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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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Charlie Sherriff
"Mountains stand as silent poets, their verses etched in stone, telling ancient stories to those who climb high enough to listen."
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The path to true happiness is etched within, marked by self-acceptance and kindness. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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A government's legacy isn’t etched in its decrees, but in the lasting positive transformation it brings to the lives of its citizens.~ Aloo Denish Obiero
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In the shadows of conflict, humanity weeps as peace becomes the casualty, leaving scars etched on the landscape of nations.
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A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light—
the city is a garment stretched so thin
her neon colors bleed into the night
and everywhere bright seams, unraveling, ...
('The City Is a Garment' by Michael R. Burch)
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"It is fundamental to expect being unscathed from the wretched creatures that claw out of your skin when it is you that feels like the demon when you look upon the mirror".
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Every human heart gets bigger when it sees and feels the desperation of the wretched in a tragedy.
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I like to swing because it makes me feel like I'm flying with my wings stretched, even though I'm still planted to the ground like a tree who's home is always the same
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Happy are the years
that stream along my face
Reminiscent joy
Memories etched in place
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"If plight has not fetched your light then the carcasses of your lanterns never might."
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It takes a broken heart to see
Something meaningful in a wretched beauty.
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"Faith, inspired by love, born of the heart, thrives beyond the outstretched tentacles of substantiation-within such spirit lies eternity".
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Imaginations are auspicious and reality is so damned, why suffer in solitude when fun is so wretched
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