, even in death. I thought it was the end. But I guess there is no escape. From this much pain. Never an escape. I hurt those I love. And I realize, that was what was hurting me. But now its to late. I ended it, forever. There is no going back. Their pain is endless. I caused it, my fault, forever. All on that Silent night.
I wonder where Love has lost in the thick woods or the deep graves? or lost in the old books of Lovers? I ponder who comes and saves. Save us from the illusion Illusion of Lust to be Love The presence of Love within Not to search beneath or above. No value for relationships Just a piece of paper to commit Love just starts to fade away Only one word “sorry”, we don’t fit !! How can that be love?? Instead to grow it loses it’s strength Shows it’s dark colors And scares us to death. I doubt this to be Love Love cannot be this weak It’s the other name of God The truth that we all seek.
Another day just went by, Leaving the memories still so fresh. The moon the stars have filled the sky, Like the warmth of life filling my heart. Never could you wonder how, Well or not, the day has been. All you did, to fill it with vows, To be self made to be gentle and clean. Letting away all of its bad, Keeping the good inside your heart. You well faced it all without being sad, With the broad subtle smile always on. Let this night take you in its arm, Release your troubles and all worries. Lay down in your bed so warm, Dream sweet and in no hurry. Another day has to come, Another hope will be born. Another bright smiling sun, Burning away all the thorns. Now just lie down and switch off the light, Look at the entire world wishing you good night
Bright Morning sun
Why do we bother with the rest of the day, the swale of the afternoon, the sudden dip into evening, then night with his notorious perfumes, his many-pointed stars? This is the best-- throwing off the light covers, feet on the cold floor, and buzzing around the house on espresso-- maybe a splash of water on the face, a palmful of vitamins-- but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso, dictionary and atlas open on the rug, the typewriter waiting for the key of the head, a cello on the radio, and, if necessary, the windows-- trees fifty, a hundred years old out there, heavy clouds on the way and the lawn steaming like a horse in the early morning.
Those who believe and whose hearts are comforted by the mention of God, aye by the mention of GOD shall their hearts be comforted. The koran the chaper of thunder palmer, may the grace of Allah bring you bliss & happiness always, "Eid Mubarak "
10 The taos hum The ‘Taos Hum’ is a low-pitched sound heard in numerous places worldwide, especially in the USA, UK, and northern europe. It is usually heard only in quiet environments, and is often described as sounding like a distant diesel engine. Since it has proven indetectable by microphones or VLF antennae, its source and nature is still a mystery. In 1997 Congress directed scientists and observers from some of the most prestigious research institutes in the nation to look into a strange low frequency noise heard by residents in and around the small town of Taos, New Mexico. For years those who had heard the noise, often described by them as a “hum”, had been looking for answers. To this day no one knows the cause of the hum. 9 Black Dahlia In 1947 the body of 22 year old Elizabeth Short was found in two pieces in a parking lot in Los Angeles. According to newspaper reports shortly after the murder, Short received the nickname “Black Dahlia” at a Long Beach drugstore in the summer of 1946, as a play on the then-current movie The Blue Dahlia. However, Los Angeles County district attorney investigators’ reports state the nickname was invented by newspaper reporters covering the murder. In either case, Short was not generally known as the “Black Dahlia” during her lifetime. Many rumours and tales have spread about the Black Dahlia, and the investigation (one of the largest in LA history) never found the killer. 8 Comte de Saint Germain The Count of St. Germain (allegedly died February 27, 1784) was a courtier, adventurer, inventor, amateur scientist, violinist, amateur composer, and a mysterious gentleman; he also displayed some skills with the practice of alchemy. He was known as ‘Der Wundermann’ — ‘The Wonderman’. He was a man whose origin was unknown and who disappeared without leaving a trace. Since his death, various occult organizations have adopted him as a model figure or even as a powerful deity. In recent years several people have claimed to be the Count of St. Germain. (Note that St Germain was never regarded as a saint by the Roman Catholic Church – the “st.” before his name refers to his alleged home). 7 Voynich manuscript The Voynich Manuscript is a medieval document written in an unknown script and in an unknown language. For over one hundred years people have tried to break the code to not avail. The overall impression given by the surviving leaves of the manuscript suggests that it was meant to serve as a pharmacopoeia or to address topics in medieval or early modern medicine. However, the puzzling details of illustrations have fueled many theories about the book’s origins, the contents of its text, and the purpose for which it was intended. The document contains illustrations that suggest the book is in six parts: Herbal, Astronomical, Biological, Cosmological, Pharmaceutical, and recipes. 6 The Zodiac Killer The Zodiac killer was active in Northern California for ten months in the late 1960s. He killed at least five people, and injured two. He comitted the first two murders with a pistol, just inside the Benecia border. In his second shooting in Vallejo, he attempted to kill two people, but one survived despite gunshots to the head and neck. 40 minutes later the police recieved an anonymous phone call from a man claiming to be their killer and admitting to the murders of the previous two victims. One month three letters were sent to Newspapers in California containing a cypher that the killer claimed would give them his name. They cypher was decrypted to read: “I LIKE KILLING PEOPLE BECAUSE IT IS SO MUCH FUN IT IS MORE FUN THAN KILLING WILD GAME IN THE FORREST BECAUSE MAN IS THE MOST DANGEROUE ANAMAL OF ALL TO KILL SOMETHING GIVES ME THE MOST THRILLING EXPERENCE IT IS EVEN BETTER THAN GETTING YOUR ROCKS OFF WITH A GIRL THE BEST PART OF IT IS THAE WHEN I DIE I WILL BE REBORN IN PARADICE AND THEI HAVE KILLED WILL BECOME MY SLAVES I WILL NOT GIVE YOU MY NAME BECAUSE YOU WILL TRY TO SLOI DOWN OR ATOP MY COLLECTIOG OF SLAVES FOR MY AFTERLIFE EBEORIETEMETHHPITI” The last eighteen letters have not been decrypted. While Arthur Leigh Allen was the prime suspect, all of the evidence was against him being the killer. To this day the Zodiac murders have not been solved. 5 The Babushka Lady During the analysis of the film footage of the assasination of John F. Kennedy in 1963, a mysterious woman was spotted. She was wearing a brown overcoat and a scarf on her head (the scarf is the reason for her name as she wore it in a similar style to Russian grandmothers – also called babushkas). The woman appeared to be holding something in front of her face which is believed to be a camera. She appears in many photos of the scene. Even after the shooting when most people had fled the area, she remained in place and continued to film. Shortly after she is seen moving away to the East up Elm Street. The FBI publically requested that the woman come forward and give them the footage she shot but she never did. In 1970 a woman called Beverly Oliver came forward and claimed to be the Babushka Woman, though her story contains many inconsistencies. She is generally regarded as a fraud. To this day, no one knows who the Babushka Woman is or what she was doing there. More unusual is her refusal to come forward to offer her evidence. 4 Mary Celeste Mary Celeste was launched in Nova Scotia in 1860. Her original name was “Amazon”. She was 103 ft overall displacing 280 tons and listed as a half-brig. Over the next 10 years she was involved in several accidents at sea and passed through a number of owners. Eventually she turned up at a New York salvage auction where she was purchased for $3,000. After extensive repairs she was put under American registry and renamed “Mary Celeste”. The new captain of Mary Celeste was Benjamin Briggs, 37, a master with three previous commands. On November 7, 1872 the ship departed New York with Captain Briggs, his wife, young daughter and a crew of eight. The ship was loaded with 1700 barrels of raw American alcohol bound for Genoa, Italy. The captain, his family and crew were never seen again. The ship was found floating in the middle of the Strait of Gibraltar. There were no signs of struggle on board and all documents except the captain’s log were missing. In early 1873, it was reported that two lifeboats grounded in Spain, one with a body and an American flag, the other containing five bodies. It has been alleged that these could have been the remains of the crew of the Mary Celeste. However, the bodies were apparently never identified. 3 Jack the Ripper In the later half of 1888, London was terrorrised by a series of murders in the east end (largely in the Whitechapel area). The name Jack the Ripper was taken from a letter sent to a newspaper at the time by someone claiming to be the killer. The victims were typically prostitutes who had their throats cut and bodies mutilated. In some cases the bodies were discovered just minutes after the ripper had left the scene. The police at the time had many suspects but could never find sufficient evidence to convict anyone. In modern times there has even been some speculation that Prince Albert Victor was the murderer. Even with modern police methods, no further light has been shed on the murders in recent times. To this day no one knows who the ripper was. 2 Bermuda Triangle The Bermuda triangle is an area of water in the North Atlantic Ocean in which a large number of planes and boats have gone missing in mysterious circumstances. Over the years many explanations have been put forward for the disappearances, including bad weather, alien abductions, time warps, and suspension of the laws of physics. have Although substantial documentation exists to show that many of the reports been exaggerated, there is still no explanation for the unusually large number of disappearances in the area. 1 Shroud of Turin The shroud of Turin is a linen cloth bearing the image of a man who had apparently died of crucifixion. Most Catholics consider it to be the burial shroud of Jesus Christ. It is currently held in the Cathedral of St John the Baptist in Turin, Italy. Despite many scientific investigations, no one has yet been able to explain how the image has been imprinted on the shroud and despite many attempts, no one has managed to replicate it. Radiocarbon tests date it to the middle ages, however apologists for the shroud believe it is incorrupt – and carbon dating can only date things which decay. Prior to the middle ages, reports of the shroud exist as the Image of Edessa – reliably reported since at least the 4th century. In addition, another cloth (the Sudarium) known even from biblical times (John 20:7) exists which is said to have covered Christ’s head in the tomb. A 1999 study by Mark Guscin, a member of the multidisciplinary investigation team of the Spanish Center for Sindonology, investigated the relationship between the two cloths. Based on history, forensic pathology, blood chemistry (the Sudarium also is reported to have type AB blood stains), and stain patterns, he concluded that the two cloths covered the same head at two distinct, but close moments of time. Avinoam Danin (a researcher at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem) concurred with this analysis, adding that the pollen grains in the Sudarium match those of the shroud.
I had closed the door upon my heart And wouldn't let anyone in, I had trusted and loved only to be hurt But, that would never happen again. I had locked the door and tossed the key As hard, and as far as I could, Love would never enter there again, My heart was closed for good. Then you came into my life And made me change my mind, Just when I thought that tiny key was impossible to find. That's when you held out your hand And proved to me I was wrong, Inside your palm was the key to my heart... You had it all along.
We are here my love together again Back where we should have always been Back where we were meant to be Together as one just you and me While we were apart it seemed so wrong I longed for you my whole life long I ached to be with you so very much To hear your voice to feel your touch And now at last we've met once more In love again as we were before More in love than we could have ever supposed Together again life's circle closed
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