You shimmer still within my dusk, a faded gleam in memory’s husk.
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Echoes of a silent heart linger long after the voice has faded.
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I was abandoned with such elegance, I almost applauded.
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Teaching is the sacred art of soul-tending, where growth is guided, not demanded.
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Hope is a vain indulgence, it clouds judgement and champions inaction. Belief wedded to action needs only resolve and commitment.
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If you are not needed, you are not remembered.
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I wanted to prove the doubters wrong, and those who believed in me right, I'm pleased to say I succeeded in both.
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Don't confuse potential with reality. Ends up confused, focused on a potential reality. As long as you stay grounded, remember to stay present.
No confundas el potencial con la realidad. Acaba confundido centrado en una realidad potencial. Mientras permanezcas con los pies en la tierra, recuerda permanecer presente.
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Such a luxurious loofa,
scented bubbles of sound soothe your skin;
Soaking in some much needed ‘Me’ time,
abstergent melody.
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I have so many things to scream about but I’m surrounded by people who don’t deserve it.
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I’ve always been painted the colors of an outcast, they just became more vivid when I got injured and was reminded I have to get back up all by myself.
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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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This past election seems to have shown that there's not much to true right and wrong...but only what can be leveraged against the weak-minded, to blindly follow the strong.
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When you've decided something is impossible, you've got just what you need to try again.
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Dear Self,
The world is small, they say. I am but an ant in a jungle of bushes --- with eyes but couldn't see. Guided by the smell of faith, I followed the thread to nowhere. Where this heart would lead? I don't know... Pursuing the unknown, hoping this journey will end me where my soul can peacefully rest.
Yours,
Mixie21
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A lamp that is needed at home is forbidden to take abroad.
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I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.—William Tecumseh Sherman
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See you on the top, the bottom is overcrowded
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When someone is offended by the truth, remain silent, for your words will only feed their fires of ignorance.
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Like a Vesperian night,
shrouded in indigo and crimson,
the city's dark beauty seeps into my pores,
a madonna of mayhem,
her lovely visage a canvas of chaos etched in splendor and decay
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God will ultimately win -- it is His creation, and we are His created. The Devil, stupid? He is just being the devil. He is stupid, immoral, murderous...and seductive. To personally do battle with Him, to entertain his mind and being, in a sense, is to lose. Lean on God, go to God. When surrounded by Christ Light, permeated with Christ Love, only listening to Christ presence -- we are Victorious. To face the devil from a position of combative ego, Alone, is to royally lose.
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Those who have traveled thru the stars belong to the universe.
Those who have traveled thru the stars have special tasks to perform.
Those who come through the stars gaze with contended smile.
They know this life is just a small part of their journey...... They have been traveling together and will always travel together thru the ages thru the stars.
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"Why are you offended that she's offended by your manipulation."
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In life you are but floating through outer space. Where you are surrounded by darkness and everything that is beautiful at the same time.
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Kellie Marie Sherriff
"In the echoes of laughter, there lies a map to joy, guiding us through the labyrinth of life with its cheerful resonance."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER - DEDICATED TO Hayley June Brooks
"Wisdom is a river, flowing through the landscape of our thoughts, carving valleys of understanding and mountains of insight."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Robert Lloyd Sherriff 3rd
"Time is a sculptor, carving moments into memories, each second a chiseled stroke shaping the essence of our lives."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Blake Sherriff
"The melody of the wind through trees is nature's symphony, a timeless composition of rustling leaves and whispering breezes."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Robert Lloyd Sherriff 3rd
"A book is a portal, each page a step, transporting readers from the mundane to realms of infinite possibility."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER-ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Jayde Sherriff
Red Roses
"In the quiet of dawn, ideas bloom like red roses, unseen but fragrant, whispering secrets to the early morning light."
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