what go around come around..karma will catch up to u sooner or later...so, do on to other the way u want other to do on to u....it is what it is! what u c is what u get, so holla at ya boi!
"MANY PEOPLE WILL WALK IN AND OUT OF YOUR LIFE, BUT ONLY TRUE FRIENDS WILL LEAVE FOOTPRINT IN YOUR HEART"
-unknown
STRANGER IN THE OUTFIELD
what have i done for you to be devoted what have i sacrifice for you to be unselfish
when did i show devotion for you to have patience when did i show unselfishness for you to be so giving
how was i patience for you to be so understanding how was i giving for you to be so generous
kind and considerate innocent and commpassionate unorthodox and mysterious charming and beautiful words that is fit for an angel
what you are can not be define with words what you is can only be decribe as a phenomena what i was can be define with words what i am now is touch by a stranger
-Alex Peanpokven
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"A REAL FRIEND IS ONE WHO WALKS IN WHEN THE REST OF THE WORLD WALKS OUT."
-Walter Winchell
I WILL BE YOUR GURARDIAN ANGEL
a story was told a fate was uphold a journey was mold a path was unfold
and it shall begin the rise and fall of life from light to darkness from darkness to light
purity was broken a struggle begin a path was taken the journey begin
hardship begin the moment we fail the feeling we endure the sorrow that was felt an image was born
submissiveness and vulnerable shame and humility tainted and disgrace broken and shatter every trait one possesses every road one must take
pain and suffering love and beholded malicious and evil foundation and essence feeling and decision all must face one is never alone
metamorphosis and transformation da beginning to an end conveyance and guidance rise and surge an ordinary child was born
parturition and birth warrior and combatant battle and warfare a child must face angel among men
a city in despair a nation in cry a world in turmoil an angel must prevail
the world was told a birth must be uphold a savior must be mold an angel was unfold
i will be your guardian angel
-Alex Peanpokven
IT'S CALLED LOVE
the thing called "heart" hard to explain, easy to feel hard to trust, easy to break hard to see, easy to find
the thing called "love" you can't see it, but it's there you can't touch it, but you can feel it you can't have it, but you can give it
it is but a pleasure to a few it is but a whisper to some it is but a myth to most it is but a harse reality to many
you can search but you'll never find you can try but you'll never realize you can ask but you'll never get you can wait but you'll never see
when it's here, can you handle when it's there, can you follow when it's around, can you see when it's missing, can you feel
love is most definately present.....
-Alex Peanpokven
A LETTER TO MOTHER
Oh, how sorry i am to had abandoned you. i like most millions have left you for dead. Thru the pain, the struggle and the suffering. You still remain strong, powerful and yet undestructable
Could it be the love for us that held you together, held u this strong? Why didn't you let go when all of us did? Why didn't you crumble and fold, like the rest of us did? Why are you so eager to embrace us back with your love, when none of us desevre it? Why are you so easily forgiven those who abandon you, those who abuse you, and those who stab you in the heart. So many question unanswer, so many though that roam and so many words forgotten.
Oh mother, how i long for you; for your love, for your strength and for your will to carry on. When all else fail, you are still there with open arms and embrace us as if nothing has happened. Oh mother, how i missed you, how all of us missed you. We all will be together again, that i promise.
Thru the wears and the tears, you have fought your battle and won. You have grown weak from it, that we know. You need not fight no more. You need not struggle no more. You need not suffer no more. I am strong now, we are strong now. You have done your part and now it's time for us to do ours.
Oh mother, the world long for you and yours; to become the elite once again. You have been the greatest mother one can know; one can only dreamth about. It is time mother, let the world know who you are. Let them know what you're about, let them know that you will not be concour and will not be destroy. It's time now mother, go and take your place with the elite.
To the world, my mom is known as cambodia. To us, she is known as srok khmer.
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