I STAND TO BE CORRECTED!

THERE COMES A TIME..........

There comes a time;
When You live for those without a dime
When for those in remorse you give your time
Because doing otherwise would be a crime!
This is the life I chose-
To live for those in remorse
To put what I believe in, across
And be myself- Marcos!
Though many may call themselves my foes,
Always keeping me on my toes,
They make my success be so gross
And always, high are my scores!
I believe, God loves me so,
Though I had searched Him for so long
I realised I had Him all along
And In my heart He's my only song.
In heaven Its me He proposed and chose!
And on earth I finaly arose
To change the world, and his rules enforce!
God is my only source-
He created me from Head to toes,
He named me Marcos
And in me He enclosed a rose
That's never affected when its sunny or snows!
There comes a time;
When you live for those without a dime,
When for those in remorse you give your time
Because doing otherwise would be a crime!


-Kirega titus

voor jou
voor jou sta ik altijd in
met beide handen vooruit
voor de liefde
die geschreven staat in mijn hart

ik ben jou
in volledige overgave
in de naam van de liefde
ben jij mij

nu wij samen zijn
in ons verbond van licht
voel ik de waarheid in me stromen
mijn zwaarte verdwijnt
mijn diepste wens verhoort
Mijn liefste te leren kennen

Vanuit stilte durf ik dromen
Vanuit stilte durf ik voelen
Vanuit stilte leer ik vertrouwen
Vanuit stilte leer ik zijn

Zo is de liefste die geeft
Zo is de liefste die leid
Vraag en vergeet en ga je pad

-jurgenu

The sun set
Darkness loomed
And silence filled the air
Countless stars shone in the sky
While the moon topped with its light
What an odd night it had been
Never seen before the sky so filled
My breathing started to go so fast
My heart pounded like hammer
I knew I wouldnt survive
The pulse machine burst out into noise
As my heart could hold no more
The doctor was there in a flash
Did all he could to bring me back
But all he did was in vain
It coudnt stop the heart-felt pain
I could feel my body become maimed
And at once,my soul left and the body remained
It was so painfull to part my body
That I even kicked into screams
My friends cried
My parents sobbed
I was no more
I was dead!


Titus M K

I think I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earths sweet flowing breast;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hairs

Upon whose bossom snow has lain
Who intimately lives with rain

Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.
-Joyce Kilmer
(1886-1918)