Grandma, I miss you so much, with love we stay in touch
You was my 2nd mum, when mine was so busy
You never complained, you stayed with me
Now life is going to be tough without you
Your wise words and loving support
Now you are gone from earth's life garden
That I am still walking feel's so lonely
When things got bad, you still kept your love shining through
When I was sick you gave me golden magic and warm milk...
Little did I know it was aspro in warm milk
You have nursed me so many nights...
You kept on loving me and holding me tight
I felt safe, warm and loved
You sent me to church with my uncle Pepi (peter)
You helped me find God and God's gracious love
And now you are gone what will I do?
You are greatly missed by me...
No one could comprehend
For me Grandma my 2nd Mother it's not goodbye
it's until we meet again...
I love you so much
I pray the peace of God to be with you, Always Nan xxxx

With Special Love from your Grand daughter
Amina xxxx

A rose is a beautiful soft fragrant flower
With delicate petals to remind us of love, kindness and tenderness
Sharp thorns is to remind us, of the many pains we have to bear through life
Its strong stem to remind us of the strength in life we need and to feed from
The leaves so defined and spread out to show us our individuality as people
The many veins to show the many paths we all take through life, some strong and sturdy, and some weak and fragile
Arose so soft and delicate with fragrance to perfume the air...

Amina

The man I thought was mine forever
No longer wants us to be together
The heartache, tears and pain
How can I try to rebuild again
Through thick and thin
I thought we were one skin
It is not so good now
my eyes are so heavy

I have to wipe my tears away
Those heavy clouds in my mind
Block out all my sunshine inside
My heart is so heavy
The pain is so strong

Trying to be happy somehow
My head is spinning I must sit down
How could he have waited so long?
To tell me we don't belong
I thought we would be together forever
Not until I got better
I will close the ode on a positive note
I will survive, and I will cope.....

Amina

Missing you is not a word to say
Missing you is not a story to be started in...
April and finished in May
Missing you is yesterday, today and everyday

Like the sky without stars
Like sleep without the dreams
Like a face without a smile
Like ME without YOU!!

Amina

If I had a wish
I would be your tears
Which burn in your eyes
And die on your lips
But if you were my tears
I'll never cry in fear
Of losing you.....

Amina

If i could gather up all the stars from the galaxy,
I would give them to you.
If i could fly to the sun and back,
I would do it for you.

I have a good heart,
Would you tear it apart?
I will give you my love,
Would you destroy that part?

I have my Faith,
Would you make it a disgrace?
You have my trust,
Would you have a trust that lasts?

I have been so hurt many times before....
Would you take care of my fragile heart?

Amina

I can see your face with concern and love
I hear your fun and laughter from within
I feel your kindness, when you hold me tight
I see your thoughtfulness, in everything you do for me
But most of all I see God's beauty you hold inside and out

amina

But, ah!, to get back on it; to get back on the train!
To live, to breathe, is to see again!
It's akin to feeling the breeze upon your face,
to being with one and experiencing and appreciating that all is unique,
to be able to see the path for the trees, to see the world at an apogee.
To see creation pour from pen to paper, to take note and gather further,
to go with the transference of vision to prose,
to probe down dark avenues of mind and light where it goes,
and I feel it flow - it’s a joy, a wonder.
You feel it seep into your skin and connect somehow to something deep down within,
As it probes the world around you in escalating ways,
(and of those within you, though sometimes it fades), for sometimes,
it's with you for precious seconds and then...
or be around like a would-be lover; for days,
as you feel its pillow against your back, as well as its gaze.

But though you might well know, it disappears so,
yet in the back of your mind, pit of the stomach or small of your back,
you know it'll return,
elastic-like (as though it never left!), some way down the track.
So don't be a fool, don't be sad,
Don't stay idle for something you had.
Life is for living and this world (and others) is what you make of it,
which can be a precious thing so bide your time and be sure not to break it.
I know worries beset you while around you others enjoy,
and deep down inside you know negatives of any kind no one should employ,
So take stock, take heed,
for your wounds they do not bleed.
For your time will come (again) as it did before…
But isn't it nice to see it around you, practically knocking at your door?
Maybe it's there already, provided you know where to look,

And how to use it and for what...
Take heart, of life take a healthy bite!
Breath in the outside when inside needs insight,
add colour to scope and do not collide;
(Yet) life is that mountain on which we sometimes slide.
Throw true your arrow, strike the mark,
intuition knows when to strike in the dark.
Be the best of who you are, eat well and travel far,
I know you know this well,
maybe in some other detail,
But sometimes it helps to gather wind in your sail,
so sail on, on that unique heading and pollinate the sunsets of tomorrow.
You're the precentor, it's a wave of precession; it's precognition.
Perception. Precipitation.
Dust yourself off for presentation.



Adam Fretter 2002©

“WHEN YOU FEEL YOUR HANDS GETTING COLD,
“WHEN YOU DON’T HEAR WHAT YOU’RE BEING TOLD.”
WHEN YOU RELAX AND BREATHE IN THE AIR,
HOW MUCH DO YOU WAKE?
“WHEN THE TOWN CLOCK SLOWLY CHIMES FIVE,
“IT’S SUNDAY MORNING: TOWN ROADS ARE NOT ALIVE.”
NOTHING BUT PAPERS RACING ON EMPTY STREETS.
TELL ME: WHAT DO YOU DO?

“HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE PRISON WITH NO WALLS?
“FOR ME IT’S THE ONLY ONE THAT CALLS.”
GUESS IT MATTERS ON HOW MUCH YOU’VE LIVED.
DON’T YOU EVER GET OUTSIDE?!
“LIKE THE HANDS ON THE TOWN’S CLOCK FACE,
“THE WALLS SHADOW FINGERS KEEP IN THEIR PLACE.”
THE PAPER-MACHE FIGURE SITS MUTE SOAKED IN ITS OWN GRACE.
DON’T YOU EVER GET THE URGE!?



ADAM F - 08/01/97©

THE MANY FACES THE EYES SEE
THE MANY THINGS THAT TURN THEM BLIND
THE MANY EMOTIONS THEY SHOW
THE MANY THINGS THEY’LL FIND

IT’S NOT UNLIKE CLIMBING A MOUNTAIN
WITH NO HARNESS OR ROPE TO HOLD
YOU’RE BOUND TO SLIP, MIGHT EVEN FALL
IT’S THE BREAKING AND RE-MAKING - THE RE-SHAPING OF US ALL

SPREAD YOUR WINGS AND FLY
SOME DAY SOON YOU’LL HAVE TO TRY
THE WIND IT CALLS OUT YOUR NAME SO
LIFT THOSE FADING EYES AGAIN.



ADAM F - 10/05/95©

WINDOWS RATTLE … THEY SIGNAL THE COMING WAVE,
OVER YOUR HEAD CRASHING DEEP DOWN WITHIN,
SWELLING THE RHYTHM OF YOUR EVERY DAY LIFE,
FROM NOW ON NOTHING WILL BE THE SAME,
ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE CANDLE FLAME …

I WATCHED RISING SUNSHINE SWEEP BEAT UPON YOUR FACE,
AND I’M SHOWERED IN CONFUSION EACH TIME I’M PUT IN MY ‘PLACE‘,
ATTEMPT AT CONTEMPT-PLATING THE MASK INSIDE,
THERE IS NO MORE DREAMING OF THE DREAM THAT DIED,
ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE CANDLE FLAME …

I MAY RISE LATE IF I RISE AT ALL, BUT DON’T DOUBT IT,
INSIDE OUTSIDE KNEAD ME FLAT UPON THE PLAIN,
STRETCH ME TEAR ME TRY TO REPAIR ME WITHDRAWN,
GLASS SMILE HELD FOR SMALL WHILE WHICH HAS NEVER BEEN THE SAME,
AND ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE FLICKERING CANDLE FLAME …



ADAM FRETTER - 20/10/96©

At the edge of your eyes

Oh, at the edge of your eyes
they have sent Cupid
and he set up an ambush
and he set up an ambush.

Oh, at the edges of your lips
they threw their fishing-nets
and they caught my heart
and they caught my heart.

I wriggle like a fish
caught on the hook
and when I listen to you singing
I die a thousand times

Wait and hope
I have never been so happy,
that was until the day i met you.
You taught me how to feel,
you taught me how to love.
We were friends,
the bests friends anyone could be.
You never knew how deep my love was,
you never got a chance to see.
Because something happened,
my heart go torn apart.
A rip that could have been mended,
but I let it take over my heart.
It has been a long time,
since we have talked.
I think of you everyday,
do you think of me too.
Now I sit alone at night,
waiting to hear from you.
So i can tell you how i feel,
I will wait and hope you will come back to me.
Wait to hear your voice,
Hope to see your face.
Wait and hope,
for that day.

Take a glass and half fill it with water.Then ask someone arround you to choose one of the statments to comment on the glass:-
1)"Half of the glass is filled"
2)"Half of the glass is empty"
If he chooses the first option,then he is an optimist, n if he chooses the second one then he is a persimist. The some case is with this statment.....Every obstacle is an oppurtuinity. it all depends on what type of person you are, and on your perspective.

A lot of us might tell youthat an obstacle is an oppurtuinity, but can 'every' obstacle be an oppurtuinity?What if it is so intense and so powerful that it cuts off all your paths for moving ahead?What if it is threats your life?How can a man who is blind find any light of hope from his blindness?

But if u ask me,I will tell that even blindness can bring oppurtuinities. Just a few days back there was a man on telivision.He was blind but he still got world wide recognition because he did not let his blindness obstacle him from flying the longest distance by a cycle.Thus, the matter of making obstacles into
entirly depends on our ability to make use of our resources and what we have.If we think that obstacles are rare oppurtuinities which make us realise our short comings and our weakness,we can start to amend ourselves from this knowledge.May be if obstacles did not block our ways,we might have never learnt our problems and as a consequence,we would have never learnt to find solutions to our problems.

If we start to learn something from everything,from our obstacles that we face, we will eventually be able to fight the obstacles and step into the other side of the fence.............Where golden oppurtuinities might be waiting for us.


Thank you, MALKI

She was beautiful and full of life.. She was strenuously breathing in this suffocating air. She had a smile dancing on her lips that would me smile. She had eyes where I could see my dreams. She had voice that would disquiet my heartbeat. But most of all, she had feet that were treading towards me. Heavenly romantic...! She was eager to step into my life, I don't know why...
I had nothing to give to her...

Love of my life
Spark of my day
My heart opens up
With what my lips want to say.
To express my emotions
With the fear of regret
To get turned down
What else could I expect.
A small flicker of interest
Would mean the world to me
My mind opens up
With what my eyes want to see.
By
The
Neanderthal

Water burns fire goes out.
Storms anger ceases.
Stars swinging on the sky.
And blue and sea and your lovly eyes.
Give me your hands,
Where are they?