“With Poets, as with any other artist, there exists a fine line between vanity and personal insecurity. These two characteristics are bedfellows & arise out of egoic insecurity about our own authenticity & individuality. If one wants to be a natural poet and not an artificial one, we have to embrace all our imperfections as they exist, in our state of evolution at any given time.”
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Without love, and its many mysterious interpretations, there is no poetry. Love is poetry's core element. And a poet is addicted to love: may it be people love, love of nature, science, etc.. Passion, equals Poet. To Definitively define love is folly, for there are libraries full of such feeble attempts -- Why I write more about poetry's driving forces, refraining from any precise clinical referendums.
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Boxing is competitive brain damage.
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Happiness is a thing of the heart. Pleasure is a thing of the brain. Both are like twins fathered by two different men. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Happiness is more expressive than Joy. Happiness is external. Joy is internal. Happiness is surface wiring. Joy is conduit. Happiness flirts. Joy is faithful. Both are like the two lobes of our brains. The one you make use of while making money is not the one you make use of while spending it. And life goes on. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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The human heart is a piece of great mystery. It has no eyes, yet it sees. It has no mouth, yet it speaks. It has no brain, yet it’s the most cunning thing God ever made. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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For the brave, words are not enough. For the crazy, there are not enough words.
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Peace is not found in forgetting, but in embracing the wounds time cannot heal.
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When after the freezing time of gloom vibrant colors sprout,
I get gems of cheer from the spring scenery
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You must first face the darkness within you,
IF you're ever to embrace the Light.
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Long past is the purview of measured discourse. Civility must, of necessity, yield to passions rougher embrace.
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“A sonnet is timeless when the images it creates pierces your Heart, opening it up, when its words penetrate your mind without you having to memorise it & when you feel the Timeless Divine embracing your Soul when reading it.”
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Today Oedipalism is still rife in many families. And Oedipalism doesn’t mean sleeping with the parent of the opposite sex when an adult. In the vast majority of cases Oedipalism exists at the emotional and psychological level. Divinity does not approve of this extreme type of soul co-dependence. Any WHY does God not approve of this ? Because it means that the souls involved cannot move in independence back into HIS embrace.
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Although lost to history, one may imagine that the origin of the phrase 'to face the music' is that Scottish military formations placed their musicians in the rear. So soldiers had the choice of going forward into battle, or turning back and listening to the bagpipes. This accounts for their bravery.
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"Steampunk is a brass-geared rebellion of imagination, where steam-powered dreams conquer the impossible. It's not just cogs and clockwork, but a conscious map exploring the tensions between progress and ethics, individuality and authority, humanity and nature—all through the lens of a reimagined past." -Daniel Henry Rodgers
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Being brave is being scared, but still facing something you'd rather run away from.
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" Corporations have been enthroned...An era of corruption in high places will follow and the money power will endeavor to prolong its reign by working on the prejudices of the people...until wealth is aggregated in a few hands...and the republic is destroyed ".
*Written by a man 160 yrs. ago, prophetic, wouldn't you say... Abraham Lincoln
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“I think you were born for this time and place. You can call it fate or Divine Providence, but you were born for this.
Sometimes I think our lives were predestined to go down a certain path.
Oh, we can choose the good or the bad along the way, but ultimately, perhaps we are predestined for things beyond our control. It is not acurse, but a gift, to be embraced and used in the right way.” - Dan "Doc" Thomas, The Rushing Tide
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The vacuity of world leadership's vision has driven us to futile attempts at healing through politicized, impractical theories of peace. Instead, what we need is to acknowledge and embrace our differences. By solidifying mutual respect for diversity, we can plant the seeds for a small piece of peace to flourish on every doorstep
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"In a world where branding and numbers seem more important, be different be authentic"
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Good taste wears no brand.
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A well-lived life is a masterpiece of moments, painted with purpose, love, and the vibrant hues of cherished memories.
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When god brands us as sinners, he doesn’t intend to make us wrongdoers or humans, he intends to make us demons.
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When the eyes are closed, we see nothing?
It's only then we see every thing..... Meditation is nothing but talking with our own self.
With eyes open we give input to the brain... With eyes closed, we let the CPU work through the quirky complicated formula z of life. It is necessary in life to walk alone n to meditate, it is necessary to give time to our own self.
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It's not about being good or bad.... It's about having control over what we produce... It is not as simple as feeding input n receiving output.... Human brain is smart enough to befool the brain itself!!!!!! Amazingly, we are super creatures!!!
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"This is the Ancient Tree, whose Roots grow Upward, and whose Branches grow Downwards, that is called BRAHMAN"
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"My heart is a library where words come alive"~Rirhandzu Manzini
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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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“And so I am quiet, day after day, Because at night, my brain shatters- deep against the duvet.”
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“But my brain is so hollow, and Death is like a swallow, fluttering around its little nest that is me. Through my brain, through my reality.”
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