tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26935297505532798152024-03-05T07:09:05.621-08:00RevelationTina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-34007145669918850862016-06-21T04:37:00.000-07:002016-06-21T04:37:00.947-07:00My Man - My World<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My man - My world</div>
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The only man in the world<div>
That means more than the world itself</div>
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I stand here, like a ricochet</div>
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Been hit, but unwilling to fall.</div>
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Are you serious? Tell me, tell me now</div>
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I will stand by you no matter what</div>
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I care not what you can give or do for me</div>
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I'm just tried of being shot </div>
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It ain't no joke when I said I fall for you</div>
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I loved you at your worst</div>
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You should know it from before</div>
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I can sure as hell love you more now</div>
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But are you willing to give it more than just a shot?</div>
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Don't test and try me</div>
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I am open as I can be</div>
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Yes, I could have chosen anybody</div>
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But, it has always been you, can't you see?</div>
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If you are doubting me for my past</div>
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It wasn't by choice</div>
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I would have stuck to you like glue</div>
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I would have even been your voice</div>
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I don't know what you are going through</div>
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I am not the one to judge</div>
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All I ask of you is to let me in</div>
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Please don't ask me to budge</div>
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You don't have to talk aloud</div>
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But don't be without saying much</div>
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I'm going all out for you</div>
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In return, be my clutch?</div>
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Miles away from my past</div>
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You walked right through</div>
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I didn't even think twice to say,</div>
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Baby, I love you!</div>
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Don't doubt it now</div>
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I am in deep waters, it's quite a sight</div>
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Let me not drown here</div>
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Let me not be the yellow traffic light.</div>
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Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-83801429616566692122016-03-24T11:38:00.001-07:002016-03-24T11:38:51.345-07:00The Road Untraveled <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="s1">To go back in time and imagine today</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Your heart must have been heavy</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Knowing you are to be betrayed</span></div>
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<span class="s1">With a kiss</span></div>
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<span class="s1">You had one last supper</span></div>
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<span class="s1">With your chosen ones</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Reminding them to remember you</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Until you come</span></div>
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<span class="s1">You were handed over</span></div>
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<span class="s1">For nothing you did</span></div>
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<span class="s1">All to fulfil your father’s will</span></div>
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<span class="s1">And all they could do was stand still</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Beaten and bruised, you bled</span></div>
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<span class="s1">In pain you cried to the father</span></div>
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<span class="s1">And you said</span></div>
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<span class="s1">It is finished and breathed your last breath</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Taken to a tomb near by</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Wrapped in linen cloth and spice</span></div>
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<span class="s1">They mourned the loss</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Not realizing the greater cause</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Then it happened, they rejoiced</span></div>
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<span class="s1">You rose again</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Reminding us everyday</span></div>
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<span class="s1">We are worth the pain</span></div>
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<span class="s1">O death, where is your sting?</span></div>
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<span class="s1">O death, where is your victory?</span></div>
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<span class="s1">O Wait, our savior is alive</span></div>
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<span class="s1">He overcame the world</span></div>
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<span class="s1">We’ll survive, we’ll survive</span></div>
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Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-28394303841637014512016-02-28T12:52:00.000-08:002016-02-28T12:52:19.102-08:00The one who walks on water<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
On my knees with my hands raised up<br />
I look above and begin to cry<br />
My God, what have I done wrong?<br />
Desperately seeking for answers, through the phone<br />
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None could make me better<br />
Though they tried<br />
There was something more to this<br />
Than what meets the eye<br />
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Your words pierced through my flesh<br />
And I began to hear, you said<br />
You are my daughter<br />
Why do you fear?<br />
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The one who walks on water<br />
Never sleeps nor slumbers<br />
This is my promise to you<br />
You don't need to ponder<br />
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Lo and Behold<br />
As I do a new thing<br />
None can comprehend<br />
The magnitude of what I am about to send<br />
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But to whom much is given<br />
Much is required<br />
But, its through these afflictions<br />
You will finally acquire<br />
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I carried you away to a land<br />
Where you have none<br />
For you will know it is me<br />
When I say, it is done<br />
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Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-50323931851400142302016-02-21T08:12:00.001-08:002016-02-21T11:16:56.472-08:00You Are Made New in Christ<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Are you going through life, feeling like a reject?<br />
Does it feel like someone else reaped your harvest?<br />
Do you feel like you have been pushed into darkness<br />
For helping others out?<br />
And you ask, how is this fair?<br />
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Are you constantly judged for who you are and the choices you make?<br />
Are you waiting for someone's approval or acceptance?<br />
I was, and I even began to wonder, how bad this world can be?<br />
Is there really a saviour who can hear me?<br />
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Then one day, I am shown the way<br />
I realise, he is the way, the truth and the life.<br />
That in his love, there is light and it shines through me, yes me!<br />
Through him I am made new, let the world judge<br />
I am no longer of this world<br />
For I am made new in Christ.<br />
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My past he remembers no more, my sins wiped clean<br />
How I look, where I come from, what I wear<br />
Is not what he sees.<br />
So, I don't get irked by others if that is what they see in me.<br />
For, when in Christ, I ought to see the heart of people, just as he does.<br />
And not judge them for their outward appearance.<br />
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If you are not accepted by someone<br />
Pray for them, for Jesus accepts everyone,<br />
Loves everyone and even has a plan for everyone<br />
All you need to do is confess and surrender<br />
And just like that, you are made new<br />
For you are bought by his blood, paid in full<br />
To live a life in complete joy, for his glory.<br />
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Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-89422054298819788922016-02-14T10:06:00.001-08:002016-02-14T10:12:04.333-08:00I'm His Child<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Just stop a moment, stay still<br />
You are breathing<br />
You are alive<br />
Forget the world around you for just a minute<br />
Forget your pain, forget your problems<br />
Close your eyes, remain still<br />
What do you see?<br />
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I see grace, I see mercy<br />
I see where I was and I see where I am<br />
In all my brokenness, he picked me up<br />
He decided my birth place<br />
He decided my birth parents<br />
He chose me and told me I am his child.<br />
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From when I was ten years old<br />
I sought after love and affection<br />
I would blindly trust anyone<br />
Who says anything nice to me<br />
Naive, is how I would describe me<br />
But he calls me his child.<br />
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It took me eight years after knowing Jesus<br />
To finally give myself up<br />
To pick up that cross and walk<br />
I have seen rejection, I have been betrayed<br />
I have been used and have been abused<br />
And, I continue to see it more, now that I am his.<br />
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I'd want to give up<br />
My ego is bruised<br />
But a small still voice, gives me hope<br />
Reminds me, though they reject you<br />
You are accepted and belong to the king<br />
Who died and rose again, what are you afraid of?<br />
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Though they reject you, you are not alone<br />
You may be ignored, you may be a laughing stock<br />
But he who is on the throne is faithful<br />
You are his precious, he knows his sheep<br />
He knows your heart, so stop and stay still<br />
You are breathing, you are alive<br />
And he calls you his child.<br />
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Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-69246726496931073592016-02-07T09:51:00.000-08:002016-02-07T10:04:51.964-08:00WORSHIP AS YOU WAIT<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You feel like the weight of the world<br />
Is resting on your chest<br />
You feel helpless and tired<br />
Trying to shake it off, trying to be the best<br />
The pain, the hurt is too much to bear<br />
All you needed in return was some care<br />
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What do you do?<br />
When the battle is between the flesh and the Spirit<br />
What do you do?<br />
When the flesh is after the same person the spirit is<br />
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I'll tell you, you don't give into the flesh<br />
You run off to your secret place<br />
Begin to worship as you wait<br />
What is of the spirit he will fulfil<br />
At his appointed time, as per his will<br />
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You don't have to understand it all<br />
You don't have to put your life on hold<br />
In his house you shall stay<br />
Until he says, it's time to give my daughter away<br />
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In the natural, its all falling apart<br />
But don't try to fix for its not your part<br />
So, run off to your secret place<br />
Begin to worship as you wait<br />
What is of the spirit he will fulfil<br />
At his appointed time, as per his will.<br />
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In that wonderful day, you will sing<br />
Thank the Lord! Praise His Name!<br />
The world will know, what he has done<br />
For it cannot be denied by anyone.<br />
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Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-73434080817178456762013-11-10T00:32:00.000-08:002013-11-10T01:15:55.406-08:00Million Years<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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By the meadow, I see a house<br />
I've seemed to have forgotten where I was<br />
surrounded by lupines, daisies and clovers<br />
I was there lying down amongst the flowers<br />
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Little by little the dew drops fall<br />
From a far I hear you call<br />
A gentle smile on my face<br />
I begin to run through the maze<br />
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As I run, these thoughts cross my mind......<br />
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My heart beats fast<br />
Knowing that things would last<br />
There is no doubt on my mind<br />
Restoration is one of a kind<br />
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You paint my world<br />
With colors of happiness<br />
The night's still cold<br />
I know you'd catch me<br />
If I were to fall<br />
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One thing you ought to know<br />
Is my love for you has grown<br />
Like never before<br />
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I got nothing to offer but these words<br />
I hope you realize<br />
You are the song that my heart never denies<br />
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I finally reach the house and I see.....<br />
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I see you stand by the door<br />
Waiting for me<br />
A silent kiss on my cheek<br />
As I slowly breathe<br />
This is what we need<br />
Its something we both fancied<br />
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By the pool with our drink<br />
We dance away<br />
The stars, the moon and the trees<br />
They sway away<br />
Wishing for a Million Years<br />
and for another million more<br />
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Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-72731237518730400472009-01-29T05:49:00.000-08:002009-01-29T05:59:09.226-08:00Happy B’day Dear Friend<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiME5VCUyL1abY4yT368JHMK25d6KetD-bUaRWuz5ToBgixh6Lmancmwny7WT8nhJ2ooeDlGMswytnV1J0NwnIzzV8uCHhmVPRGRb-roGscRf3vo7S5ng05I_hx87maIIw9SwRPIrCZeNrc/s1600-h/graphic1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296714827827795266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiME5VCUyL1abY4yT368JHMK25d6KetD-bUaRWuz5ToBgixh6Lmancmwny7WT8nhJ2ooeDlGMswytnV1J0NwnIzzV8uCHhmVPRGRb-roGscRf3vo7S5ng05I_hx87maIIw9SwRPIrCZeNrc/s320/graphic1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Here I am with yet another song<br />A silent whisper for the angels to sing along<br />This is your day, if I may say<br />I am empty handed on your b’day </div><div><br />I have no presents, I have no cards<br />I have nothing to offer you<br />Except my regards<br /><br />My wish for you is a secret prayer<br />For God will open doors in my favor<br /><br />The good Lord will bless and keep you<br />And will make all your dreams come alive<br />For he alone will open doors<br />And make things alright<br /><br />Happy B’day dear friend<br />Where ever you may be<br />Although I am not a part of this day<br />I can’t stop myself from wishing you<br />Happy Birthday</div>Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com52tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-79145623950000729122009-01-04T23:01:00.000-08:002009-01-05T00:12:37.084-08:00It's Going To Be Alright<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjolL3BcW48vThXT9xDxah4QXpQduYXU0d6Su44YWd3a5_pmyatTi7CPRnj1NbCwIA3yOBgRdR_rV45XPnfx-4d9lXP0A4BH6N2IMZ4VgURroUyD5FD1lg7AsN4u64mNWAtaOoseuYFLx9m/s1600-h/Believe%20Website%20Background2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287718596348555154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjolL3BcW48vThXT9xDxah4QXpQduYXU0d6Su44YWd3a5_pmyatTi7CPRnj1NbCwIA3yOBgRdR_rV45XPnfx-4d9lXP0A4BH6N2IMZ4VgURroUyD5FD1lg7AsN4u64mNWAtaOoseuYFLx9m/s320/Believe%2520Website%2520Background2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Have there been times when you felt lonely?<br />Have there been times when you felt like giving in?</div><div>Have there been times when you no longer had the strength to carry on?</div><div>And have there been times when you just felt like dying?</div><br /><div>When things around you are put to question</div><div>And when you seem to be under the bad light</div><div>Take heed and stand for what you believe in</div><div>For you aren't liable and you don't have to let go without a fight</div><br /><div>It's easy when you have friends who can back you up</div><div>Trust you no matter what and remain the same</div><div>Fight for you and fight for what you've got</div><div>And not pack you up and use you like some old stock</div><br /><div>Galling situations surround me</div><div>Been cut off like some no good tree</div><div>Yet I believe that everything is going to be alright</div><div>This forever won't be the plight</div><br /><div>This test of your faith will pass</div><div>As long you have no doubt about the past</div><div>There is nothing to be afraid of or hold grudge against</div><div>And you can be sure for everything to outlast</div><br /><div>Everything is going to be alright</div><div>I am sure it will all work together for good</div><div>And no true friendship</div><div>Will go without being understood</div>Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com76tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-30585250802654288692008-12-10T03:57:00.000-08:002008-12-10T04:13:37.615-08:00At Times...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSciyNu8ap8kJ_AFIzlTUTUBZCztrKEh4U3CaIj-OD26x3agfBchpJF0UK7b0uyXPO10P149zJGdhuGLxJrBYoq3JH1rDBKz-o7qLA3sTpMHmwS1M8H3MKCYtLrzDgMPgVZPJ44osMIji0/s1600-h/HoldingHands.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278133417136469698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSciyNu8ap8kJ_AFIzlTUTUBZCztrKEh4U3CaIj-OD26x3agfBchpJF0UK7b0uyXPO10P149zJGdhuGLxJrBYoq3JH1rDBKz-o7qLA3sTpMHmwS1M8H3MKCYtLrzDgMPgVZPJ44osMIji0/s320/HoldingHands.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>No longer a foreigner in an unknown turf<br />I say with poise<br />You my love <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ain</span>’t just a choice<br /><br />Life <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">isn</span>’t easy, life <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ain</span>’t the same<br />Every day a struggle<br />It’s everybody’s game </div><div><br />In times of trouble, in times of pain<br />We stick together<br />Knowing there is so much to gain<br /><br />One thing you ought to know<br />Is my love for you has grown<br />Like never before<br /><br />I got nothing to offer but these words<br />I hope you realize<br />You are the song that my heart never denies<br /><br />Whatever happens I am with you<br />Through thick and thin<br />I want you too<br /><br />This time around I won’t shut you down<br />When I move about aimlessly<br />At times of want.</div>Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-54652894423754864652008-11-24T11:43:00.000-08:002008-11-24T12:19:07.910-08:00Child abUSE - Could you be of any USE?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzod4ADQv6zTbCcL8sxavRxexh736W7GTSc5chZ1UJO0D0iFZHMmDuTlqToNmWteV_BjKg1v9wjIZLauHDSbwuRWlu-E2gjNhD1S0U285WSqP7koORmKce39EM1jAvRJgVwCjXbHpPd2RX/s1600-h/csa.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272314397036729330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzod4ADQv6zTbCcL8sxavRxexh736W7GTSc5chZ1UJO0D0iFZHMmDuTlqToNmWteV_BjKg1v9wjIZLauHDSbwuRWlu-E2gjNhD1S0U285WSqP7koORmKce39EM1jAvRJgVwCjXbHpPd2RX/s320/csa.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">Could you be of any use?</div><div align="left">To help prevent child abuse</div><div align="left">Let me ask you, first!</div><div align="left">Are you aware of what a child goes through?</div><br /><div align="left">It could be you or anyone you know</div><div align="left">It could be someone who you care or don't care about</div><div align="left">Yet it's a child who is abused!</div><div align="left">Let not any precious child go through this</div><div align="left">Let's act! Let me know?</div><div align="left">Together we can fight this</div><div align="left">Let us fight for this cause</div><br /><div align="left">What is it? Why is it? Who does it? One might ask</div><div align="left">Let not your ignorance spoil a Child's life.</div><div align="left">Act Now! Let's do it now!</div><div align="left">Let me shed some light, if not now, the child will shed its life!</div><div align="left">Let me tell <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">you </span></div><div align="left"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Let</span> us fight for the Child's fright!</div><br /><div align="left">One child tortured with many chores</div><div align="left">It hits them at their heart, flesh and bones!</div><div align="left">Working in hotels and houses and suffering behind closed doors </div><div align="left">Fight Physical abuse</div><div align="left">One feeling left out all alone in the cold </div><div align="left">Helpless and shattered not knowing where to go</div><div align="left">Racial Neglect!</div><div align="left">One being molested and threatened</div><div align="left">Sexually harassed and beaten</div><div align="left">Fight Sexual abuse</div><div align="left">One having to hear everything that a child doesn't want to hear</div><div align="left">Forced to listen to harsh and filthy words </div><div align="left">Caught in the worst trap</div><div align="left">Fight Emotional abuse </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Its happening I know, I know</div><div align="left">Because I've been there! I've seen it! I know for sure</div><div align="left">Now, I wish to be the cure.</div><div align="left">Let us be a cue for the cure.</div><br /><div align="left">I am writing this ode today</div><div align="left">To bring out the reality</div><div align="left">For us to see</div><div align="left">The price an innocent child pays. </div><br /><div align="left">Let us act now!</div><div align="left">Before it's too late</div><div align="left">What ever little effort you take</div><div align="left">Would be great</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Let our energies focus towards the cause!</div><div align="left">Not for anyone, not for you, not for me, not for the society.</div><div align="left">But for the CHILD! Let's make their lives better.</div><div align="left">Save them from the snares of the devil</div><div align="left">Come on now, Let us do this</div><div align="left">Let us act now!</div><div align="left">Give them a bigger and a brighter future.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div>Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-90454124530518358922008-09-05T06:17:00.000-07:002008-09-05T06:19:57.037-07:00Crying In The Rain<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOL25d192OWTqH_qD_NS_7fhgVjBxaV44jiA4ju9ACwzJzkrJQ2jGwqQYhS38R9e8y1Q3qhSH0grZjDvRl6A7MPWRQ5Fc4fHjUv0KM08DlRtNILpkkfQIBcXRPj5H3WYe6Kn0Sx6Hqfs53/s1600-h/GirlInWindowRainResized.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242526040301607554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOL25d192OWTqH_qD_NS_7fhgVjBxaV44jiA4ju9ACwzJzkrJQ2jGwqQYhS38R9e8y1Q3qhSH0grZjDvRl6A7MPWRQ5Fc4fHjUv0KM08DlRtNILpkkfQIBcXRPj5H3WYe6Kn0Sx6Hqfs53/s320/GirlInWindowRainResized.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p><br />She was small, hardly ten years old<br />Heard the stories seen them all<br />She was too young to understand any of this<br />but she quickly matured before the other kids did<br />Every time and when in pain<br />You can see her crying in the rain </p><p><br />There she goes<br />Out in the pouring rain<br />The only time where she opens up<br />her little heart carrying all the pain<br />This little girl goes<br />Goes on crying in the rain </p><p><br />She didn't know her family well<br />Had no proper upbringing<br />She thought she was living in hell<br />Lived behind closed doors<br />With no fairytale stories<br />Just a barren life filled with remorse </p><p><br />There she goes<br />Out in the pouring rain<br />The only time where she opens up<br />her little heart carrying all the pain<br />This little girl goes<br />Goes on crying in the rain </p><p><br />No-one knew what she was going through<br />She was a mystery except for a few<br />Every time she wanted to cry<br />She would look out the window<br />With arms open wide<br />Silently wishing for the heavens to cry </p><p><br />There she goes<br />Out in the pouring rain<br />The only time where she opens up<br />her little heart carrying all the pain<br />This little girl goes<br />Goes on crying in the rain </p><p><br />Clear drops from the sky<br />Mixes with the tears from her eyes<br />She lets the rain whisper sweet nothings<br />Before she bids them all good-bye</p><br /><div></div>Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-24204503512929249812008-07-11T01:45:00.000-07:002008-07-11T02:01:01.186-07:00Breaking Free<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_yNvqaBhosvYgximTtZRtwuE8YYDJLVKbxgwlcWhbwxovKOmAHGoiw7VLtPjEq3LFYSiftTL84r_b_4c1fEtMZf_fKH8fnTYI7dpLof-DdZcECzNR5J5_QEON8qAwwk0Qf-92J8mRtIRo/s1600-h/Breaking%20Free.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221678723081413314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_yNvqaBhosvYgximTtZRtwuE8YYDJLVKbxgwlcWhbwxovKOmAHGoiw7VLtPjEq3LFYSiftTL84r_b_4c1fEtMZf_fKH8fnTYI7dpLof-DdZcECzNR5J5_QEON8qAwwk0Qf-92J8mRtIRo/s320/Breaking%2520Free.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />What kind of life would it be?<br />If I had to stay here<br />Just to make believe<br />Tell you what now baby<br />This ship is sailing away<br />And am sorry but you don’t have a say<br />Is this your attitude?<br />You might ask<br />I don’t have a choice<br />I don’t want to wear a mask<br />I am breaking free from all this crap<br />This is not a relationship<br />This is a trap<br />People, wake up and see<br />If you really have what you need<br />Don’t be the prey<br />Just cause your weak<br />Instead be poised, be meek<br />Guess this is something to think about<br />I don’t know for sure<br />But I still gave it a thought<br />Made me realize I was caught<br />I decided to break open the shackles<br />I was caught in and opted to move out<br />No regrets what so ever<br />I just think I am smart enough to be clever.Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-14887072645578674442008-06-12T06:24:00.000-07:002008-06-12T08:19:03.526-07:00POVERTY.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTIH_CQsmJbowE2Jx2jsBzCrN62iqeZy-Us1U1QMEFchAC1sXim6zRmfNlcMpxRcQ4saPszcfIJCgI4yGt6gfRIQZJEoZFD1TDz3t-jdp80wjHA0TvQR8652-390FAc2f63o_SJlLaYXP/s1600-h/poverty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210985981525682978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTIH_CQsmJbowE2Jx2jsBzCrN62iqeZy-Us1U1QMEFchAC1sXim6zRmfNlcMpxRcQ4saPszcfIJCgI4yGt6gfRIQZJEoZFD1TDz3t-jdp80wjHA0TvQR8652-390FAc2f63o_SJlLaYXP/s320/poverty.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Across the nations, over the sea<br />People unite in agony<br />Fighting for survival<br />In all that they see<br />Break the walls down of poverty<br />United we stand, banners fly<br />Protestors are left high and dry<br />Poverty the birthplace for vexation<br />Can’t blame the poor souls<br />They are drowning in deep depression<br />The fight goes on and on<br />As Ngo’s and Governments<br />Answer the phone<br />Do we see a solution at sight?<br />Or is poverty soaring as high as a kite.Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-8999329149773032132008-06-01T09:04:00.000-07:002008-06-02T00:26:05.975-07:00Romantic Imagination.I was at work when suddenly dark clouds covered the big blue sky. I was freezing as the temperature in my bay dropped to almost 19 degree. The climate forced me to draw out my note pad. Thankfully, it was lunch time in Europe and I had sometime on my hand. I walked out and sat on the stairway looking out the window I began to write...<br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">“The scent of Love, its profound meaning<br />I saw it in you, as I rested for a while<br />Your breath on my neck and the warmth of your kiss<br />Took me by surprise – a sinful bliss<br />Don’t ask me why<br />Don’t ask me how<br />We always end up together somewhere somehow<br />I search my heart for some old memories<br />I am not surprised to see, they are now just some old can of cherries”.</span></em><br /></span><em><br /></em>The sky was so dark and the wind was blowing hard when, suddenly the skies opened and it began to pour down heavily. The climate was so romantic and sadly I was at work. All I could do to enjoy this climate was to put my imagination to some good use. I chuckled for some reason and started to pen down my next set of lines...<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">“I stand there in the balcony, facing the sea.<br />Waiting for you to gently come and hug me<br />Whisper in my ears, sweetie here’s your cup of tea<br />I turn to you and you say - the night looks naughty indeed<br />The touch of your hand<br />Triggers an unusual feeling with in me<br />Honey, I enjoy every moment you spend with me”.<br /></span></em><br />Well well well, what do you know; it was time for me to go. I had a few calls to make and I wanted to keep the flow alive. Quickly, I shifted to my "<strong>work mode</strong>" and made those calls. Had a few good conversations and it was time for me to go. For some weird reason even before I completed the poem I knew it would be my favorite piece of work. I was home and climate was still lovely. I read through what I wrote and started to continue regaining the flow I wrote...<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>“Slowly, together we move to the couch<br />When suddenly I scream – OUCH!<br />You sat on my finger I laughed out loud<br />Sssshhh… the night’s fresh and there’s no crowd<br />I saw you chuckle as you uttered those blissful words out<br />I saw your eyes shine bright<br />I just couldn’t ignore your sight”.<br /></em></span><br />I was getting in to the mood and suddenly my cell phone rings. “Hello…Oh hi, what’s up?” I end up having a long conversation with one of my close friend. Chit chatting late in to the night, I love having such conversations it’s always fun. Now, come on am sure y’all would agree with me on this one. Anyways, it was at this time I thought of rendering this poem in a different way and as I ended the conversation I went back in to working on my little master piece... (chuckle)<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">“We laid there watching the world go by<br />Am I testing your patience sweet sugar – Oh my!<br />The things you do, I’d love to see<br />Baby you never fail to amuse me<br />Holding your hands I say this to you<br />Some of my dreams I wish to share with you”.<br /></span></em><br />It was late night. I went online, caught up with my ‘<strong>late night crawlers’</strong>, visiting my orkut pages, having some pleasant chat, drinking little wine and working on my poem. Oh, yeah!! I was still in the flow. I have written a lot of love/romantic poems in the past but, with this one I wanted to project the whole thing in a <strong>BOLD</strong> way, heat things up a bit and show some maturity in my writing style. I start imagining again, and I began to jot down a few lines...<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">“Take me in to a province that’s just ours<br />Where we can while away time and spend hours<br />Holding me in your arms – making love<br />Sweet talking all day all night long<br />I rested my head on your chest<br />I can hear your heartbeat, I feel your sweat<br />I raise my head to look in to your lovely eyes<br />Honey, let’s just become victims of the night<br />Making new memories – Lets delight<br />Thousand kisses with little fights”.<br /></span></em><br />I was totally charged up all excited about this poem. I knew it was special for me and I wanted to post it on the 1st of June. Just so it could be the first poem of this month. So, here I am working on the last portion watching the match the final of the IPL, trying to keep my cool and my sense of imagination alive but, the intensity of the match is getting me all worked up,praying hard on the inside for Chennai to win the match and closing my eyes to picture the scene for me to start writing again...<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">“To lay there with him to watch him smile<br />His sweet smell of scent takes me miles<br />I love it when he puts his arms around me<br />And secures me tight </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The night feels so complete when your right here by my side”.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em>Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-37810817693700761412008-05-22T22:19:00.000-07:002008-05-22T22:52:15.828-07:00Summer's Heat<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWlreVLzsXYD79hXhatxdgxPBpF4Dw7NkfNirPlQUwPqffYp20SpZ6RXA4qA27e5LHrjbMdcPpwGsuHDSvAp4CA4ep1ZGXUXKIud1rhXMSwIWUbghiArjKsVWxv9NCdtgvM7k46IicmLAT/s1600-h/sunshine_6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203438694454370290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWlreVLzsXYD79hXhatxdgxPBpF4Dw7NkfNirPlQUwPqffYp20SpZ6RXA4qA27e5LHrjbMdcPpwGsuHDSvAp4CA4ep1ZGXUXKIud1rhXMSwIWUbghiArjKsVWxv9NCdtgvM7k46IicmLAT/s320/sunshine_6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>With the summer's heat knocking on my door<br />With winter's breeze far behind<br />I sit here with my glass of wine<br />Cooling myself with soothing music<br />knowing that tomorrows another day of sun shine</div><div><br />I make a big deal out of travelling to work<br />In an insane hour - 12 pm to be precise<br />With summer's heat draining every bit of my energy<br />I just can't come to terms with winter being so far off</div><div>the summer's heat - a reason for people's sad demise </div><div><br /></div><div>Close to about 40 minutes in the sun<br />Makes me complain<br />Not stopping to think about the ones<br />Who work in this heat<br />Just to ensure we get our grains</div><div></div><br />So let’s look at the other side<br />Do not be so self centered<br />It's not a joke when others say<br />That someone’s hard work<br />Goes un noticed when things are taken for granted.Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-43929000551662458052008-05-14T14:18:00.000-07:002008-05-22T23:02:11.657-07:00Different World Same Time.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6zWF7x31tdkRjskZNI2Ycx0p31a8UM8ytPCIwzWs8Av0xUIekcibvOcQd4TGli4GW3pveT8dZqI5QUvBP0xnb0C8hWR8oE_jocA6qfKpLygSzx3_MduqneKYB9kpsGflkqlDe4RRrIDgh/s1600-h/00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200346974696874514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6zWF7x31tdkRjskZNI2Ycx0p31a8UM8ytPCIwzWs8Av0xUIekcibvOcQd4TGli4GW3pveT8dZqI5QUvBP0xnb0C8hWR8oE_jocA6qfKpLygSzx3_MduqneKYB9kpsGflkqlDe4RRrIDgh/s320/00.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It’s 2 in the morning<br />I ain’t asleep<br />I walk to my balcony<br />Just to feel the cold breeze<br />I pull up my bean bag<br />I cuddle up there<br />Gaze at the stars<br />Silently wishing I was there<br />I tried to close my eyes<br />To dream for a while<br />But the sky was so attractive<br />Forced me to watch the clouds go by<br />Passing through the moon<br />It looked so fine<br />I covered myself with my blanky<br />I was having a good time<br />I also remembered that I have friends<br />Who leave work at this time<br />But the world they see<br />Is so very different from mine</div>Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-41585416935071859302008-05-06T23:08:00.000-07:002008-05-08T04:25:52.072-07:00PREMONITION<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8xyWX7aSNHBuZ2pLS4LmMcAGC7VhB13Fznu9aDFz83-V8l5M874gch4jJbAnbzqP_WRAOdnLnnNv_0Ycza6PTAM_4CQmxeFsw4x0JPW0jVgVSCTP_Al6lYk1sGAX0RNqqR8P4M2Da_COt/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197515899661878178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8xyWX7aSNHBuZ2pLS4LmMcAGC7VhB13Fznu9aDFz83-V8l5M874gch4jJbAnbzqP_WRAOdnLnnNv_0Ycza6PTAM_4CQmxeFsw4x0JPW0jVgVSCTP_Al6lYk1sGAX0RNqqR8P4M2Da_COt/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />Take just a minute<br />And ask yourself this<br />What do I need?<br />To surpass this<br />Feeling of distress<br />Consume my cry<br />I feel at sea<br />Or is it just me?<br />We have all been there<br />I know for sure<br />Each one has a different way<br />To find that cure<br />Every hassle every strive<br />You have got to go through the battle<br />And come out with pride<br />Premonitions are part of life<br />Ruling your thoughts<br />From all four sides<br />Interpret it properly<br />You will see it unravel befittingly.<br /><div></div>Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-80808082647650081892008-04-21T07:50:00.000-07:002008-05-08T04:26:50.217-07:00TWINGE.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMSJInPiC4sGWH7uA609d0tkdPjTqh1iV2n3yx3BDTHyp_UlPpOYh2TMmVqVp_OzMad8tKcpA9gSAnZg2IH9d9g3icevJ8V1jZade_xNZc27SW4_J1o6MtA7Ix9CnXNeItZPGDm8eX83z/s1600-h/girl&dove.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191711405507460962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMSJInPiC4sGWH7uA609d0tkdPjTqh1iV2n3yx3BDTHyp_UlPpOYh2TMmVqVp_OzMad8tKcpA9gSAnZg2IH9d9g3icevJ8V1jZade_xNZc27SW4_J1o6MtA7Ix9CnXNeItZPGDm8eX83z/s320/girl&dove.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Searching for love<br />Through the day<br />Fighting pain<br />Through the night<br />Things change, people change<br />But the plight forever will be the same<br /><br />Digging deep into the past<br />Trying to resolve unsolved emotions<br />Puts one in a delicate position<br />With no perfect present<br />Time didn’t wait, wounds never healed<br />But one moves on along with the memories<br /><br />No one knows what the future holds<br />Tomorrow is far away<br />To survive this twinge<br />Is a battle on its own<br />Will someone be there?<br />Will someone be there for me today?</div>Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-1959471092795031112008-04-10T22:15:00.000-07:002008-04-10T22:22:02.972-07:00People Dressed In White<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3sT_cXrfL3R2tLbV1uxT-BlqY5zmakpEovXYrnBobeq_UAY2LdDCeBJuWWuXJqD2Gcy9MO5p4Q4o0So0p2G8m68xASPYxwiOYWRg7yoMeHyfmk47XqoXM2_DOkTGfMsMnL3-rf53XSiQM/s1600-h/herat2-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187853673400329026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3sT_cXrfL3R2tLbV1uxT-BlqY5zmakpEovXYrnBobeq_UAY2LdDCeBJuWWuXJqD2Gcy9MO5p4Q4o0So0p2G8m68xASPYxwiOYWRg7yoMeHyfmk47XqoXM2_DOkTGfMsMnL3-rf53XSiQM/s320/herat2-3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Every soul is precious<br />Every cry is heard<br />But still I see deaf ears<br />And eyes with fake tears<br />People dressed in white<br />Are not angels in disguise<br />When was the last time?<br />They ever did something right<br /><br />Drought, hunger and death<br />Are all set to strike<br />What is your take on this?<br />Are you even willing to fight?<br />Debates, discussions, interviews<br />Is not the answer for this?<br />Put your words into action<br />And maybe this time you won’t miss</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>You are the chosen one<br />Elected by the people<br />The whole nation looks up to you<br />But all you do is kill<br />Go out there and do what is right<br />People dressed in white<br />You have the power<br />In which you take pride<br />Use it to hear the torment and cry<br />Of the minority<br />Who are depressed and deprived. </div>Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-47859660887717809582008-04-04T20:40:00.000-07:002008-07-18T10:02:04.985-07:00SERENITY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDhe85zx_XJgb8nLNoO1qV21ninKpbiB9r0u23ov5OowO-T5-3-wWwTVDE5HijNXn8GXP5v_XFb9M70LzE3iha-bBykRAVvspM3_3XHEE9wZaSzjvwn-PH23GwHo1i35NttiKLHNomF3jJ/s1600-h/Seeking+SerenityLR.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185601492661298354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDhe85zx_XJgb8nLNoO1qV21ninKpbiB9r0u23ov5OowO-T5-3-wWwTVDE5HijNXn8GXP5v_XFb9M70LzE3iha-bBykRAVvspM3_3XHEE9wZaSzjvwn-PH23GwHo1i35NttiKLHNomF3jJ/s320/Seeking+SerenityLR.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hush now don’t say a word<br />Just close your eyes and see the world<br />The peace, the beauty that surrounds your mind<br />Is not what you’ll get to see on the outside<br />Serenity is a quality one must develop<br />The beauty of it lies underneath your cup<br />The cup of life is in your hands<br />Use it wise, use it while you can<br />Live your life to the fullest<br />Yes, I have heard that a million times before<br />But have you thought about the rest<br />Rest assured you will have places to go<br />I would love to see the world<br />The world I see when I shut my eyes<br />Hopes and dreams fade the minute I open my eyes<br />I am willing to press on till my last breath<br />I will not give up even if am on my death bed<br />Serenity, we will get there for sure<br />With our eyes open<br />We will make a secure future. </div>Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-6488045131265540252008-03-31T22:12:00.000-07:002008-03-31T22:26:03.050-07:00It’s Happening Right Where You Are!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy99HJaKjpVx6g8_LtxPu_VNAvK3GtL3IVv91SzEaXxzPF4l7cAXYi9fvB78XYc44HCw6Iz6revSa6l9i-xNMqD3V4BA1wcbnJhO5hPTZbuTclnDmSiUizvgTvs9ieRKopPjJXRBV7Jml0/s1600-h/fotolia_QuestionMark.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184142947537380514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy99HJaKjpVx6g8_LtxPu_VNAvK3GtL3IVv91SzEaXxzPF4l7cAXYi9fvB78XYc44HCw6Iz6revSa6l9i-xNMqD3V4BA1wcbnJhO5hPTZbuTclnDmSiUizvgTvs9ieRKopPjJXRBV7Jml0/s320/fotolia_QuestionMark.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Look around you<br />What do you see?<br />Ask this to yourself<br />Wherever you may be<br />I was at this concert<br />Just the other day<br />Two questions where directed at me<br />And now am directing it to y’all today<br />Are we gonna stand and watch? Or<br />Are we gonna do something?<br />These are the questions<br />To which am answering<br />But what am I talking about?<br />Y’all must be thinking<br />Molestation, harassment, dowry<br />Poverty, child labor and slavery<br />All this and more<br />Is happening in your locality<br />Now tell me<br />Are we gonna stand and watch? Or<br />Are we gonna do something?<br />Shocking but true<br />I speaking from the victim’s point of view<br />Do what you can<br />The steps are few<br />But if we stick together<br />We can make things brand new.</div>Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-26563711802945736822008-03-28T23:16:00.000-07:002008-03-28T23:23:24.171-07:00Random ThoughtsIt is so clear<br />The breath of life is here<br />I don't want to miss out on it<br />Like I did the last time<br />What makes me say this<br />Is what I feel inside<br />That everyone of us is special<br />And there is nothing to hide<br />At times we can just feel so low and blue<br />Feel worthless without a clue<br />Look deep within you<br />And your sure to find something new<br />I am just a small town girl<br />With dreams and hopes<br />Got no clue of what to expect<br />Got no idea about who I am yet<br />I just hope that I can make a difference<br />In some one's life<br />Be there around them to make things right<br />Random thoughts running in my mind<br />But my words are true<br />So let them shineTina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-9041617943896346162008-03-27T02:06:00.000-07:002008-03-27T02:12:51.245-07:00Make The StartThe world is full of people<br />Too busy with their lives<br />Well am not an exception to this<br />But I see to that I don't lose sight<br />On my way to work<br />I saw few people fight<br />I could only say to myself<br />That this world is in desperate need for help<br />People always have time for themselves<br />But not for their loved ones<br />This shows we live in a selfish world<br />With a lot of self centered people around<br />Things have got to change<br />But where does one start?<br />Stop, don't turn to your neighbour<br />Why don't you make the startTina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2693529750553279815.post-66938252434926774892008-03-27T01:59:00.000-07:002008-03-27T02:17:19.901-07:00Awesome God<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQDkkaNb0XuhCFP4lfu1OBnbM8Al036SQ_x9iYa2Ld2VwMS7OO7KGsLmY0Zh-l3-dwucuadITcMMxNXxeCQprvepTXSDrdFc355HgQ3QXYsnZ0FE_8aTjtUZ4F2SPzURVKbtUWMGuh0kV/s1600-h/Awesome+god.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182345241730999442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQDkkaNb0XuhCFP4lfu1OBnbM8Al036SQ_x9iYa2Ld2VwMS7OO7KGsLmY0Zh-l3-dwucuadITcMMxNXxeCQprvepTXSDrdFc355HgQ3QXYsnZ0FE_8aTjtUZ4F2SPzURVKbtUWMGuh0kV/s320/Awesome+god.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Do you know that we serve an awesome god</div><div>Who died, So that we could live</div><div>He bore all the burdens for us</div><div>And he accepted us inspite of our sins</div><div>He was brutally beaten for his good deeds</div><div>And still hears us out and answers our needs</div><div>As I sit here in my bay</div><div>These thoughts rushed into my mind</div><div>That made me say</div><div>I serve an awesome god today</div><br /><div></div>Tina Angelinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402460838621088107noreply@blogger.com4