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suhelfaridiçš„ä¸»é¡µ http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi Fri, 10 Feb 2012 16:30 EST Fri, 10 Feb 2012 16:30 EST Zorpia.com Love's Secret http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561622 Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart; Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears, Ah! she did depart! Soon as she was gone from me, A traveler came by, Silently, invisibly He took her with a sigh. Personal http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561622 Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:52 EST The Tear http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561621 When Friendship or Love Our sympathies move; When Truth, in a glance, should appear, The lips may beguile, With a dimple or smile, But the test of affection's a Tear: Too oft is a smile But the hypocrite's wile, To mask detestation, or fear; Give me the soft sigh, Whilst the soultelling eye Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear: Mild Charity's glow, To us mortals below, Shows the soul from barbarity clear; Compassion will melt, Where this virtue is felt, And its dew is diffused in a Tear: The man, doom'd to sail With the blast of the gale, Through billows Atlantic to steer, As he bends o'er the wave Which may soon be his grave, The green sparkles bright with a Tear; The Soldier braves death For a fanciful wreath In Glory's romantic career; But he raises the foe When in battle laid low, And bathes every wound with a Tear. If, with high-bounding pride, He return to his bride! Renouncing the gore-crimson'd spear; All his toils are repaid When, embracing the maid, From her eyelid he kisses the Tear. Sweet scene of my youth! Seat of Friendship and Truth, Where Love chas'd each fast-fleeting year Loth to leave thee, I mourn'd, For a last look I turn'd, But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear: Though my vows I can pour, To my Mary no more, My Mary, to Love once so dear, In the shade of her bow'r, I remember the hour, She rewarded those vows with a Tear. By another possest, May she live ever blest! Her name still my heart must revere: With a sigh I resign, What I once thought was mine, And forgive her deceit with a Tear. Ye friends of my heart, Ere from you I depart, This hope to my breast is most near: If again we shall meet, In this rural retreat, May we meet, as we part, with a Tear. When my soul wings her flight To the regions of night, And my corse shall recline on its bier; As ye pass by the tomb, Where my ashes consume, Oh! moisten their dust with a Tear. Personal http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561621 Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:51 EST IF http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561620 If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream---and not make dreams your master; If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same:. If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son! Personal http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561620 Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:49 EST A Dream http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561617 In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past? That holy dream- that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star? Personal http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561617 Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:48 EST Where My Heart Is http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561615 Whenever one says that this world is all there is, A silent tear from me is shed, for the sad existence that we live. Nothing past the blue skies flooded with clouds and rain, Nowhere to someday escape sorrow, hatred and pain. Trillions of galaxies, star upon star, planet upon planet, Yet nothing past all that; nothing in the quiet. Then where do we all go, why do we even breathe? When no blessings and no home, we will ever beqeath. And when the passion turns into despair, Or joyful opportunities into something so unfair, And romantic love forms itself into a reason to hate, Or when a happy future seems nothing more than a long wait, And when the tears are more plenty then they ever were few, What then my friend do you hope for, and what do you do? If you continue to live a life saying there is nothing more, I have to really wonder then, what you are truly living for. Beautiful are passions, opportunities, love and learning, Yet these things do so little good, when your heart is aching. It's then that I have to say, this world, this life, is not the end This hope, this future refuge, is something I am glad to contend. Sometimes I find myself imagining, a place with no wounds to bleed, Where shelter, warmth and clothing, something you don't even need. And in this place, I imagine that heavy heartedness is never heard of, Only of the Almighty's grace, peace, power, and great love. Grounds paved with peace, the walls with deep serenity, Where we dance together again, in such sweet melodies. Times might ring through our ears, of when it was all so hard, And I suspect we'll smile, and say it was worth it, for we made it this far. Our souls will catch the wind and run to those who we missed, Wrapping our hearts around them, and our spirit giving a kiss. We'll laugh and smile and say, `Oh it's just been far too long!` And our friends will say, `But it's here, that I've always belonged.` We'll take their hands and walk the streets of glimmering gold, Never having to say goodbye, never growing old. I hope that in this wonderful assurance and faith, I am not alone, For Heaven is where my heart is, and where one's heart is, so is their home. Personal http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561615 Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:47 EST Take My Hands http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561614 I could proclaim what I've been given, and whats been taken away, Of happier and such more blessed days. I could think of times when sorrow was shades of blue and gray, When there was nothing to say, only pleas to pray. I could tell of times, the sanctuary was filled with color and praise, When circumstances showed Your goodness like a grand display. And I could tell of times, when the banners ceased to wave, When life was a story of sadness, death, heartache and grave. Oh, but take my hands and look at them close. Whats not found there, matters the most. Creases from worry, indeed, and wrinkles from shattered plans, But yet, there are no holes in these hands. No blood runs from my fingers to the ground, And in the pain of my story, no wooden cross is found. Broken pieces of my heart, I will always ask You to fill, Yet never once, to help me walk up Calvary's hill. I've said at times, `Lord take this cup away!`, But never once have I drank half of the price You paid. And no matter what life gives me to conquer or fail, I will never know the pain of the nails. In the nighttime garden I wait, just trying to pray and to hope, That You can give me and the people courage to cope. I could tell of the pain, I've seen all the saints bear, And recall their stories that at times were too sad to even hear. So when our feet take to trod, the dry and desert ground, I pray that we may but stand in the shadow of where Your grace is found. And that we may find beauty in the mystery, and mercy in the break down, That on the altars of sacrifice we may lay and leave our painful crowns. Oh, but take my hands and look at them close. Whats not found there, matters the most. Creases from worry, indeed, and wrinkles from shattered plans, But yet, there are no holes in these hands. No blood runs from my fingers to the ground, And in the pain of my story, no wooden cross is found. Broken pieces of my heart, I will always ask You to fill, Yet never once, to help me walk up Calvary's hill. I've said at times, `Lord take this cup away!`, But never once have I drank half of the price You paid. And no matter what life gives me to conquer or fail, I will never know the pain of the nails. And Lord, when it's just me and You face to face, In between a journey of sadness, mercy and grace, I pray in those times, when I question the very most, I may take my own hands, and examine them close. And in a humble hallelujah raise them up high, The scars not found proof I could live because You died. And, I pray and hope, whatever in life I'm being asked to do, I could say, `Because You took the nails, I can do this for You.` Personal http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561614 Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:45 EST The Perplexity of Ones'' Heart http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561610 The perplexity of ones' heart in any emotion is unreliable, Unstable and fear some in any venture. Getting a grip on reality is so far fetched, That maybe you can get a solution from the mixtures. Understanding was never to be intended, Although, confusion is apart of life or love. Looking either way for answers or truth, Or just a slight push for somewhat of a direction. Holding your head up just so one can breathe, Struggling just to maintain ones' being. There is pounding from your chest that rings in your ears, Pressure builds uncontrollably causing piercing pains. Thinking then knowing that you got this thing beat, Until the next time, then the next, the next, and next. How can something that is material cause such chaos, Such doubt and turmoil within yourself. You know in your heart this is the way it is suppose to be, Suddenly, feeling right and sure isn't what your feeling. Once again, the perplexity of ones' heart in any emotion is unreliable. You are now just where you started!!! Personal http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561610 Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:43 EST Alone....... http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561608 I need your comfort So much today The words will not come Nothing left to say This hurt runs so deep Frustration lives Anger a voice No peace it gives Lonliness a shelter My blanket, tears No one present To calm these fears Trust forever broken As night falls towards pain Life goes dark once more I have lost again Personal http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561608 Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:41 EST My Love....... http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561605 Thank you for taking my shouts thankyou for taking my screams thankyou for putting up with me and helping me reach my dreams Thankyou for believing in me thankyou for your trust thankyou for concieving with me as we knew that was a must Thankyou for listening to me thankyou for your snuggels thankyou for the candy and letting me blow bubbels all over your body thankyou for letting ME take care of you but you know I thank God most of all for bringing me to you Personal http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561605 Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:37 EST Child hood http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561604 When I think of childhood days I think about my mom. She shared with me her poetry, her laughter and her song. She gave to me a precious gift that has enriched my life, And given me a quiet place, refuge from care and strife. Though she grew up in poverty in a little fishing town, And though she had but little school the way to learning found. She always had a book with her to read of other worlds, Of Russia and of India, of coral reefs and pearls. And through the long years of her life, however hard and gray, She wrote a little book of verse that brightened up the way. Poems she read in books and papers or had heard somewhere. She wrote them down and treasured them â€“ sunbeams in daily care. This was the gift she gave to me, I was her only son. This treasure I have still with me though her sweet life has gone. And many poems know by heart and say them often too, Till memory of my mother and a joy for ever new. For in the words of poets great are keys to our heartâ€™s door. We see that we are not alone, its all been felt before. The beauty of the sunrise, the surge of inner pain, The joys and sorrows of our life in them we live again. Personal http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561604 Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:34 EST Impartial Forgiveness http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561603 In winds of uncertanty your forgiven without a doubt whilst a butterfly dances around twigs and branches I watch and surmount only memories keep me steady in the dominance of night and now I take flight putting wrongs to right never forgetting as I don't care to forget and turn all my negative heart felt pains into thoughts and feelings of pure love and appreciation that I am here now and forever in your heart still free with unshakable breath Personal http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561603 Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:33 EST My Friend http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561602 Lord, I have a very dear friend And no matter how much she pretends I know she is breaking inside. And Lord, I'm not going to lie, I love her more than I probably say, But I can't seem to take her pain away. I know You're the only who can, Shattered pieces of her heart you can mend. Sometimes I can not stop myself from worry, That my very dear friend will never again be happy. Do I tell her that Your grace is always there? Do I show her that You are Soverign and fair? Should I hold her in my arms and let her cry? Or tell her I never want her love and warmth to die? Lord, please help my very dear friend, Because there is only so much strength I can lend. She needs You more than I could ever say, Please, Lord, shower her with your love today. Will You give her joy beyond anything she can understand? Will You be so close, she can almost feel Your comforting hands? I don't know what she is feeling, in this very moment. But I pray that You would be ever so present. Whether she is smiling in a moment of pleasure, Or feels as though she could never become frailer, Just be there, in the midst of every joy and tear, In the center of every smile and every fear. I know I cannot be what she needs, in all this sorrow, But help me to point her to a brighter tomorrow. And when she needs someone, let me be there. Let her know no matter what I always care Help her realize that she is never alone, That I am here for a hug, a cry, or a call on the phone. And help me realize, You are the only one who can heal it all, The only one who can hear the silent prayers she calls. My very dear friend, I love more than I ever could say, But Lord, I think she needs You more than me today Personal http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561602 Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:28 EST The Flower of Friendship http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561601 There is a flower of friendship It blooms throughout the years Its petals never wither Lives on in joy and tears We live in different countries Divided by the sea But love that is between us Brings you so close to me Somehow I'm not forgotten Though we are long apart For friendship's flower that never dies Lives on within our hearts So thank you friend so precious For all the love you show And let that flower for ever more In strength and fragrance grow Personal http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561601 Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:24 EST Price of Luv http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561600 I've waited long and lonely hours Since you told me I thought that love which has been ours Would have held me Your love passed over very quickly How you dealt with me so strictly Or so it seemed from bended knees And now its over so completely I'm so sad Because we had loved so sweetly It was mad You brought excitement to my life And then I asked 'Please be my Wife?' And you said 'Yes!' Yes, you said yes But now my dream has gone forever History now You're so cold, will love me never Nor take the vow I would wait but I am broken And my love has been forsaken But please don't go Can't let you go My life starts here again tomorrow Or thereabouts I will no longer be all sorrow I'm breaking out But don't believe me cos I'm lying Inside my heart I will be dying Because of you And only you I will love you now forever come what may Love for another will be never Not any day I can't wait but must move forwards Will be forever looking backwards Looking for you and only you I'm in a stalemate situation Cannot move My soul is trapped; stopped in the station Stuck in a groove Although I know you'll never come You'll always be my number one Always be you and only you This is the price I have to pay for loving you There isn't any other way cos I love you I can't let go my love for you So whatever it is I do It's for you and only you. Personal http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561600 Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:22 EST Love u ... 4 ever http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561599 Where fun and laughter filled the air Now silence is heard everywhere Where Macca 'n Dido sang their songs Now everything is going wrong Where the welcome light shone out at night There's only darkness - nothing bright 'Hold me for-ever; don't let go' ....... I cannot hold you any more But I'll never let go of my love for you Whatever happens; whatever I do Love is forever not just for a year And our love for each other was strong and sincere No longer soulmates, or even friends I've cried so much since it had to end My life awoke with you to live for But I'm dead again now, and what I'd give for another year of love and laughter so I could live forever after. I'll always love you Margaret I know that you will never forget. Our year of passion, love and caring and long long nights so full of sharing So warm, so gentle, so loving, so kind I dream one day you'll change your mind It will never ever be too late For you to change the course of fate. That year meant everything to me and my love will last where e're I be. But I'm going now, please do not cry Just a never-ending kiss goodbye Personal http://www.zorpia.cn/suhelfaridi/journal/1561599 Wed, 12 Jul 2006 08:19 EST