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Monday, December 20, 2010

The Day We Met

 :)  It's funny how we met, Myspace, Facebook.... the world of "Internet"
All the search engines couldn’t stop me there, till I found a site with my fellow Khmers
Hun Sen's acts angers me... I cusses and I swears cause life ain't fair.
Then you talked about fireplace and red wines,
I said "Throw in some sweet potatoes and corns, if you don't mind"
Sipping red wine and talking about life....There’s something worth to mesmerize
last I remembered, I was hearing some heart beats and what I was telling you in my sleep...

"The day I met you, your heart beats sings me to sleep.
  The day I met you, I want to be in your arms.
  The day I met you, all my dreams came true.

  The day I met you, I knew I would love you.
  The day I met you, I want to hold and caress you.
  The day I met you, I want to love and embrace you.
  The day I met you, I knew I will grow to love and respect you.
  The day I met you, I wish to grow old with you for eternity."

But it was all a bluer and feeling stirs... cause devil just sitting right there on shoulder.
Then he said "Place your bet, if you win He’s yours to keep”
but he pocked my eyes before everything complete…
I was mad as a Grinch….the Devil smile and said “too bad Kiddo!! You loose and I win”
I was chasing him back to Hell….he asked Why? I said “I don’t like your fleshy smell”
Then I realized I woke up to reality....I woke up in my room and my feeling is empty.
In my dreamzzz there's someone else in the space between you and me.
I guess, I'm not yours and you're not mine... But I'm OK, don't you worry about me..I'llbe find.
Let me lay it all the line, here on the "Internet" you can certainly be mine.

:)  So!!! Darling, Love, Babes, Sugar pie, Sweaty or Honey... Tell me, Who would you like to be?

Saturday, December 18, 2010


It all started with a friendly conversation.
On Friday Night he wishes for a Kind Hearted someone,
But The Christmas Wish was an excuse for his confession.
and this is what he said….
"KHS is Caring, Loving and Kind, in life KHS ought to be mine.
She has that spicy kick and a bit feisty, but KHS is a Sweetie.
Yeah, this is my Christmas wish, sweet and kind is The Girl that I had mind.”

At home where I was sitting....with a conversation of my own.
On screen was a message from someone as I was getting off the phone.
It had me flattered and it gave me grins, a confession from Khmer Destin.
Oh my!! Should I laugh or should I cry? His wish was to be for Life.
Then I caught myself wishing the “Wish” and this is what I said…..

“If there is a NEXT life, I wish to reborn to be your wife”
“I’d sprinkle charms and keep you out of harms”
“We’d run around chasing kids, or dig the ground”
“Maybe!! we’d grow sugar canes, sweet potatoes and corns”
“From dawn till dust watching our kids till they’ve all grown”
“Then we’d do things and have fun on our own”
“We’d count Stars under the moon light. Or cuddles indoor and be out of sight”
“Maybe we’d be sun bathe on the Ocean front,
Or tour the flooded stream and witness the spawns”
“We’d be fishing at the Rivera under a shaded tree,
With a Basket full of Orderves and wines just for you and me”

“We’d enjoy all the simple things, listening to thunders or the pouring rain”
“We'd teach each other to Learn,Live, Love and Laugh every night, 
these are things that we'd do, if we ought to be partner in Life”

Here it is, inspired by a sweet love confession that he had for an Author whom has not met.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

The "LOVE" Of A Caregiver

By NOT eating out just one weekend, Your expense of a weekend meal at a Restaruant can feed and sove lives. Please help feed the poor in any way you can around the World. You can feed this Mother & Child, Father & Chil, OR Sister & Brother.

Last night I woke up to the sound of someone cried.
To my surprised, it was tears that tickled my eyes.
As the image flashes before me I realized, I woke up to my own cried.
The Images replays and thoughts crossed my mind,
it hurts like I was stabbed millions of times.
I look deep into their sad little eyes; I can hear all the hidden cries.
Your hunger will be sooth; only if, the kindness of someone will find you.
In the distance, I can only hope and pray…because mine is too far away.
This is Love from someone new; somehow I hope my love will find you.

Here it is, inspired by the pictures, poverty, your requests and the sadness.
There was a Father and Child with nothing but a drinking gourd.
They roamed the city with their bare feet,
trying to find food and things they may need.
No places to go, they took refuge on the city street.
There they were as they rendered to the quiet night...
Laying there, unaware into the morning light.
In the comfort of loving arms he's asleep and out of harms,
his father's Love was a charm; unaware the father tender cares shows in his arms.

Then, the picture of a Mother and Child looked right at me.
Due to poverty, they fight hunger endlessly.
But "Malnutrition" was the thought that crossed my mind.
My heart aches like I was stabbed millions of times.
If I could, I would trade their life with mine; because being poor is not a crime.
Embraced and caressed, is his mother’s Love at its best.
Although, he's in his mother tender cares... but he needs someone to spear;
If your kindness is on its way... it can ease away their sorrow
Please!! if your kindness don't come today, there might not be "A Tomorrow."

Then I clear my misty eyes, but instead of smile there comes more cries.
There was a sister comforting her brother,
In the absent of their mother and father.
To my assumption she must have said….
“Go to sleep my little brother,”
“As you await for mother and father”
“When you’re awake, there’ll be food to sooth your hunger”
“Yes, I know you do, because I feel the same way too”
“But you must, and try your best; both, you and I need a bit of rest…..”
This is Love from one to another, a tender cares from a Sister to a Brother.  

In the distance, I can only hope and pray…because mine is too far away.
This is Love from someone new; somehow I hope my love will find you.                                                                                                                      

Friday, October 22, 2010

Your past will Break or Make your future

The past will make you laugh but it can also make you cry.
The past will make you sad, mad, angry, and happy too.
The past will make you live OR it will make you die...
Folks! This is for you to decide,
But if you live your past your future dies…
Your past will hold you down and make you cries.
The past is a path that never stays, but the past will make us wise.
The past is a one way you could never turn, you can only live and learn.
The past was there to teach us life, it teaches us all how to survive.

It is inspired by a young girl and those who’s struggle to move on, because their innocent had been robbed.
DO NOT live your past, but rather learn from your past, to be kind, caring, loving and to live life.  So, please live for today, hope for tomorrow and let your past dies.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010


Hey there beautiful butterfly!
How do you do when you fly?
Can you take me up into the clear blue sky?
I wish to see with my own eyes.
High up in the sky I will have the butterfly's view.
I know I will see all the hidden surprise.
Butterfly! Will you and I be soaring through the clear blue sky?
Please, don’t be shy and don’t fly away cause I am here to stay.

Inspired by the instinct to camouflage from birth.


Wednesday, September 22, 2010


If I could paint this Pain out of my chest,
Just the BAD memories but not all the rest….
I’d do it in Black, Red, Purple, Yellow, and Blue….
BLACK for HELL that we’ve all been through….
These are the things that I once knew, mental pain and others too…
But mental pain I wish I can undo…
Physical pains of Blacks and Blues has faded away…
But mental pain that I once knew won‘t go away…
These pains will stay till Angel close my eyes…

A painful cries of a man as he endure the loss of his relative after being bombed.
When one is talking about the bad memories, you most likely will see all the pain that they held inside. So, here is a dedications to the painful moments.

Thursday, September 16, 2010


I don’t know LOVE, but this much I know…

Love is joy, Love is pain
Love is a tie that can’t be unchained
Love is a bug that drives you insane
Love will make you cry in pain
Love is how you feel.... It’s a demand from your Heart & Brain.
Once you find love, you’ll never feel the same…
At times you’ll feel trap; like picture that is framed…
Love is a feeling from one to another though you're not the same
And only Love will free your remains...

Inspired by a question about LOVE

Saturday, August 28, 2010


S E X will only slow down your urge just for a while....
MONEY cured greed for a period of time, greed is back again when it’s gone....
DRUGS can ease away your pain, but tell you lies and fry your brain.…
ALCOHOL will make you a fool, Don’t tilt the bottle, Don’t let it into your veins....
No matter what you do, it won’t wash away your pain…
What you had, was just a Picture that you once paint…
Pictures can be replaced because you are the perfect Frame…
ACCEPT life just how they are, you won't go insane….
With self COMPASSION, you will free your remains.
So, Don’t wear your eyes… Don’t cry in pain… Don’t let tear falls like rain.

This is a story of a man whom I met, once with a broken heart. Everyday he work himself to deaths, drink himself to sleeps, and have many girls…..it seems he do these things to help him forget HER who he loves.
A reminder to those with a broken heart.


The Moon shine bright, it lightens up the dark sky… The orange light is the color of the Sun rise… When the Sun rises high, it shows all the hidden surprise… Creatures roam the street, walk the ground on their feet… There’s a hidden Ball that called Earth, it makes up our Universe… There’ll be sad & happy cries, it was a long await surprise… Pain brings Sadness that pushes out the loud cries… Love brings Joy & happiness that you held inside… Joy, sadness, & suffering are a part of life of any BEINGS, but you must survive… So, lets your emotion run wild, and cries till your eyes run dry… What you can’t handle you’ll burst out in tears…. With a bit of twisted surprise you sprinkled charms… But please remember DO NOT bring any harms…. In Life these are your chores, but you hold the key to the open door… Open your heart you’ll see why…there’s light that pierce through the deep dark sky.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010


I kiss you just to taste your sweet lips.
I kiss you to tickle and see how you move your hip.
I kiss you to feel your hidden tenderness.
I kiss w/ passion just to define your desires.
I kiss just to feel your heart beats fast and slow.
The Kisses that I do because I adore.
Everywhere in between high and low…
My kissed flow from your head to your toes.

This is how lover's kiss flows.

It is inspired by a daring game of an out-done one another on an intimate/romance event. So, I came up with this Rated “E” but aimed to win the daring game of such.


I’ll be the rain drop from the dark gray sky…
I’ll be the water in the Lake and the River…
The water that drift on down to the bearing Sea…
I’ll be the water that slides on your back.
I’ll be the water that you’ll bathe in…
I’ll be the water that gently touches your skin….
I’ll be the water that touches you inside and out…
I’ll be the Drop of water that keeps your from thirst.

Inspired by the picture and the gently embraced by the water. :) we all have the Desire to be close to someone....in life.   This is as close as the "Close" itself.   :) :) 


In the cold winter morning, I came home to an empty house…
I routinely checked the down stair floor…
I went to open my son’s bed room door just make sure….
I walked around from the ground onto the 2nd floor…
I Open the 2nd, the 3rd and onto the bedroom number four…
I Wish when I open, there will be someone with his feet against the floor….
I opened the door, standing there was no one and now know for sure.
I went to open the sliding door, to my surprise there was something for me to adore….
As I was standing there to embrace myself under the morning sun,
I was watching the moon that refused to sink, it standinds against the rising SUN....
With my camera, I captured the Moon and the Sun…
In the cold winter morning, I embraced myself under the Sun and the Moon.

Inspired by the MOON, I hang on to life just a bit longer and the Victory that my mind captured


(What does bitter sweet taste like?)

When he walks in through the bedroom door,
I was standing there on the bedroom floor.
He takes my hands, and then he say…
“Today we are through and I want to part way”
Before he was done, I fell to the floor; I cried with pain, he walked out the door...
Life that we had, there will be no more.
As he walked away, the butterfly kicks in; as I say good-bye I feel the chills on my skin.

As the moon falls, my sadness begins.

Then I gaze away and I see the color of the rising Sun
One came to an end…another will begin.

Inspired by many stories that Ends with sadness, hidden somewhere is a happy beginnings awaits us in the circle of Life.
Just like the MOON and the SUN ……


You are the rain drop that keeps me alive.
You give me reasons to want to survive.
You are the sun light that helps me grow.

You are the wind blow that makes me bend.
You give me reasons to find my strength.
You are the reasons that make me strong.

You are the tool that prolong life.
You are the Sunshine that I long for every single day.

Inspired by the picture and Life it self

Sunday, July 11, 2010


I am fat because I love food…
I am fat so demand for lots…
I am fat and I am HOT….
I am fat and that’s ok…
In the winter storm there’ll be A may-day…
You’ll need me to keep you warm…
The FAT in me will be your HERO in the winter storm….

this picture was sent with the request by TWO folks, one asked for a poem and other asked to keep the offensive factors in mind; so to please both here is what I came up with.

Please!!!! Remember that I don't mean to offend anyone, and that all my writing will be base on Facts, Childhood memories, and what inspired me to write......
Thank you for your time, and your understanding, Sandra

Saturday, July 10, 2010


When I said go, he said No….
When I said “I’m hungry”, he said “me too & I must eat”
When I lead he would gets in the way…
On the pasture he eats as we sway
When I turned Left, he turned Right….
We both tired, and end up in a fight…
Before I knew it, we were in the mud….
He pushed me, and I pushed him…
But I win because I am a human….

Inspired by the picture of myself when I was younger and the fun that the herd & I had back then.


Seeing the picture tricks my mind …
I can see so clear even if I was to be blind…
You and I, we can read each other eyes to eyes…
We were young and we never have plan…
So we decided to tag along with the Klan….
We were roaming around and worried free….
Our playground was The Farm Vill. scenery…
We run like a wallaby, we throw our self like a Frisbees…
We innocent and always looking for fun…
Leech got someone when he fall into the mud…
And we fight each other because we were the studs….

Ok. Here it go…Inspired by the picture, reminded by childhood fun, and encourage by your request…….hope you like it


I’ve been through wars out being killed.
I’ve seen all kinds of killings with out going insane.
I’ve been tortured with out seeking revenge.
I’ve been raped but still find forgiveness in my heart.
I’ve been in starvations but helped others with out greed.
I was broken hearted but have no anger or hate.
I’ve lost all hopes but refused to break down and give up.
I have no Wealth but vowed not to steal.

I am a survivor of all things…..I’m who God made to be.......

I’m loving, caring, understanding, and I’m kind.
I’m sweet and I’m polite.
I’m lucky I'm loved by someone.

This one was inspired by many sad stories and by many whom I met that been through Hell, and yet some how they are peaceful and kind hearted…..this poem represent SOMALY MAM.

Somaly Mam is a true inspiration to all.
No Educations, was sold into prostitutions, poor, un-wanted, disrespected by the Khmer Society she rise, the founder of SomalyMam Foundation. The organization helps thousands, Cambodia, Vietnam, Thai, and Laos, and more.......


If you do not abuse me, I will not abuse you…
However, if you do, you will be amuse of what I will do….
Abuse and I are not best friends…
Please promis, don’t let the Abused back again…
If you do, the abuse will become your best friend….
Now you're aware that the abuse might be my best defense….
You will regret the things that you have done when I reprimand….
Therefore, you might want to change & become my best friend….

Inspired by the ABUSED facts around the world, and Encouraged with your request
A child was beaten to death.

Some time the Abusers becomes victim themselves when they pushed it too far.

Please DO NOT push me too far or you will regret what you’ve done, I will NOT kill you but I will paralyzed you for life.

Friday, July 2, 2010


Look at the Rich versus the Poor...
Life in the City and Life in the rural...
The Rich have everything they want, with greed they still want more...
The Poor have not enough to eat, even if they search the dirt floor...
These are the things that the poor have to endure...
They search the city and rual just to find more...
this is the Life of the Poor; they live with hungers and horrors.

You can help the poor by “Not” eating out just one weekend. You expense of a weekend’s meal at a Restaruant can feed this mother & son, father & son, OR sister & brother one month. Please help feed the poor in any way you can.

Due to the GREEDY Prime Minister of Cambodia, the POOR suffers more than they already have.
Below is the family of a GREEDY Cambodian Prime Minister -Hun Sen.

About Me

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Howdy folks! My name is Sandra; I enjoy being the reminder of good and bad times. I wish to help those that are most needed, especially the Malnutrition ones. I know that if our "Helps" don't come today, there might not be a "Tomorrow" for them. Your kindness and support is very important to me, I and those who in need of your help would greatly appreciate your donations. There are organizations listed at the very top of the page, a donation site of your choice. I hope to capture you Heart and Soul by telling true story in a short form, "POEMS" if you will. Please keep in mind that I don't mean to offend anyone and that all my writing is base on Truths, Facts, Child-hood memories, and what will inspire me to write. Thank you for your time, forthcoming respond and understanding, Sandra