Sailing over the most gracious silver moon immersed into stelliferous seiche waves. Happy oysters gaze through sparkling pearls. The silence, the breeze bestows content and delight. solitude frolicking with lavender sillage through the smiling night!
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Piffle fills the stubborn brains of idiots. They prefer sticking to their creed rather than attest their pervasiveness.
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The way we unmarried folk are quick to give marital advice. Ama vision and sacrifice and know your partner shani. While married folk just watch. Ine I just ??
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Rest now ye praying Mamas who can no longer discipline thy grown children; for thy God hath a big stick!
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Don't be too eager to become popular Popularity fades quickly But an influencer legacy lives on.
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A coin has two sides, Opinions has many
The truth, false, one's beliefs. Pick a side.
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I pick up my phone and dial..
Hello, love???" i say.
"Who is this???" she asks from the other side.
"ouch?? has it been that long that you even forgot?"
"it's me Gerishon ??" i answer.
"aww??Shon? How have you been?" She asks...
In the background i hear a baby crying ????
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Proscenium curtain draws back to reveal a star in her birthday suit who in act I comes out kicking and screaming, sucks in act II, and in the third act she crawls off stage.
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I love the desert. The people who inhabit it, an old desert rat myself -- and the creatures that survive in such a challenging environment. Not so estranged from kids growing up in poverty on the streets of New York. All elements of creation have more in common than differences. Sorry Gleick, you are wrong.
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like it or not, the problem with this beautiful Zambia isn't anything rather than greed. Every single Zambian who gets an opportunity to make sense, will rather only want to quickly enrich himself/ themselves at d detriment of others. And yet, nothing, I mean, NOTHING! will happen. This, my brother is the problem.
Patriotism comes when there is progress. Nobody want to tap his chest and say that mad man scavenging from that Waste bin is my son, brother, father, etc.
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Roses have natural defense,
It does not prick when handled with care,
Its colours are a warm reflection of pure love.
If you are looking for a rose without thorns, clearly it's not a rose you are looking for.
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“We can’t stop times ticking-tick, but we can make time upon earth rock.”
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Envy is fought with astuteness; the slick reason logically, avoiding pitfalls that might entrap them and make them forfeit the scope they fought relentlessly for.
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The quicksand of anticipation
— the fire below
A changing experience
— is not an experience of change
Captive of emotion
— prisoner of deceit
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Perception is a fickle partner, bent by shadow & shade beyond light.
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The silence of the virtuous is the loudest endorsement of wickedness. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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"Reeds love rivers, as the fading and transitory things of the world delight us. If, however, anyone shall pluck up this reed from the Earth, and strip off it's useless parts, spoiling the old man with his deeds, and guide it by the hand of a Scribe writing quickly, it begins to be no more a Reed, but a Pen, which impresses the precepts of the Heavenly Scriptures on the Hidden Places of the mind and writes them on the Tables Of The Heart"
- St.Ambrose
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"I am a child of God, clothed in the divine image, handpicked and cherished by the Creator. My worth is unwavering, my purpose undeniable. No words, no opinions, no doubts can diminish the sacred essence within me. For I am fearfully and wonderfully made, a testament to God's love and grace."
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How bricks by bricks don't know next and made a house is luck.
Aghori mhabharamnad
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Majestic heralds in form of misty fog silently convey the roar of yearning mountains.
The eternal silence of sea giggling n tickling the feet, display the clamor of a child. Dancing rainbows over restless waves invite for ballad.
Silently pouring rain wipes off the tears n fears, silent mentor calls on the terrace to show how quietly it washes off what's not desired.
Dense forests, gorgeous moon, twinkling stars......silence speaks
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The ticking clock of the New Year is a call to embrace mindfulness, to reassess priorities, and to steer our course towards goals that add depth, fulfillment, and purpose to our existence. ~ Aloo Denish Obiero
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The ticking clock of the New Year reminds us: time is not to be spent, but invested wisely in purpose and meaning. ~ Aloo Denish Obiero
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"A house is made with wood, stone or bricks. A happy home is made with love."
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The more intimately acquainted you become with the genuine, the quicker you will detect a counterfeit.
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Imran Khan cricket ground me hero aur siyasat Kay medan me zero hai nill sifar.
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Click on Jesus and follow the prompts.
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“A bouquet of spring color adorns natures breast,
seductive banquet for flickering wings.”
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“You can build, a firm foundation, with the bricks, others, have thrown at you.”
- William Darnell Sr
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Poetry is another language to carry the psyche through the various dimensions of dark and light. It is an abstract built-in mechanism for most poets/musicians whether they write limericks, long tomes, or lyrics, to cope with living and the measures of existing, life and death, love, loss, to understand, to make sense, to find answers, to "feel".
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Time has its option, to either move quickly
or slowly, but always on the move~ love simply trying to keep up....
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