Two’gether by Raymon Thomas

Monday, August 8, 2010 . 8 comments . Posted in General

I was wondering why people get so worried and tensed about what their future spouses are going be or who it is going to be. I was recently sent a link of a person I know who created their own ID on one of the matrimonial sites.  It got me thinking about how we spend so much of our time dreaming about the person we want to be with

  • The humble type,
  • The loving type,
  • The God fearing type,
  • The caring type,
  • The type that is there for us,
  • Spirit filled,
  • Good sense of humor

But have we ever taken a minute off our busy schedules to think “Will I be able to fit into anyone’s type?” Well let’s concentrate on the list that we have made for our future spouses. It’s always nice to think that we are always right and that everything is ok with us. “As I myself am preparing to find the one for me, I find myself quizzed with the same questions that I require in my future spouse.

During my Prayer times, I find myself praying for a wife as described in the book of Proverbs 31, And recently as I was talking to an elder sister of mine, I found out that as I am going to be the head of the household, how much time have I spent praying for myself? It was a wake up call and not a peaceful one but a rather rude one.

So I decide I would try to change myself, I started to check out the qualities of Good Husband from the Bible,

  • I Corinthians 7:3 Let the husband render unto the wife due benevolence: and likewise also the wife unto the husband.
  • Colossians 3:19 Husbands, love your wives, and be not bitter against them.
  • 1 Peter 3:7 Likewise, ye husbands, dwell with them according to knowledge, giving honor unto the wife, as unto the weaker vessel, and as being heirs together of the grace of life; that your prayers be not hindered.
  • Ephesians 5:25 Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it
  • Ephesians 5:33 Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband.

So here I am staring at the threshold of marriage, again, not at all prepared. So I take a step back to wonder how I would get ready for something like this. Well for the wedding I would have people assisting me in the preparations, but who would I go to get myself ready?

It’s ironic how, for the most important times of life we find ourselves the least bit prepared. I have known people who say that “it will come to me” or “I will rise up to the occasion just like that” etc……

I beg to differ, because you are not just going to rise up to any occasion if you don’t know what it is that you are going to face? And the best way to be ready is to have your own counselor! You see all world leaders and Big business houses have their own set of advisors who are with them when they need advice the most. We usually have our comfort groups to whom we look to for advice. But in all situations we have an Advisor, One who looks at every problem from a higher point of view, so high that He can see your past, your present and your future. Don’t you think it is good to have advice from such a person? His name is the Holy Spirit; His main duty is to counsel you on all issues of life. Please do not limit his role to the church and spiritual activities. He can advice you on any situation!

So if you are looking at getting ready for marriage and are setting up the “Do’s and Don’ts”  behavior list for your future spouse, I would suggest you start to prepare your self to be in someone’s list.

“Stop searching for the Special someone and Start being the Special someone, some ones searching for”

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the rambler…

Friday, August 8, 2010 . 2 comments . Posted in General

It was a wintry December dawn. The empty patch was not really empty. They had those beautiful lilies shriveled across to affix its beauty. In his black suit, he stood tranquil in dismay. The fresh fragrance of the colorful flora or the rush course of the rivulet didn’t appease his wounded heart. In his eyes, through the reflection of his own image on the rousing brook, he saw a desperate soul raving for a blustery time in life.

The most gruesome part is to cross the past that was struck whenever an akin phase traverse through our mind.

In her eyes he saw love. Her eyes were like the pebbles in the Blue Nile. The heart has no reason to be hush. No one has any control over it. The silence or the whispers of yesteryear can never replace memories.

For hours he had this thought cruising across his heart like a lightening, stuck in-between the past and future. And suddenly the clouds split opened and showered slowly. The rain fell slow whilst the man in his black suit walked like a drifter, to a land where many tales were buried. All one need to do is to pick a fable and make it a life. On his way he found the pixie birds nesting for a shelter. Even the birds need a place to rest. They have wings to fly. But that doesn’t mean they own the sky.

Sooner or later the spirits in him will craft a magic. He may be able to carve them for good deeds. Like they say, every emotion rouses to build a good or bad act. All we need to do is to make our own choice and see them ensue.

The heavy rain didn’t stop him from the voyage. His desire is to reach the hills and look down to recall the journey. The journey of the human mind never completes until the eternal desire buds a longing in a dream that we all get once in lifetime. He is walking. He doesn’t want to give up. He did hear a lot of fairy tales. In them he found his love. What we are is what we think. He thought fairy tales had great brainwave. It never had any wretchedness in it. They all lived ever blissfully.

The days and nights passed by… The December flowers withered away… The summer storms lead its way… In the wilderness he ought to find an oasis. And that doesn’t make him relinquish his endeavor. He kept walking… In life, the idea is not to find a shortcut. That doesn’t make anyone smarter than the rest. It’s to reach the destination by experiencing the whole thing. He had faith. Years passed by. Summer has gone by. The rivers dried away… And suddenly the whole life was rafted across to a world he always wished to attain.

Today, it’s a wintry December dawn. The empty patch is not really empty. They have these beautiful lilies shriveled across to affix its beauty. In his black suit, he stood tranquil in dismay. The fresh fragrance of the colorful flora and the rush course of the rivulet did appease his fresh soul. In his eyes he can see thousand stars dazzling across to share and care for one another.

And then, the December rain once again spread its colors. And he walked on to another hills, waving his arms in the air… to a hazy land… because… all he got to do is to keep walking…

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Love, Hate, Hatred

Friday, August 8, 2010 . 1 comment » . Posted in General

My heart was placed in your heart
Chained, tattoed or cornered
And layer by layer it shed its scent
Love, peace or humanity

My dream was placed in your sleep
Seized, dazed or dangled
And reel by reel you cut the scene
Selfish, desire or pleasure

My face was tattooed in your life
Dark, white or blue
And dot by dot you washed it away
Love, hurt or hatred

My love was merged for a cause
Grey, silver or jade
And day by day you began to regret
Ray, shiver or hope

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>the hitchhiker…

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The frosty dews swept the way 


to swirl and dot his far-flung aim 


upon all the twigs a tale buried 


below the dry hiss of wiry roots 


for they waved arms in the air, 


and heaved the hitchhiker so nigh 


to seal his vase onto the course 


and swig until his thirst dies away

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>The Innocent Child

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A child in the prison cried for fare,

To fill his bare belly with the food;

And an inmate spread strawberry, 

With a spiteful smile set on his face;

And it lured the dying child in dark,

But in vain, he was in pain; oh pale

And he prayed to the God, Oh Lord;

To save his soul, from shade of loss,

In paradise, when the snivel heard,

Dear Lord swept his tears away…

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>freedom…

Friday, August 8, 2010 . 1 comment » . Posted in General

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the day I left to feel frosty brook

buried beneath the pictorial sky

that stood above the grand pile

where I found my mirror image

along with the moving billows

until the dusk fell upon the isle

for I tasted my former freedom

away from home, alone at sight

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>blue Globe…

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the unsullied skies spread the smell

of a globe we dreamt to live, in calm

where the poppy birds flew for nest

towards the dark blue castle, in love

and the twigs shed their virgin bloom

to greet the fair fairy princess, pretty

of a world where we began to dream

and to the far-flung terrain of fantasy

in peace or love – but in pact, for sure

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>Love, In a dream ♥

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Turn the page, and evade the ink

For it is dark, like the dusk lay arm

Upon the meadow, amid the rain

Frosty and hazy, in a sunlit dream

For she is your dream; archangel,

Oh! Caring, loving, and so daring

And she spread the wings of bliss

But none heeded the love she had

For the page had a sweet tale,

Where her story was inked in blues

But none read the poignant note

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>A Rainy Night

Thursday, August 8, 2010 . No comments yet . Posted in General

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the day I kissed, and cuddled

when it rained, and breezed

where we set fire from wood

that was wet by the tempest

in a dim room lighten by eyes

whose dreams were to adore

in the wilderness of existence

with hues of romance, in rain

for our eyes drifted evermore

to be in the moment of delight

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