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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Much love, Remi </span>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-86716098515758340332010-09-27T22:08:00.000+01:002010-09-27T22:08:11.164+01:00BLOG MOVE & NEW WEB ADDRESS<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><strong>DEAR READERS / FOLLOWERS </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><strong></strong></span></div><span style="color: red;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">Thoughts of the intricate nature </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">of his love and the </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">delivery of his affection </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">keeps me awake till </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">sun rays announce the birth </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;">of a new day</span></em><br />
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</div>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-19267855468917420812010-08-10T15:14:00.001+01:002010-08-10T23:04:07.087+01:00... Not An Option..!<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUbKrCFjIB0u9WnfJhB11KRq-xZeoP8UTD6y1EjjeOlRaQzSBEoOQfClx1VuVa2V5kQRbjT51p1aQHv4vrrQbPgoOy7rbV264P2P3ZYpPLxk4-1FSddmz6_ONJxln0FoRhBfDekuOq6Ys/s1600/Screen%2520shot%25202010-02-20%2520at%25207_36_18%2520AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUbKrCFjIB0u9WnfJhB11KRq-xZeoP8UTD6y1EjjeOlRaQzSBEoOQfClx1VuVa2V5kQRbjT51p1aQHv4vrrQbPgoOy7rbV264P2P3ZYpPLxk4-1FSddmz6_ONJxln0FoRhBfDekuOq6Ys/s320/Screen%2520shot%25202010-02-20%2520at%25207_36_18%2520AM.png" /></a></div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Soothing droplets of morning dew</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">brings along a sense of something new</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">atonement for the heart</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">stirs up revival from depths within a tired soul</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">feelings long forgotten, now keen to renew</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: magenta;">soothing droplets of refreshing dew</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: magenta;">still, its not an option to</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: magenta;"> relinquish my desiring heart to you</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: magenta;">I will be content to be forever friends </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: magenta;">for I cherish the intricate nature of you </span></em><br />
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</div>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-44351610866413486682010-08-10T12:54:00.001+01:002010-08-10T14:41:10.297+01:00CROSSROADS...!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVrcGcmA9nKsqI_c9WvOEm8pV6Sn7PAwAqMXXrPQ4-uSAkBPffXEEjHgskzCRWzlSbDFG89W4vLG8zmK7cyJhzLWCCtnVmgVje3Yssr3ny8CGIn56L5w7s5LE_yAjnopgG9JOhEAPb5lU/s1600/girlinsong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVrcGcmA9nKsqI_c9WvOEm8pV6Sn7PAwAqMXXrPQ4-uSAkBPffXEEjHgskzCRWzlSbDFG89W4vLG8zmK7cyJhzLWCCtnVmgVje3Yssr3ny8CGIn56L5w7s5LE_yAjnopgG9JOhEAPb5lU/s320/girlinsong.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Heart, head, mind and soul </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">embraced the signs that were </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">evident for all to behold</span></em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Feelings and emotions </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">were sure of the experienced essence</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">only to realise it's been breaking </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">through shadows, the very outline</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">that announced its delayed presence</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Heart, head, mind and soul</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">arrives at the crossroads </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">of love unknown.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-19216084456544759762010-03-20T22:51:00.001+00:002010-03-20T22:54:55.078+00:00Silent Plea...<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGjtkmX5MLBDJP1GAJacHz1S8l3v5mF9supfIZDl90iRXY8Nn0p9pBi9iH_9ZZYumJTQ6OYSncJrti6iEVJXbydFBvPwPKoSgnIWwoZPy_uLVl82TxV6ZmFtM9FWsYEz9S_31MNA-7XAU/s1600-h/9-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGjtkmX5MLBDJP1GAJacHz1S8l3v5mF9supfIZDl90iRXY8Nn0p9pBi9iH_9ZZYumJTQ6OYSncJrti6iEVJXbydFBvPwPKoSgnIWwoZPy_uLVl82TxV6ZmFtM9FWsYEz9S_31MNA-7XAU/s320/9-1.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<em><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her heart screams loudly</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana;">without releasing a sound</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana;">It pleads for the love that</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">comes with his promised</span></em><em><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> presence</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In anticipation she yearns to</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">experience 'THAT' gift of </span></em><em><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sacred </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">unity, wrapped</span></em><em><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> in total belonging</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">He reaches for the bags of seeds </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">thoughts on the day's desired harvest</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">what he hopes will be the yield</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">when he sows some seeds in earnest</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">On the old wooden table, </span></em><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">like his father used to,</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">he arranges the bags and </span></em><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">sits on the aged wooden stool</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">whilst remembering </span></em><em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">the results of past planting seasons</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #ead1dc;">he and his family recently lived through</span></em></div><br />
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<em><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">66 bags of miracle seeds</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">impregnated with manifestations </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">of desired results for all to see </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">awaits to be planted in love and faith </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">wrapped up in pure and simple believe</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><em>That <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bible</span> you hold in your hands is a book of seeds. Seeds to be planted over and over again in faith and simple believe. Do you want some healing, get <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yourself</span> some healing seeds (the word on healing) and plant them in your life. You want some wealth, get yourself some prosperity seed and plant them in your life</em>.</span> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;"><em><strong>66 books of seeds impregnated with an infinity multiplication potential of itself, is available to you today!</strong></em></span>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-26384048070197593292010-03-02T10:54:00.000+00:002010-03-02T10:54:12.707+00:00Wisdom Calling...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaOUZXPqVeArN7LGFhJPp2h6VYrofY4NaIYLk1zdxkxi0TQuXnbFH3Do1OKojqKZPFS5BlXliEwFXfMRzTC7K9OsCj1JPBV2Pt8q6jmbxTIgvpno5y468KIIMw3IkHtGITRTmQeLvbYu8/s1600-h/hands%2520on%2520bible.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443973996639542194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaOUZXPqVeArN7LGFhJPp2h6VYrofY4NaIYLk1zdxkxi0TQuXnbFH3Do1OKojqKZPFS5BlXliEwFXfMRzTC7K9OsCj1JPBV2Pt8q6jmbxTIgvpno5y468KIIMw3IkHtGITRTmQeLvbYu8/s320/hands%2520on%2520bible.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">Conjure up a need</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">a hunger from within </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">Expand your minds</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">enlarge depths of your hearts </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#33ffff;">making room for the power of clarity</span></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">She makes her presence known</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">sends constant invitations to<br />every mind, spirit, and elusive souls</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">souls, stuck at cross roads</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">weighed down by strongholds</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ffff;"><em>She pleads for ears to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">acknowledge</span><br />the urgency of her call to visualise,<br />learn and embrace the counsel of the<br />one who knows the answers to it all</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><em>© <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Remi</span> Banjo, March 2010</em><br /></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;">***picture by <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">photobucket</span>***</span></em></div></div>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-59323313721469017832010-02-22T01:22:00.003+00:002010-02-22T01:46:39.460+00:00Break Free...!<div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLcGLyB7De0feysrsXFbb2goPPLgjGzuiMmb4ICfxHgJ-di4Sx-ruBEralN3476gZkAlD9MHNxUYcMIFwsj02Uyq21avAa86GI6PowN3xxJlx5IVhdaCiTcm5WZ9tqtmnISY3FbtYlrw/s1600-h/killingmesoftly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLcGLyB7De0feysrsXFbb2goPPLgjGzuiMmb4ICfxHgJ-di4Sx-ruBEralN3476gZkAlD9MHNxUYcMIFwsj02Uyq21avAa86GI6PowN3xxJlx5IVhdaCiTcm5WZ9tqtmnISY3FbtYlrw/s320/killingmesoftly.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Arise, I cast off its heavy load</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">never to give it a chance or hope </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">slothfulness, no longer a stronghold</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Your WILL Lord, I am resolved to do </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Move my limbs in the path set out for me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Encourage my mind to focus solely on you </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Strengthen my arms to produce goodness </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">that exhibits and glorifies the nature of you</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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How I encourage my heart</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#9fc5e8;">to resolutely trust in you </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#9fc5e8;">when it does not understand</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#9fc5e8;">the roads it's travelling through</span></em></div><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#d5a6bd;">How I plead my Heart to help itself</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#d5a6bd;">to entrust in the Father’s proven faithfulness</span></em><span style="color:#d5a6bd;"><br /></span><em><span style="color:#d5a6bd;">Heart of mine can you comprehend</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#d5a6bd;">a God with unquantifiable abilities?</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><em><span style="color:#9fc5e8;">Oh! How I <strong>WILL </strong>and <strong>MUST</strong> comprehend</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#9fc5e8;">that you are the fountain of possibilities</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#9fc5e8;">established through centuries and</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#9fc5e8;">proven throughout eternity</span> </em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">© Remi Banjo, February 2010</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">***picture by photobucket***</span></em></div>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-2804380703102379622010-02-07T00:30:00.001+00:002010-02-07T01:27:22.703+00:00Everything...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbybTtvQxdIeyaYqHrKhnQpJyCgHf2Pj4iorZySrpO93qn5qf5Q9bylMIxDxpMXj3zU-jl-UzkyCYhe4lpB6s-TGmvcyztTBnnVql9i9CSyVb3JD47RqPlwGB-OQy-CSWhmDuMGp7SKFQ/s1600-h/4081601044_f962e3762d.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435303344508992850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbybTtvQxdIeyaYqHrKhnQpJyCgHf2Pj4iorZySrpO93qn5qf5Q9bylMIxDxpMXj3zU-jl-UzkyCYhe4lpB6s-TGmvcyztTBnnVql9i9CSyVb3JD47RqPlwGB-OQy-CSWhmDuMGp7SKFQ/s320/4081601044_f962e3762d.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em>For love I searched<br />within the winds that<br />propels my daily existence</em><br /></span><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">...then I envisaged you as</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">rhythm</span> orchestrating </span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>my pre-destined living</em><br /></span><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc00;">I picture the reality of you<br />the foundation that keeps </span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em>me forever believing</em><em> love is you</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Love is </span></em><em><span style="color:#ffcc00;">everything</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;">Remi</span></em></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;">***pictures by photobucket***</span></em></div>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-80947905740417271052009-11-29T17:07:00.001+00:002009-11-29T17:44:32.445+00:00Reflection...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsTCOWrBQwcYMvQ8L7bk1p9w-s79u97wRKw9XyZVq1a_c4ViVBg79Gpc0-QmtZ3dm7kWsL5WWZ04TmfYn_KLwBoOKRviuY7ayIAogwWifzThS8GI7kHjC_iI30RgFXjDtk-GL-lNU8sA/s1600/70ace2165336fb0ce8692baebe6f5594_we.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409581672785355202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsTCOWrBQwcYMvQ8L7bk1p9w-s79u97wRKw9XyZVq1a_c4ViVBg79Gpc0-QmtZ3dm7kWsL5WWZ04TmfYn_KLwBoOKRviuY7ayIAogwWifzThS8GI7kHjC_iI30RgFXjDtk-GL-lNU8sA/s320/70ace2165336fb0ce8692baebe6f5594_we.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnSgzwnqsnLxprdsXKA0zVCxtY3tp6GhxSp0KsoglWbrAOkRMXkv1o-5e_H816TwcN0n453j-1Djxt-yxX6VNi1mykke-9byaloszTa4lYTXifgYrJoWR9QiwMP6afnmqunythJKAF620/s1600/70ace2165336fb0ce8692baebe6f5594_we.jpg"></a><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>To be a reflection of Him</em><br /><em>is what my soul requires</em></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><em>To breath the air He freely gives</em><br /><em>is what my spirit yearns to be forever real</em><br /><br /><em>To understand the intricacies of who He is</em><br /><em>is the beginning of knowing Him</em></span> </span></span></div><br /><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>To be drawn into the midst of His presence</em><br /><em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">unravels</span> the truth and purity of His love</em></span></span><br /></div>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-53818575513948192942009-10-12T21:50:00.000+01:002009-10-25T19:46:49.985+00:00...and then I call Him my....<em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-ZZe-YNhyphenhyphenz_-DSFxfBZsuCy468cBHgmZ80xubUO32_B96P-h8qUSm2GeiP9un4VJkD137-KJ0KXzAKdRYyXrs-Zg_XPTUOJ1jclbxrUebKqbuJCXD08FU_zbh9YX710vYLPnA-I7lAw/s1600-h/Forgiveness_by_phatpuppy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391831851423552498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-ZZe-YNhyphenhyphenz_-DSFxfBZsuCy468cBHgmZ80xubUO32_B96P-h8qUSm2GeiP9un4VJkD137-KJ0KXzAKdRYyXrs-Zg_XPTUOJ1jclbxrUebKqbuJCXD08FU_zbh9YX710vYLPnA-I7lAw/s400/Forgiveness_by_phatpuppy.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33QhxRdpfQ8Y5AZDPWIQJrDR7zaGH6vkZQSYINMcgF9TLkAWMq4L9URZRCR4fVBk4bpwVGXUJsZxNX0eLtfWVYPPHP1DX2QoR_hUCZGB36xMsZI1R1WMkCJheFHhOFbwUxCIWuHC8-QY/s1600-h/Forgiveness_by_phatpuppy.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">... and then I call Him my king </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">because He crowns my heart with </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">the full richness of His ever increasing love</span></em><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">... and then I call Him my peace </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">because through the knowledge of Him</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">I am still and rest <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">assured</span> in His proven abilities</span></em><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#339999;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">...and then I call Him my joy</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">because my heart skips in tune </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">to the beat of obedience, </span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">in rhythm to His perfect will</span> </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ccffff;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ccffff;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">... and then I call Him my future</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">because my dreams and aspirations will be </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">birthed <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">through</span> Him, everything</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I am to become, is moulded by </span></em><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">t</span></em><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">he </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">words He has already spoken over me</span></em></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"><em>Remi </em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>©Remi Banjo, June 2009</em></span></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;">***picture by photobucket***</span></em></div></div>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-79083580288075999212009-06-12T09:25:00.000+01:002009-06-12T14:27:24.636+01:00Not Impossible For Love...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhli7-_1Wh4BF7wfKGxO-lCSOUxG4XqpZTD18PiAc3wBVnqasuq7TmnMFg2Lqzz-8kTBdZtZX1tYA9GAtk92aoyrjN2td-1xalfjDQWgWJR0m5W1ReWAzMrCdQner9F446tQBWP3T963os/s1600-h/9106538.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346356833601253074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhli7-_1Wh4BF7wfKGxO-lCSOUxG4XqpZTD18PiAc3wBVnqasuq7TmnMFg2Lqzz-8kTBdZtZX1tYA9GAtk92aoyrjN2td-1xalfjDQWgWJR0m5W1ReWAzMrCdQner9F446tQBWP3T963os/s320/9106538.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#339999;">It is impossible for love not to hear us<br />when we passionately invoke its very presence;<br />daily and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">consciously</span>, with hope resting on </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">raw expectations calling for its true, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">pure and perfect visitation </span></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#66cccc;"><br /></span></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">It is impossible for love not to desire to rescue us.<br />Rescue us, from self imposed constrictions;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">constructed walls of loneliness, that surround and separate us</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">The soul must keep pushing towards completion </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66cccc;"><span style="color:#9999ff;">breaking forth and forging through all limitations</span> </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">It is impossible for love not to want to lend its patient ear</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">For cries of its <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wondrous</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">fulfilment</span>, seeps from the </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">depths of the very soul; without the vessel uttering a </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">single word, of its desire for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Love's</span> rescue </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;"><span style="color:#339999;">to be complete and for its gift to be bestowed.</span><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">©<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Remi</span> Banjo, June 2009</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;">***Pictures by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Photobucket</span>***</span></em> </div>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-54352861938802708422009-04-22T18:54:00.000+01:002009-06-12T14:27:35.967+01:00I Hoped To...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqSa0uxIQHlfEytfDMVmilTSJHQeYn1FXacJ49iNaiJE1coZiRvRjA5EbStKegK4ciM6jKPMHPeaIWlnYE3lak4A4PDSJWv-MV4LVjMpbQARU4VikDXi2511rSs8z81nnKwo-c-3nXCBE/s1600-h/loveletter.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327661616501499282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqSa0uxIQHlfEytfDMVmilTSJHQeYn1FXacJ49iNaiJE1coZiRvRjA5EbStKegK4ciM6jKPMHPeaIWlnYE3lak4A4PDSJWv-MV4LVjMpbQARU4VikDXi2511rSs8z81nnKwo-c-3nXCBE/s320/loveletter.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">I tried to write a collaboration of words on this page</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">to help you visualise your love through my eyes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">what could, should and hopefully might or will be</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">If and when you gift me with your heart </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">I wanted to present something on this page</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">to unravel the intricate nature of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Love's</span> lifeline</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">A llifeline that could, might or will commence, if </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">hopefully, you eventually, link your heart with mine</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">I aspired to lay bare, a silent a poem on this page</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">a piece impregnated with words, carefully woven</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">together with the sole purpose of invading your </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">subconsciousness, creating </span>visual representations </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">of the shape, nature and desires of a hopeful, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffccff;">yet, unknown beloved...</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">©<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Remi</span></span> Banjo, April 2009</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">***Pictures by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Photobucket</span></span>***</span></em> </span></div>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-45182768035017735812009-04-16T12:39:00.000+01:002009-06-12T14:27:51.654+01:00When I say...<span style="color:#ffcc00;"><em>A few friends are getting married and I have been wondering about those two words "I DO" that will be said on that fateful day. The words that seal or close the deal. The words that ends singleness, that gives the final "Go ahead" or "Permission" for <strong>"two</strong> <strong>to become and live as one"</strong>. </em><em>I sometimes wonder what goes <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">through minds</span> when they say utter those words "I DO".</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325286296838066018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMvqGek0ofSxEPMzM_K2aHFl9_YqHOdn3aZ9kphFZ6bH2Eehbr7rHnAzdzB-8yic5rWwyrdn8Lo7vEAqB02vFusHaEtYTDUTicMI0bhVV-Ce9KM59Ter0vVc480gTwsva2BdYQO2lGRdU/s320/Love+4.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">When I say I do</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">I am saying <em>"I Love You"</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">in totality, honesty and truth</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">devoted only to you</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ccccff;">When I say I do...<br />It means every breath I take</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">will be </span><span style="color:#ccccff;">to inhale the essence of you </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">encouraged by the love I have for you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">When</span> I say I do...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">It means </span><span style="color:#ccccff;">my life will be a testimony </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">to the love, </span><span style="color:#ccccff;">I have been </span><span style="color:#ccccff;">favoured to find in you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">Its covering will be my daily experience </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">It's meanings </span><span style="color:#ccccff;">engraved within my existence </span></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;">©<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Remi</span></span></span> Banjo, March 2009</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="color:#99ff99;">***Pictures by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Photobucket</span></span></span>***</span></em> </span></div>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-14211376222049163212009-02-27T21:50:00.000+00:002009-06-12T14:28:13.943+01:00Renewed...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjWBVkAGMQbGtNDm3LdZ78wsC8JhANRWiWi0eGV9wIOx5y5nYYDl5OEvH2ykcZHdQpHK5J33KItqsPXI1AIEAdSw1fbhLmlUgeaaiwjGdqBozDSwN6exfE4tCA6YRjDSVxapnDcCrjrvI/s1600-h/152c3a280d7cb3df660cf5fd221af930.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307612564277164834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjWBVkAGMQbGtNDm3LdZ78wsC8JhANRWiWi0eGV9wIOx5y5nYYDl5OEvH2ykcZHdQpHK5J33KItqsPXI1AIEAdSw1fbhLmlUgeaaiwjGdqBozDSwN6exfE4tCA6YRjDSVxapnDcCrjrvI/s320/152c3a280d7cb3df660cf5fd221af930.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipjbYlFbumqQvhq1jT2OyYxq540jYk2qA9hLy-mk3n40njgYuKlHI75K-hbdM7hslGe3T-jTSo7cxqvQg6jCAgeYjxKGNoIIXDTyib5M-XmdkWmmlIEri8yBKr6A4c6YqXKXEOSZGFulg/s1600-h/152c3a280d7cb3df660cf5fd221af930.jpg"></a><span style="color:#ccccff;">Like flowers filled with morning dew<br />my heart, with time, is refined<br />re-built, reshaped and renewed<br /><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">Ignited with strength and life,<br />ready to experience love anew<br /><br />Reluctantly riding on the<br />wings of patience, I am<br />encompassed by his essence<br />intrigued by his love’s ambiance<br /><br />Eager to experience conversations in earnest<br />about my love… real love, unselfish love,<br />unadulterated, pure complex yet simple love; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">residing within the walls of my existence</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">poised to distill its untold richness </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccccff;">in the midst of his gifted presence<br /><br /></span><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc66cc;">©<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Remi</span></span> Banjo, February 2009<br /></span><span style="color:#ffff00;">***Pictures by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Photobucket</span></span>*** </span></span></em></div>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-795554621224621502008-12-28T21:40:00.000+00:002009-06-12T14:29:01.825+01:00Dreams, Hopes, Aspirations...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYnNrDB2mJJiITlFUeUe5vH9Pur4Mv5MJ-PsDPDIta5V_pGtXicyxPWpg3etMOScEd97LjxZWXjObHTfK7435yJhUNLKlGPJv2Q_DQp0dLTzkrBXl4lpX8EJvYnfRYM_klcwrJj_V5oU/s1600-h/3030-Fairy.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284972380123126930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYnNrDB2mJJiITlFUeUe5vH9Pur4Mv5MJ-PsDPDIta5V_pGtXicyxPWpg3etMOScEd97LjxZWXjObHTfK7435yJhUNLKlGPJv2Q_DQp0dLTzkrBXl4lpX8EJvYnfRYM_klcwrJj_V5oU/s320/3030-Fairy.gif" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg75sDkalfVZYNl5rCGq13mh4kSSUpdEC_-yB1GhNRMrgEGts8BSkzek_PLiTKNg8HR5yPEMu-ns0mdqvFQVo0HS-A7WgSwfifqlE_kIHy4kBi_6qB77HkitcphysSNsMDeFzTaA2Bf8jw/s1600-h/BRIGHTMOON.jpg"></a><br /><div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8_GR5CZ0uysNiZkTMWMQsWkGrN-fBz4r_yPfMs5fD4YSfVqySLo6kgPxQja1e1mzMwBf4fDxpQHxq6PzauFqnQedDZNCNLLGd7J6_TCbGtjWzuW3QmTy-zTpypEHV9a8XyvAMDF4Kfek/s1600-h/BRIGHTMOON.jpg"></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Dreams, hopes, aspirations<br />desired <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">manifestations</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">of promised situations </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">so near, yet far away</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Frustration resides </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">for time seems to slips away </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">one tick, one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tock</span>, on day a time<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">But a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">whispered</span> prayer </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">of hope and faith, anchored in believe</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">propels the uproar of renewed visions, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">dreams and decisions, making way and room </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">for the reality and manifestation </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">of impossible situations</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Dreams, hopes, aspirations<br />desired <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">manifestations</span> of promised situations<br />so near, yet <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">seemingly</span> far away,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">but soon to be a tangible reality</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div></div><div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;">©<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Remi</span> Banjo December 2008<br />***Pictures by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Photobucket</span>***</span></em></div></div></div>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-86621374409345754762008-11-22T11:45:00.000+00:002009-06-12T14:29:24.923+01:00I Miss...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWuapwJQ_rKmmWqEWA0mv3mBNeuP2g8DCMjOqmXGxmGiMgDakEBSq2_VQVVSlUdjB1Oc2lS4SVHtumYTprauedOscoww_tLoH2UthSSHCN4c0hsaAJCZkFR-stttibXNmy3RTtHJedrGU/s1600-h/imissyou2042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271454597926167842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWuapwJQ_rKmmWqEWA0mv3mBNeuP2g8DCMjOqmXGxmGiMgDakEBSq2_VQVVSlUdjB1Oc2lS4SVHtumYTprauedOscoww_tLoH2UthSSHCN4c0hsaAJCZkFR-stttibXNmy3RTtHJedrGU/s320/imissyou2042.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEindBx91YieDajfEeNAoTCdANcBHofe7DFo2zw04q4aUDQGLKilm0nZTYR369pzlKCK_8a7FBnAaIdMTIwgPPCeRnek1yA_Z6ykrp5fhnOsw8ZbNkkSzCQ_JTykAa_EpYN7E9rFvd4MtXI/s1600-h/imissyou2042.jpg"></a><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Staring into the far, yet near distance</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">I envision <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">situations</span> not yet experienced</span></div><div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">My senses are alive with thoughts of you;</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">who you are, where you are, </span><span style="color:#ffcc99;">if you are near or far</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">My senses are alight with the knowledge that</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">somewhere, you are very much in existence </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">miss</span> being a two, for its lonely being a single one </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Where are you, my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">appointed</span> someone? </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">I miss his daring, yet knowing stare</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">you know, the one that pierces through the soul</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">holding my heart spell bound within its hold </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><br /></div></span><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">I miss being him and he being me</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Like I miss being a trinity;</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Him, me and the holy spirit right there in between </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">I miss being his silent strength </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">when all he has is gone and spent </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">I miss the essence of his kiss </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">transforms</span> everything around me </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">into a welcomed <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">faded</span> bliss </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Being one, can be lonely and sometimes not much fun</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">So, daily in anticipation I look forward </span><span style="color:#ffcc99;">to the day </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc99;">he comes into view, </span><span style="color:#ffcc99;">to the day I meet my very own someone</span></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;">©<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Remi</span></span></span> Banjo, November 2008 </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;">***Pictures by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Photobucket</span></span></span>***</span></em> </div></div>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-65230922571774303222008-10-09T22:59:00.000+01:002009-06-12T14:29:33.592+01:00Angel...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZtJgETRi2o-L2pC-FuxVH8ZZNhn9XgMHh1J8gjdUDMnIUU6QOOEoFRexAsupqxQtCveSL4LNuOVEjLlikr0HgFZCZ0hWUG9-a4xx4IxIJ8foTSB0irg-_OhifOlI4jPdMjBzSXWe5DY/s1600-h/a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255297827073297714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="282" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZtJgETRi2o-L2pC-FuxVH8ZZNhn9XgMHh1J8gjdUDMnIUU6QOOEoFRexAsupqxQtCveSL4LNuOVEjLlikr0HgFZCZ0hWUG9-a4xx4IxIJ8foTSB0irg-_OhifOlI4jPdMjBzSXWe5DY/s320/a.jpg" width="190" border="0" /></a>If I could be your angel<br />my wings, they would shield you<br /><div>from the sun and rain</div><div>My countenance, it will protect you</div><div>from the world's needless pain</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>If I could be your angel </div><div>I would command the moon to guide your path at night</div><div>and the sun to raise over you, from </div><div>the first glimpse of the morning's light</div><div><br /></div><div>If I could be your angel </div><div>I'll walk you through streets of love</div><div>your spirit will be healed from strife</div><div>and your soul will come alive</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>If I could be your angel </div><div>I would walk you through the very gates </div><div>that leads to eternal life</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;">©<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Remi</span></span> Banjo, October 2008</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;">***Pictures by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Photobucket</span></span>***</span></em> </div>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-16116953410316844662008-10-06T00:15:00.000+01:002009-06-12T14:30:05.460+01:00Almost... Does It Count?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidw2FGM4i0UcpUCRA3-qyyFnco21DUPVaBvxVBB_rWXUI5L8RXCxAHLUqFQQuzG2K2gk8TIpH6UzEcUhPbW88eGg_HojqXvR6cabhU09bQSRbTvWEnE2lmbhPQNPodkd5RNKe1cCwXk6k/s1600-h/46adfd6a296c3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253674401642711010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="276" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidw2FGM4i0UcpUCRA3-qyyFnco21DUPVaBvxVBB_rWXUI5L8RXCxAHLUqFQQuzG2K2gk8TIpH6UzEcUhPbW88eGg_HojqXvR6cabhU09bQSRbTvWEnE2lmbhPQNPodkd5RNKe1cCwXk6k/s320/46adfd6a296c3.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO82Gy7yKOKZvNEnFX1XuBMxmmFikyJnNVwRPklbVNq3znI59KqNhqO5MI7dEIQjbVpcw7o6O6w67dM9pZ1I6GHSb3DdUZepf5XvIDgL5Bz1BCk9rxYs8OluA2e3n7uvHj6tRajNxzl_M/s1600-h/46adfd6a296c3.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;">Almost felt it's smooth, velvet ambiance<br /></span><div><div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;">Almost visualised the depth of it's rich colours</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;">Almost walked into it's manifested reality </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;">Almost skipped in tune to it's heart beat</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;">Almost dared to think happiness had finally found me</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;">Almost lived within the realms it's essence</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;">A<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lmost</span></span> stepped onto the platform of its staged promise</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIcTvyQsaAxTij7y8ggvRdYxb-h5UzfeX_6a-Feagp3_562VO8xNbJRSSiOPrY8AHVTtlyR2Vv7hRCNywPdUXqQfs1kOaat1D60v2YjUljgYt4uf4W2ypvma3RQsVdwqJyx7CHSip-q8/s1600-h/46adfd6a296c3.jpg"></a><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;">Almost got bestowed with its constant presence </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;">Almost got caught up in it's talked about relevance </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;">Almost took a ride in a beautiful white carriage</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;">Almost understood the meaning of becoming</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;">Almost went on a road trip into forever after</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ffff;">Almost got ready to love with renewed courage</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ffff;">Almost lived the reality of my hearts desire</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;">©<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Remi</span></span> Banjo, October 2008</span></em></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;">***Pictures by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Photobucket</span></span>***</span></em> </span></div></div></div></div>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-54879562210274704032008-09-15T23:39:00.001+01:002009-06-12T14:30:43.107+01:00Fragmented pieces...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY79WkxmyJVnp-jb3kD5Rxhx4HULEsBQ_BXI0X4_xngM_poC5O_u8T80SZ4I7zhfiUhM2Dp5lPDI1bWnz_9PRSSnBYsrKsN0FhiVClRNsG_6kwLp0hgdxVb76or2YVsKW_jKP0jI4ODE8/s1600-h/GODcanhealabrokenheart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246381493095397922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY79WkxmyJVnp-jb3kD5Rxhx4HULEsBQ_BXI0X4_xngM_poC5O_u8T80SZ4I7zhfiUhM2Dp5lPDI1bWnz_9PRSSnBYsrKsN0FhiVClRNsG_6kwLp0hgdxVb76or2YVsKW_jKP0jI4ODE8/s320/GODcanhealabrokenheart.jpg" border="0" /></a>Her hand raises to Caresses her chest seeking desperately to calm the dull pain that makes itself known beneath her silk shirt.<br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc00;">"It hurts",</span></em> she whispers, to no one in particular<br />Stings like a thousand stab wounds delivered by the one you love, whom you entrusted the fragility of your heart with<br /><br /><br />Gliding her fingers over it's surface<br />She can feel it's brokenness<br />Fragmented pieces constantly<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"> moving and breaking off, like frozen i<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">celandic</span></span> plates</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">separated</span> pieces caught up in the rivers frozen current, some<br />lucky ones, swept up in autumn's afternoon's breeze<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc00;">"How did I arrive back at this junction"?</span></em> She mused<br />It's all too familiar, like a child's favourite blanket<br />The patterns haven't changed their shape,<br />And its colours? Well, they are still very much the same<br /><br />The cuts and bruises leave permanent marks.<br />Marks likened to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">heart shaped</span> words carved into an oak tree<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc00;">"Why can't I ever get this right"?</span></em> She wonders...<br /><em><span style="color:#ffcc00;">"What lessons did I fail to learn that has brought<br />Me back to</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">'destination familiar'"</span> ?</em> She ponders...<br /><br />I tried with all my might, even put in a good fight<br />Gave all I had to give, yet got the winners prize called misery!<br /><br />Taking a deep breath, hoping the air will soothe<br />the remnants of her broken and bleeding heart<br /><br />She breathes in hope that the fragmented pieces will float<br />their way beyond the clouds, towards heaven<br /><em>and maybe, just maybe</em> each piece will be collected in a golden bowl,<br />and somehow be put together like brand new,<br />presented back to her by the author of love,<br />making her whole and reconciled once again to love<br /><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">©<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Remi</span></span></span></span></span> Banjo, September 2008 </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">***Pictures by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Photobucket</span></span></span></span></span>***</span></em></span>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-82746577171229088622008-09-02T10:30:00.000+01:002008-09-02T10:38:31.001+01:00Behind the Mask<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3IWxeUUxmmy2igVGtYWeMJnQtBntrihJsc1odykR0Tm9xdyX8_YyPEwb8PfJbKgSsrCVNIo-EwxLmQRGWKXLV7G_P-VKGuZ8YtO2HXj_2JXTno08hqsoPfPBBEo-dGZrB336xY898ss/s1600-h/th_1137812621_Picturesac.jpg"><span style="color:#330099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241225963494769986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="133" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3IWxeUUxmmy2igVGtYWeMJnQtBntrihJsc1odykR0Tm9xdyX8_YyPEwb8PfJbKgSsrCVNIo-EwxLmQRGWKXLV7G_P-VKGuZ8YtO2HXj_2JXTno08hqsoPfPBBEo-dGZrB336xY898ss/s320/th_1137812621_Picturesac.jpg" width="172" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Behind the mask lays a map of corridors whose walls are heavily decorated with pictures of present and past lives; illusions, fantasies, dreams and notions<br /><br />Behind the mask, is where she takes permanent residence, her safe haven, where she comes out to play, where she dares to brave<br /><br />Cool is her exterior, but false her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">facade</span><br />Every movement is propelled by an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">unnoticed</span> agility,<br />surrounded by an invisible reality, which collectively<br />presents a picture; mirage, an illusion, expressing a desired notion<br /><br />Behind the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mask</span>, resides puts to bed raw emotions,<br />emotions that define</span></span><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"> the intricacies of who she is, </span></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">the reasons of what she is afraid off, to show or mention</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"><em>©<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Remi</span> Banjo, September 2008<br />***Pictures by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Photobucket</span>***</em></span>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1567325129141332349.post-79247655003171709482008-09-01T12:19:00.000+01:002008-09-02T02:49:02.850+01:00Phone Call<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglCtiI8xqW5jPZyRH6hQBBTnykC82jiakEXQMBw5lYLVj-TNtxRSY3_zUyKUQr0xDKC9sUAZ0vqyKYUwrCFVD_opTxvE7bSa2D-e7Ggcg03sEOuDZ4dG8ZrPTjmRXUk57efrvabQ0zRkM/s1600-h/phone.jpg"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241044353009476402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="142" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglCtiI8xqW5jPZyRH6hQBBTnykC82jiakEXQMBw5lYLVj-TNtxRSY3_zUyKUQr0xDKC9sUAZ0vqyKYUwrCFVD_opTxvE7bSa2D-e7Ggcg03sEOuDZ4dG8ZrPTjmRXUk57efrvabQ0zRkM/s320/phone.jpg" width="217" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffccff;">Whilst day dreaming, she is presented with the beauty of his voice. Fingers, they trace the outline of it's smooth, yet rugged surface, giving her subconscious something tangible to embrace. </span><div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;">In her dreams, his love, it plays her, a calming, yet ferocious melody, encouraging her heart to beat in alignment to it's rhythm </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;">She is eager to grasp each note played, scurring to write them down, fearful they might be lost, forever within the realms of her dreams.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;">The warmth of his love, is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">subtlety</span> disguised in </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;">the ambiance of the shadows of his tone,</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;">drawing her inwards, desperately calling out for her</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;">to be a part of him, a reflection and extension of him </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;">In her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">consciousness</span>, she is waiting to be his love, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;">his one and only, his everything, his all </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;">So, she sits quietly, by the phone </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;">patiently waiting for him to call</span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"><em>©<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Remi</span></span></span> Banjo, September 2008</em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"><em>***Pictures by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Photobucket</span></span></span>***</em></span></div></div>Remi, United Kingdomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15051702191397898464noreply@blogger.com0