Any senseless poem that fails the reader's expectation should be tossed into the trash bin. Write something that inspires,, let emotions flow with harmony.
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I am very poor at small talk. Language, people interaction needs gusto, deep commitment or it is a waste of precious time. Life has so much more to offer. Why there is true poetry. Not talking cute rhymes and mere flashy alliteration.
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In the words of the Late Bette Davis, "I love to kiss ya, but I just wash my hair."
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"If love lived as we imagine rather than dressed in reality’s fashion, the world would be filled with wonderful passion."
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Hard times are the detergents that wash off fake friends and fake family members. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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If they remain with you during a storm, remain with them after the storm. Fake people are among the trash that storms usually carry with them. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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We are born as flames and die as ash because the world doesn’t know what to do with the fire in us.
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Fine fabric of poetry closer
the frayed edges of language, loose
threads of thought we light, to keep
from unraveling. What lasting value,
if any at all, rises in the smoke, is
sustained by memory of the lyrical
flash.
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Christ is our washed mirror image. Christ, our Brother, was not simply introducing Himself to us...but introducing us to our perfected self.
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We all possess an inherent amount of faith, we trust we are who we say we are and that things are, after a fashion, the way we expect them to be. An expectation that forms the baseline which allows us to interface and function within the bounds of what we, as individuals, consider the norms of rational existence. That is until circumstance erodes the illusion which forms the bulwark between what is rational and irrational. Chaos then needs little justification or provocation.
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You can’t write novels on ashes, can you?
Maybe just the word, "Sorry."
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Tere dil ki har lakeer tarashi,
Wahan na mera naam, na hi koi nishaan.
Dil kehta raha, main hoon tera jahaan,
Aur tere dil mein, main nikla ek ajnabi bezubaan.
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When the Buddhist Principle was fashioned or consolidated as a plane of being: When the Higher desires become active for Reflection below... " I Advance upon my feet, I become Master of my Vine, I Sail over the Sky which formeth the division Betwixt Heaven and Earth" - Budge, Book Of The Dead
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Smirch the living all over with ash,
it’s easier to endure the contours of sadness.
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Trash in the bin and sulfur compounds around.
Human machine made up of electric circuits to chemical compounds ....electromagnetic signals seen as aura to telepathy are all by products of how the think tank of human machine processes...... Amazingly.. The only machine which is self reliant........
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All the Jezebelic acts are clustered in the plutonic thoughts, that the road is not long— save the sense-minded have the light of flashing into the darkness. We put lips on every unwelcome acts. And we pray that God will chain our legs from treading thorpath, but flopath.
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“The TwinFlame Journey is not so much about Flames eventually consummating energy in a set location to reach Samadhi, evolve themselves & serve community unconditionally. It is a journey of Source Light’s projection of waves and particles continuously clashing, meeting, touching, entangling, weaving, changing form in timeless space, in an eternal flow of Creative Love to serve Godhead through attaining Pure Consciousness.”
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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I'd rather wash my hands of religion, than to be brainwashed by it.
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Before I go
let this be said of me,
I fashioned a god
to my liking,
To my liking
the devil I made!
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My passing will be uneventful... by a dagger fashioned from a remnant, of a shattered dream.
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" jab Mai appna Nam schota hu tho mujhe ek paribhasha parpta Hoti hai Mai mere haath, Dil ka process,nak,kaan, etc
Ye Saab tho mujhe alag nahi lagatey har manushya Kay pass hai ,earth Heen, hai sab bas Manav zati ousey earth Dey Rahi hai., moha Maya ( tho apka parashan heyi ek Satay jeevan hai )
With love all
OM Jagdish
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I pay ashawo she won come still use lubricant join the one wey dey condom already... If toto dey pain you rest or if na infection go treat am. No cum let me dey suffer on top my own money, dey swim in the ocean.
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Yet some ' realities ', so skillfully woven and displayed, allow the faithful to believe in their story, while the truth remains absent and ashamed.
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I guess it’s OK to follow fashion in dress but don’t ever follow fashion in reality
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"I remember you in the way a man wrought by a fitful dream thrashes his hands in the air,
trying to grasp something he can see but cannot touch."
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The bible speaks of clay...I guess, made of sand-castles, eventually washed away by tide would work in the same context. Fortunately, body is only our carriage of descent, carrying substance of Spirit-omnipotent.
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fashion is your soul quality of your loyalty dress are in your next body janma.
Devil kiss
Fashion designer of new era
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Some of the respected people ask me how we get pain when
Our soul is amar body destroyed into the ashes you make your stupid thoughts
I just asked are you dead or alive because three naama one is ashes second is your body which is sucking giving unnecessary demand of health third is death.so when you leave think are you alive after that how much will be the pain because since from birth it happens.
With love all
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Don’t trash the bush, just do it. Theories are good, but actions are better.
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What is trash for you, it is luxury for another individual.
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