Your footprints – you leave them on the sands of time. Your fingerprints – you leave them with the police. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Echoes of a silent heart linger long after the voice has faded.
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We loved each other with the same desperation a junkie seeks his syringe: in the dead of night, in darkness, without shame.
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Entropic enigma is analogous to Schrodinger's cat in the box. In this paradigm of thinking, either element hosts an infinite variation of thought, emotional intelligence, and spiritual truth. To surpass these phenomena, one must encompass all these phenomena and gain diverse knowledge. Then, one will experience all of it, knowing that Love is the ultimate power and truth. Here, the box paradox will be realized.
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“A Soul always desires integration of all its own fractals of Light, its own tinged rare shadows, exposing its own ripping separation wounds. It will not rest if it cannot integrate these.”
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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Like fingers of heaven carving waterways, the currents of kinship bring salubrious life to the land.
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LOVE:
Love is like a gentle whisper that
lingers on the edge of a cool breeze,
then unexpectedly, it touches you
and slowly caresses its way through
to the depths of your heart and slips
right into your Soul.
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No two voices are ever exactly the same. They are the fingerprints of our words.
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Lesser ego is a persistent stinger.
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Robert Sherriff 'Australian' Author-Poet-Actor-Model-Singer/songwriter
(There is a rainbow down every street, and then the sun comes out)
By R.L. Sherriff
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Robert Sherriff 'Australian' Author-Poet-Actor-Model-Singer/songwriter
(There is a rainbow down every street, and then the sun comes out)
By R.L. Sherriff
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ROBERT SHERRIFF 08/07/1954 - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER
ROBERT SHERRIFF: my fingers
“There is no such thing as writer's block. When my brain shuts down, I let my fingers do the walking, and my brain does the editing.
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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 08/07/1954 - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER
true worth
“Only a great leader will show their true worth.
It is what they have between their ears.
Not between their legs.
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ROBERT SHERRIFF 08/07/1954 - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER
my fingers
“There is no such thing as writer's block. When my brain shuts down, I let my fingers do the walking, and my brain does the editing.
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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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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 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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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO E.J Brooks
Rain
"In every drop of rain, a story is written, a tale of travel from cloud to earth, a cycle of rebirth."
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ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER- DEDICATED TO Addison Brooks
Dreams
"Stars are the dreams of the universe, scattered across a canvas, waiting to be deciphered by curious minds."
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For one who truly loves, truly never forgets -- he/she may move on, but lingers though a memory cloud long passed~ the misty yet rises~ heart's residue seeps deep.
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I am surprised how such a small oval birdbath I keep in my backyard, attracts so many birds of different species. Of course, I do live in a desert. A lesson in there somewhere. Perhaps make a desert of one's heart, put a small bath of new love offered, and see what winged beauty it may attract.
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I wouldn’t have looked at her twice if she hadn’t smiled at me first. She wasn’t your typical pretty or the other Disney character who is completely a misfit and happy about it. But she had a quality I couldn’t place my finger on and I guess that’s all that made the difference.
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Wounds will heal, but not the lingering pain;
I can persuade myself that it's possible to stop it: how can hurt become a forgetful event without having learned anything from it and go on making believe it was never felt by me?
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Effort sowed; success reaped. Now, venture forth fearlessly, for the world eagerly awaits your ingenuity. - Aloo Denish Obiero
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Max Burchett, a writer, singer and songwriter, crooner, a teller of tales, a dream maker, soul shaker and captivator, hoping that in verse and prose he prevails
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