Never in my life have I liked, nor could I ever like,
those who are all surface and show, and those who ape them.
Mehmet Keçeci, 30.09.2016
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I came with stars and bangles --
you set me in a corner.
I sang sweet lyrics, -- your dog
did not approve. We kissed,
our imitation – The doorbell rang
and we both leaped to answer.
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Justice that doesn’t burn isn’t justice. It’s paperwork. And paperwork never healed anyone.
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Yes, it is like that. I always write in bed, lying down, using pencil for ink floods back. Cat is next to me, probably wondering why I bother when we could be out hunting. Little does he know, I am hunting composition. Clawing into paper, till it drips poetry.
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“Men, when enthrall’d by the puissant tide of their own affections, are oft but humble clay, unshapen and earthbound; yet they who stand apart and behold such passions with contemplative eye are transmuted into poets. For thus it hath ever seem’d to me that the most guiding and heaven-breathed literature of the world descendeth unto us not in common speech, but array’d in the measured raiment of verse.”
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"A poet can make words dance across the paper, like butterflies dancing across the pretty flowers."
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Any escape from reality to make you feel better is indeed a drug. November 2025.
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False humility is the cheapest conceit.
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Culture is the heritage of the people, that shapen their lifestyle and behaviors.
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A man’s penis and a snake share some similarities : both are long; both are flexible; both change in shape and in size when roused; both stretch longer and become firmer when in action; both spit out liquid (the former spits out urine and sperm, the latter spits out venom); both cannot do without holes (the former goes into a hole for maximum pleasure, the latter for safety); both recoil after sufficiently striking their targets. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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My philosophy is, if one can't write it a bit differently, why bother writing it at all, no matter how pretty or motivational the work -- why repeat what others say beautifully? Creation is infinite -- why limit one's self, and one's God? When writing I throw out tons of publishable material, till a phrase pops onto paper, that has a hint of something original. Then I go with it. Let the Muse lead.
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Art is a medley of truths and silly things. A tapestry of useful sins. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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“I disappear not to escape people, but to return to myself.”
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"The poem is shaped my the magic of the writer to their reader."
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We will always fail in our efforts to escape the ravages of history for it is written in our own hand.
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Those eagerly awaiting VR in order to escape their real world limitations will soon discover that VR is a brutal proponent of reality.
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Escape from personality, into personality -- a poem, in one way or another, is always personality -- If it comes out of us, it is personality -- either near-local...nearer God...or the Devil.
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Education should empower you to make choices, not just take tests. Real learning shapes your future, it doesn't just fill a workbook.
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Fools are born not made but wise men, wise men are shaped by the currents and tides
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Man changes his mind like diapers...and should.
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Life can be an illusion. We just have to look past those illusions to the reality of itself. Don't believe what you hear. Never judge a book or someone by their cover. Every book, every person has a story. Keyword... agape love, not hate.
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Be mindful of what you consume, for it shapes your being. Nourish your vessel with compassion, as your diet influences your inclinations. Choose your music judiciously, for rhythm resonates deeply with your soul. Be mindful of what you read, as words penetrate straight to your heart. Always practice prudence, for the devil’s trickery often hides in the guise of necessity.
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For each picked lily there are paper flowers that wish to come alive.
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Time may change the face and the shape, yet nothing can change one’s heart or one’s grace.
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In the vast tapestry of nature, every thread is a life, every life a story. To cherish and protect both the web and the weaver is to honor the true interconnectedness of all beings.
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Since birth till death , struggle can not be escaped
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Writing is but an escape for the soul,
freeing our passions making us whole
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In the tapestry of life, each thread of struggle weaves a brighter future; it’s never too late to chase dreams, ignite passions, and dance to the rhythm of hope.
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Love shapes and forms life around us. To reach into, to mold and draw from the void, is to inject individualized spirit of heartfelt passion into the limitless potential of divine mystery. For all real purpose, there is nothing till we know it. Feel and sing...as God projected His heartfelt waves of vibration into all tributaries of eternal sea.
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People aren’t inherently nasty; their circumstances shape their behavior.
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