Wednesday, August 26, 2009



They say a pandemic is coming,
The powers-that-be want us all
To line up and be vaccinated
When we hear Big Brother’s dread call.

The vaccine is not a solution,
Its mercury base lined in rows
Mixed up like a chowder from Hades –
If it will work, nobody knows.

Let’s pray for the goodness to conquer
The evil controlling this maze.
A vaccine that keeps down the numbers
Is not that surprising these days!

The Media causes a panic –
They’re forcing our kids to get shots.
Refuse and they’ll surely be punished,
“Bad parents” will be drawn in lots.

The brand new world order is coming,
It’s falling down out of the sky.
The darkness will invade our daylight,
So listen – don’t dare close an eye.

The microchip is our new ruler,
Your cell phone’s your non-loving cup.
Authority disregards freedom,
You must be brave and don’t give up.

Don’t fall for the wrong New World Order,
Don’t vote for a word of a lie.
Trust God and His heavenly kingdom
And man’s base new order shall die.

August - 2009

Zuzanna Musial and Kevin Connolly

Friday, August 14, 2009



I lost my beloved mother
time was sad for my sisters and me
not knowing why this happen so soon
she was gone, cancer and no cure.

We have been lost without her
our life has changed for worse
father was there; he too felt at loss
at his young age, a widower no choice.

I saw my father tears falling down
he cried hard, but seeing man crying
broke my young heart
I was not ready yet into an adult life.

The grieve was huge, helplessly
missed her love, cheer and smile
five kids half-orphans, youngest only two
with no mother around we were blue.

Took long time to let grieve off
still feel my heavy heart in me
grieve of loosing mum was like a striking light
like a rolling thunder on a stormy sky.

The only joy I have ever knowing
that her soul lives in Paradise
many years since she is gone from us
she rejoices with Angels high above.

August – 2009
By Zuzanna Musial

©2009 Zuzanna Musial

Saturday, August 8, 2009

TIME IS. . .


Look at life with adoration
the most beautiful gift we have.
It is the time we live and share,
love for life, happiness and cheer.

Time is a precious gift for all
every day is a new, children are born
then, another day, unknown.
what tomorrow will bring, do you know?

What future stores for you and me?
each day is a beautiful gift,
life is precious, seconds, minutes, hours
years, unknown moments, waiting still.

Not knowing what time will bring
therefore, time is a most beautiful gift.
Hands of time moving around and around
Like a beat of a drum, such precious time.

Moment of time-shared with you
because time waits for no one, "I love you."
and cherish you, as the time flies
this, the most precious time, right now!

By Zuzanna Musial

©2009 Zuzanna Musial

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Ave Maria - Schubert - Arpa e Flauto di Pan - Zamfir



This is a special day for you and me
To celebrate the day of your arrival,
You are my precious gift, happiness and love
A son for a mother is a gift, pride, and joy.

Please know that I love you son and always will,
Remember that my love has no end,
Even when I am gone from your picture now
My love will never expire, stands strong.

Love for a son that is always striving for his best
He is clever; he is kind, handsome, and wise.
I love you my son forever and ever until the end.
Just remember me and keep in touch always
my dear.

The distance separated us but I am always there
for you. If you need me, just one phone call
and I am right there. Happy Birthday
my dearest son, wishes from my heart.
Happy Birthday and many more,
love you forever my dear heart.

August 11 - 2009
From your Mother with Love

By Zuzanna Musial

©2009 Zuzanna Musial



You can be proud of the fact
That your son Sorin is doing fine.
He is a great man and a hard worker too
I get to know him through my son Artur.

He never complains, does always his best.
Cares for you much, thinking of you always
This is your pride and joys have a son like him
A wonderful mother is you, and you got all blessings.

Be assured that he is fine in new Homeland.
Canada, a different Country from Europe, this is true.
However, much better way of life, he knows that.
Therefore, if you ever worry, think what I have said.

Me, I see him every day and telling as is,
How proud I am of your son, please believe me.
I am not telling this just because…It is all true.
Having a son like him, a special gift from God to you.

August 04 - 2009
By Zuzanna Musial

©2009 Zuzanna Musial