FAIRYTALES CAN'T COME TRUE
WHILE HANGING ON TO NIGHTMARES...
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I believe in elves and giants. I believe that fairy tales are nothing more than news reports of what once happened.—Sondra Locke?
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“For man's only weapon is courage that flinches not from the gates of Hell itself, and against such not even the legions of Hell can stand.”
? Robert E. Howard, The Savage Tales of Solomon Kane
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"Every grain of sand is a fragment of time, telling tales of the world's ancient history." - Aloo Denish Obiero
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"The stars are the ancient storytellers of the cosmos, their light spanning eons and vast distances to whisper the universe's tales to us." - Aloo Denish Obiero
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Everybody’s the truth according to their own lies. Everyone is the realest one in their own eyes.
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Max Burchett, a writer, singer and songwriter, crooner, a teller of tales, a dream maker, soul shaker and captivator, hoping that in verse and prose he prevails
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"A writer, singer and songwriter, a crooner, a teller of tales, a dream maker, a soul shaker and captivator, hoping in verse and prose he prevails" from the poem "The Poet" by Max Burchett
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"In the realm of EchoVerse, where letters transcend their form,
Words become spells, and rhymes take shape like a storm.
With enchantment as my guide, I spin tales divine,
Like turning water to wine, through EchoVerse, words intertwine."
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Hey Harry, how ‘bout you spare us all your lies and betrayal and hypocrisy and narcissism and bedwetting and elitist woke liberal fairytales and how much you miss mummy and GTFU!
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politicians are just failed used-car salesmen
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I have suffused myself in poetry
as a lizard basks, soaking up sun,
scales nakedly glinting; its glorious light
he understands—when it comes, it comes…
(Michael R. Burch, "Sun Poem," keywords/tags: sun, sunshine, summer, poetry)
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All Christians say “Never again!”
to the inhumanity of men ...
except when the object of phlegm
is a Palestinian.
('Well, Almost' by Michael R. Burch, keywords: Christian, faith, religion, racism, intolerance)
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jesus was born
a palestinian child
where there’s no Room
for the meek and the mild
... and in bethlehem still
to this day, lambs are born
to cries of “no Room!”
and Puritanical scorn ...
under Herod, Trump, Bibi
their fates are the same—
the slouching Beast mauls them
and WE have no shame:
“who’s to blame?”
('who, US?' by Michael R. Burch)
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I lived as best I could, and then I died.
Be careful where you step: the grave is wide.
('Eulogy for a Palestinian Child' by Michael R. Burch)
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By right we arm but by love, disarm. Now is the nation called to love. By gun control we challenge not your rights to arms but your heart to sacrifice that love entails. So give me not a reading of the law but tales of love's deeds in hearts and homes -- how racks have shed arms like autumn leaves and turned the land from red to gold.
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'Hurry Honey' Phone Sales..." Hello! Yes, Do you want a Hearing-aid - What? I can't hear YOU"
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Aquela pessoa que mantém a calma diante de todas as benesses ou adversidades da vida mostra ter conhecimento de quão imensos e múltiplos são os males dos excessos.
Quem sabe desse fato reflete sobre ele. Quem sabe dos danos de perder a calma nunca perderá e sempre sabe que tudo que se passa
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Bater na porta é fácil, difícil é entrar. Muitas pessoas batem à porta, algumas até chutam a porta. Mas querem ficar do lado de fora.
Bater e entrar na porta aberta são ações totalmente diferentes.
Bater consiste em pedir saber aquilo que quer, ler livros, participar em palestras e reuniões, fazer perguntas.
AH! A entrada requer ousadia. Requer que a pessoa entre em si mesma, descubra motivos ocultos, veja contradições e perceba seu verdadeiro poder para a mudança pessoal.
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Se refletir vai constatar: és incomparavelmente mais feliz do que pensa.
Ao refletir sobre a felicidade que vive vai constatar uma relação custo/benefício em favor da grande soma de bens de que gozamos, e nos pequenos males que não sofremos. Na maioria das vezes o que mais incomoda e atormenta a espécie humana é querer que as pessoas e as coisas sejam o que não podem ser, ou deixem de ser o que são por sua essência e natureza.
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By right we arm but by love, disarm. So give me not a reading of the law but tales of love's deeds in hearts and homes--how racks have shed arms like autumn leaves and turned the land from red to gold.
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Emotion is a force, relating straight to energy. Negative ideas take away from positive actions. The scales are constantly out of balance.
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Mortal...
Do not measure, love by, time.
Real feelings have no gauge in the scales of common men.
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Truth is a surgeon's scalpel, the brush that cards the wool, the balances of Justice's scales.
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Telling tales beneath wings you flew between hellos and goodbyes
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Telling tales beneath wings you flew between hellos and goodbyes
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" fairytales, used to exsit , until i was tested with evil creatures you might want to be a slave to get to that wonderful golden gate "
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"Thanks all to call with words that herd my drum, doldrums, my sails, tales, such cite star bright"
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Keep fairytales alive and fiction your friend. by leloo pair
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